Longevity starts from listening to music

Chapter 5 The Crux Not Found
Inside the Tianxin Hall.

The imperial physician is diagnosing Mingbuyan.

He looked at his eyes again, stuck out his tongue again, and felt his pulse again.

After some diagnosis, several imperial physicians looked at each other, and they all felt that there was no serious problem if they said nothing, but if nothing happened, how could the prince change his temperament so much?
"Seventh Prince, what's wrong with you recently?"

A seventy-year-old imperial physician asked.

He clearly knew that if he didn't show something, he might be suspicious, and there must be a reason for the sudden change in temperament.

So he thought for a while and said, "During this time, my head throbbed from time to time, especially when I was thinking about problems."

"Does your head hurt when you think about it?"

The doctors looked at each other.

It's no wonder that the Seventh Prince's policy is far inferior to before.

That's the reason.

They made another diagnosis for Ming Buyan, but they couldn't find the cause of the headache. One of the imperial physicians said, "Could it be related to the serious illness a few months ago? At that time, the seventh prince had a high fever, which may have affected the headache. brain."

In addition to this reason, they can't think of anything else.

Ming Buyan's heart moved, and he asked: "Emperor doctor, I don't know what caused my illness a few months ago?"

"The illness was strange to say the least. The whole imperial hospital couldn't find the crux of the problem. Thanks to the yang-returning golden needle handed down by imperial physician Zhang, the Seventh Prince was rescued."

Imperial Physician Zhang is the old imperial physician who is feeling the pulse of Ming Buyan at this time.

Seeing Ming Buyan cast his eyes on him, the other party said indifferently: "I am old and incompetent, and I can't figure out where the disease came from."

"Speaking of which, this kind of illness of unknown origin also appeared once in the past two years. I remember it was Empress Hui..."

Concubine Hui is Ming Buyan's mother.

And hearing that his mother passed away with the same disease as himself, Ming Buyan narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling weird.

"Okay, this matter has passed, so don't mention it again, so as not to arouse His Highness's worries." Doctor Zhang said calmly, and stopped the man from continuing.

After the diagnosis was fruitless, several imperial physicians left only a prescription for health care and peace, and left. After they left, they obviously sat on the bed and fell into thinking.

"A disease that has no symptoms, took away my mother, and almost took me away. Is it a genetic disease? Or is someone making a hindrance?"

Obviously leaning more towards the latter.

After all, neither he nor Concubine Hui seemed to have any genetic disease.

And judging from Doctor Zhang's attitude of stopping others from continuing, the other party may know some secrets.

However, I am still too weak to verify anything.

"Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. If someone really interferes, no matter what, I will definitely settle this account."

Mingbuyan murmured.

Outside the Tianxin Hall.

After several imperial physicians came out, Imperial Physician Zhang glanced at the talkative imperial physician before him and said indifferently: "Emperor Li, you have been in the imperial hospital for several years, why don't you know the truth that disasters come from your mouth? Ordinary doctors, as long as they cure the disease and save the patient, they will But, as imperial physicians, we still need to judge the situation, what to say and what not to say, I hope you can remember it and don't do it again."

The talkative imperial physician panicked and said, "I understand clearly."

"Okay, you go back to the Imperial Hospital first, and I will report back to His Majesty the result of this diagnosis." Doctor Zhang said.

Inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Physician Zhang informed Liang Wang Ming Zhengyuan of the diagnosis.

After the other party finished listening, his eyebrows frowned slightly, "Have you burned your brain?"

"Yes, the seventh prince's temperament has changed drastically, which is probably related to his brain damage. It is precisely because of this that his literary talent has plummeted."

Ming Zhengyuan heard the words, pondered for a while, and murmured: "I thought he was not like Concubine Hui, but it seems that he is doomed after all."

Physician Zhang vaguely heard the word Concubine Hui, and couldn't help lowering his head even lower.

Acting like I didn't hear anything.

"Okay, you go down first."

"Yes, Wei Chen retire."

When Doctor Zhang was about to leave, he saw a beautiful woman in gorgeous palace attire and gold hairpin walking outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

He hastily bowed and saluted, "I have seen the empress."

"En." The beautiful woman, that is, the empress nodded slightly, didn't pay attention, but looked at Ming Zhengyuan, and said: "Your Majesty summoned the imperial physician suddenly, but what's uncomfortable?"

"No, it's just that Xiaoqi's temperament has changed a lot recently. Some people say that he has some kind of hysteria, so I asked the imperial doctor to go and show him."

"Oh, then I don't know what the result will be?"

"The imperial doctor said that Xiaoqi's brain was burnt out, and I'm afraid he will never be the same again." Ming Zhengyuan sighed.

The queen smiled when she heard the words, "That's really a pity."

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Daliang was only a teenager on the first day, his brain was burnt out, and his literary talents were no longer there.

This news suddenly spread in the capital.

In addition, Ming Buyan's actions during this period of time have added to the authenticity of this news, causing many people to sigh.

Feeling the fall of a generation of arrogance.

But for this matter, he didn't say anything, but he didn't pay much attention to it, he still went his own way, and went to Qunfang Pavilion every now and then.

They are more frequent than Mingfeng.

After going back and forth, he gradually became acquainted with the girls in Qunfang Pavilion.

The only thing that affected him was that in the past when he went to the streets, everyone looked at him with fiery respect and admiration.

But now, it's all regret, gloating, and even contempt.

"Look, that's our Daliang's first genius boy. Unfortunately, that was in the past, and now he is just a dandy prince."

"I heard that the policy theory he wrote doesn't make sense."

"Daliang is a young boy on the first day, heh, that's all."

Such whispers, obviously heard a lot.

This reminded him of a sentence.

People like to create gods, and they like to watch him fall.

"Heh, it's better to be the sisters of Qunfang Pavilion."

Ming Buyan smiled and walked into Qunfang Pavilion.

And Mudan, Rose and other girls came up to welcome them with smiling faces.

Different from other people, they are in the business of selling jokes, and their attitude towards what is clear will not be changed by outside rumors.

As long as they don't say they are rich, they can treat each other as uncles forever.

Moreover, they really liked the boy who was handsome and sweet-mouthed, and didn't mind whether he was really talented or not.

Inside the palace.

Ming Zhengyuan looked at the man in black in front of him, and said, "Have you checked it out?"

"It has been found out. There is no suspicion in the Imperial Hospital. The news spread from the Seventh Prince's Tianxin Palace. It seems that other princes who were placed in the Tianxin Palace informed them of this and spread it."

"It seems that my sons are really cruel. Xiao Qi has ended up in such a situation, and they still want to stab each other in the heart."

"Your Majesty, do you need to help the Seventh Prince?"

said the man in black.

"No, he's fine now, he's no longer famous, and maybe he can spend his life in peace." Ming Zhengyuan said calmly.

Half a year has passed.

Autumn goes to winter, and there is heavy snow.

Ming did not say that his reputation in the capital plummeted.

The first-day genius in Daliang no longer exists, and only after dinner and dinner, people in the capital will occasionally talk about it.

Inside the Tianxin Hall.

The stove warmed the air.

Ming Buyan sat cross-legged on the bed and performed the Ming Yu Jue. With the surge of true energy in his body, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Ming Yu Jue, the fourth floor! It's done!"

According to the classification of Jianghu warriors, he is now considered a first-class master.

(End of this chapter)