Yang Ling often heard a sentence in operas, "The Meridian Gate is beheaded" and was shocked when he heard Hongzhi's breathless words. In fact, the Meridian Gate is the main gate of the imperial court outside the palace and also the place where the imperial court held important ceremonies. The imperial court never executed criminals outside the Meridian Gate. However, this does not mean that people cannot be killed in this place, because this place is also the place where the imperial court used a court stick. I don't know how many people will die in the past and future under the court stick, and they were all beaten to death alive, which is much more miserable than the murder of Caishikou.

Yang Ling and Gu Dayong were handed over by eunuchs to the palace guards and tied up outside the Meridian Gate. There were already a large group of people standing outside the Meridian Gate. A private eunuch sitting at the top of the upper head. Thirty little eunuchs stood on the left behind, and thirty Jinyiwei stood on the right. In front were fifty prisoners holding red painted wooden sticks. Looking at the posture was really scary, even Yang Ling was a little scared.

Seeing the eunuch's appearance from afar, Gu Dayong couldn't help but look like a slut. He said in a crying voice: "It's bad, it's the eunuch Fan Ting, the chief eunuch Fan of the Sili Supervisor. Lord Yang, we are afraid we will find it difficult to survive today."

Yang Ling asked, "Fan Ting? Is he very powerful?"

Gu Dayong trembled and said, "Eunuch Fan is the second-rate under Eunuch Yue, the chief eunuch Wang, the chief eunuch Yue. He is in charge of the East Factory. He has always been the most ruthless. Now we're done, you see, the rules in the palace. If the father-in-law who is in charge of the punishment is pulled inward, he will have to die. Thirty boards are enough to beat the person to death."

Yang Ling was browsing when he heard this. When he heard that it was the governor of the Dongchang Factory, he suddenly felt a little hope in his heart. He was the person sent by Dongchang and Jinyiwei to the prince. I hope that this factory nobleman would not forget his affairs and still remember who he was. When he fought, he might show mercy.

The two were taken to Fan Ting, and saw a man lying on the ground, wrapped in linen, his body was tightly wrapped in linen, and his head and shoulders were exposed, and he couldn't move. Seeing the two coming, the man smiled bitterly: "Mr. Yang, Eunuch Gu, are you here too?"

Gu Dayong couldn't help but be shocked and angry when he saw it was him. He screamed: "Qian Ning, did you report it to the emperor?"

Qian Ning lay there straight like a mummy. He stammered his neck and rolled his eyes at Gu Dayong, and smiled helplessly, "If it were me who reported it, would I still lie here?"

He said bitterly: "On the Hou Mansion of Shouning, my subordinate accidentally dropped a waist card, but the three Dharma officials followed the clues and caught me out."

The little eunuch standing next to him shouted loudly: "Shut up, prisoners are not allowed to make noise!"

After a moment, Liu Jin, Ma Yongcheng and others were also taken outside the Meridian Gate with a look of earth. Fan Ting slowly stood up. The eunuch next to him took a vermilion plate wrapped in yellow silk. Fan Ting took the edict from the plate and read out the emperor's decree loudly: "The emperor is in charge of heaven, and the edict says: Yang Ling." He paused when he read this name, glanced at Yang Ling quickly, and saw that he was also looking at himself with a straightforward smile, and couldn't help but show a smile that was not easy to be noticed.

Fan Ting continued to recite the names of ten people one by one, proclaimed the imperial edict, and waved his hands. Several people were pressed to the ground in one stroke. Each of them was wrapped in a piece of linen and could not move, and their feet were tied with ropes. Yang Ling saw that he had just pulled off his coat and did not have his butt naked, so he felt relieved.

Qian Ning lay beside him and whispered: "Don't worry, the lieutenant who executed the execution was all from my subordinates. He would not be able to beat him in real life, but the last fall would not be fake. Just hold your breath and hold back."

Yang Ling said nervously: "Thank you, Brother Qian, for your advice. It was the first time I was really a little nervous."

He lay there and raised his head and looked at Fan Ting with great difficulty, wanting to see if his toes were external or internal. Unexpectedly, from the gaps between the legs of several executioners, he only saw Fan Ting holding a teacup and looking up at the sky, his legs crossed, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

He went to see Gu Dayong and the others in a blink of an eye, but saw that a few people were staring at each other. These people knew the rules of beating people in the palace, so it was a bit inexplicable to see Fan Ting not follow the routine today.

A little eunuch came to Fan Ting, listened to his instructions, and then straightened his waist and shouted, "Execution!" Ten small flag officials of the Jinyiwei walked behind Yang Ling and the others with wooden sticks in their hands, raised the stick high, shouted loudly, and pulled it down with one stick.

The stick sounded coldly and looked terrifying, but when the stick was thrust on the butt, Yang Ling felt it was so spicy that it didn't feel much pain. He was wondering, and suddenly heard the cracks and the mountain collapse beside him screaming. It was really tears when those who heard it, and those who saw it were sad.

Yang Ling was startled and turned his head to look at Qian Ning. Seeing him grinning, twisting his face, and screaming like a pig killer, but when he looked at him, he saw him winking at himself secretly, with his eyes extremely cunning. Yang Ling suddenly realized and screamed loudly.

Ten Xiaoqi beat three sticks by one and then retreated. The eunuch who ordered the order shouted majestic again: "Ship to the Round!" When the fifty soldiers heard this, five people lined up in a group of swinging sticks and took turns to take the stick to the torture. They shouted the trumpet, shouted "Test" and hit it with one stick, and then another person shouted "Test with heart" and another stick. Although Yang Ling felt that the soldier seemed to show mercy, except for the three sticks that had just started by Xiaoqi, he was very slight and was somewhat painful now, so the screams were half true and half false, and it was not entirely fake.

He heard Gu Dayong and others shouting next to him, and he also said that these people had been home from being pretentious, but when he turned his head, Luo Xiang, who was next to him on the left, grabbed the ground with his head, and screamed with a stick. His body, which was tightly wrapped in linen, twisted and twitched like a maggot, with tears flowing from his face so much that he couldn't help but be frightened: "It seems that they are not treating themselves, they are really being beaten."

He looked up at Fan Ting, and saw Eunuch Fan raising his glass to drink, his expression leisurely and contented. His legs crossed were still shaking gently, but he couldn't even look at him. Yang Ling was secretly glad that it seemed that Fan Ting remembered who he was. If he hadn't ordered, he would have been killed after taking these thirty sticks.

After the thirty rods were beaten, the soldiers abandoned the wooden stick, lifted the four corners of the linen tied to their bodies, and raised it up with a shout. Yang Ling saw Qian Ning's eyes wide and closed his breathing, and did not dare to neglect it at the moment, so he took a deep breath. The four soldiers exerted their strength together, shouted, swung the person high, and threw it to the ground with a "bang".

This time, Yang Ling's eyes turned black and almost broke. He endured the severe pain and lay on the ground for a while and couldn't breathe. It took him a long time to wake up with a slight breath. He heard a few moans on both sides and left. He took a look. Gao Feng and Luo Xiang and others had pale faces, and their white clothes were blood red, and they had already fainted.

Fan Ting stood up slowly, shook his sleeves and said, "The execution is over. Our family is going to go back to the palace to reply to the imperial edict. Let's go!" Fan Ting led a group of Jinyiwei who were executed to leave, leaving only ten people lying outside the Meridian Gate and unable to move.

After a long time, several eunuchs from the East Palace came out to help Liu Jin and others up. Qian Ning, who had been lying there, took advantage of the opportunity to turn over and sit up. Gu Dayong and others were beaten so weak that they were powerless to greet them. They were dragged back to the palace by several eunuchs.

Qian Ning took out two small bottles from his arms, threw them to Yang Ling, and said, "Drink them all, this is the best golden sore medicine, and it is guaranteed that it will not lead to the disease."

Yang Ling sat up with difficulty. Although the Jinyiwei was merciless, the group of Jinyiwei still felt a lot of pain after thirty sticks. It was probably that his butt would not only be swollen, but also must be broken.

Qian Ning's men rushed over to help him and Yang Ling up, and helped him out for a long time, moving his bloodlines. The two of them felt numb and pain, so they called the carriage to help them up. Qian Ning was prepared when he came to the torture. The carriage was covered with thick cushions, and there was a doctor of the Jinyiwei who was waiting in the carriage. He immediately took off his pants and put them on sores.

The two of them lay there shoulder-to-shoulder and shoulder-to-shoulder, and Qian Ning said, "Sir Yang, I'll take you home first, and then go back to recuperate. Oh, be gentle, this butt hurts so much."

Qian Ning ordered the doctor and asked again: "Mr. Yang, my subordinates lost their waist cards and were found by someone to the Jinyiwei. Grandma, Shouning Hou is indeed very aware. My grand Jinyiwei was in charge of the Qianhu, beat a small servant of his family, and actually asked for imperial edicts and a court stick. However, I didn't reveal a word about the prince's departure from the palace. Why were you taken out and punished?"

Yang Ling knew that Hongzhi must have another team of people responsible for detecting the actions inside and outside the palace. It was probably the secret detective of the West Factory that had been secretly established in the legend. He did not dare to say it casually, but said: "We returned to the palace and were seen by someone who was interested and reported to the emperor, so we were caught out and beaten, which only implicated Lord Qian, and I really felt sorry."

Qian Ning pretended to be proud and said: "Brothers, I should have drunk wine together and fought together. What is the point of a little bit of flesh and blood? It is worth it to suffer for the sake of the prince."

He leaned closer to Yang Ling and laughed in a low voice, "I heard that this afternoon, Grand Secretary Li and Zhang Heling fought in the Golden Palace. The emperor was furious and put him in prison. Hehe, I was very happy to be able to make him squat in prison. Damn, this settlement has been settled. It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. Let's wait and see, hahahaha."

His smile touched the wound and he couldn't help but grin and grin, which was really ugly.

The car arrived at the door of Yang's house on Huguosi Street. Yang Ling was worried that his injury would be seen by the young lady for him, so she refused Qian Ning's kindness to send someone to escort him. She got out of the car alone and endured the pain and limped towards the yard. At this time, the sunset was setting, and the sunlight shone on the yard, and the golden light was visible.

Yang Ling estimated that Young Mother was cooking in the room, so when he walked to the door, he straightened his waist and saw that there was no flaw. Then he pushed the door open with confidence and walked in. The fire on the stove was already faint, and a black jar was gushing with heat, and a strong smell of Chinese medicine pungently, but the young Mother was not seen.

Yang Ling was shocked when he saw this. He said in a lost voice: "Young Mother, Young Mother?" After calling out two dead answers, Yang Ling hurriedly rushed into the room with pain. The light in the room was dim and she saw Young Mother curled up on the bed, covered with a quilt and motionless.

Yang Ling rushed over and grabbed her thin shoulders and said, "Young Mother, Young Mother?" He touched her forehead, and her forehead was so hot that it was hot. Han Youn's body trembled slightly. When she heard her husband's call, she opened her eyes hard and wanted to speak, but her teeth were quarreling and she couldn't even say a word.

Yang Ling was heartbroken, and he hugged Youniang in horror, feeling both painful and regretful. In the past few days, he also saw that Youniang had a poor appetite and a very bad complexion, but he felt that Youniang's martial arts practitioners had always been strong and should have just had an ordinary cold, so he didn't take it too much. At this time, seeing her haggard appearance, Yang Ling felt as if her heart had been hollowed out, and she felt uncomfortable and regretted it.

The young lady struggled in his arms for a moment and moaned, "It's so cold, my husband, the young lady is so cold, I'm so thirsty, I want to drink water."

Yang Ling hurriedly said, "I'll go, I'll go, wait, I'll get you water."

He ran to the outer room in a panic, rummaged for a long time before finding the bowl, searching everywhere, but couldn't find where the boiling water was. He never had to worry about these things at home. When he was thirsty, the warm tea was delivered to him. When he was hungry, the steaming food was served on the table. Everything was so natural. Now he was asked to take care of the young lady, but he couldn't find anything. He felt even more uncomfortable when he thought of the young lady's goodness.

The young lady was so sick, could she drink cold water? Yang Ling scooped up a scoop of water and threw it back into the jar. He ran to the stove and lifted the medicine jar aside. The belt ring was so hot that he almost threw it away.

Yang Ling hurriedly made half a pot of water, sat on the stove, stuffed seven or eight pieces of firewood into it. Seeing the fire burning, he rushed back to the room with confidence, lit the oil lamp, brought it to Youniang, then hugged Youniang in his arms, and whispered: "Youniang, I'm boiling water, it's good for a while, it's good for a while."

The light in front of her made the young lady squint slightly. She licked her dry and cracked lips, opened her dazed eyes, coughed for a while, and smiled ashamedly: "Honey, you are back, young lady is useless. I went to see the doctor and said that I was caught in the cold, but after I got the medicine, I couldn't hold on anymore."

When Yang Ling saw her talking, her body was constantly cold and her face was flushed and full of pathological symptoms. Under the light, she saw rose-colored rash lines on her neck. It didn't look like a cold or cold at all. She couldn't help but panic: "What's the wind and cold? This bullshit doctor is delaying things. I'll take you to see the doctor and find the best doctor."

He said without saying anything, and did not care about the young lady's powerless struggle, picked up her body and rushed out. The old man who was about to close the stall not far from the door looked at the neighbor, Lord Yang, in surprise, and rushed to the front, and asked anxiously: "Old man, where is there a doctor nearby? No, where is there a doctor or a doctor? I want to find the best doctor!"

The old man who likes to ramble and heard that he calls himself an old man, he was flattered and said: "Sir, the best doctor in our street is Mr. Liu from Yejuzhai. Jinting Liu is famous for his Jinzhi, but his medical treatment is really good." Seeing that Yang Ling's eyes were about to spit out, the old man quickly changed his words and said: "Walking this street, the third one at the end is the third one. The old man has a small car at home. Do you want to take his wife? This journey is not close."

Yang Ling nodded hurriedly, and the old man hurriedly ran home to get the two-wheeled cart. Yang Ling saw that the cart was usually used to transport goods and some people, and it was a bit dirty. He hurriedly went back to get the bed and quilt. After laying it down, the young lady put her on it and covered her with a quilt. After this trouble, the young lady's breathing became more rapid, and her eyes were closed and she was already in vain.

Yang Ling was anxious and pulled up the cart and ran to Yejuzhai. However, he was not as convenient as his legs and feet, and he was struggling to move forward, but he ran hard with his life. The desolate figure under the setting sun looked indescribable.

"Mrs. is young and always healthy, so she has to stay up until now. This is not a good thing. The cold evil has accumulated in the body for a long time. Once it occurs, it will be like a slump in the building. I need to be treated again, alas." Jinzhen Liu twisted his beard and shook his head gently.

Lord Yang was as powerful as a dangerous tiger just now, pulled the car and kicked the store door and rushed into the hall. He took out the sign of the Jinyiwei and forced the pair of rich men who were asking for treatment of infertility and his twelfth concubine, and pulled his arm to treat his wife.

Seeing that the person who came was from the Jinyiwei, Doctor Liu was still a little afraid, but when it came to pathology, he couldn't help but have an occupational disease and started to shake his head again.

Yang Ling was so anxious that the sweat beads on his forehead rolled down one by one. He swallowed, looked at the unconscious young lady worriedly, and begged: "Sir, please think of a solution, how can my wife treat it? Don't worry, no matter how expensive the medicine or how much money it costs, I will do it, and sir, please worry."

Jinjian Liu frowned and said, "My wife has been sick for a long time. The body's yang deficiency is most likely to be affected by cold evil. The disease can be divided into external cold and internal cold. I think that although my wife is strong, she may have experienced cold and bitterness for a long time. The external cold enters the body and does not dissipate for a long time, which causes internal coldness to occur. Cold evil is yin evil, and yin overcomes coldness. Therefore, the qi and blood are clotting, blocking the meridians and blocking the blockage and blocking the circulation."

When Yang Ling heard this, she remembered that when she lived in Yangjiaping that day, in the cold winter, the young lady was wrapped in a thin collar every night, and she was cold and cold every day. Could it be that the root of her illness was that it fell from then on? Yang Ling thought of the pain that the young lady suffered during those days, and couldn't help but feel heartbroken and burst into tears. At this time, he saw that Jinzhen Liu could tell the cause of the disease, and a glimmer of hope arose in his heart, and hurriedly asked: "Sir, how do you treat it?"

Jinzhi Liu frowned and pondered: "Mrs. The cold air has been attacking the body for a long time, blocking the meridians and blood. Originally, her body could slowly slow down. But soon she lived in a hot and hot place again. The qi of the hyperyang is too strong, and the yin and yang are in conflict, which quickly pushes the cold evil air into the spleen and kidneys, causing the spleen to be unable to transport and transform, and the essence of water and grain is slightly raised and cleared and blood circulation. The kidney cannot absorb qi, regulate the water channels, generate marrow and warmth to nourish the whole body. The water and liquid force it to tandem with blood."

"Damn it," Yang Ling couldn't help but feel embarrassed when he heard that he was still in the Yin and Yang five elements. He jumped up and grabbed Jinzhen Liu's clothes, his face was ferocious, and there was no trace of gentle expression. He shouted loudly: "Don't tell me about pathology anymore. I just ask you, how to treat it? How to use medicine!"

Jinzhen Liu was not angry either. He looked at Yang Ling with pity and shook his head slightly, "It's terminally ill and difficult to cure."

Yang Ling let go and fell on the chair. After a while, he suddenly jumped up and shouted, "I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I won't, I'm not dead yet, how can young mother die?"

He hugged Han Youniang who was unconscious and said in tears: "In such a huge Beijing city, I don't believe that I can't find someone who can cure Youniang!" He carefully placed Youniang in the car and pushed up the car. Because he ran all the way, the wound was torn through the wound, and the blood had been printed through his back shirt. Yang Ling pulled the car and murmured as he walked: "The sky has eyes, and I will never let Youniang die, and I will never!"

Jinzhen Liu shook his head slightly. Although he knew that the person in front of him was a member of the Jinyiwei and could not offend him, but because of the dignity of a famous doctor, he still muttered quietly after he walked out: "In Beijing, I, Liu, may not be the first in my medical skills, but I am afraid that no one can cure the disease I cannot cure. If you believe me, you can also use some tiger and wolf medicine to make her awake for the time being and leave her last words. Now hehe!"

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