Chapter 190: Datang Medical Road

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Yan Yan is determined to grasp the opportunity of this Changan trip. Once she set her heart, she took the impetuousness and restlessness in her heart and worked hard to fight for herself in Datang.
On the same day, in the shadow of Mei Mei, a conversation with Liu Qingsong, let Yan Yan suddenly understand a lot of things. She doesn't like to live awkwardly. Since she is allowed to live with her memories again, she has to play with her own strengths and not let her go.
The beauty of the heart will not let me be as self-sufficient as in Suzhou. At least she will not be impulsive to continue the autopsy in the unsteady situation.
Yan Yan does not intend to change the view of the entire Datang industry on the industry, but is prepared to adopt the roundabout tactics, first use other talents to support themselves, get people's respect, and then slowly infiltrate.
However, the social status of doctors in the Tang Dynasty is not high. The drug king Sun Sizhen used to be famous and talented. Wei Zhengfeng was a master of Qi, Liang, Chen, Zhou, and Wu, and there were some omissions. He repeatedly visited Sun Sizhen, and Meng Hao and Lu Zhaolin often asked him, but Because of the arbitrariness of medicine, it is classified as "technical flow", which means that there is a person with a long skill, and Fang technology is the most unappreciated at this time.
"The name of the savage and shameful doctors of the lord and the sorrows, the teachings of the younger brothers are shorter, and the small strategies are used to find the way of the body, the technique of healing, and the sorrow and sorrow." This sentence means that no matter the ruling, all the scholars All of them are ashamed of their practice. Most of them teach their younger generations to read short and exquisite chapters, and to discuss strategies to find good ways to go. As for medical skills, they will be abandoned.
This is the ethos of the Tang Dynasty. Sun Sizhen is still in such a situation. The power of Yan Yan’s person is so small, not enough.
What does it use to prop up her fame?
The Tang Dynasty emphasizes Confucianism and respects those who can make a handful of embroidered chapters or make good poems. But these two are the weaknesses of Yan Yan, which are not enough to deal with on the spot.
I have considered the whole time for two hours, and there are not many clues.
Unconsciously, it was late, and the evening green, song blue and Xing Niang began to dress up for Yan Yan. Because it was a family feast, it was not dressed up grandly. A simple cloud-like fragrant scent, don’t have two jade jade, because The purple color is the most exquisite, so the rest of the clothes are still slightly inferior.
"Is it not a big box of clothes for my mother, go there and pick one?" Green asked Xing Niang's opinion.
Xing Niang took a moment to consider it, but she did not adopt it. She chose a piece of aqua blue silk embroidery with a silky blue silk embroidery embroidered in Suzhou. "This dress is good, and the pattern is chic. Wear this."
The two pieces of clothing that Xing Niang picked up looked a bit sultry, but it was very close to the heart, but the green did not understand. "Isn't it said that the more grandly dressed, the more respectful it is to people? How do you wear it?" This one?"
Late green is straightforward, this is her advantage. If I don't understand, I will ask, and I will never hide.
Xing Niang looked at the outside and lowered her voice. "It’s not good to say that most of the people in the family are dependent on Lang. Although Roche does not say it, she has not gone to Suzhou for many years. Obviously This is quite a bit of a remark. This is just a family feast, it does not involve face, if the mother is dressed in swaying luxury, Roche can be happy?"
Luxury is the silver of her family! Who can be happy.
Late green suddenly realized, shyly said: "The original, slaves can be well ruled."
Xing Niang nodded in recognition and said, "I know more about the rules and less losses."
Song Lan has been listening carefully. Xing Niang is the one who teaches the rules around Zheng. In Suzhou, Yan Yan is not at home. Her existence has never come in handy. After Chang’an, she knows from Xing Niang. What is the origin of everyone.
After a few people served and dressed up, they confirmed it several times.
If you can't be luxurious, you must do everything you can to make it clear that you can make a big effort on the dressing. This is good.
Just less than a moment after finishing the arrangement, the front yard came to invite people.
The waiter came to the skirt, very thin, his hair on both sides holding his eyes, thin and long face, Qi Liu's Liu Haier almost covered the slender eyes, looks like the age of sixteen or seven.
This waiter gives the first impression, it is "fine", slender figure, thin face, even eyebrows are thin, not beautiful, but the overall fit, demeanor, not bad .
"Slaves greet the fragrance, sent by the lady, come to the seventeen mothers to go to the banquet." Ying Xiang slowly owed the lower body.
"You don't have to be polite."
Yingxiang looked at Yan Yan without a trace, and retreated to the side of the road, and said: "Seventeen mothers please."
Yan Yan's tiny jaws will go forward along the small, Yingxiang has been slightly behind the face, but always in the place to turn, guide in advance.
Soon after I arrived at the place, Yan Yan came not too late, and happened to go to the entrance of the banquet hall with Yun Yunsheng. Yan Yan was behind him and walked halfway through.
In the hall, Yu Pingyu was wearing a gray robes. He had already sat on the main seat. Sitting on the table next to him, he sat on a beautiful woman who was looking forward to see her. Rao is a face of people and very If you don't pay attention, you can't help yourself. I saw her a thousand green silk combed into a gorgeous half-turned urn, decorated with a cluster of golden peony flowers, the petals are thin, but a large one, and also unparalleled exquisiteness, a face still full of life, let people see at a glance Knowing that with the appearance of Yu Pingyu, why did he give birth to such a child?
"The seventeen mother A Yan, I have seen uncle, aunt." Yan Yan owed a courtesy.
"A Yan's injury can be better?" asked Ping Pingyu with concern.
Yan Yandao: "Lao Shubo is worried, he has recovered."
Roche's lips were faintly smeared with a faint smile, not enthusiasm, and did not rudely intervene in their conversations. "The seventeen mothers don't have to pay more, please sit down."
Yan Yan said with a thank you, then went to the second position on the left hand side.
"Jiro, come and let the mother groan, how is the weight loss?" Roche saw the thinness of the clouds, can not help but feel distressed, the voice suddenly mild.
"The journey has always been like this, isn't the father also lost a circle?" Yun Yunsheng laughed.
Roche didn't look at Ping Pingyu's eyes. He said: "He's fat, and he's almost five times thinner."
Yan Pingyu coughed softly and shifted the topic: "A rhyme? Why didn't you return this time?"
When it comes to rhyme, Roche’s gaze retreats from Yun Yunsheng’s body. Some anger said:
This will know that it will run out of the sun! I went to Lin Yizhai early in the morning, but I haven’t come back yet.

Lin Yizhai is a jade shop under the name of Yu Ping. Lin Biao, refers to the exquisite jade. Someone used to describe the singularity of Wang, the beauty of the jade, the jade and the beauty, the name is very pleasing.
In the middle of the conversation, Yan Meiyu was wearing a cloud-light embroidered coat on the bird's diamond-shaped plaque, and led several acolytes to come in. She went up to the top and bowed, "I have seen uncle and aunt."
Yan Meiyu does not wear red, a little less publicity, more warmth, placed in a group of northern women, really like Jiangnan jasper.
"The beauty jade is coming, don't need more gifts, sit down."
Roche is still not salty or not.
At this moment, in addition to rhyme, the people who arrived were all together, and Ping Pingyu said: "We should use rice first, not waiting for Ayun."
Everyone naturally has no opinions. Yan Meiyu took a look at Yan Yan, seeing her describe it, and snorted indiscriminately, burying her head to eat.
The food is not spoken, and it is eaten at the table. The banquet hall is silent for a while, only the slight sound of the occasional tableware.
After dinner, the waiter licked the tea, and Roche whispered a whisper to the story of Yun Yunsheng.
From the words, Yan Yan heard that Roche had a bad impression on her, and she did not follow the mix and confessed to drinking tea. However, the beauty of the jade is mixed with water. Although Roche does not show any good feelings for the jade, he occasionally catches a sentence or two.
Xing Niang knows that she has never had a hard time, but she can only secretly rush.
In the blue heart of the song, the cup of the table corner fell to the ground.
The crisp, shredded porcelain sounds all the gaze gathered, and the song blue sneaked away the sleeves of Xing Niang and gave her a look.
After many years of cooperation, Xing Niang naturally understood her meaning in an instant, and quickly got up and said: "The old slave accidentally knocked out the porcelain enamel, and asked Lang Jun and his wife to punish."
Yan Pingyu smiled and said: "Xing Niang does not have to be like this, but it is only a cup, please sit down."
Seeing that Ping Pingyu was so polite, Roche couldn’t help but look at Xing Niang’s eyes. She saw her 50-year-old, a clean and simple dark green enamel, and her slightly white hair was meticulously meticulously described as a natural atmosphere. Please sin has not lost your temper, not as timid as the average person.
"You are... Xing Niang?" Roche couldn't recognize it. In the past few years, Xing Niang was so old.
Xing Niang moved slightly and said: "Return to Madame, it is a slave."
Roche's expression was so excited that she quickly picked up her personally and did not forget to blame Pingyu: "How can you so scorn the people around you?"
When he said that he was seated, he was stopped by Xing Niang. "Mrs. is a slave to the old slaves! How can the old slaves be slaves and dare to be with the Lord? This is not the rule."
Roche knew that the tea was so bad that she only thought that Xing Niang was dissatisfied because she was slowing down the seventeen mothers. Because of Zheng’s great grace, she naturally had to give her a few faces. Xing Niang is very disciplined, and she also knows the rules very well. Knowing how to retreat, even if she expresses dissatisfaction, it is worthy of her respect.
Yan Meiyu hated the teeth and tickles, but when she turned to Yan Yan, she clearly saw the song blue rushing her secretly and provocatively.
From the beginning to the end, Yan Yan did not care about herself, drinking tea, just when Xing Niang went out to ask for sin, sat up straight, wanted to plead, but was gently stunned by Song Blue. .
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