The heavens begin with Hongquan

Emperor Wanyan Jing is already old, and it is estimated that it will only be a few years before Yulong's death, and he no longer has the energy to deal with political affairs.

Today's state affairs are basically handled by Prince Wanyan Honglie.

That night.

After Wanyan Honglie finished handling state affairs, he asked Wanyan Kang to be found.

"I heard that Minister Zuocheng is ill?" Wanyan Honglie asked.

"Yes, hemiplegia." Wanyankang said calmly.

"..." Wanyan Honglie rubbed his brows, "But he was still energetic when he went to court in the morning. Why did he become paralyzed at night?"

"Father, you should have heard this saying: Disease comes like a mountain falling, and disease goes away like a thread." Wan Yankang said resolutely, "Shang Shu Zuo Cheng probably got sick and was affected by evil winds. This kind of thing is common among the people. Commonplace.”

"..."

Seeing his son's indifferent expression, Wanyan Honglie sighed helplessly.

"Is this necessary?"

"After all, you are a fourth-rank official in the imperial court. Just by mentioning a concubine, you caused someone to suffer from hemiplegia."

Wanyankang's eyes widened slightly, as if he was surprised.

"Concubine?!"

"So my father is planning to take a concubine!"

"So, I, your son, will have a few more wives!"

"Congratulations to you, father. Congratulations to you, father. When father accepts a concubine, the family will become more lively as it becomes more popular."

Wanyankang handed over his hand and expressed congratulations, his expression sincere and eager.

"..."

Seeing his son's serious look, Wanyan Honglie raised his eyebrows.

"What nonsense!"

"What a concubine! What a little girl! It's enough for me to have your mother and concubine in my life!"

This morning, Shangshu Zuo Cheng persuaded Wanyan Honglie to have more concubines and have more children in order to extend the royal bloodline on the grounds that "the prince's lack of heirs would be detrimental to the country".

As a result, Zuo Cheng, the minister, suddenly suffered from hemiplegia after returning home in the evening. He lay on the bed with his mouth angled, his face numb, and unable to move.

Wanyan Honglie immediately sent imperial doctors to diagnose and treat him, but they all expressed their inability to do anything.

An old imperial doctor hesitated to speak, but was noticed by Wanyan Honglie, who immediately took him to a hidden place for questioning.

The old imperial doctor said: "Prince, this disease of Master Zuo Cheng is not a serious disease, it seems...it seems to be man-made."

Wanyan Honglie's expression suddenly changed: "Artificial?! Who dares to provoke me, Dajin, like this?"

The old imperial doctor said: "I have been diagnosing the pulse of Xianguan for many years, and I have also practiced some techniques of nourishing and guiding qi. It seems that Shang Shu Zuo Cheng's disease was caused by someone using strange acupuncture techniques to block the qi pulses all over the body."

"What the official is confused about is that the person who did it is obviously very knowledgeable in pulse points. He could have easily taken the life of Shangshu Zuocheng. Now, it doesn't feel like he wants to hurt someone's life, but more like a warning discipline."

After listening to the old imperial doctor's words, Wanyan Honglie waved for him to leave.

He himself was thoughtful.

warn? discipline? …

Thinking of Shangshu Zuocheng's daily style, being generous to others and never making enemies, who would he offend?

"Your Highness, this is a paper tube found on the master's pillow."

The wife of Shangshu Zuocheng handed over a paper tube.

The accompanying guard took it, stood at a distance, opened the paper tube, and took out the note. The note was rolled up. The guard carefully inspected it before handing it over respectfully.

"Your Highness, it's safe."

Wanyan Honglie just picked up the note and smelled the faint aroma of white plums on the tip of his nose, and looked down.

"Officials in ancient times also practiced the Tao and served the Tao, and today's officials also protect the matchmaker and pull the fibers."

Well? This sentence……

Wanyan Honglie frowned.

In ancient times, being an official was to promote one's own political ideas, but now being an official is to serve as a matchmaker. Through sharp contrast, the two sentences contain the writer's subtle sarcasm.

But what really made Wanyan Honglie frown was when he recognized the handwriting on the note.

"Kang'er~"

………… finally.

Wanyan Honglie didn't get any useful feedback from Wanyan Kang, which made him extremely helpless.

But if he was asked to scold him, he couldn't do it.

Wan Yankang is his pride!

Moreover, he can also understand his son's thoughts. Isn't he just afraid that he will be neglected and cherish the weak if he has a concubine?

However, it is enough for him to be with Xiruo for the rest of his life.

"Your Highness, when will Minister Zuo Cheng's "hemiplegia" be cured?"

Hongyu followed Wanyankang and asked softly.

"Alas...who would have expected that Minister Zuo Cheng would suddenly become seriously ill."

"But I happen to know a person who is very experienced in diseases related to Qi and Blood Meridian Points."

"Now that I know this from my father, I will send someone to invite him tomorrow. It will take him seven days to reach Zhongdu."

Seven days...

"I understand, Your Highness."

The red jade model smiles and follows suit.

Along the path we walked, a faint scent of white plums lingered in the air.

…………

Perhaps for "revenge", Bao Xiruo found Wanyankang the next day.

"Kang'er, you're not young anymore. It's time to think about your life-long affairs."

"Mom has found several girls for you. When will you go and have a look?"

Wanyankang felt his scalp numb.

"Mother, why are you saying this all of a sudden? I want to wait a few years before talking about it."

"In a few years, you will be eighteen years old. In a few years, mother will be old and she won't be able to help you raise your grandson." Bao Xiruo frowned slightly, "And your father said, If a man gets married early, he can stabilize his temperament. "

father?

Wanyankang suddenly realized.

"Did father tell you about it?"

"Yes, if your father hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost ignored your lifelong event."

"..."

Wanyankang wanted to curse.

Seeing that his son was silent, Bao Xiruo suddenly came closer.

"Don't you want to go and see it? Could it be that you already have someone you like?"

Before Wanyankang could speak, Bao Xiruo started muttering to himself.

"Let me guess, mother, is she the girl from the Huang family who lived here before?"

"Concubine, just that little girl..."

Wanyankang laughed and shook his head.

Huang Rong was indeed pretty and lovely, but after all, she was underage and just a loli girl, not his type.

He prefers to eat peaches rather than green pears.

Sensing the emotion in Wanyankang's words, Bao Xiruo knew that his son really had no interest in the Huang family girl.

Oh, what a pity.

The girl from the Huang family is exquisite and exquisite, and she is also good at cooking. After spending some time together, Bao Xiruo already regards her as half a daughter in her heart.

"If it's not a girl from the Huang family, is it Hong Yu?"

Bao Xiruo then made a guess.

"Hongyu is actually not bad. Although you are a bit older than Kang'er, but as the saying goes - "a wife loves her husband", older wives usually know how to take care of and considerate their husbands, and will be more considerate to their husbands. Lots of love and support.”

"Furthermore, Hongyu's figure is easy to get pregnant with. The only problem is her identity... But as long as you like Kang'er, I don't care whether you are her or not..."

Bao Xiruo was still talking, and Wanyankang's ears twitched.

There were footsteps in the courtyard outside the door, with a hint of panic. (End of chapter)