Chapter 151

It's hard to imagine that the ancient journey is hard to imagine in modern times.

Ran Yan didn't often take a boat before. After a few days, she was used to the feeling of floating on the ship. Occasionally, she could go to the deck to see the beautiful scenery on both sides of the Strait. Ran Meiyu's situation is not so optimistic. She grew up at the water's edge, so it's not a problem to take a boat. At first, she was alive and kicking around. She used the stubble of looking for ran Yan as entertainment after cooking, but after more than ten days, she was almost dying.

Ran Yan also rarely get quiet, sitting on the deck to see the scenery.

From Suzhou to Chang'an, at least, it takes more than a month to go. It's only half of the toss. Even a patient like ran Yan is about to collapse. I feel that the remaining ten days are so long and endless.

Ran Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at the surging river. He couldn't help sighing.

"Ah Yan can't stand it?" Although ran Yunsheng often came and went from south to north, after more than ten days of torture, he was also somewhat haggard, but he actually added some beauty to his already handsome face.

"It's just boring." In Zhuangzi, at least some herbs can be planted and studied. There are only a limited number of herbs that can be used on board. The road to Chang'an is a long way. It is said that these herbs can be used. Ran Yan only chooses some herbs that are not commonly used. For example, gouqin, Aconitum, tianxianzi

"You didn't have a lot of interest in dispensing the other day?" Ran Yunsheng sat down beside her, "what kind of medicine is ah Yan prepared?"

Ran Yan stopped and took out a small bottle from his sleeve. "This is colorless and tasteless. It can dissolve in water. The most important thing is that after taking it, it is not easy to find abnormalities even after autopsy."

Many chemicals are colorless, tasteless and toxic. The so-called "colorless and tasteless" of poisons made from medicinal materials is just to reduce the degree of "color" and "taste". Each drug has its own specific smell, because the substances contained in them, if the smell is removed, it is likely to destroy their functions.

"Ah Yan..." Ran Yunsheng stares at ran Yan for a while and sums up, "you're afraid it's really boring."

Ran Yan took the porcelain vase in his hand and said, "yes, otherwise, how can I study this kind of boring thing?"

If she wants to kill people, she has at least hundreds of ways to make people die at the level of autopsy in the Tang Dynasty. Where does she need colorless and tasteless poison? It's too technical.

"If you have nothing to do, you'd better practice Xiao. If you work hard, you can't compare with Xiao Shilang in a month, it should be very good." Ran Yunsheng persuades ran Yan to do what his wife should do.

Ran Yan leaned against the back of the round waist Hu bed, supported his head with his hand, and said slowly, "brother ten looks up to me too much. For a month Even for a year, I can't get to a good level. "

"Ah Yan, how can you be so arrogant?" Ran Yunsheng still remembers that ran Yan once learned Guqin and Zheng, and knew music theory well, so it should be easy to learn.

Ran Yan had no choice but to say, "it's not to belittle oneself, but to seek truth from facts. Let's take a more popular example, that is, the swordsman pinches the embroidery needle. Even though he can embroider things, his posture is always different. "

Evening green chuckled and said, "madam, this is a good analogy, but that's what it is."

"You blow it again and listen to it." Ran Yunsheng did not believe that this effect would occur.

Ran Yan didn't say much. He took out the flute from his sleeve and sat up. Before he started blowing, he was interrupted by ran Yunsheng, "it's OK to straighten up, but you don't need to be so stiff. It's natural."

This is ran Yan's most natural state. After six years of constant dissection, no one but sleeping, eating, going to the toilet, holding a scalpel or writing an autopsy report.

"No more." Ran Yan took up the flute and asked, "ten brothers, how long can I get to Chang'an?"

Ran Yunsheng saw that she really didn't want to continue, nor forced her to follow the topic. He said, "it's about five or six days before we can get to Luoyang. After that, we'll change to land. If it's fast, we can get to Xinfeng on August 9th, and it's not far from Chang'an to Xinfeng."

The road is not so tortuous, but ran Yan dare not be blindly optimistic.

Luoyang, known as Yuzhou in ancient times, is located in the heart of the Central Plains, close to the mountains and rivers, with convenient transportation. It has been the place that strategists must contend for since ancient times.

Since the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, Luoyang has been in good weather, with merchants and scholars gathering. Although its prosperity is not as prosperous as Chang'an, it is also a big state in the Tang Dynasty.

However, with the merchant ship, it was inconvenient to unload goods at the wharf in Luoyang City, so they stopped at a Small Town Wharf more than ten miles away from Luoyang.

I was used to shaking on the boat. At first, standing on the solid land, ran Yan was a little bit floating.

Because the merchant ship had to unload the cargo, ran Yunsheng asked ran Pingyu to take ran Yan and ran Meiyu to the restaurant to have a rest, while he and a shopkeeper handled the complicated matters of unloading on the wharf.

Ran Pingyu said that he would stay here for one night. If he was not tired, he could take a carriage to Luoyang City to have a look. However, ran Meiyu was as soft as noodles, and immediately said, "I don't want to go. In terms of prosperity, Luoyang can't compare with Chang'an. What's more beautiful?"Ran Yan naturally had some interest in Luoyang, a famous capital of all ages. However, he gave up the idea when he thought that there would be more than ten days of turbulence on the horse.

Anyway, Luoyang is here. If you have a chance, you can come back and have a look. You don't have to worry about yourself.

After the agreement was made, a few people made a hasty meal and went to the biggest Inn in the town to sleep.

Ran Yan soon fell into a deep sleep when he touched the pillow. He had been to seven or eight places a week before and was not so tired as now.

Sleepy to the next time, ran Yan has not yet collapsed, night green in her ear gently called, "lady, lady?"

"Well?" Ran Yan slightly frowned, vaguely asked, "what's the matter?"

"Dr. Liu has come to see you." Late greenlight.

Ran Yan opened his eyes and sat up. After a while, he asked, "Doctor Liu? Which Doctor Liu? "

The evening Green saw ran Yan Xing, and no longer restrained her voice. She said with a smile, "the lady is confused. What Doctor Liu can there be? Of course, it's the Xiao family, Liu Qingsong and Dr. Liu. "

"Liu Qingsong? Didn't he go to Chang'an with Xiao Song? " Ran Yan Yao's socks came down from the couch and washed his face with water in the basin.

Night green quickly to help her wipe well, Ge Lan quickly help her put on clothes, combed a simple bun.

"Night greenway," said Xiao Langjun worried about your arm injury, but also dizzy boat, guessed that we will turn in Luoyang, so he sent Doctor Liu to wait for you here. "

Although Xiao Song was a little sour about the fact that Liu Qingsong and ran Yan knew the poem Guan Shanyue, he still trusted Liu Qingsong, so he sent Liu Qingsong to take care of Ran Yan's injury.

After a simple arrangement, evening green invited Liu Qingsong to come.

Ge Lan puts down the curtain in the house, and ran Yan sits down on the mat outside the curtain.

But for a moment, Liu Qingsong came in with a big thought on his back. He was still as tall as a bamboo pole, but he looked more fleshy on his face. It seemed that he was separated from Xiao Song. His life was very moist.

"What about the lady's arm?" Liu Qingsong put down the box, took out a cushion from it, put it on the lid of the box, and sat on it.

"Not bad." Ran Yan stroked the tightly packed arm and said, "in more than ten days, we can dismantle it."

"That seems to heal well." Liu Qingsong thought that Xiao Song's sending him to Beijing was superfluous, but since he came, he couldn't do nothing. "Jiulang is anxious to return to Beijing to report his work, otherwise you will see him today."

Ran Yan nodded with an expression.

Liu Qingsong helped his forehead. No matter whether he was male or female, ran Yan's ability was undoubtedly admirable. However, as far as the feelings between men and women were concerned, he couldn't understand why Xiao Song fell in love with such a woman who was so insincere and had no amorous feelings? Liu Qingsong likes all beauties, but as for ran Yan, he seems to think that he can only grow well.

After three or two sentences about the main business of Xiaosong school, Liu Qingsong gathered together and started his favorite gossip business. "You know that pharmacist Su very well, right?"

Ran Yan hesitated for a moment and cast a puzzled look. She felt that Xiao Song was not the kind of person who did not cover up his mouth, but why did Liu Qingsong know?

Seeing her doubts, Liu Qingsong can't help but say, "common tongue chewing is called 38, and only thinking with high intelligence quotient can be called eight trigrams. Jiulang and I played together in open crotch pants. Naturally, I can guess what kind of temperament he is. The last time Dr. Su appeared in yingmei'an is not a secret thing. Jiulang can suppress this matter, which shows that he really puts you in his heart Inside But... "

Liu Qingsong moved forward again, hooked his neck and asked in a low voice, "in fact, is it su pharmacist that you like?"

This words a, ran Yan and night green song blue three people all frown, Liu Qingsong dry cough a few voice way, "don't say just."

Ran Yan has always said little. Liu Qingsong, who can think of gossip even when he sees two ants climbing out of the nest, can't find anything interesting about her. After asking for a long time, he gradually feels bored, so he takes up his big medicine box and says goodbye with three shudders.

Not long after he left the house with his forefeet, he said, "madam, the Doctor Liu is very unruly

"A poor man, too." Ran Yan's quiet and gentle voice came out of the house. Liu Qingsong heard this sentence and stopped his steps involuntarily.

She said, "I don't want to face the reality, so I imagine those stories all day long. I feel like I'm just playing a story. When the performance is over or I wake up from my dream, I can return to the reality he wants to return to..."

In fact, ran Yan never thought about it like this.

Night green and song blue listen to the confusion, outside the house Liu Qingsong face two lines of clear tears suddenly fall.

In the past ten years, Liu Qingsong has never been sober from his original freshness to his later self deception. For Liu Qingsong, who loves his family and has a warm family, he can't accept coming to the Tang Dynasty.

This kind of loneliness and hesitation, in a different world, not everyone can bear. Over the years, he has been immersed in the story and can not extricate himself. As ran Yan said, he yearns to open his eyes one day and find himself still lying on his Simmons bed.Liu Qingsong's room was desolate, and a loud bang in the front hall of the inn scared him to death.

Ran Yan and others in the house were also scared. The late greenway said, "I'll take a look." (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to start（ qidian.com ）Your support is my biggest motivation to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. )

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