PNB Chapter 423: Write a prescription for Zheng Ge and prepare to return to Xianyang.
Chapter 423: Write a prescription for Zheng Ge and prepare to return to Xianyang.
Ying Zheng glanced at Qi Pan and saw that she was studying something alone, so he stopped disturbing her.
He then sat around the table on the other side with Feng Quji, Li Si and Meng Tian, talking in low voices.
Qi Pan didn't listen either. She was writing to Zheng Ge about how to remove toxins and regulate his body.
After all, Brother Zheng had taken a poison pill, and there were a lot of toxins left in his body from the pill.
If these toxins are not completely eliminated, they will greatly affect his physical health and lifespan.
She doesn't want Zheng Ge to die at the age of forty-nine.
If possible, she hopes Zheng Ge can live longer.
It is best to live a long life.
Whether it is this Qin or that Qin, they can conquer all the overseas countries.
Unify the world!
This is her greatest expectation for Brother Zheng!
After finishing writing the prescription, Qi Pan put down his pen and looked towards where Ying Zheng was.
At this time, Ying Zheng was still whispering something with Feng Quji, Li Si, and Meng Tian.
Noticing Qi Pan's gaze, Ying Zheng raised his eyes and looked over.
Seeing that Qi Pan had finished his work and was looking at them, he asked.
"Is the Immortal done with his work?"
"Ah."
Qi Pan nodded, stood up, and walked to Ying Zheng and the others with the prescription.
He reached out and handed the prescription over: "Brother Zheng, this is for you."
Oh? ? ?
For him???
Ying Zheng reached out to take it and saw that it was written in the small seal script of the Qin Dynasty. The handwriting looked somewhat familiar.
"Immortal, what is this......?"
Qi Pan said, "This is a prescription for you to remove toxins from your body. When you return to Xianyang, have someone look at it."
"If you feel there is no problem, take the medicine according to the prescription."
"Okay, thank you, Immortal!"
At present, Ying Zheng did not fully believe what Qi Pan said about Xu Fu.
Everything remains to be verified.
But this recipe...can be put away for now and let Xia Wuqie take a look at it when I get back.
Qi Pan didn't say anything else. He just nodded and turned to leave the tent.
Eleven and Twelve quickly followed.
In the tent, Feng Quji, Li Si and Meng Tian were staring curiously at the cloth in Ying Zheng's hand.
Li Si asked doubtfully, "Your Majesty, I wonder what is written on this prescription?"
"Yes, is the font used by the immortals very different from that of our Great Qin?"
Meng Tian also asked curiously.
Looking at the three people staring at the cloth in his hand curiously, Ying Zheng said with amusement.
"The prescription written by the immortal contains herbs and milk."
"The font used...is not much different from that of my Great Qin."
Ah? ?
Herbs? Milk???
It is normal to have herbs to remove toxins from the body, but milk...? ?
Does milk have the function of removing toxins?
The font used by the immortal is the same as that of the Great Qin? ?
Li Si: "Your Majesty, can you show me?"
Feng Quji and Meng Tian also have starry eyes.
They were also curious about the immortal's handwriting.
Although it is the same as their Great Qin, it was written by an immortal after all, so it always feels a little different.
I'll feel itchy if I don't take a look.
"Well, I'll show you."
Ying Zheng handed the cloth in his hand to Li Si, who took it with both hands respectfully.
Feng Quji and Meng Tian also stretched their heads forward.
"Hiss.....this font, why does it look familiar..."
The more Li Si looked at it, the more strange it seemed.
Meng Tian looked at the words on it and spoke frankly.
"It looks very familiar. It looks very much like your Majesty."
Ok? ? ?
Very similar to your Majesty???
Feng Quji, Li Si and Meng Tian immediately looked up at Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng: “..........”
"Why are you looking at me? I don't know."
Feng Quji said, "Maybe it was during the time of the other Qin Dynasty that that emperor taught him?"
They all knew that the immortal had been to another Great Qin and was originally going to go back there this time.
It was just an unexpected incident that caused it to fall here.
But I didn't expect that this immortal and the Emperor of Qin had such a special relationship.
They knew His Majesty's character very well and it was impossible for him to personally teach someone to write.
This is a treatment that even the eldest son Fusu did not have.
However...when they thought of the magical objects and methods that Qi Pan had hoped for, they could understand it.
This immortal is not an ordinary person, how can we use common sense to infer him?
Qi Pan did not return to the tent arranged for her by Ying Zheng, but walked slowly in the camp.
By this time, the sky had already turned completely dark.
There were fire pots lit everywhere in the camp, and well-trained soldiers were carrying things and loading them onto trucks.
There were people walking back and forth everywhere, and there were also people on night duty, standing motionless in the darkness.
Although those soldiers were curious about Qi Pan, they were iron-blooded men of the Qin Army after all, and military discipline was above all else!
They didn't dare to stare at Qi Pan casually, and only glanced at him furtively when passing by.
Then he quickly looked away.
They still remember clearly what they saw during the day!
A fairy suddenly appeared in the air, called Your Majesty "brother" when she saw him, and asked Your Majesty to save her.
More importantly, His Majesty really went to rescue them!
This person was dressed strangely, and the box he carried and the things on his body that flashed and talked were also very weird.
And they heard clearly what she said at the altar.
The awe for Qi Pan was even greater.
She was also afraid that she would treat them like she treated those Confucian scholars and alchemists, chopping off their fingers and beating them with military sticks at any time.
Those Confucian scholars and alchemists deserve it.
They had long disliked them, but they did not dare to do anything to them without the order of His Majesty.
When giving those Confucian scholars and alchemists the marching sticks today, they had made special estimates.
The force of the beating may seem to be just a flesh wound, but in fact it is extremely painful.
Even if he lay down on the carriage and was bumpy all the way back to Xianyang, he would not die.
At most, life is worse than death.
Hehe, who dared them to disrespect His Majesty? We dare not do it openly, but we can still do it secretly.
Walk to a more secluded place and look up at the sky.
A crescent moon hangs in the dark night sky.
There are a few stars dotted around, twinkling.
The night sky further away looks like a galaxy scattered with diamonds.
The night scene was extremely beautiful, just like the scenery she saw in the inn when she first arrived in Daqin.
I don’t know how my brother is doing?
More than half a year has passed. How has Daqin developed?
Eleven and Twelve stood not far from Qi Pan, watching her staring blankly at the sky. They turned their heads in confusion and looked at each other.
11: What happened to the immortal?
12: I don’t know. Are you hungry?
After looking for a while, Qipan turned around and walked back to the tent.
Seeing Zhao Gao at the door of the tent, Qi Pan asked: "What are you doing here?"
Zhao Gao, who had been waiting here for a long time, spoke quickly.
"My Lord, His Majesty has ordered me to send you two sets of clean robes."
"They were a little too wide originally, but they were expedited and modified. When we pass through the county in two days, I'll have someone buy you a few pieces that fit you."
"Please wear these two robes for now."