The assassination case outside Yujing City was squeezed out without any accident... Cough, the front page headlines of the plague became the latest current hot topic in the Yujing Daily and quickly spread throughout the capital.

Although most people in Yujing City try to stay at home and dare not go out due to the fact that the plague has not disappeared, it is precisely because of this that the sales of Yujing Daily have increased greatly.

As a capital of a country, Yujing is different from other parts of the Dayan Kingdom. At least five out of ten ordinary people can recognize and dictate words.

Not to mention writing poems, at least you can basically recognize the common words in the Yujing Daily, which deliberately uses vernacular Chinese. If you don’t recognize words, you can also guess the meaning of eight or nine.

He did not dare to go out and was eager to know the outside world because of his uneasiness. The cheap Yujing Daily became almost the only source of information and entertainment for the general public.

The newspaper said that Hua Yuanhua, a young genius doctor in the Imperial Hospital, showed his skills and used the incredible method of opening the intestines and shaving the bone to cure the poison to remove arrows and clear the poison for Prime Minister Tang. After hearing the news, Old Master Tang, the father of the prime minister, turned the ordinary gold-incineration medicine into a life-saving medicine with aura for ten years. Prime Minister Tang's body recovered as before in just three hours after applying the medicine, and he did not even leave half a scar.

Hua Yuanhua became famous because of this. The Department of Jinling, one of the 13th Department of Imperial Hospital, was changed to surgery on the same day, and Hua Yuanhua became the first surgical supervisor.

As for Tang Ning, the father of the prime minister who saved his son by krypton, to be honest, the people in the capital don’t know how to evaluate it. This magical old man has been trying to create miracles since he was taken to Yujing by Prime Minister Tang.

When he arrived in Yujing, the old man pretended to be paralyzed and pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger. After finding out the situation inside and outside the palace, he suddenly took action. He took the opportunity to arrest the secret spies from Suiguo in the palace of Wei as an opportunity to intervene in the new policy of King Wei, and helped the King of Wei to implement the tricky new policy. Then the old man turned around to "restore his youth."

Do you believe that an elderly person in his seventies and eighties will be younger if he dyes his hair and shaved his beard, and he will be younger if he is forty or fifty years younger?

Is there only one truth? The father of King Wei must have been cultivating the truth and qi for a long time, and his cultivation is definitely not low!

Now, when Princess Cui, who was in a brain, led the Blood God Sect to rebel, Mr. Tang spent his backhand to spend 70 years of life, attracting Zixiao Tianlei to kill the Blood God and the crazy believers of the Blood God Sect who have become monsters!

Is this something that ordinary people can do? This is an operation that ordinary cultivator may not be able to play!

That is seventy years of life! It’s rare to be seventy years old, and ordinary people can’t live such an old age even if they try their best…

Then, how long has it been, the scary plague just emerged, and Mr. Tang spent his life to pray for God's help. The whole city of cats, dogs, dogs and foxes obeyed his orders. Not only did he destroy the mice that spread the plague from north to south, but he even asked for the prescription for treating the plague!

You said, how many years of life will be exchanged for such a big natural disaster?

Thirty years?

It's almost the same to add a zero!

Now he has saved Prime Minister Tang’s life with another ten years of life.

Alas, why don’t I have such an omnipotent good father?

I don’t know if Mr. Tang still lacks sons. If he really can’t be a grandson, we are good at pretending to be a grandson...

Of course, being a grandson is a fool, and everyone just thinks in their hearts that even if they have the skills, it is better to read the story of "Journey to the West" in the fourth edition of the newspaper. Now who doesn't know that the author of "Journey to the West" Yi Shishi is actually Mr. Tang?

Is the story of Journey to the West true? Is there really a heavenly court and so many gods in the sky? The Monkey King Sun Wukong is so stupid. After fixed on the seven fairies, he doesn’t even know how to do something that men will do? The hard peach has no soft milk...

The discussion and envy of ordinary people behind closed doors was obviously not heard by Prime Minister Tang and Old Master Tang, and they had no way to know the current affairs that the Yujing Daily had not reported—

For example, after Prime Minister Tang left the Imperial Hospital, the first order was that his former brother-in-law Cui Chongyi was invited to the imperial prison. Liang Siqi, the youngest son of the Grand Sikong Liang Ji, was invited to the imperial prison for tea.

The reason for catching Liang Siqi is that the weapons left by the assassin contained the Southern Army ordnance numbers. After traceability, all of them belonged to the Southern Army Changmen Camp, and Liang Siqi was the fake Sima of the Changmen Camp.

When the Grand Sikong Liang Ji learned that his Qiliner had been arrested and was so angry that he smashed the entire set of precious porcelain in one breath. After that, he had to risk the plague and bring a gift to the door, begging Prime Minister Tang to show his hands high. My son Siqi couldn't get involved in the matter of Changmenying. You have always been kind to the Prime Minister. The assassin must have nothing to do with my son and my family!

Prime Minister Tang’s reply was also quite connotative: “Whose family is related to? Dasikong, three days.”

What does this mean?

Liang Ji is also an old official, how could he not understand what Tang Boyan meant?

"Prime Minister, three days are too short, please give me a few more days."

So Liang Ji begged immediately.

"Da Sikong, those assassins want to die today." Tang Boyan pointed to his heart, and his tone became cold: "Three days are long enough."

The helpless Da Sikong had to hurry back home and mobilized the Liang family's forces to bring dry food to search the mountains and sea to help catch the assassins.

What's the solution? If the real assassin cannot be caught, his good son Liang Siqi will definitely be taken to behead by that bastard Tang Boyan as an assassin!

Well, it doesn’t matter if you can’t catch the real assassin. Liang Ji is not unable to understand Tang Boyan’s naive hint—just find another scapegoat, the matter can be settled.

But unless it is absolutely necessary, Liang Ji will never do such a thing, because doing so means that the Liang family or Liang Ji will become enemies with a certain aristocratic family, and no one knows what unpredictable consequences will be caused!

Tang Boyan, who had sent the Grand Sikong Liang Ji, ordered the servants in the mansion to disinfect the reception room with disinfectant, and drank a bowl of medicinal tea for strengthening the body and nourishing the Qi and replenishing Chinese medicine as configured by the Imperial Hospital. He went to the study to discuss the military and national affairs that were worried about in the world.

Outside the mansion, there were endless cars and horses coming to send condolences, which made the officials of the royal palace busy and their vocal cords croaked without touching each other.

The drivers and gift-givers who gave gifts were dressed tightly, and their mouths and noses were bandaged tightly. If they were able to do it, they even lit incense on the car and boiled vinegar, making it sour and refreshing outside the Wei Palace like an old 82-year-old...

The inner courtyard of the royal palace is still peaceful and quiet. Tang Ning, who is sitting in a wheelchair, is very energetic and is still busy instructing Jiang Shenjun to use goose feather dipped pens and newly made pencils in the woodworking room.

I have to admit that Chen Jiangtou of the carpenter is indeed a talented person. He can make any objects explained by Tang Ning quickly and well.

So, even if someone came to report that Chen Jiangtou was taking private jobs outside to make the same wheelchair as Mr. Tang, Tang Ning laughed and didn't care when he heard this. He just made some extra money after completing his job. What's the problem? I didn't plan to apply for a wheelchair patent, and I had no place to apply...

Furthermore, a wheelchair is also considered a thing that benefits the people, so it is just to spend money and accumulate talent.

Speaking of wheelchairs, Tang Ning thought of the underwear that was also "invented" by him. In the past few days, the girls in the inner courtyard have been wearing new underwear one after another. The girls responded very well after trial, especially those girls who happened to be menstruating. As long as they were diligent in changing the pads in their pants, they would no longer have to worry about accidentally or with a little too much movement and would make their skirts covered...

The girls are all very grateful to Mr. Tang and are even willing to repay this kindness with their bodies. Really.

"Jiang Chanjun, how does it feel when using the new pen?"

Tang Ning stroked the handle of the dragon head of the sword.

"The writing speed is indeed much faster than that of a brush, but if you write with ordinary paper, you will poke the paper if you are not careful."

Jiang Boding quickly replied.

"This is not your problem, it's paper."

There is naturally a difference between using brush paper and using hard pen paper. The papermaking technology in this world is still a little far from the peak. It is easy to say that those thick papers at the top, but ordinary paper is a bit less meaningful.

However, this is not a big problem. Goose feather dipped pen and pencil naturally have advantages in writing speed. After promotion and popularization, it will naturally force paper makers to make suitable new paper.

With this idea, Tang Ning handed Jiang Boding a thick stack of original manuscripts of the ghost fox and monster story that had been prepared. These stories were basically only 180 words outlined. They were recorded one after another during this period of time in order to prevent them from being forgotten for too long. Before, they were not short of health values, so they were all placed in the study to eat dust. Now the old man is paralyzed on his feet and hugged his wheelchair, so it is necessary to take it out.

"Boding, this is the main line of thirty short stories. Take them back and expand them into a finished product of about 3,000 words. Take your time, I am not in a hurry. If you are too busy, you can also find friends to help create..."

Tang Ning patted his knees without feeling and said kindly.

"Sir, please rest assured. No one else needs help. You will be able to complete it within half a month at most!"

Jiang Boding patted his chest and replied.

This answer made Tang Ning very satisfied. Out of trust in Jiang Boding's writing ability, he nodded and turned the topic to Jiang Boding's family affairs: "Boding, I heard that your wife is pregnant?"

"Yes, sir, I'm already nine months pregnant."

Speaking of family affairs, Jiang Boding immediately showed a happy smile on his face.

"Have you been nine months old?" Although Tang Ning had never touched the girl's hand before traveling through time, the original owner's memory after traveling through time made him very experienced in pregnancy and childbirth. Hearing this, he said: "Oh, this may be in labor at any time! Boding, the plague in the city has not yet subsided. If your wife suddenly gave birth, she may not be able to find a mother-in-law for midwife in a hurry, and even if she finds a woman, she is in danger of getting infected... In this way! Take your wife to me for delivery!"

Tang Ning said the previous words just based on the current situation, but the last sentence was his inspiration to kill two birds with one stone.

Jiang Boding's wife is about to give birth, so his mind will inevitably not be fully focused on helping to create stories. He will inevitably worry about his wife and the unborn child from time to time.

So, if you want to solve this problem, isn’t the easiest way to take his wife to the royal palace for delivery?

The Wei Palace does not lack servants who take care of daily life, nor does it lack experienced midwife and stable women. Mrs. Jiang just needs to wait for delivery with peace of mind.

After getting settled in Mrs. Jiang, wouldn’t Jiang Boding focus on helping create stories? And that’s what, this saves Jiang Boding from going back and forth between home and the royal palace to waste time. How could he write more than three thousand words every day...

Haha, this plan is so wonderful. I am simply a genius urging manuscripts!

Old Master Tang quietly praised himself in his heart.

"Sir, this is not in accordance with the rules! The inner courtyard of the royal palace is important, how can one be a person inside or outside..."

Jiang Boding's first reaction was to refuse!

"In the royal palace, my words are the rules! Boding, you don't need to say more, just do what I said!" Tang Ning immediately took out the face of the superior who could not be rejected, and then he pointed the name of the number one general under his command: "Xiaoxing! Take two servants and join Jiang to the army home to invite Mrs. Jiang to the royal palace!"

After saying this, Jiang Boding could no longer refuse. He had to sincerely thank Mr. Tang for his kindness, and then left the palace with Dian Zaixing, who received the order.

When Jiang Boding left, Tang Ning waved to the close maid in red, "Hongluan, go and clean up a suite for Jiang Chanjun and Mrs. Jiang."

"You old man, you admit your mistake again. I am Qingluan."

"If you admit your mistake, you will admit your mistake! You just talk too much, hurry up!"

"oh……"

Tang Ning, who was chasing away the spirit of Qingluan, whose ears were cleared, looked at the stage again.

Although it was already dark, the two bands were still practicing the repertoire tirelessly.

The first orchestra conducted by Ayagina has actually increased to 80% restoration level. Not only has the time limit for flying clouds and fogs increased to 10 minutes, but it also has an additional effect of "one breath and ten miles".

It takes about 2-3 seconds to take one breath, that is, when the clouds and fog are not ineffective, you can jump ten miles away in 2-3 seconds...

This is obviously a flash skill, which is excellent for chasing and escaping.

Even if I chase after me, I am afraid that I will give up someone if I chase him, so I only have the purpose of escaping.

10 minutes is 600 seconds, 2-3 seconds escape ten miles, and 10 minutes even if you are not familiar with the business, you can escape thousands of miles away... I am leaving thousands of miles away by myself, who can kill me?

Not bad, I have to bring the first band with me when I go out in the future.

Tang Ning took out his small notebook, wrote a note happily, and added black and thick.

The second band, which is persistent in "Yi Jian Mei", has also increased its proficiency to 65%, and the time to summon the Tide Water Spirit has increased...

Wait, after using the bgm effect to summon a tidal water spirit, can I chant another spell and then another tidal water spirit?

So after a moment, Old Master Tang looked at Omi Mi Shui Ling and Hatsune Mi Shui Ling who were so close to each other and smiled with relief.
Chapter completed!