Chapter 3: Treating diseases also requires risking your life ()

"Master Feng, you have thought about it. It's no joke to go to treat Prince Pingxi." Although Feng Xiang was dragged to the foot of Wuhua Mountain, Feng Xiang was about to go to negotiate with the guards of Prince Pingxi's Mansion. Xiao Erlang, who was quite loyal to the Lu family, grabbed Feng Xiang's sleeve and said nervously: "Master Feng, it's better to cure Prince Pingxi's illness. If it can't be cured, the consequences will be unimaginable. If it is dismissed, I'm afraid it's still good. If it's not done well, I'll have to lose my head! Master Feng, do you know this?"

"Of course I know this." Feng Xiang, who was nicknamed Feng Gaogao in college, was not nervous at all and said calmly: "But if I don't take this risk, I will probably be the fate of a seventh-rank county magistrate at most. Life, death, honor and disgrace are all decided by others. If you want to make a name, at least you have to make a name first, leave an impression on those princes and powerful people, and then you can have hope if you want to realize your life ambitions."

"But Mr. Feng, you are joking about your own life!" Xiao Erlang was also anxious and advised: "Mr. Feng, why don't we take this risk. Wait until Prince Pingxi is better before going to see him, and then go to Qujing to serve as the magistrate. Even if he is a little smaller, he can still scrape the land and make money. Even if he makes less, it will be better than the heads of the people! Mr. Feng, you know that Prince Pingxi has killed countless people in his life. Killing us is as easy as killing an ant!"

"Yes, young master, it's better not to take this risk." The other servants of the Lu family followed suit and persuaded them. They also hoped to follow Feng Xiang to Qujing County to take advantage of the tiger's power to catch oil, but they didn't want to see Feng Xiang, the backer, fall down like this. But no matter how these servants really dissuaded them, Feng Xiang just refused to listen, and just insisted on saying: "You don't understand, my starting point is so deep. If you don't gamble this, even if you become the magistrate of Qujing in the future, you won't have a good life."

After pushing Erlang and his servants away, Feng Xiang strode to the intersection of Shangshan Road at the foot of Wuhua Mountain. It was a coincidence that the leader of the guard who was on duty at the intersection today happened to have received Feng Xiang Yinzi's guard captain yesterday, so before Feng Xiang could speak, the captain of the guard took the initiative to say: "Mr. Lu, I'm really sorry, you have to go for a waste today. The prince's condition has worsened today. Even the governor of Yunnan and the admiral were rejected for their requests. You can wait a few more days when you go back."

"General Chen, the Xiaguan is not here to pay homage to Prince Pingxi today." Feng Xiang shook his head and said in a deep voice: "I'm sorry General Chen sent someone to report to Prince Pingxi, and said that the Xiaguan is here to treat him today. The Xiaguan has a dose of magic medicine. As long as Prince Pingxi is willing to use this medicine, the medicine will definitely cure the disease and the metal body will be cured!"

"You are here to treat the prince?" The captain of the guard surnamed Chen was also startled, and looked around and lowered his voice and said to Feng Xiang: "Mr. Lu, this matter is not only for your own good. In addition to being in poor health these days, the prince also has a bad temper. Last night, he also killed a servant from the prince's mansion. If you can't cure the prince's illness after speaking, not only will your head not be able to be protected, but I will also be implicated with you!"

"Please rest assured General Chen, Xiaguan is only twenty-five years old, and he is still young, and he can't bear to die." Feng Xiang smiled and said, "So General Chen, just pass the message. Xiaguan will not joke with his head."

"Really? Lord Lu, aren't you kidding?" The guard captain looked up and down suspiciously. Although Feng Xiang's white and fat face was full of a kind smile, his eyes were very firm in his black and white eyes, and he seemed to be confident. Feng Xiang smiled and replied, "Of course, the lower official is not kidding. General Chen just informed the lower official. If the lower official cures the prince's illness, the general can also share the credit, right?" As he said that, Feng Xiang took out ten taels of silver from his sleeve and stuffed it into the hand of the guard captain.

"Then... well, I'll report it to you." The guard captain gritted his teeth and made up his mind, and added: "But I said that in front of you, if you can't cure Prince Pingxi's illness, the prince cuts you in anger, and I can't save you. Don't come to me if you become a ghost."

"That's more, of course." Feng Xiang laughed and agreed. The guard captain gritted his teeth again, and then explained the errand guard's errand to the intersection of the mountain, and ran to Wuhua Mountain to report it himself. However, after Feng Xiang waited at the foot of the mountain for half an hour, the guard captain went down the mountain dejectedly again and said to Feng Xiang: "My Lord Lu, it's not brother that I won't help you, but the second prince told you to get out quickly."

"The Second Prince told me to get out, why?" Feng Xiang was a little confused. In Feng Xiang's memory, although Wu Sangui's second son Wu Yingqi was mediocre, Wu Sangui's loyalty and filial piety was absolutely unspeakable. Even when Wu Sangui claimed to be the Emperor of Great Zhou, he passed the throne to the eldest grandson Wu Shifan. Wu Yingqi did not complain at all, but continued to loyally assist his nephew and insisted on the fight against the Qing Dynasty until the last moment, he volunteered to treat Wu Sangui. Why did Wu Yingqi tell himself to get out? In a puzzled manner, Feng Xiang hurriedly asked: "General Chen, why didn't the Second Prince ask me to treat King Pingxi? Is he not convinced that I could cure Prince Pingxi's illness?"

"It should be." The guard captain nodded and said, "I arrived at the gate of the royal palace and asked the guards at the gate of the royal palace to send them into the palace. Not long after, the second prince came out of the palace angrily and said, "Master, you should get out quickly, don't be ugly and behave here, so as not to harm him by Prince Pingxi again. Also, looking at the second prince's appearance, he seemed very angry."

"Hi! Wu Sangui, an old traitor, is really a big shot!" Feng Xiang felt helpless. It didn't matter if he couldn't see Wu Sangui, but if he didn't seize this opportunity to show his face in front of Wu Sangui, leaving a deep impression on Wu Sangui, and then gaining Wu Sangui's respect and trust, then with Lu Yifeng's background, family background and connections, it would be a fool to realize his ideals and ambitions. What's more serious is that it is the sixth year of Kangxi in the Qing Dynasty. Oboi will fall within two years, and Wu Sangui will raise an army to fight against the Qing Dynasty within six years. At that time, how much role can he play in the magnificent struggle against the Qing Dynasty?

"Don't worry, you must not miss the opportunity. If you miss this village, you will not have this shop." In a hurry, Feng Xiang had an idea again and asked for paper and pen from his servants. He wrote sixteen words on the letter paper - 'The disease of the Western King lies in the heart. If you want to get rid of the disease, you must first treat the heart.' At the end, Feng Xiang put the letter paper into the envelope and put it in front of the guard team leader with thirty taels of silver, and whispered: "General Chen, please report it again. Give me a report to the second prince or the Prince Pingxi. If they read the pulse case I wrote and want to drive me away, then I will leave immediately, without any words."

"This..." The guard captain was a little embarrassed, but for Feng Xiang's confident confidence and thirty taels of white money, the guard captain gritted his teeth and took the envelope and said, "Okay, I'll be scolded and helped you run for a while, but this is the last time. If the prince and the second prince still refuse to let you go up the mountain, then don't make me embarrassed anymore."

"That's natural." Feng Xiang smiled and nodded, but Xiao Erlang next to him was a little embarrassed. Taking advantage of the opportunity of the guard captain going up the mountain to report, he couldn't help but pull Feng Xiang's sleeve and whispered: "Mr. Feng, is it? In order to ask him to send a letter, he actually gave him thirty taels of silver? How much land should we scrape in Qujing to get back these thirty taels of silver?"

"You don't understand this again." Feng Xiang replied with a treacherous smile: "As long as he can deliver the letter to the King of Pingxi, my fifty taels of silver will be equivalent to 5,000 taels of silver. Nowadays, there are many people who can't find the temple gate to worship gods with pig heads. We are lucky and can spend a small amount of money to do big things, which is already quite good." Erlang and other servants looked at each other, and they really didn't understand what their young master was thinking, but they had no choice but to go with Feng Xiang.

The captain of the guard surnamed Chen went up the mountain for a long time this time. Feng Xiang and others waited at the foot of the mountain for almost an hour, but they still didn't see him coming down the mountain to give a reply. Feng Xiang was still a little patient, and Erlang and other servants couldn't sit still. They kept standing up and watching the mountain, for fear that a team of people would suddenly rush down the mountain and capture Lu Yifeng, the false god who was cheating, and then chopped up the mountain with a knife. What made Erlang and other servants breathed a sigh of relief was that they passed again.

After a while, the guard captain finally led a thin and dry old man down. The old man was about fifty or sixty years old, with a white braid, wrinkled face, and a dry tobacco gun thicker than his wrist. He was wearing a robe that ordinary Confucian scholars often wore. It didn't seem like he had an official position, but the guard captain was extremely respectful to him. Other guards stood attentively saluted him, and typical of them looked quite good.

"That one is Lord Lu Yifeng from Dali Prefecture?" The old man looked at Feng Xiang and his party and asked. Feng Xiang hurriedly stepped forward, bowed to the old man and said, "When he came back, the old man is Lu Yifeng, the magistrate of Qujing. I dare to ask the old man and his name."

"Mr. Lu, this is Mr. Liu Xuanchu and Liu." The guard captain rushed to say, "Mr. Liu is the number one aide under the prince's tent and is deeply trusted by the prince. Why don't you kowtow quickly?"

"Liu Xuanchu?!" Feng Xiang was a little surprised. Although Feng Xiang, who is quite fond of history, he also saw Liu Xuanchu's name in history books. He knew that although this old man did not hold an official position, he was very good at both internal politics and strategy and tactics. He was one of Wu Sangui's most important counselors. At the same time, Liu Xuanchu was also the one with the most firm stance of anti-Qing and restoring Ming among all the people under Wu Sangui. He thought he should be in line with his ambitions. In addition, Feng Xiang respected Liu Xuanchu as an old man and an ancient man, so he hurriedly knelt down with twenty or thirty servants and kowtowed and said, "My younger generation, Lu Yifeng, lead his servants to pay homage to Mr. Liu Xuanchu, and Mr. Jin'an."

"It's okay, it's okay, Lord Lu, please get up quickly." Liu Xuanchu obviously had no airs, so he personally helped Feng Xiang up and down, looked Feng Xiang up and down, and nodded and said, "Yes, it's true that he is a young hero. Lord Lu is so young that I am a little surprised. I thought that the root of the prince's illness should be at least a middle-aged scholar in his thirties or forties. He never thought that Lord Lu was still so young. It's true that people should not behave like a person, and the sea water should not be measured."

"Mr. Liu has been awarded too much, and it is just a coincidence." Feng Xiang asked hypocritically, "Mr. Liu, I wonder if Prince Pingxi agreed to meet him once and ask him to take his pulse and treat him?"

"If the prince doesn't want to meet you, I will not go down the mountain to greet you in person." Liu Xuanchu laughed, pulled Feng Xiang's hand, and greeted: "Please please, Lord Lu, I will take you to see the prince yourself." Feng Xiang was overjoyed and hurriedly left Erlang and other servants to wait at the foot of the mountain. He followed Liu Xuanchu up the mountain to pay homage to the old traitor Wu Sangui who was so famous that he could kill half of the city's people - it was really not easy!

The way up the mountain was not smooth. When he was about to reach the middle of the mountain, Liu Xuanchu suddenly stopped and looked at Feng Xiang squintly and asked, "Mr. Lu, I have something to ask you, I hope you must answer truthfully."
Chapter completed!