On April 21, the first year of Zhenguan, it started drizzling in Chang'an in the early morning of this day.

The rain on the sky street is as moist as soft as a crisp, and the grass looks close to you but nothing is left.

The Chang'an City, covered by smoke and clouds, seemed to lose a trace of solemnity under the drizzle, but added a little fairy spirit, as if it was a dome tower standing on the field.

"Three days ago, there was not such heavy rain in Chang'an." Di Zhixun's face was a little pale, and he opened his eyes and looked at the sky. A few drops of drizzle covered his eyes.

"Brother Di, say less. Last night, you had a stomachache for a whole night. Now your vitality has not recovered. I originally wanted to be the host to welcome us, but... Brother Di is like this now..."

A classmate who was in prison with him sighed and felt very uncomfortable. The son of a daughter could not sit in the hall, and Di Zhixun came from a famous family, and would rather eat with flies and rats than eat the food in the food box.

This caused me to have a stomachache last night.

"It's okay." Di Zhixun shook his head and walked a few steps towards the door of Dali Temple. When the boy servant saw it, he hurriedly held up the oil-paper umbrella in his hand and met it.

Realizing that Di Zhixun's body was too weak, the child servant supported him and said, "Young Master, the master said at home that the dispute over the spirit will be terminated. You must return to Jinyang as soon as possible and marry the Wang family's legitimate daughter. As for the current imperial examination... The master asked you to give up."

"I understand. I will discuss this with my father." Di Zhixun stopped and said with a blank expression.

When the dark and closed prison door opened, they were no longer isolated from the world, and more and more sounds were heard outside the window.

Since the four of them were imprisoned, the West City Center has lost their publicity, and the inferior scores in the voting of books have increased. Even in the end... a group of people dressed up in disguise began to vote.

The aristocratic families may be able to compete with the royal family locally, but in Chang'an... that is the royal family dominance!

As the center of the empire, Chang'an has always been firmly controlled by the emperor. Perhaps Guanzhong, which is in the four blockades, has always been the greatest imperial power.

...

The Xishi Books that caused a sensation in Chang'an gradually disappeared as time passed.

The medical school in Qujiangfang has gradually faded out of people's sight. After all, it is like the Imperial College, and is used to teach and educate people, not to entertain the public.

But half a month later, a strangely dressed Japanese stopped at the door of Qujiangfang.

"I wonder what this master is doing?" Ma Zhou, as a teacher at the medical school, walked out first. He frowned and asked patiently.

Huiri respectfully gave a Buddhist ritual, and then said, "I come from the sunrise place in the distance, which is what you Central Plains people call Japan. A year ago, I am the Ambassador Mita-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-

But unexpectedly, the Sui Kingdom, which was still prosperous decades ago, was replaced by Li Tang."

When he said this, he sighed: "The country is small and poor, and the whole country is not as prosperous as Chang'an, let alone the Sui Kingdom, which is thousands of miles away. Therefore,... the foreign countries admire Li Tang even more. The emperor of Li Tang must be more wise, kind and great than the emperor of Sui Kingdom..."

"I'm already aware of this." Ma Zhou frowned even deeper. Daxing City during the Kaihuang period of the Sui Dynasty was much more prosperous than Chang'an, which is now full of waste.

If he believed these nonsense, he would be a fool.

The Japanese are so low-profile, so they will definitely have something to ask for.

As expected by Ma Zhou, Huiri immediately knelt down on the ground with a pounce, shouting: "Water has always admired the Central Plains civilization, and Huiri is the same. He also asked the teacher to allow the young monk to attend the medical school."

Little monk? Teacher?

Ma Zhou looked at Huiri in front of him, and deep suspicion flashed in his eyes. He was just a young man of twenty-five or six now.

And this Japanese man, Huiri, was obviously in his thirties, and the wrinkles on his forehead were bigger than his age.

As for...teacher?

"I dare not accept... the master's kneeling ceremony, and I would like to ask the master to get up." Ma Zhou said a little disgusted.

Until now, he only accepted Zhou Han as his disciple, and the medical school taught other students, which was just a job he used to make a living.

The teacher’s meaning is too great, which means he has to teach him all his money.

"Teacher, the son does not dislike the mother's ugly, and the dog does not dislike the family's poverty... Although Huiri is a little older, she has a heart that is tireless in studying!

The people of Japan are always enduring diseases and hunger. Sometimes, when it rains, several children will die due to typhoid fever... But the young monk heard that the medical school has already developed a solution to typhoid fever, which is more comprehensive than Zhang Zhongjing's "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" by Zhang Zhongjing of the Han Dynasty." Huiri knelt down and begged. When he talked about the suffering of the Japanese people, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

Looking at Huiri's weathered dark face and hearing the suffering of the Japanese people, he couldn't help but feel compassion. Ma Zhou felt his heart shaken.

"No, no, penicillin is my secret news, and it must not be revealed to you." Ma Zhou said firmly in his heart.

But seeing that there are so many Japanese people in Qujiangfang are not easy to pass, so he refused: "You should submit a letter of nationality to the Honglu Temple when you see it."

Huiri lowered her head and lit up her eyes. It turned out that the thing was penicillin. If she learned how to produce penicillin, then the Japanese people would no longer have to worry about typhoid fever killing people.

Although Zhang Zhongjing's "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" has a great effect on the treatment of typhoid fever, the area of ​​Japan is small and the medicinal materials are too rare. If you want to cure the disease, you need to go to the Central Plains to purchase medicinal materials.

On the way back and forth, the medicinal materials may only be worth one penny or one tael. After arriving in Japan, they are worth one cent. How can ordinary people afford it?

"Shunter of the Kingdom?" Huiri's face suddenly turned as if she was ashamed and put her heart in her heart. If they had such a secret recipe, they would definitely cover it up secretly and not show it to the public easily. Then what about the Tang Kingdom?

If they go to submit a letter of state to Honglu Temple, once Li Shimin refuses, the possibility of their penicillin secret recipe is almost zero.

But at this moment, the voice coming from afar immediately aroused Huiri's desire and persistence in her heart again.

"Mr. Ma, how can you say this to your foreign friends?" Li Yuan walked over and scolded softly.

Ma Zhou was naturally submissive and his eyes were a little unnatural.

After saying that, he turned to Huiri kindly and smiled, "I heard that some days ago that Wannian County Government arrested a Japanese envoy sent to Tang, and I think it was you."

Huiri nodded quickly and said, "The great nobleman in front of him was surrounded by palace maids and eunuchs, and there were also a group of imperial guards to protect him."

No need to guess, this person must be the abdicated Supreme Emperor and the most noble person in the Tang Dynasty.

Of course, he is also the dean of the medical school. There are even rumors that penicillin was developed by the Emperor.
Chapter completed!