Mixed with salted fish in Hongwudang

Chapter 81 How dare you pretend to be sick!
Qianqing Palace.

Lao Zhu sat on the dragon chair, hesitantly watching the funeral ceremony of Prince Yiwen, who was repeatedly urged by the Ministry of Rites, and hesitated to give a written reply.

But if he does not approve it again, he is afraid of delaying the funeral of the emperor's son, which will cause him quite a headache.

At this moment, Erhu came in, and Lao Zhu hurriedly asked with concern.

"Er Hu, how is our grandson's injury?"

"Reporting to the emperor, according to what the imperial hospital said, His Highness's blood scabs have fallen off, and the injury should heal quickly. But the young master kept saying that he had a backache, a headache, and a pain in the buttocks, and he felt dizzy all the time. It's also a bit confusing..."

"This……"

A trace of hesitation flashed across Lao Zhu's face, and he said with some uncertainty.

"Tell me, is Ni Sun just pretending to be sick?"

Erhu had a sly smile on his face when he heard this.

"My lord, you have to go and have a look in person. You may see that His Highness's illness will be cured once you arrive, hehehe..."

As soon as Lao Zhu heard this, Er Hu must have grasped the evidence that the grandson pretended to be sick, otherwise he would not have told us so.

"Humph!"

"Let's just say, we didn't use any force at all, just a few light whips, how could we possibly break that Ni Sun!"

"This Nisun must have seen that after being sick, he doesn't need to memorize or write, so he is reluctant to get well!"

"Since that's the case, then we have to give him a wonderful hand to rejuvenate!"

"Come on!"

"Bring our whip!"

With a whip pinned to his waist, Lao Zhu led a group of Jin Yiwei's henchmen to attack the Prince's mansion aggressively.

At this time, Zhu Yunxi didn't know that the catastrophe was imminent, and he was sitting on the recliner in the small courtyard, enjoying the rare quiet time peacefully.

Although he was beaten badly this time, it was the most comfortable time he had ever lived these days.

They eat three imperial meals a day, and they also support ordering services, so you can order whatever you want.

The old friends of the Tai Hospital also take good care of themselves. Every day, they have a look, hear and ask about everything, and then they have a bone-relaxing massage, and they send a large bowl of rock sugar pears or iced sour plum soup.

However, what made him happiest was that he didn't have to go to the main hall to endorse, let alone get up early to hand in homework to the old man and listen to the old man's reprimand.

Eating and drinking every day, occasionally doing radio gymnastics, and copying Doupa in his spare time, preparing himself to become Da Ming's fantasy patriarch.

Such a relaxed and comfortable life without any pressure is simply perfect.

Just when he was sitting on the recliner and was about to fall asleep in a daze, San Dezi suddenly ran over panting.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty... Your Majesty is coming!"

"what?"

Zhu Yunxi jumped up from the chair when he heard the words, and quickly ran to the room to hide the written draft, then checked the desk and bedside to make sure there was no problem, and then lay down on the bed again.

In fact, he was able to jump the next day. The reason why he pretended to be sick was not only to play truant from school, but also to escape the long journey of twenty miles.

When I was chatting with San Dezi that day, I heard that when his elder brother Zhu Xiongying died, all the officials went to the funeral on foot.

Now that I have a dead father, I have to walk twenty miles if I can't guarantee it.

It's a scorching summer now, and it can be hot to death at noon, so he doesn't want to suffer from this.

So, after hearing about it, he decided to feign illness, at least until the funeral was over.

Now it seems that it is the last day, and he doesn't want to fall short.

As soon as Zhu Yunxi was lying on the bed, he heard San Dezi shouting "Meet Your Majesty!" in the yard, and he immediately hummed, acting as if he was dying.

As soon as Lao Zhu stepped into the courtyard, he heard San Dezi deliberately raised his pitch by two cents, so he knew that the master and servant must be tricky.

But he didn't point it out, and went straight to Zhu Yunxi's bedside, watching how the Ni Sun performed.

Zhu Yunxi saw that Lao Zhu's face was unfriendly, so he quickly put on a very difficult look, and struggled to get up from the bed.

"Sun Chen Zhu Yunxi, my respects... Your Majesty!"

When Lao Zhu heard this, he couldn't help but snorted coldly in his heart.

This turtle grandson's petty eye is the eye of a needle, isn't it that we just beat him up, and he didn't even want to call him a grandpa, so he pretended to be a "foreign minister" with us?

Since you, a grandson, are willing to act, then we will accompany you to perform as much as you want!

"Aiqing is injured, so there is no need to salute!"

Originally, Zhu Yunxi was just being polite, but when he saw Lao Zhu saying no, he got down again without saying a word.

"I don't know what your majesty is doing in the humble room of Sun Chen?"

"Oh!"

"A few days ago, when we were furious, our actions were a little harsher. Today, I came here specially to see how Aiqing's injury is."

Zhu Yunxi hummed and muttered when he heard the words.

"It's okay, I can't die for the time being!"

"Oh?"

"Then let's see how Aiqing's injury is?"

Zhu Yunxi panicked on the spot when he heard this, there is no injury on his butt, he has been using "internal injuries" to fool the gang of imperial doctors all this time.

Fortunately, Imperial Doctor Hao, the traitor, was there to support him, otherwise he would have revealed his secrets long ago.

"Your Majesty, Sun Chen's external injuries are secondary, mainly internal injuries... internal and internal injuries..."

As soon as Lao Zhu heard the Ni Sun's words, he felt guilty, and he knew that this guy was pretending to be sick.

"Humph!"

"Don't worry about internal injuries and external injuries, let us see it before we talk about it!"

After Lao Zhu said this, he couldn't help but hold Nisun down, and then stretched out his hand to pull his pants.

However, to his surprise, it didn't move after a tug!

Zhu Yunxi had already guarded against this move, and tied his trousers to death with hemp rope in advance.

Lao Zhu also guessed the general reason, grabbed the string on the waist of Nisun's trousers, and then gave Erhu a wink, Erhu immediately pulled out a knife, and saw a flash of cold light, and the string snapped with a "bang" .

Zhu Yunxi was getting an opinion, when he heard a "boom" suddenly, he thought to himself that it was terrible.

However, before he could react, he just felt a chill in his buttocks, and his whole pair of pants was ripped off by some bad old man.

Lao Zhu looked at the big sun's bare butt and thighs, and was also secretly surprised.Hearing that Dasun's body is different from ordinary people, he thought it was the doctors talking nonsense.

Now that he saw that this Ni grandson didn't even have a scar on his butt, he was convinced that this grandson was really different from ordinary people!
If it was another child, why wouldn't there be a few scars left on the buttocks now?
"Oops!"

"Little Zhu Aiqing's injury is so serious!"

Zhu Yunxi thought he was going to die, but when he heard what Old Zhu said, he hurriedly agreed.

"Yes!"

"Didn't I just tell you all the time, I have a serious internal injury."

"Don't look at the outer skin has grown, but the inner muscles and bones haven't grown well yet. At least it takes ten and a half months of cultivation!"

Seeing that the grandson started talking nonsense again, Lao Zhu immediately laughed.

"It won't take that long, will it?"

"We have a magical medicine here, I guarantee that you will be alive and kicking immediately after taking it!"

Zhu Yunxi curled his lips in disdain.

"cut!"

"Emperor Hao can't do anything, what good medicine can you always have?"

Lao Zhu pulled out the whip from his back, and slapped the whip in the air with a "pop", and then looked at Zhu Yunxi with a smile.

"Xiao Nisun, how about our medicine?"

Seeing this, Zhu Yunxi's brain went numb after brushing it. This old man must have guessed that I was pretending to be sick!

"Come on!"

"Put this Ni Sun down for us, and let's treat him well!"

Hearing this, Zhu Yunxi hurriedly got up from the bed, but just halfway up, he suddenly realized that he was still naked.

But in the middle of his hesitation, Lao Zhu's face suddenly changed, and a whip suddenly lashed out.

"Rebellious grandson!"

"Don't get down and give us a salute!"

"Grandfather calm down..."

Zhu Yunxi couldn't care less about trousers or trousers anymore, and hurriedly jumped off the bed to salute Lao Zhu.

But just as he bent down, he suddenly heard a gust of wind, and saw Lao Zhu's whip whipping towards him.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Yunxi didn't dare to stay in the house, and he was so scared that he ran out with a "ow".

When Lao Zhu saw this, he chased after him, threatening while chasing back.

"Don't run!"

"Dare to pretend to be sick with us, and see if we don't break your legs!"

Zhu Yunxi ran even faster when he heard this, passed in front of the Jin Yiwei guarding the gate, and ran directly outside the courtyard in one breath.

Fortunately, the hem of the clothes of the ancients was very long, even if they did not wear pants, they would not be exposed, otherwise they would really be streaking.

As soon as Lao Zhu chased him out of the yard, he saw that Nisun had already run more than ten feet away, and the big stone in his heart finally fell.

"Hey, now I don't need to carry it tomorrow!"

Erhu hurriedly agreed.

"It's more than that!"

"Let's look at the young master's body, even if he walks for twenty miles, it won't be a problem!"

Old Zhu's face immediately changed when he heard this.

"That can't be done. Walking for twenty miles will exhaust the child!"

While the two were talking, Lao Zhu saw that the grandson was about to run out of the Prince's residence, so he immediately ordered someone to bring him back.

Not long after, Zhu Yunxi was captured by Jin Yiwei and brought to Old Zhu.

Before Lao Zhu could speak, the grandson was so frightened that he hurriedly begged for mercy.

"Grandpa, please forgive me, if you beat me again, I really have to go with my father, wow..."

Lao Zhu brandished his whip and slammed it on the ground. Seeing the grandson tremble with fright, he reprimanded him with a straight face.

"Do you still dare to pretend to be sick in the future!"

"Don't dare, never dare again!"

"Humph!"

"Since the illness is cured, then make up for us the homework we missed a few days ago!"

"I'll give you two days, and we'll check in person after two days!"

Hearing this, Zhu Yunxi hurriedly nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Don't worry, my grandson promises to complete the task without missing a single word!"

Seeing what the grandson said, Lao Zhu turned around and left with a cold snort, but just as he turned around, the old man's face was covered with a smug smile.

Zhu Yunxi sent Lao Zhu away, and said to San Dezi angrily.

"How does this old man know that I'm pretending to be sick? Did you tell me the secret?"

When San Dezi heard this, he immediately called out to Zhuang Tianqu.

"Your Highness, you have wronged this servant to death. If it hadn't been for this servant to stand guard for you, you would have been caught by His Majesty long ago!"

"Also ha..."

"Why are you still standing there? Didn't you see that I was still naked? Hurry up and get me my pants!"

"Hey, servant girl, let's go!"

After Zhu Yunxi put on a new dress, he squatted on the table to do his homework.

Don't dare not make up, that old man is really not easy to fool!

If he had known that he couldn't avoid his homework, he wouldn't be so careless these days. It would be better to write a few words every day than to pile up thousands of words, right?

While Zhu Yunxi was painstakingly making up his homework, Lao Zhu, who had returned to Qianqing Palace, made instructions on the ceremony without the slightest hesitation, crossed out the candidate selected by the Ministry of Rites, and happily wrote down the name of a certain grandson .

"Er Hu, send someone to the Ministry of Rites and let them prepare like this overnight!"

"promise!"

(End of this chapter)