Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Jiang Shangxian instinctively felt that her mother had a new idea.

Sure enough, she regretted it by saying, "If I had known earlier, I would have carried a basket today. How much can this basket hold? Oh, if they can't eat it all, won't it be a waste?"

Jiang Shangxian stirred the stuffing and absentmindedly gave her some advice: "How about using my headscarf first?"

"Tsk, kid, you just act without thinking."

Jiang's mother refused directly, looking at her like she was stupid: "How many buns can that hold?"

She felt a little melancholy. Her daughter seemed to be preoccupied today. She was absent-minded when chatting. How boring would it be to chat alone?

In the cafeteria, Jiang's mother, Huang Niangzi and Xu Niangzi were making pies and dumplings together. Jiang Shangxian was slowly stirring the red beans in the pot. The water had been boiled dry three times, and the red beans had already been boiled until the skins broke and each bean was soft. After stirring a few times, it became a paste, and now it was time to add lard and sugar.

This time she added malt sugar. It always felt strange to add sucrose to red bean paste buns. And she didn't like things that were too sweet, so she put less malt sugar in them. The red bean paste filling was made into buns and steamed. When you take a bite of it, you will find the soft and glutinous red bean paste inside the soft bun skin, which is oily and fluid. Red bean paste buns cannot be too dry. If they are too dry, they will not taste good and will make you choke.

At the same time, in Cui Bianxu's courtyard, Ding Yuan and Ning Yuye were having a sarcastic academic dispute with the Doctor of Medicine and the Doctor of Curses from the Imperial Medical Bureau.

Doctor Zeng Yuanqing lowered his eyes, holding a medical book in his hand, looking for something. He was completely dismissive of the method proposed by Ding Yuan and Ning Yuye, and was unwilling to even raise his head: "How can such underworld methods be used on Cui Shaoqing? It's ridiculous. If you have nothing to do, don't stay here..."

"What kind of underworld tricks are these? You must have become stupid from reading all those medical books! This man has been in a coma for such a long time, and you are still here studying the Yellow Emperor's Classic? By the time you figure it out, the people from the Qinghe Cui family who are in charge of the funeral will probably have arrived in Chang'an!" Ning Yuye was so angry that he was blowing his beard and glaring, and jumping up and down. His tone was fast and crackling, and the sparse hair on his forehead stood up, shaking like its owner.

He already had a feud with the Imperial Medical Bureau, and now these two incompetent bastards dared to chase him away. It was truly ridiculous. This was the Dali Temple! Not the Imperial Medical Bureau! Why should he leave?

"May I ask if you two doctors have any way to wake up Cui Shaoqing? If so, we naturally dare not say a word. If not, it would be okay for me to try the method of the Dali Temple." Ding Yuan was a young man with almost no qualifications. Logically speaking, he had no qualifications to speak at this time. However, Ding Yuan's personality was a little abstract. He had a dead face and stared at Cui Bianxu, whose face had begun to turn blue, with some regret.

Noticing that his palms were itchy, he clenched his fists calmly.

Such a high-ranking official, normally he really wouldn't have the chance to...

"Give it a try? If you fail, you two will surrender your heads to the Cui family? If so, we will leave immediately and will not keep you any longer!" Doctor Zhou Buzhi of Curse Forbidden is a middle-aged man who looks particularly wild. His beard is so thick that it is intimidating. His attitude towards life can be seen from the fact that he combs his beard neatly like a broom and even braids it with coral beads.

Ning Yuye really wanted to stiffen his neck, raise his head, and say in a resounding voice that he would take the responsibility, but he didn't dare.

He glanced at Ding Yuan: You go ahead, kid.

Ding Yuan looked at the tip of his nose and kept his mouth tightly shut. He was not stupid, and even if he wanted to be tough, he had to see if his life was tough enough!

Neither of them was completely sure about this method. If Cui Bianxu died in his hands, the Cui family would probably have to water the ant holes next to his ancestral grave three times before digging out and whipping the corpse!

Zeng Yuanqing: "Hmph~"

Zhou Buzhi: “Humph!”

Ning Yuye, who refused to admit defeat, said: "Humph!"

When Wang Mingqian came over with big strides and a murderous look on his face, he saw two assistants from the Imperial Medical Bureau squatting in the corridor, decocting some medicine that might be of some use or not. The four people inside were as silent as if they were visiting a grave.

He only had time to glance at them before rushing over to Cui Bianxu to check on him. He was furious upon seeing him. "Why is it getting worse? What on earth are you doing here?!"

The one who couldn't keep up with him was Zhao Shan, who insisted on fishing by breaking the ice in the mansion in such a cold weather. Zhao Shan, who had just received the news, had just stepped into the door with his clothes lifted when he heard these words. His legs immediately went weak and he almost tripped. Fortunately, he quickly grabbed the door frame with his hands.

Wang Leisheng, who was behind him, wanted to help him, but his legs and hands were weak and shaking, and they both almost fell to the ground together.

When Zhao Shan and Wang Leisheng crawled to Cui Bianxu's side, they took a look and Zhao Shan's lips trembled: "Hey, hey, how did you get hurt..."

He choked and couldn't say anything, trembling with both hands and feet, he climbed onto the bed. Wang Mingqian, who usually looked gentle and cold, was so angry that his veins jumped out: "Zhao Xingcheng, what are you doing!"

It's such a late hour and you're still making trouble!

Zhao Shan ignored him completely and climbed up by himself. He grabbed Cui Bianxu's butt to look at the wound on his waist. There was no blood on the wound, and even normal scratches could not be seen.

Normally, a scratch left by a cat should be a red arc-shaped scar with pointed ends, but Cui Bianxu now had a shocking black scar on his lower back that was as thick as his index finger. The scar was densely covered with black hair and was about as long as a fingernail.

The skin and flesh around the wound had changed color, leaving a dark purple, cloud-like mark like corpse spots.

Even if Wang Leisheng wanted to minimize his presence, he couldn't help but exclaim. After bringing Cui Bianxu back last night, he was busy asking people everywhere, including the medical doctor and Liu Qing. After Liu Dewei came, he went to interrogate Qingxuan together. It was not until now that he had time to come and see him.

No matter how hard he tried to think, he couldn't figure out how the wound had grown into such a horrific state in such a short period of time.

Cui Bianxu has become like this, so even if Liu Dewei is woken up in the middle of a sleep, he has to get up. He is also afraid. He can't let this guy get into trouble under his hands!

"Treat him! You guys should treat him! Just sit there and watch him, watch him..." Zhao Shan choked up and sobbed as if he couldn't breathe.

Wang Mingqian rubbed his head and tried his best to ignore his annoying crying. Let him cry. If he could make Cui Yi cry, it would be his achievement!

"What kind of poison do you think he was poisoned by?" He definitely didn't look like someone who was simply injured. With Cui Bianxu's physique like a wild bull, he would still stand there and get angry even if he was hit with a knife. How could he have fallen into such a state where he was unconscious and didn't know whether he was dead or alive?