Xianwu Datang: Start with the rich woman

Chapter 28 The Great Tang Female Doctor

The morning is the busiest time for the major flying docks, and there are endless flying streams over Nanxianfang.

The prodigal sons of celestial beings and high-ranking officials who sing and sing all night will go back to the inner city to do business, and the casual cultivators or nobles who come from the local area will go to the city to catch up with the morning market transactions.

Large and small flying beasts or flying artifacts gathered from the half-white sky, dragging out bright tail flames, and slowly fell to the major flying docks.

At the same time, some people who stayed up all night left Nanxianfang with swords, beasts or flying sedan chairs.

It was Chen Yanjun's first close-up view of the majestic Great Tang Immortal City, and he was still very shocked.

In addition to the shock, there is also a sense of wonder: it seems that this is not the era of Xianwu, but the era of science fiction that has distorted the technology tree.

The architectural style of the Tang Dynasty has continued to the Xianwu era. The shape is simple and magnificent, the eaves are far-reaching, the brackets are strong, the lights are floating, and they stretch like a dragon, which is extraordinarily elegant and free.

Compared with later generations with red windows and green tiles, carved beams and painted buildings, and wishing to build a dojo in a snail shell, it is less delicate and graceful, and more majestic.

This is what Chen Yanjun likes most about the Tang Dynasty: the culture is self-confident, informal, and the whole society is full of a vigorous and upward atmosphere of a big country.

Commerce is also extremely developed, and the hundred-foot-wide streets are bustling with traffic.

The passers-by are mainly Han people, with simple and unrestrained clothes, followed by Hu people and various Persians, with strange makeup, a grand scene of all nations coming to court.

The clerks of the spiritual tool shop shouted in the street, and with the gorgeous seals or lights and shadows, they brought huge news of various promotions and discounts.

In the wine shop on the attic of the inn, flying lights flickered, and the laughter of guests and kabukis, as well as the refreshing aroma of wine could be faintly heard.

Outside the auction house there was a lot of shock and discussion, and the copper bell on the roof rang once every time a sale was made, and the melodious sound resounded throughout the city.

In addition, there are some peddlers who set up street stalls on the street.

For example, a farmer who sells spiritual agricultural products, a charlatan who sells dog skin condensing pills, a craftsman who puts magic film on spiritual swords and magic tools, a fortune teller who dresses up as a hermit master, or a storyteller who arranges royal anecdotes people……

Chen Yanjun suddenly realized how happy it is to travel to the world he likes!
So much so that he didn't touch his mobile phone or computer for five days, and he didn't feel any discomfort at all.

Such a great Tang Dynasty, he must be upright and dignified, and make a career out of it.

Instead of pursuing officialdom and being confined to longevity, like Liu Juzheng: a lonely Hongfei is tired and has nowhere to go, and his temples are covered with frost and he doesn't know how to return.

Although in the world of comprehension, seeking longevity is a basic operation, but Chen Yanjun still has another energy in his heart, and it is worthwhile to go through this experience.

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Guozijian is located in Wubenfang, the inner city, at the southeast foot of the imperial city. Starting from Duweicao, it takes six or seven miles to the north section of Nanxian Street, plus the entire ten-mile section of Zhuque Street in the inner city. It takes half an hour to walk.

"Let's take a flying chariot."

Chen Yanjun thought so.

Time is limited, he would rather spend this half hour reading medical books, or add some extra time.

In the Tang Dynasty, there was a means of transportation called a walking chariot, which was equivalent to an open sedan chair and was the predecessor of the sedan chair in later generations.

In the Xianwu era, people with status would take flying horses or flying sedan chairs when they went out, while wealthy commoners could take flying chariots.

The flying chariot is a flying chariot powered by runes and spirit jade, which is equivalent to a taxi in Xianwu Tang Dynasty.

The flying chariot service in Nanxianfang is very considerate, and when they arrive in the inner city, they will switch to riding spirit horses due to the no-fly restrictions.

Every mile of the flying dock in Nanxianfang, there are flying chariots docked, or you can just raise your hand to greet the passing flying chariots, and you can ride.

Chen Yanjun waited for a while, then waved in the air, no different from what he fought in his previous life.

Immediately, a paper-yellow flying chariot slowly landed in front of Chen Yanjun.

The charioteer is a ninth-rank old man, with his head tied in a bun, his long beard hanging down his chest, and he is quite immortal.

Although the status of charioteer is not high, it is a real high-paying profession, and many practitioners are engaged in it.

"Where is the son going?"

Chen Yanjun bowed politely, which is a common courtesy for mortals to cultivators.

"Guozijian."

The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile:

"A piece of spiritual jade is enough."

Chen Yanjun thought to himself, one good one is enough.

A piece of Lingyu, that is, one thousand yuan, has the same purchasing power as 1000 yuan. How expensive is it to fly?
"Senior, don't be joking. This is the price of Nanxianfang plus a one-day tour of the inner city. I am a local!"

The old man remained calm.

"The distance to Guozijian is no different from a one-day tour. Besides, the old man is a ninth-rank craftsman, so the price is naturally higher."

After some haggling, the deal was finally settled at five hundred yuan.

Immortal services, the price is naturally higher, barely acceptable.

For example, an ordinary steamed bun only costs one penny, but a Lingmai steamed bun costs one hundred yuan!

After all, for the first time, Chen Yanjun also wanted to try Datang Fei.

After recovering a bag of five hundred coins, Chen Yanjun conveniently put them in the cloth bag where the pharmacopoeia was placed.

The chariot is made of wood and paper carved with symbols, and needs to be driven by the spiritual power of the bearer, or by adding spiritual jade to the spiritual stove.

The former is more expensive. After all, if something goes wrong, you can repair it yourself, or take the customer to escape, which is obviously safer.

Chen Yanjun stepped onto the flying chariot and sat down cross-legged.

The chariot bearer sat at the spiritual stove at the back of the flying chariot, exerted spiritual power, poured it into the spiritual stove, and emitted a faint blue light.

The feeling of riding a chariot is amazing.

So much so that Chen Yanjun originally wanted to read some medical books while riding the flying chariot, but ended up patronizing the sights along the way.

"The Guozijian has just started classes. Right now, the genius has just dawned. The young master is handsome. He is either rich or expensive. I didn't expect to be so eager to learn."

It was nine o'clock in the morning at the beginning of the year, and now it is early six o'clock. It is indeed an early school.

Chen Yanjun said modestly:

"Everyone has to work harder."

The old man smiled.

"I think that your son's appearance is extraordinary, and he is so eager to learn, so he must be a master soon."

Although it was obviously a polite remark, Chen Yanjun still said:
"Lend your blessings."

In this way, the old charioteer chatted with Chen Yanjun along the way.

It seems that small talk is the professional nature of the coachman.

The charioteer is well-informed and very sensitive to trendy topics.

"I heard that on the day of the Cold Food Festival, there were strange beasts hurting people in Xianyang Gudu, and even a student from Danlin College of the Imperial Academy died. Is it true?"

"It's true."

Chen Yanjun thought, not only is it true, I am also the person involved.

The old man sighed.

"I thought the moat formation kept these monsters in the outer city. Now the prison guard is busy."

Chen Yanjun thought to himself, the appearance of strange beasts from mountains and seas in Chang'an City was by no means a trivial matter.

When you find a cockroach in the sun, there are too many shades to fill.

But the citizens of Chang'an didn't seem to be vigilant about this, they continued to play music and dance.

The time for small talk flew by.

In less than half a stick of incense, the flying chariot landed at the gate of Zhengde on the city wall.

The two got off the chariot, passed the security check of the prison guards with the disciple cards of the Imperial College, and entered the inner city to transfer to Lingma.

The people-carrying spirit horse is not tall, but a short body and long body that was specially bred by the beast master, and can seat many people.

The charioteer changed into a horseman, carrying Chen Yanjun, galloping on Zhuque Street on horseback.

Because of the curfew and no-flying in the inner city, the traffic on Suzaku Street is much less than that in Nanxianfang.

The architectural style of the houses along the neighborhood is also much simpler. If there were not many flying horses galloping along the road, Chen Yanjun felt that he had really traveled to the Tang Dynasty.

Lingma soon arrived at Wubenfang.

Chen Yanjun got off his horse and bowed to the old man to say goodbye.

Wubenfang is adjacent to the imperial city in the north, and Chongyifang in the south. There is Caoqu Jingfang in the south and the east of the workshop. To the east is the famous Pingkangfang, the Holy Land of Jiaofang, and the birthplace of Jiang Miao, Chen Yanjun’s best friend. Yingsheng Yanyu grew up with the sound of studying in the Imperial College, no wonder he will become a master of gynecology in the Imperial College when he grows up.

The area of ​​a square in Chang'an City is very large.

In addition to Guozijian, Wubenfang in history also had many residences of dignitaries.

However, in the Xianwu era, Guozijian expanded the Seventh Academy, and all these mansions were relocated.

Right now, the Guozijian has just opened its doors.

There are few students in the workshop.

The layout of Guozijian is similar to that of a university. Because of the limited area of ​​Wubenfang, the buildings in the prison are particularly tall, almost at the same level as the imperial city.

From this we can see the status of Guozijian.

Guozijian is one of the few forces that has not been touched by Eunuch Qiu or Jing Zhaoyin.

However, Guozijian hardly listens to the emperor, only listens to money, the royal family still has some spare money.

Coupled with the fact that there are many strong people in the prison, and no one can be offended by the Lord Jijiu, the Guozijian has been able to be independent until now, and has maintained its status as the highest ivory tower in the Xianwu Tang Dynasty.

However, the common phenomenon in the Guozijian is that the teachers are poor and the students are poor.

Otherwise, it is impossible for Chen Yanjun to enroll.

After entering the prison, Chen Yanjun didn't look around, but walked quickly with his head buried in his head, and quickly came to the pavilion of Danlin Academy, Baicao Hall.

A square bluestone square, surrounded by medicine gardens, with the main hall, Pharmacopoeia Pavilion and Dancao Pavilion in the middle.

There is a Wangqing Pond at the front of the Baicao Hall, with two or three cypress trees planted beside it, and seven or eight pavilions built. It is a place for disciples to practice morning classes.

Along the back, dozens of semi-suspended row wooden houses were built against the mountain, where some teachers and students of Danlin Academy lived and practiced.

Chen Yanjun walked straight into the Pharmacopoeia Pavilion.

The Pharmacopoeia Pavilion of Danlin Academy is a single-story pavilion, and the pharmacopoeias in it are vast.

Chinese medicine actually has a lot of metaphysics, but in the age of Xianwu, some of the metaphysics has come true!
In the Pharmacopoeia Pavilion, except for a very small number of unproven secret codes and some forbidden techniques, the rest are open to the disciples of Danlin Academy for free.

Only when you take away the borrowed books, you need to pay a certain grade point and borrowing fee.

Chen Yanjun thought it was early enough today.

As a result, there was actually a female doctor in a gray robe who came to the Pharmacopoeia Pavilion earlier and was browsing the secret codes and forbidden techniques in the corner.

When passing by, subconsciously looked, it was the only female doctor of Danlin Academy——

Talk about chastity.

Chen Yanjun hastily saluted:
"Good morning talking about the doctor."

Dr. Tan spends most of his time studying pharmacopoeias, and seldom participates in teaching in person, giving people a mysterious and low-key feeling.

Looking at it face to face, the doctor's facial features are elegant and refined, like an orchid in an empty valley, with a holy and bookish air that is as free as silk.

There are fine lines at the corners of the eyes, the center of the eyebrows is purple, and no makeup is applied. Although she is not as beautiful as Mrs. Cui, she has a very good temperament.

And because he doesn't show up often, his dantian is reserved, and no one knows his specific cultivation level, which gives people a very mysterious feeling.

It vaguely gives people a feeling of wanting to explore...

Chen Yanjun thought to himself, even the doctor worked so hard, what reason does he have for not working hard?

I didn't look at it any more, said hello, and then turned to Gaoge to look for books.

Tan Zhen looked down at the forbidden tome, but didn't notice that someone greeted her.

But out of the corner of her eye, she vaguely caught a glimpse of a figure in a white student uniform.

This is strange.

Only then did he look up at the back of the white-clothed figure in the distance.

Just a mortal?
Even stranger.

After reading through the secret codes all night to no avail, and being driven by curiosity, Tan Zhen asked:
"Are you a new disciple?"

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Calvin, start with the first chapter, and write more at night!
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