At the beginning of the civil castle, the Ming God of War was a little panicked

Chapter 412 Home Remedies
Zhu Qizhen asked: "Do you know how to treat this disease?"

Wan Zhen'er hurriedly explained: "A few days ago, when the servants were taking care of the empress, they read some medical skills..."

Having said that, she took a peek at the three imperial physicians on the ground, and dared not speak further.

Obviously, people have studied medical art and medical classics for a lifetime, but they still can't find a cure. Just because you read a few books, you dare to say that you can cure it?
It's a joke to say this!

Zhu Qizhen looked at Wan Zhen'er, then at the three imperial physicians kneeling in front of him, and said, "You don't have to worry about others, as long as you can cure the queen mother's illness, I will reward you heavily!"

Only then did Wan Zhen'er say: "This servant has seen a folk prescription, just insert chopsticks into the throat, and it can resolve phlegm."

"No, no!"

Wang Sizu hurriedly stopped him and said: "The empress dowager's phlegm congestion is not in the throat, but in the breathing path. If you use chopsticks... this is not killing people, killing people... I dare not speak!"

The other two imperial physicians echoed: "What the envoy of the royal court said is true, I hope the emperor thinks twice!"

Zhu Qizhen hesitated immediately, the breathing path Wang Sizu said should be the trachea.

In this way, Wan Zhen'er's method was to insert the chopsticks into the Queen Mother's trachea, which is indeed a bit unimaginable.

"This recipe...does it work?"

Wan Zhen'er said: "Going back to the emperor, this servant saw the record in the prescription. It is true that someone was suffering from phlegm disease and was stuck in the respiratory tract. Use chopsticks to open the blocked phlegm, and the patient was saved from danger!"

After Zhu Qizhen thought about it, this method was still too risky.

After all, it is just a folk prescription, and one case is not representative, but...

On the bed, Empress Dowager Sun's face was sallow, and it was too late if they didn't do anything else!

In the end, Zhu Qizhen made up his mind, took Queen Mother Sun's hand, and said solemnly: "Mother, I will treat you right now, if it can't be cured..."

He glanced at Wang Sizu and the three of them, and said coldly: "My child, let these quack doctors go down and be buried with my mother!"

Wang Sizu was horrified, and hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, it was the court lady who asked..."

Zhu Qizhen said coldly: "I just said that if anything happens to the Queen Mother, the three of you will go to be buried with her!"

"However, the conclusion given by the minister is..."

"That's right, as imperial physicians, you are helplessly watching the Queen Mother's condition worsen, but you are helpless, there is nothing you can do, do you feel wronged by letting you go to be buried with her?"

Wang Sizu's expression was extremely conflicted, and he said: "If something really happens to the Empress Dowager, I think I'm not good at learning, so I can just go down and be buried with the Empress. However, the maid asked to use folk remedies, and the minister objected!"

"Why object?"

"Because... the method she said is extremely dangerous, and if you are not careful, your life will be in danger!"

"Something went wrong, I'll ask you guys!"

Wang Sizu scratched his head, and asked cautiously: "Your Majesty, did you make a mistake? It was she who asked for a folk prescription, in case something happens..."

"It's better to ask you!"

"Hmm... Your Majesty Shengming!"

Wang Sizu finally understood that it is impossible to reason now.

I just hope that the palace lady's folk prescription will work, otherwise, I may really die.

In fact, Zhu Qizhen was not a bloodthirsty person, and he was really angry today.

Even in history, the god of war, known as the shame of Ming Dynasty, was not useless, because he abolished an ancient system-sacrifice!
Don't underestimate this move, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a great progress of human civilization.

Confucius once said a word: The one who started the evil has no successor!

The terracotta warriors refer to human servants, which are used for burial. The most well-known ones are the terracotta warriors and horses excavated from the Qin Mausoleum's underground palace.

If it is translated into vernacular, it is the first person to make figurines to be buried with, and he will have no descendants!

At first glance, this sentence seems a bit difficult to understand. Why should the maker of figurines be scolded?
Isn't the burial of servants an improvement over the burial of living people?
If it is understood in this way, it is because the context at that time was not substituted.

Zhu Xi once commented on this sentence in "Four Books Collection Notes": "Figurines, from the burial puppet. The ancient burial person, Shucao, was thought to be the guardian, called the cuddling spirit, which is slightly resembling a human form. In the middle ages, it was changed The terracotta figurines have facial features, muscles and hair, but they are as big as people. Therefore, Confucius hated their inhumanity, and said that there will be no descendants."

During the Shang Dynasty, the burial of living people was used, but it was banned in the Zhou Dynasty, and the grass man was used instead.

The original grass figurines were only slightly humanoid, but the extravagance of the later princes and states began to produce more refined figurines. With continuous improvement, the figurines are more and more similar to living people.

If this trend continues, I don't know if one day, Ren Sacrifice will make a comeback again!

Therefore, Confucius strongly condemned this behavior, hoping that the trend of making human figurines can be curbed in time, so that there is an initiator, and there will be no successors!

Since then, although some dynasties have also used human sacrifices, this phenomenon is relatively rare.

For example, in the Song Dynasty, not only were they not buried, but the emperor would send the maids out of the palace to marry.

In the Ming Dynasty, after Zhu Yuanzhang founded the country, probably because of his strong possessiveness, he actually resumed the sacrificial burial system.

As long as the concubines and concubines in the harem have slept together, and those who have no children, all of them must be buried with him.

This situation lasted until Tianshun years, Zhu Qizhen experienced great ups and downs, tasted all kinds of things in the world, and still miss it so much, how deeply moved he is.He reigned for 24 years before and after, and had little politics.As for the posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous titles, the establishment of the lineage of common people, and the burial of palace concubines, then the matter of prosperity and virtue can be followed by future generations.

Even Zhu Qizhen in his previous life had such an awareness. As a modern person, he would not have any idea of ​​burial.

However, today is really too angry.

It's just a mouthful of phlegm stuck in the trachea, and as an imperial physician, there's nothing he can do?

This is too much!
Wan Zhen'er took a chopstick and cautiously came to Empress Dowager Sun's bed.

She first wiped the cold sweat off her forehead, and then went to break the Queen Mother's mouth, but felt very strenuous.

Wang Sizu couldn't help but said: "The empress dowager's blood is surging, her teeth are closed tightly, you can't break it like this!"

Zhu Qizhen glared at him: "Since you know, why don't you help?"

"Yes Yes!"

Only then did Wang Sizu stand up, took two steps forward, then pinched the Queen Mother Sun's jaw, and with a slight force, his mouth opened.

Wan Zhen'er held the chopsticks and was about to stab her down, but...

She just saw this method mentioned in the book, but she hadn't tried it herself. Now that Queen Mother Sun's life was at stake, she was even more afraid to do it.

Wang Sizu was so anxious that he was sweating, and said: "Girl, please hurry up, we can't delay any longer."

Wan Zhen'er became even more nervous, her hands were shaking all the time, and she said, "I, I dare not..."

"What's wrong with that?"

Impatient, Wang Sizu snatched the chopsticks from her hand and stabbed at Empress Dowager Sun's throat.

(End of this chapter)