Chapter 271 A New Era

This Five Thunder Temple is really too dangerous!

Only then did Hou Junji suddenly understand why this place attracted His Majesty's inscription and strict control of fire starters.

He looked at the alchemy materials piled up in the warehouse here, and then looked at the thick smoke still hovering behind the palace.

Hou Junji walked away and decided in his heart that he would never come here again!

And looking at this group of Taoist priests who were running towards the thick smoke with their faces full of joy, Hou Junji actually felt a little more admiration in his heart:

Where did General Medicine Master find these dead soldiers?

After walking quickly and walking out of the gate, Hou Junji relaxed his worries.

Neither Li Jing nor Li Shi was here, which actually put Hou Junji in trouble.

Then, who else is the secret minister of Ganlu Palace?

Hou Junji thought about it while walking.

There must be no Wei Zheng, because after Yuan Zheng, Wei Zheng was sent out by His Majesty to do things like him.

To put it bluntly, Hou Junji collects intelligence to prepare for the next war to destroy the country.

Wei Zheng is going to deal with the aftermath of the destruction of the Turks:

During the Yuanzheng Dynasty, according to reports from the Ministry of Civil Affairs, the total population of Han and Hu people who fled to the interior after the collapse of the Turks was one million.

Where to settle so many people, how to make them self-reliant, whether to create new prefectures, counties, etc., regulations were already drawn up during the Yuan Zheng period, and Wei Zheng was ultimately ordered to order troops to handle it.

Moreover, His Majesty also specifically instructed that after Wei Zheng had settled the people who were attached to him, he would then go north to collect the bones near the Great Wall and offer sacrifices on behalf of the emperor.

Thinking of the Great Wall, Hou Junji realized that his thoughts were drifting away again.

At this time, the conversation on the roadside also came to my ears:

"The Five Thunder Temple has appeared again!"

"I wonder if Thunder Lord is angry!"

"Yes, Empress Yuan Zheng said that a Taoist priest was almost hacked to death, but it was the imperial doctor who came over and saved his life."

"It must be because this Taoist temple doesn't want to open the door for us to pray, which is why Thunder God is angry!"

He shook his head inwardly, but after such an interruption, Hou Junji thought of a place to go.

A quarter of an hour later, facing the glaring medical worker, Hou Junji looked a little impatient:

"Where is King Sun Yao? Don't tell me, King Sun Yao is not here either."

Thanks to later generations' emphasis on medicine, the Imperial Medical Office also began to restructure after Sun Simiao stayed in office.

Today, the Imperial Medical Office is divided into two departments: medicine and medicine, which are responsible for medical skills and pharmacology respectively.

If you pass the exam, you can study in the Imperial Medical Office. There are exams every month, every quarter, and every year.

After completing their studies, they become medical workers, and then there are doctors, physicians, and medical doctors. The Imperial Physician is responsible for the management of the Imperial Medical Office, and the Imperial Physician's Order can make final decisions on the Imperial Medical Office.

The current imperial physician is Sun Simiao.

"Sun Yaowang is here...but it is not convenient to see guests."

Fang Xuanling was not found in the Imperial Academy, and Li Shiji and Li Jing were not found in the Five Thunder Temple.

I didn't see any of my colleagues from Ganlu Palace, but I managed to catch Sun Yaowang and still shied away from seeing the guests?

Hou Junji couldn't bear it.

After waving his hand to signal the generals to clear the way and pushing the medical workers aside, Hou Junji strode into the Imperial Medical Office.

The layout here is quite simple. A doctor of medicine came to greet him. He recognized Hou Junji, the Duke of Lu. Seeing the dancing gestures of the medical workers behind him and the menacing generals of Duke Lu, the doctor came forward. Time feels overwhelming.

"Gong Lu, please wait a moment. It is indeed inconvenient for King Sun Yao to see guests at this time. How about I inform you first?"

Hou Junji nodded and just insisted:

"Tell King Sun Yao that you must see him today no matter what."

Doubts kept piling up in Hou Junji's heart, which already made him a little panicked.

Now that I think about it, the four words Xuanzang said when he said goodbye, "take care of yourself" seem to have a profound meaning.

The doctor nodded sadly and went to report it.

But it returns after a while:

"Duke Lu, please come with me. Doctor Sun said that he needs your help."

Looking at the relieved doctor, Hou Junji actually felt a little uneasy.

The journey was short, and Hou Junji was brought to the door of a room at the back. The doctor refused to go any further:

"Mr. Sun is waiting for Duke Lu."

Hou Junji didn't care at all and rushed in directly.

When his eyes were dim, Hou Junji caught sight of Sun Yaowang who was busy. Before the happiness rising in his heart lasted for a breath, he saw the person Sun Simiao was busy with.

Someone who has been completely turned on.

Sun Simiao didn't care, and even had time to ask for help:

"On the shelf on the left, there is a short knife with a blade as long as half a finger. Pass it to me."

Hou Junji swallowed, and then a feeling of nausea arose, which he suppressed forcefully.

It's not like he's never seen dead people before, but this is really the first time he's seen someone like this.

"Sun Yaowang, you..."

Sun Simiao looked very impatient:

"Your Majesty has given permission."

Hou Junji was immediately speechless.

Sun Simiao seemed to have had similar arguments with others in the past two days, so he almost opened his mouth and said:

"Wang Mang could do it for dissecting corpses and looking for pathologies. Song Dynasty could do it, and later generations could do it. Why can't I, Tang Dynasty, do it?"

"If you can't help, then don't cause trouble here!"

Hou Junji obediently withdrew.

It was not until the evening at the Imperial Physician's Office that Hou Junji waited until Imperial Physician Sun had finished his work.

Faced with Hou Junji's hesitant expression, Sun Simiao spoke quickly:

"The death row inmates in Tingwei Prison died of illness."

Hou Junji was relieved.

However, Sun Simiao looked at Hou Junji carefully and suddenly asked:

"Does Duke Lu think I'm bold?"

There is no need to hesitate, Hou Junji nodded vigorously.

Sun Simiao smiled:

"Lu Guogong is much bolder than me."

Hou Junji didn't understand.

Sun Simiao shook his head, looking tired:

"Your questions should be asked to His Majesty, please go back."

Looking at Hou Junji who left angrily with a puzzled face, Sun Simiao shook his head in his heart.

This is one of the reasons why he doesn't like the capital.

He just dissected a death row prisoner who died of illness, which attracted the attention of the Imperial Medical Bureau inside and outside, and had to rely on Li Shimin to force support and promote it.

These arrogant nobles, who see profit but do not care about their families, have hundreds of innocent people's heads falling to the ground in a moment.

But... now that the emperor has been enlightened by future generations, medicine has been given unprecedented attention.

Considering these benefits, Sun Simiao decided to turn a blind eye to them.

Hou Junji's resentment lasted only one night. The next morning, the eunuchs issued an imperial edict, ordering Duke of Lu Hou Junji to go to the north of the city to watch the ceremony.

Sitting in the carriage, Hou Junji was too lazy to think about anything.

Or, once the matter involves His Majesty, what he thinks is often not important, what is important is what His Majesty thinks.

This is the experience he has gained from so many years in the Qin Palace.

But where is the problem?

Sitting in the carriage, Hou Junji recalled carefully that His Majesty's expression did not seem to be false when he set out in Yuanyue.

Then there is only one possibility, that His Majesty's impression of him has gone wrong during his time in Hexi.

So is it in the court or Ganlu Palace?

After thinking about it for a while, Hou Junji finally ruled out the court.

The court's criticism must be inseparable from the loudspeakers of the Censorate, and if they want to make a false accusation, they must want the whole world to know, and he can't be unaware of the wind at all.

Therefore, there is only one possibility: the light curtain of Ganlu Palace.

There was no way to speculate about this. Hou Junji looked out of the carriage window with melancholy.

He, Hou Junji, could formulate the Xuanwu Gate plan through complex intelligence analysis.

But he could not guess what a young man more than a thousand years later would say to cause the Duke of Lu of the Tang Dynasty to fall into such an embarrassing situation.

On the north side of the city, the imperial guards had initially enclosed an open space, which looked like a military camp.

Li Shimin stood on a high place, with Li Jing and Li Shiqi, who were smiling, and Yan Lide, who looked calm.

Glancing at Hou Junji who got off the carriage with a sullen look, Li Shimin snorted coldly and turned to Li Jing:

"Has the gunpowder studied by the pharmacist finally made some progress?"

Li Jing nodded generously:

"I have searched through ancient books and used the saltpeter mentioned in "Fan Zi Ji Ran" as the base, and then tried the Taoist recipes repeatedly."

"The Taoist Song Cheng of Wu Lei Temple is quite talented in this way. What he made yesterday was so powerful that the smoke was so thick that it was similar to what people in later generations said."

Li Shimin also remembered the scene he saw in the light curtain, and even more so the Taoist who blew up the furnace.

Inspired by the future generations, he now understands that such rare talents are very important. He pondered for a moment and asked:

"The Taoist Songcheng..."

Li Jing shook his head and said:

"Now the Taoists only prepare elixirs."

"Yesterday, Taoist Songcheng watched from a distance, and the imperial guard who ignited the gunpowder lost hearing in one ear."

Li Shimin breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he could still accept it, and nodded:

"The deaf imperial guard and Taoist Songcheng will both be rewarded heavily."

The short conversation ended quickly, and the next step was to see the specific results.

The imperial guards of Wulei Temple entered the scene. They started digging a pit at a distance of 300 steps from the emperor and others, and then put a large urn that could be hugged by a single person.

Then they began to fill the soil and pulled out a thick fuse.

Li Shimin curiously stretched his head and looked under the protection of several large shields.

He saw the imperial guards ignite the fuse with a torch, and then fled as fast as if they wished they had four legs.

The flashing sparks approached the burial site and finally burned in.

Perhaps because it was buried underground, the sound was slightly muffled, but the effect was already amazing enough.

The flying mud sprinkled over everyone's head like raindrops.

A large pit was left at the explosion site, and a horse tied next to it to test the power could no longer be seen.

Yan Lide's face was bitter.

It seemed that the heavy infantry and heavy cavalry that had been improved some time ago would have little power to fight back against this thing.

Li Shimin, Li Jing and Li Shiqi were all thoughtful.

Li Shimin remembered the hellish silhouette of the later wars seen in the chapter of Wuhou Temple, and was full of emotion for a while:

"This thing can be used as a weapon to kill the enemy in the future. It can also be used to ascend to the sky and see the mysteries of heaven and earth."

"How to use it depends on one's heart."

He is no longer Qin Wang Li Shimin.

If he had obtained this thing ten years ago, he would have tried every means to blow up Dou Jiande and his ilk, and then laughed and boasted about his achievements.

But now, the first thing he thought about was, in addition to killing people, could this thing add some glory to this prosperous era?

Tomorrow, Su Dingfang will start, and the ancient Tang Dynasty line will be almost done for now.