Chapter 249 The Military God of the Tang Dynasty

Even though the journey from Rongzhou to Luoyang and Chang'an has been thousands of miles, it is still considered a journey of thousands of miles in a practical sense.

But Wang Xuance was still worried when he followed the visitor through the imperial city and entered the palace city.

Your Majesty wants to see him... It's not like Wang Xuance has never imagined this before.

On the way to Rongzhou, Wang Xuance passed the time by reading the Chronicles of the Three Kingdoms, and read what Tai Shi Ci said:

When your husband is born, he should carry a seven-foot sword to ascend to the rank of emperor.

Wang Xuance was convinced.

But... it's hard to say that he has any achievements in Rongzhou, and his family background in Luoyang can't be called anything, so what can His Majesty see about him?

Time seemed to fly very fast when he was thinking wildly. Before Wang Xuance could make any preparations, the guard in front was already standing aside with his hand on the handle of the knife, gesturing to come in.

Li Shimin looked back when he heard the commotion, looked at this young man with a tanned face, and said with a smile:

"Are you Wang Xuance?"

Wang Xuance bowed and crossed his arms.

"The Prime Minister of Huangshui County, Rongzhou, pays homage to Your Majesty."

It's a talent that can be made, Li Shimin secretly praised it in his heart.

This person's information is quite simple, he is not old, and his background is pure and simple.

But now that his attitude is neither arrogant nor arrogant, and he has a sense of character, Li Shimin is even more excited:

Why don't you give it a try and start training?

The Tang Dynasty has never been short of generals, but the Tang Dynasty has never minded having more generals.

"How about Rongzhou?" Li Shimin asked.

This was the time for the college entrance examination. Wang Xuance understood in his heart that he immediately restrained his mind and tried to give a comprehensive answer cautiously.

But soon, Wang Xuance saw a side of His Majesty that was difficult to comment on.

From the attitude towards Jiaozhi to the management of the Western Regions, from the customs of Tianzhu to the rumors of Yizhou, to the grievances of Goguryeo and the rumors of the Japanese country.

The emperor seemed to ask questions wherever he thought, quite casually.

Wang Xuance was not clear about these questions, and could only reluctantly answer most of them.

Seemingly seeing Wang Xuance's difficulty, Li Shimin simply pulled over the map and briefly explained the geography around the Tang Dynasty to Wang Xuance before continuing to take the exam.

This kind of question and answer lasted for a long time, until Wang Xuance felt that his energy was exhausted and he gave up.

To Wang Xuance's expectation, after the questioning, His Majesty asked him a question:

"Do you want to be a general?"

This was a question that Wang Xuance had never thought about before. He would lead the army to open up territory for the Tang Dynasty, and gain the title of marquis. He had never thought about such a future, but it seemed to be within reach at this moment.

But... Wang Xuance made a cross-hand salute again:

"Your Majesty, I have the courage to ask you a question."

Li Shimin nodded, then Wang Xuance asked:

"Why is this picture real?"

It's no wonder that Wang Xuance has this question, after all, the markings on this huge map are too detailed.

And he had just traveled thousands of miles and had a very clear understanding of the vastness of the territory, so he really couldn't understand why the map was so detailed.

What I didn't expect was that His Majesty smiled and said:

"If I tell you the truth, you won't believe me."

"Instead of doing this, it is better to stay in Chang'an for half a month and know by then."

So Wang Xuance was sent out in a daze, and His Majesty didn't even let him answer that question.

But now that he had said that, Wang Xuance simply relaxed and waited to see what would happen in half a month.

But... thinking about the map in his mind, Wang Xuance involuntarily slowed down his pace back to the inn.

If that map is true, in such a vast territory, the Tang Dynasty would be home to a corner, and there would be thousands of countries and thousands of customs.

Can the conquest be completed for the general? Wang Xuance had a vague idea, and for a while even the prosperous Chang'an lost its appeal in his eyes.

But Sun Simiao felt that Chang'an was pretty good for the first time.

Although this place is not clean and there are many people who come to visit every day to make connections, but... Chang'an is indeed the Kyoto.

Precious herbs are no longer valuable, and rare medicinal materials are no longer scarce.

The medical classics can be copied at will, and medical equipment can also be handled by supervisors.

In addition to studying medicine and disciplining the medical students in the Imperial Medical Office, there were two people whom Li Shimin asked him to diagnose and treat.

Empress Changsun, and Qin Qiong, Duke of Yi State.

The illness is not serious, but Duke Yi is relatively more serious.

Because Qin Qiong has been lying on the bed for nearly a year.

Before Sun Simiao came to Chang'an, the Imperial Medical Office's evaluation of Qin Qiong was that Qin Qiong could only die now.

This is not surprising, after all, this fierce general has fought more than 200 battles in his life, and he is always at the forefront in every battle.

The number of serious injuries has been countless, and the total amount of blood shed before and after is several dozen...

However, Sun Simiao was skeptical about the latter statement. After all, as far as he knew:

To fill a bottle, you need to drain all the blood from four people...

Ignoring the horrified expressions on the faces of the doctors at the Imperial Medical Office, Sun Simiao, after making the diagnosis, believed that if he wanted Qin Qiong to recover, surgery was necessary.

Qin Qiong's family members did not allow it, thinking that it was an age-old disease that could be cured by just prescribing medicine, not requiring an operation.

Sun Simiao, on the other hand, would not prescribe medicine without surgery. In the end, Li Shimin had to issue an order before surgery could be performed.

In the end, Sun Simiao cut out a section of the necrotic intestine from Qin Qiong's stomach and re-sutured it, and applied medicine to regulate it. Only then did Qin Qiong's complexion improve visibly to the naked eye.

Afterwards, Sun Simiao complained to Li Shimin:

"Your Majesty has famous generals, powerful soldiers, and armor in his battles, but he does not have a good doctor."

"The old "Treatise on the Causes and Symptoms of Various Diseases" says that if a wound is severed by a needle, it must be quickly repaired with a needle and thread, and then ground into rice porridge and drank for more than 20 days, and then food can be eaten after 100 days."

"General Qin's old illness may be due to the doctor's flaws in the needle and thread technique, or General Qin did not follow the instructions and did not eat food before 100 days, which led to this illness."

Li Shimin was thoughtful, and he also vaguely remembered that at that time, the light curtain seemed to have seen soldiers without weapons in the future fighting, shuttling through the battlefield to treat the wounded.

Moreover, as a commander, he had studied the military systems of the Spring and Autumn Period, the Pre-Qin Dynasty, the late Han Dynasty, the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and had already vaguely developed an idea at that time. When he heard Sun Simiao complaining, he opened his mouth and proposed an idea:

"Medicine King, if you order the Taichang Temple to open a medical office again, recruit doctors, and only study the methods of treating metal wounds and epidemics."

"Is it feasible to go to war with the army, not to go to the battlefield, and only treat the wounded?"

Sun Simiao was a little surprised for a while, and he was not used to Li Shimin asking him, the imperial physician, for advice as an emperor.

But after careful consideration, he nodded and said:

"It is feasible, but in this way, it is necessary to tailor the rules for it, and I am not good at this."

Sun Simiao understood that if he wanted to make doctors willing to follow the army, he had to reward them with military merits according to their medical treatment.

But when it came to how to calculate merits and penalties, Sun Simiao had no idea at all.

Li Shimin laughed: "You don't need to worry about this matter, the Imperial Censorate of the Dali Temple will recruit the staff of the Imperial Medical Bureau to jointly formulate laws and regulations."

Sun Simiao was relieved.

For Li Shimin, the most important thing now is the matter of the light curtain, after all, the younger generation has said the direction of the next story.

Then it is reasonable to speculate that the protagonists at the beginning are also the group of Zhenguan elders, right?

Then Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui must still be brought along, one is the absolute confidant, and the other is for recording.

The two Yans are naturally indispensable. The two painters are indeed unmatched. Even if they have only seen the light curtain picture once, they can draw it vividly.

Especially this month, Yan Liben also presented a bound book to Li Shimin:

Yan Liben bound the light curtain records copied by Du Ruhui into a book, and then reduced the pictures drawn by the two Yans to the size of a book page and bound them together.

In the end, a bound version with both pictures and texts was obtained.

Li Shimin was very satisfied and rewarded Yan Liben generously, then put the bound volume aside.

There was no way, he had no desire to open it just from the name: "From the Disaster of the Aristocratic Family to the An-Shi Rebellion".

He believed that if he just flipped through a page and finished reading it, his migraine would definitely relapse.

In addition, Changsun Wuji should not be avoided, and Qin Qiong, whose condition had improved, must also be summoned. Li Yaoshi and Li Yu just destroyed Jie Li Khan last year, and it seemed difficult not to bring them.

Before that, he was happy and agreed to Wang Xuance...

Sun Yaowang, who was in charge of medical skills, was embarrassed to leave out.

After a rough count, there were already ten people, and Li Shimin couldn't help but want to wipe his sweat.

At this time, he couldn't help but feel lucky that Hou Junji was kicked out of the capital as soon as possible after the New Year, and ordered him to collect military information in Hexi to assess the situation, otherwise Hou Junji would probably be difficult to avoid.

Moreover, another favorite general of Yuan, Cheng Zhijie, was the governor of Lu, Rong, and Rong, and the governor of Luzhou, so he couldn't leave at all.

So Li Shimin couldn't help but sigh: Our Zhenguan Tang Dynasty is really full of talents.

...

Compared with Li Shimin's sigh, Zhao Kuangyin seemed a little upset.

The closer he got to the three-month deadline, the more he worried about gains and losses.

If the light curtain didn't appear in reverse, he could treat it as a joke from the immortals or auspicious signs.

Or as a sudden hysteria.

But if it appeared on time, it meant that what was said in the light curtain was more likely to be true, and then there would be a big problem.

How did our Song Dynasty become so unbearable?

So after almost counting the days until the three-month deadline, Zhao Kuangyin finally ordered the guards to guard the imperial garden, and sat down at the stone table alone, struggling.

And soon after he sat down, even though he was a little reluctant, the light curtain on the stone table lit up as expected:

《From the military god of the Tang Dynasty to the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, how did Li Weigong become a god? 》