Bianjing little doctor

Chapter 643 Meeting the Nephew and Uncle
"Didn't I tell you to get out? What are you doing here again?" Hearing the faint footsteps, Zhao Zhen angrily reprimanded:

"Get out... I want you to... get out..."

He was already struggling to speak, every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.Broken and hoarse, it seemed that all the strength in his body had been exhausted.

The lights outside the bright yellow dragon tent were dim.

Not only did the figure not leave, but it got closer and closer.

Zhao Zhen stretched out his hand to touch the dagger under the pillow with a sudden change of expression, his body trembling slightly, "I'm going to rest...go out..."

"Officials, it's the humble officials who have come."

The man stopped three feet outside the tent, his voice choked with sobs.

Zhao Zhen was startled, pulled open the curtain abruptly, and stared at him in a daze.

"Ah, Ah Jiu..."

Fu Jiuqu looked at the emperor in the dragon tent who was staring at a pair of chaotic eyes, with thin cheeks and emaciated beyond human form, and slowly saluted.

"The humble official heard that the official's dragon body was ill, and was so anxious for a while, he decided to go back to Beijing without an order and asked the official to punish him."

Zhao Zhen stared straight at him.

Stare at it for a long time.

Don't move, don't talk, there are red whites in the deep-set eye sockets, and there are traces of moisture.No one knows that the most respected and wealthy emperor in the world, behind the bright yellow curtains on the dragon bed, will also lament the fate, feel the sadness coming from it, tremble with fear, and weep uncontrollably.

"I thought... thought..."

Thinking that they would not allow him to live any longer, they wanted someone else to sit on that dragon chair.

Thought he was doomed.

Zhao Zhen pushed the dagger back silently, coughed twice, and sighed pretending to be innocent.

"You, you are really... used to being disobedient, and you never listen to my words."

Fu Jiuqu slightly raised his head, seeing Zhao Zhen's haggard look, felt a slight pain in his heart.

When I was a child, I looked at my uncle, he was dignified, majestic and handsome, and his gestures and gestures were unparalleled.The uncle stretched out his hand towards him and called "Ajiu" pamperingly, which could arouse the jealousy of the entire family and royal family.Now when I see my uncle who is sick, he is so thin that he seems to be wrapped in a piece of skin, and his prestige is still there. He has lost something, and he still calls "Ajiu", but Fu Jiuqu is full of sadness...

throne of kings.

Ninety-five.

Like a revolving lantern in front of Fu Jiuqu, countless faces of Zhao Zhen passed by.

"Ugh……"

Zhao Zhen sighed, choked with unspeakable sobs, but looked at Fu Jiuqu with rare gentleness.

"I'm fine...you leave the capital quickly...don't let anyone find out. Let's go, Ah Jiu..."

Fu Jiuqu stood straight in front of him with his shoulders straight and his sword in hand.

"The official's illness, what's going on?"

Zhao Zhen couldn't help sighing, "I'm old and useless...they all expect me to die."

Fu Jiuqu: "But someone murdered him?"

Zhao Zhen's eyelids seemed to be cramping, he raised his eyes, stared at him and asked: "If someone really plots against me, what will you do?"

Fu Jiuqu slowly raised his hands and clasped his fists, "The humble minister must be killed and then hurry up!"

Zhao Guanjia's eyes became hot, and tears suddenly fell down like that. The tears rolled out as if they were worthless, and the majestic emperor was like a wronged child.Seeing Fu Jiuqu rushing forward, trying to comfort him.But after walking a few steps, he realized that it was the dragon bed, and the person on the bed was the emperor, so he stopped again, and after three steps away, he asked in a cold voice:

"Is there such a thing?"

Zhao Guanjia shook his head.

Fu Jiuqu handed over the handkerchief.

Zhao Guanjia wiped his eyes and looked away, "Recently, these eyes are useless. The imperial doctor said that he was tired from reading papers and suffered from eye diseases...cough cough..."

Fu Jiuqu pursed his lips and did not answer.

He is the emperor, and he doesn't want his nephew to see his weak side.He is the Son of Heaven and has the right to life and death, so he shouldn't be like this.However, who in the world is truly fearless?

After this illness, Zhao Guan's family discovered that he had everything, except that he was born without the most true and pure emotions-father-son relationship, husband-wife relationship, clan relationship, none of them.

He doesn't even have a single person by his side who deserves complete trust.

His wife and his concubines have their own plans, and they represent the interests of their family.His trusted minister is full of words about the people in the world and the welfare of the Song Dynasty, but once the interests of their family are involved, he will immediately turn his back on the spear and snatch the biggest and fattest piece of meat like a vulture and hound...

The dignified son of heaven is only a place of interest, and it is no different from the crops of old farmers and the prey of hunters.

"Let's go, let's go."

Not seeing Fu Jiuqu move, Zhao Zhen urged him for the second time.

Fu Jiuqu looked at it silently, and then said after a moment: "I heard that the two governments stayed in the Daqing Palace, stayed overnight in the Daqing Palace, and handled the government affairs on their behalf. Is there such a thing?"

Zhao Zhen nodded.

Foreign men are not allowed to stay in the palace. This is a rule that has existed in all dynasties. Although the official's family is seriously ill and it is expedient for the two governments to handle government affairs, such an open challenge to etiquette is a precedent.

Fu Jiuqu: "They forced the officials to have an heir?"

Zhao Zhen looked up at him and nodded again.

Fu Jiuqu frowned, "What does the official think?"

Zhao Zhen's fingers trembled, and a cool look appeared in his eyes, "All they want is a prince who can be controlled by them, and they don't care who this person is. Zong Shi is an honest man, and I belong to him, but..."

His eyes were gloomy, he didn't know whether he was thinking of the pain of having no successors, or the princes who died young, and asked lightly:
"Have they all grown up?"

Knowing that he was asking about the first and second thoughts, Fu Jiuqu hesitated for a moment, "I have grown taller and become more sensible. Especially for the first thought, she is respectful, polite, cautious, and very decent."

Speaking of this, he seemed to think of something, looked directly at Zhao Guan's family and said:
"Yinan mentioned to me last year that he wanted to change his name."

He didn't say that Yi Nian wanted to talk to Xin Yi, he just wanted to test Zhao Zhen's thoughts.

When Zhao Zhen heard this, he fell silent.

"Look at the two of them, do they look similar to me?"

Fu Jiuqu knew what he was worried about.

Zhou Yimian's time with him was very short, and he survived in such a place, and later married Zhang Xun, not to mention whether those powerful ministers would allow him to inherit an unknown child. Down to his knees, even he himself would never dare to confuse the royal blood and let the Zhao family fall by the wayside.

Fu Jiuqu knew what his words meant, and he also knew how heavy these words were.

A while ago, he also observed the first thought and the second thought, sometimes he felt that they could see a bit of an official look on their faces, and sometimes he thought it was his own eyesight.On the whole, the two boys probably resembled their mother, with Zhou Yiliu's eyebrows and eyes somewhat resembling each other.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Zhao Zhen sighed, "It's not like me, is it?"

"It's not like that." Fu Jiuqu said, "It's just that this is a big matter, and I don't dare to talk nonsense."

"That's like me?" Zhao Zhen's eyes flickered again.

"There's still some resemblance, especially Yi Nian." Fu Jiuqu thought for a while, and said, "I'm in a hurry to return to Beijing this time, and I don't have time to take them with me. When I have a chance, I will send them back to Beijing, and the officials will have a look for themselves?"

Zhao Zhen's hands supporting the edge of the bed slowly dropped, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes.

"Okay. You are the only one who has one heart with me."

Fu Jiuqu didn't answer this question.

After all, not long ago, this uncle had suspected him because of the Tuofengling incident.

Fu Jiuqu didn't let go completely in his heart, Zhao Zhen seemed to know what he was thinking, turned his face to look at him, and sighed again.

"Yang Huaimin is a bastard who falsely preached the will, and I can't spare him."

For the emperor, this was already a disguised apology.

Fu Jiuqu had no expression on his face, "It's because the minister didn't think carefully, and he has the high expectations of the officials."

After hesitating for a moment, Fu Jiuqu informed all about the hidden treasure in Tuofengling, saying that when the spring came, he would find a way to transfer it to the national treasury in batches, but the quantity was huge, so he had to be cautious.

Seeing that he was so sensible, Zhao Zhen was very pleased, and praised him for his ability in handling affairs. He didn't ask a word about the Li family in the Southern Tang Dynasty, as if he didn't know anything at all.

"After a while... When I get better... I will announce the decree... to send you back to Beijing."

Fu Jiuqu bowed his hands to thank him.

Finally, she raised her head and asked him again.

"Did the officials know about my father's affairs back then?"

Zhao Zhen's complexion changed slightly, and he didn't deny it. When it came to Fu Guangyi, he still gritted his teeth, "I married my only sister...to his wife. He didn't appreciate the emperor's favor. He cheated in the imperial examinations, and died of illness in Yangzhou like that. It's a good thing for him. .”

Fu Jiuqu asked, "Does his death have anything to do with the officials?"

Zhao Zhen was slightly taken aback, "Why do you have such doubts?"

Fu Jiuqu: "I asked Mrs. Yu, when Fu Guangyi rescued her from the cold, her body was only a little unwell, and she recovered after taking two doses of decoction. From the time he fell ill again to his death, it took only three or two days..."

Yu believed that Fu Yiyi died inexplicably, and he was wronged, so he believed in the secret voice later, and believed that he would wake up again.

Fu Jiuqu stared at Zhao Zhen, and said, "I think his death is unreasonable."

Zhao Zhen's face was pale, he didn't look into Fu Jiuqu's eyes, pulled up the quilt, and shook his head feebly, "It may be that he has betrayed the way of heaven, and he was punished by heaven..."

Fu Jiuqu nodded, and stood for a while, but Zhao Zhen didn't say anything about the uproar in the palace, and he didn't even mention the so-called "queen treason". It's the past in my heart, and I won't pursue it again.

"Cough... cough... Ah Jiu..."

Zhao Zhen looked over with blank eyes.

"Let's go, let's go... Don't be discovered..."

Fu Jiuqu let out a long sigh, cupped his hands and said, "My minister obeys the order..."

As soon as the voice fell, I suddenly heard an exclamation from outside.

"It's flooded...the Palace of Funing is flooded..."

　Fu Jiuqu: This uncle is too soft, do you want to give him a hand?
　　Xin Yi: Okay, why don't you let the queen take charge?
　　Fu Jiuqu: ...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)