kill the immortal

Chapter 17, Chapter 17, Holy

When An Yan returned to his residence, it was already evening, and he felt extremely hungry since he hadn't eaten since last night. It was like being in a refugee camp outside the city.

He asked Xiangyun and Zhenniang to bring a lot of fruit, but this food did not feel full, far less satisfying than carbohydrates. He also kept in mind Xuanyi's words, the red fruit that he ate last night He still remembers the feeling very clearly, if not for this, he would not be so patient.

Xiangyun and Zhenniang were making medicine there, while An Yan was reading a book to make himself forget his hunger.

When the decoction was ready, An Yan ignored the bitterness and drank it in one gulp, and then ate the second red fruit.

The difference from yesterday was that this time he didn't feel the coolness anymore, but a hot air spread in his body, reaching all the limbs, but the same as yesterday, this feeling also made him feel extremely comfortable , as if lying in a warm blanket on a cold winter day.

An Yan was extremely amazed by the magic of the red fruit, wondering if the feeling of the third fruit would be different.

In order to alleviate his hunger, he went to bed early, and that night he had another dream, and came to the same place as last night, like a fairyland.

There was also the light ball, this time he saw it clearly, there seemed to be a figure hiding inside, but when the light ball surrounded him, he couldn't see anything, only an endless sense of comfort remained.

When An Yan opened his eyes, it was gray outside the window, and the sun had not yet risen.

He felt dry mouth for a while, got up and went to the table and drank a whole pot of water to feel better, took a breath, looked down at his body, An Yan always felt something was wrong, but couldn't tell.

But Master Xuanyi should have no reason to harm him, otherwise she wouldn't need to help him enter the city that day.

After eating some more fruit, An Yan went straight to Wentang Pavilion, lacking in recreational activities, he had nothing else to do except reading for the time being, and learning the knowledge of this world would allow him to quickly integrate into this era.

He was the first one to come. Elder Lin was the only one sitting at the entrance of Wentang Pavilion, reading a book intently. There was a small table next to him with simple tea and snacks on it.

An Yan wanted to go up to greet him, but seeing him engrossed in reading, he didn't bother him, and went straight into the attic.

Coming to the familiar bookshelf, An Yan found that the place where the history books were placed had been cleaned, and the dusty books had been wiped clean.

An Yan was thoughtful, and then picked out a few books and found a place to sit down and read them.

He has already read the general history, and now he is reading some emperors' biography, as well as the biographies of famous ministers and generals. Understanding these also prevents him from being completely unaware when others quote scriptures when chatting with others.

After briefly reading a few history books, An Yan found some military machinery books. Unfortunately, these books can only be used for literacy, and nothing else is introduced.

"Little brother also likes mechanics?"

Just when An Yan was fascinated by watching, a voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

An Yan looked up, and saw a middle-aged man standing beside him. He was dressed very plainly, which is rare in the prime minister's mansion. An Yan felt that even the material of the servant's clothes was better than the one on him.

However, this man was born with a handsome appearance, thick eyebrows and short beard, and a pair of piercing sword eyes.

An Yan didn't dare to underestimate this aura, so he stood up and cupped his hands and said, "I'm just interested."

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "I am the first to join the cabinet on weekdays. I didn't expect someone to be earlier than me today, so I couldn't help coming over to bother me. I hope my little brother will forgive me. I'm Shi Zhe."

"An Yan." An Yan also introduced himself.

Shi Zhe said in surprise: "I heard that a new nephew of Master Yu's has arrived in the Prime Minister's Mansion. It should be Mr. An."

"Yu Xiangye is indeed my next uncle."

"Mr. An is diligent and studious." Shi Zhe said politely, then glanced at the books on the table, and said: "This "Thousand Machines Illustrated Record" was written a few years ago, and now the two factories of Shenji Xuanjia have updated it. The iteration is fast, and many new creations are not in the "Thousand Machines Illustrated Record."

An Yan said comprehensibly: "It's like this...Brother Shi knows the art of mechanics very well."

Shi Zhe chuckled, and sat down on the opposite side of An Yan: "I know a little bit, there are many readers in this Wentang Pavilion, but most of them come for poetry, songs, Fu, Four Books and Five Classics. Unexpectedly, there are people like An Yan. Young Master, someone who is willing to delve into mechanical engineering books."

"It's not about studying, it's just about literacy."

Shi Zhe put the book in his hand on the table and handed it over: "Mr. An, if you are really interested, you can go to the second floor, where the collection of books is more detailed."

An Yan took it and opened it, and found that the description in this book was more detailed. Besides the pictures, it also had uses and advantages. There are descriptions on the armor.

"Cold Phosphorus Armor... Black Phosphorus Sword... Xuanjia Guard Equipment..."

After flipping through a few pages, An Yan nodded with a smile and said, "This book is indeed much more detailed, thank you Brother Shi."

Shi Zhe said with a smile: "Shenji Xuanjia is the most important technique in the country. Apart from the personnel of the two factories, the only people who can contact it are sergeants. The distance between them and ordinary people is too far. People who are interested in it are not interested in it." It's a blessing to see Mr. An today."

"Brother Shi speaks a lot, but my knowledge is shallow, so I dare not say that I share the same interests as Brother Shi."

It was still early, and there was no one in Wentang Pavilion for the time being. The two sat there chatting without worrying about disturbing others.

"Is there any difference between Chang'an and Luoyang factories?" An Yan asked.

"Chang'an Xuanji Factory generally produces large-scale machinery, industrial heavy equipment that can dig mountains, dig mines, and cut rocks, while Luoyang Xuanji Factory manufactures mostly armor and ordnance. The two factories have their own strengths."

It is worth mentioning that Xuantang did not have three provinces and six departments, but three provinces and five departments.

There was no Ministry of Industry in Xuantang, and it was replaced by the Tiangong Academy. The chief officer was the head of the Tiangong Academy, the second-rank official, and had two major mysterious machine factories under his jurisdiction.

Tiangongyuan is a very special and independent institution. The head of Tiangongyuan usually does not participate in government affairs, and has a very high status and enjoys the treatment of a national teacher.

The two chatted very happily, although An Yan was probably asking Shi Zhe for advice, but every time Shi Zhe mentioned a creation of the Mysterious Machine Factory, An Yan could immediately guess its purpose, which surprised Shi Zhe.

Near noon, An Yan's stomach suddenly made a "gurgling" sound, which interrupted the conversation between the two.

"Is it time for dinner?" Shi Zhe looked at the sky outside the window and said with a smile.

"Talking with Brother An Xian, I don't feel the time passing."

An Yan was slightly embarrassed, cupped her hands and said, "Thank you Brother Shi for your enlightenment."

Shi Zhe thought about it and said generally: "Brother An Xian has a great talent in the art of mechanics. If he studies this skill carefully, he will surely achieve something."

An was tired of laughing: "Brother Shi is overrated, I don't have any great talents, it's just a random guess."

How can he have any great talents, but he also had a lot of similar heavy industrial machinery in his previous life. Although the principle is different, he can know the general purpose of it when he sees it, so it won't be like a book.

Shi Zhe also smiled, got up and said: "Sit down, brother, go get some food for brother."

An Yan hurriedly said: "Brother Shi, you don't need it. I'm not feeling well recently, and I'm recuperating. I don't eat five grains and meat. Brother Shi can eat by himself."

Shi Zhe's reaction was the same as Yu Huanzhang's, with a strange expression on his face: "What else can you eat without eating grains and meat? Which doctor asked my virtuous brother to do this?"

An Yan pondered and said, "It's Master Xuanyi."

However, Shi Zhe's eyes changed when he heard the words, and the way he looked at An Yan became incomprehensible.

"That's it... then brother, take care of yourself."

After finishing speaking, he cupped his hands to An Yan and said, "Brother An Xian, I will take my farewell first, and see you later."

An Yan was a little dazed, how could the other party have such an attitude after hearing about the real person Xuanyi.

Let yourself be careful... what does that mean?
"Brother Shi?"

When An Yan came back to his senses, Shi Zhe had already gone far.

At this time, there were quite a few people in Wentang Pavilion, and it was time for meals. Many people took their meals from the cafeteria here and ate while reading. There are many hardworking and studious people in this era.

An Yan also felt that her stomach was unbearably hungry, so she left Wentang Pavilion and returned to her residence.

At the gate of the courtyard, I saw Xiangyun, Zhenniang, and Zhang Quanzheng sitting together and talking about something. When An Yan approached, they found them, and they all stood up to salute.

"What are you talking about?" An Yan asked casually.

Xiangyun and Zhenniang looked at each other, Xiangyun pursed his lips and said, "Yesterday, someone in the house died."

"Really?" An Yan was also a little surprised. "Who's dead?"

"It's Madam's personal maid, Minglan!"

"..."

Zhenniang also added: "I heard that when I went out to swim in the lake with my wife, I slipped and fell into the water."

The expression on An Yan's face instantly subsided, and her eyes flickered.

After a while, he said, "Well, I see, let's cook."

"Cooking?" Xiangyun was a little surprised. Young Master An clearly ordered that he only eat fruit these days.

"I'm hungry, let's cook." An Yan said again.

"Okay!" The two maidservants immediately responded and went to inform the cook.

After returning to the room, An Yan drank half a pot of water, and then called Zhang Quan again.

"Is there a doctor in the house?"

"Yes!" Zhang Quan nodded and said, "Master An needs a diagnosis, I can call for you."

"Well, let's go."

The doctor in Xiang's mansion is an old man over half a century old. Although his beard and hair are white, his eyes seem to be full of energy. An Yan can feel that the other party is proficient in health preservation with just one glance.

When the old man saw An Yan for the first time, he said, "Master An has not been eating well recently."

The doctor's surname is Sun, and he was originally an imperial physician in the palace. He can work in the prime minister's mansion, so his standard is naturally not low.

"Since yesterday, I have only eaten some fruit."

The old man sat down again to feel the pulse of An Yan, stroked his beard and pondered for a moment, and said: "I will prescribe some prescriptions for Young Master An to appetize and invigorate the spleen, and it should be effective after eating a few."

An Yan was not in a hurry, and asked instead: "Mr. Sun, what else is wrong with my body?"

These words made the old man re-examine An Yan: "What's wrong with Master An?"

An Yan said: "Drinking a lot of water these two days, but I haven't had a urinate yet."

The old man said strangely: "Master An's pulse condition doesn't look like someone with kidney problems."

An Yan took out the prescription again and asked the old man to look at it. After reading it, the old man said: "This is a prescription for nourishing qi and blood."

Then he let out a little surprise: "What is this red snake fruit?"

An Yan took out the last red fruit and asked the other party to look at it, but the old man looked at it for a long time, shook his head and said: "This old man has been practicing medicine for decades, and he is familiar with various medical prescriptions and medical theories. He has seen countless rare medicines. , but have never seen such a thing.”

"I got it from the largest pharmacy in the city." An Yan said.

Then the old man said: "You said Yu Zhenyuan, his boss, Zou Xing'an, is an old acquaintance of mine and a well-known doctor in the world. Since he dares to prescribe medicine for you, it seems to be all right."

He said so on the lips, but he was muttering in his heart, what is the origin of this red snake fruit, did Zou Xing'an get some other prescription?
The old man finally left the doctor's order to leave, and Xiang Yun also came to invite him to dinner.

An Yan got up and went to the toilet, unbuttoned his robe and stood there for a long time without any response. Even if he didn't feel like urinating in the past, as long as he stood like this, he could always come out.

what went wrong...

An Yan sat at the dining table and looked at the exquisite food on the table. He felt his stomach calling the police, and after thinking about it for a moment, he began to eat.

He didn't doubt Master Xuanyi at first, but Shi Zhe's reaction today, as well as the weirdness of his body, made An Yan have to pay attention.

The turbid qi mentioned by Master Xuanyi is too mysterious. If it is moisture and fire, An Yan can still understand it.

That night, An Yan, who was full of food and drink, felt a little insomnia.

The indoor doors and windows are closed, and ice cubes are placed in the corners to make the room temperature less hot.

An Yan was lying on the bed, unable to fall asleep even though he was calm, suddenly caught a glimpse of a light and shadow flashing outside the window, the door opened silently, without any movement, the pale moonlight broke into the room instantly.

Terrified, An Yan was about to jump up and touch the dagger under the pillow, but the person who walked into the room made him freeze instantly.

The man was wearing a wide avenue robe, his black hair was simply tied with a wooden hairpin, he wore a half-transparent veil on his face, he held a dust whisk in his hand, and walked quietly. Under the moonlight, this figure looked holy and solemn.

(End of this chapter)