The First National Preceptor of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 363

Yan Hong said anxiously, "Madam, what should we do? She has already taken the medicine."

They saw Madam Chen lying on the bed, her face sallow, barely breathing.

Yan Hong immediately checked the dregs in the medicine furnace and then smelled a musty odor.

Yan Hong immediately swung the medicine jar to the ground.

"This is outrageous! Using old medicinal herbs is practically threatening people's lives!"

Chen Wenlong also woke up. He stared at the medicine jar on the ground, seemingly lost in thought.

The next morning, A-Dian invited Chen Wenlong to drink at Geshu Han's tent, but to his surprise, he couldn't find him.

Yan Hong casually replied, "My master went to Black Mountain to dig for medicinal herbs."

Ashina, who arrived later, exchanged a glance with Adian.

Black Mountain is home to black bears, and even they dare not go up the mountain. Has this guy surnamed Chen gone mad?

Meanwhile, Chen Wenlong was already in dire straits. The gold and silver jewelry he had brought from the Tang Dynasty was worthless in the Western Turkic Khaganate. The price difference between the two sides was huge. He had no choice but to secretly return to the Pamir Mountains with his wife's last gold hairpin on his person.

After all, the Congling Mountains were his territory, and he was very familiar with the shops in the area.

If Xu Tian, ​​that bastard, had discovered him at this moment, he would probably have lost his head. Chen Wenlong smeared mud on his face, pretended to be a beggar, and quickly entered the county town.

Chen Wenlong immediately went into the shop, pawned the gold hairpin for ten taels of silver, and put the silver in his pocket with delight in his eyes.

It seemed that the lady's illness was curable, but just then, the aroma of pear blossom wine wafted from the nearby wine shop. In addition to the pear blossom wine, he also smelled an even more refreshing wine fragrance.

"What kind of wine is this?"

The waiter, seeing his pale face and the faint green glint in his eyes, immediately realized that he was a long-time drunkard. However, seeing him like this, the waiter became enthusiastic.

"Sir, you have good taste. This is called Sangluo wine. It is a special wine found only on the border between the Western Turks and the Tang Dynasty. It is jade-colored, sweet on the palate, and has a long-lasting aftertaste."

It tastes sweet at first, but then an indescribable bitterness follows. It's indeed very expensive, costing five taels of silver a pot; ordinary people can't afford it.

At this moment, Chen Wenlong felt as if his bones were melting, and then he made up his mind to hand over ten taels of silver.

"Give me a bottle."

The waiter was surprised that this down-on-his-luck man still had so much money. He immediately took the money and poured him a cup of wine.

"You used to be so successful, how come you've fallen on such a lowly state?"

Chen Wenlun recalled how he used to have special people take care of his travels, unlike now. The more he looked at himself, the more miserable and destitute he felt. After drinking, he felt dizzy and immediately went into Yanxuan Pavilion.

Yanxuan Pavilion is also a place that sells wine, but the first floor is a brothel.

At this moment, a person was sitting in the brothel. When this person saw Magistrate Chen, a glint flashed in his eyes, and then he stood up.

Magistrate Chen, upon seeing Liang Shiye, felt an intense rage, wishing he could tear him limb from limb. If Liang Shiye hadn't betrayed him, how would Xu have known about his embezzlement? Thinking of this, he immediately raised his fist.