Yu Jun

Dr. Li was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses - before the emperor's condition was known, the King of Wei wanted to hide it from the crown prince in the East Palace.

If you can't hide it, you can also take the opportunity to see how long the prince's hand stretches out in the forbidden palace.

After saluting the King of Wei, he stood on the porch in wet clothes, shivering from the cold and with runny nose. He quietly took out a piece of dried ginger from his sleeve pocket and put it into his mouth.

The king of Wei put his hands in his sleeves and looked to the east. He saw that the snow was getting heavier, and the pieces were like mats. They were piled on the flying beasts not far away, fell on the Jialiang, and spread on the sundial.

His mind was completely empty. No conspiracy or calculation could emerge at this time. There was only a heart that secretly jumped into his throat. When he opened his mouth, it would roll out.

If His Majesty is not depressed tonight, the clan members and civil servants he relies on will be vulnerable to orthodoxy.

The only thing that can compete with orthodoxy is military power.

His choice was not wrong, he needed the Mo family.

Turning around, he asked an acquaintance of the chamberlain to keep an eye on the outside of the Wenzheng Palace before turning and entering the palace.

In the hall, the dean of the Taiyuan Hospital, the judge of the left hospital, and an imperial doctor were taking turns to check the pulse. He bent down and picked up the military newspaper and the two confessions, and handed them to Zhang Zongfeng: "Please keep the offerings."

Zhang Gongfeng looked at the emperor on the imperial couch, took the thing with his hand, and put it into his sleeve without thinking. As soon as he put it into his sleeve, he realized what he was doing and his face turned pale.

He quickly took it out, walked to the court in three steps, and placed the confession and military report on the case.

When he turned back to the bedside, the three imperial doctors had already checked his pulse. King Wei asked from the side: "How is it?"

The hospital envoy, the court judge, and the imperial doctor all had the same pulse report. The hospital envoy replied: "Your Majesty's pulse is like a flood. It waxes and wanes. This is because of the blazing evil heat. I have had this symptom every time I asked for pulse in the past four days. I have used it." After using the decoction to support the righteousness, His Majesty just suffered from evil heat and fainted. He only needs a little care and will be fine."

King Wei's cold hands gradually began to feel, and his heart that was in his throat rolled back into his chest. Afterwards, he realized that he was covered in sweat: "When will Your Majesty wake up?"

The envoy of the hospital said: "The official will perform acupuncture now to draw out the evil heat."

The court judge opened the medicine box and took out the silver needle. The court envoy administered the needle to invigorate the body. Within a moment, the emperor woke up with an "ouch".

The confusion in King Wei's mind finally turned to fear at this moment. He fell to his knees, walked forward on his knees, held the emperor's cold hand with tears in his eyes, and cried: "Your Majesty... Daddy!"

The envoy pulled out the needle and stepped back. The emperor's eyes fell on King Wei and subconsciously said: "I have failed."

Although this game of chess had not yet been finally settled, he had already seen a glimpse of failure.

Mo Lingfeng crushed all obstacles with his extraordinary patience, planning and ruthlessness.

King Wei didn't hear clearly: "What does your Majesty want?"

Zhang Gongfeng thought that the emperor wanted water, so he hurriedly came over and helped the emperor to sit down halfway. A small chamberlain held a cup of tea and knelt down to bring it to the emperor's mouth. The emperor lowered his head and drank half of the cup. After breathing for a while, he looked around and saw the imperial doctor. After leaving the side hall, he said: "Second brother, go and burn the confessions and military reports."

The King of Wei was stunned for a moment, then got up, walked to the imperial court, picked up the confession and the military report, turned and walked to the incense burner in the corner. The servant opened the lid of the burner, and he threw it into the fire.

The fire burst into flames and green smoke came out. King Wei bent down and stretched his head, watching the bamboo paper burn to ashes. He signaled the servant to cover the furnace lid and returned to the emperor's bed: "Your Majesty, it has been burned."

The emperor nodded: "Who is staying at Hanlin Garden?"

After saying that, he remembered that the three bachelors of Hanlin Garden, Wu Jin and He Feng, were all in Yushitai Prison, leaving only Ji Xiang. "It is said that Ji Xiang has come to issue an edict."

Zhang Gongfeng hurriedly walked out of the palace door and called the young chamberlain to deliver the order.

When Ji Xiang arrived, the queen and the prince had also rushed to the Wenzheng Palace. The emperor was no longer lying in bed, but was sitting in front of the imperial desk with a gloomy expression. The charcoal fire in the palace was just right, comfortable and pleasant, but for some reason, it was strangely burning.

He bowed his hands in salute, ignoring the confrontation in the eyes of the Crown Prince and King Wei, and said nothing about the smell of medicine that filled the palace. After the emperor gave him a seat, he sat down cautiously, took the pen from the hand of the chamberlain, and waited for the emperor's orders.

"A country is based on people, and a government is based on talent. Today, Wu Jin, a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, bluntly said this -"

When the emperor said this, he seemed to be gritting his teeth, but when Ji Xiang wrote this, there was light in his eyes.

"How can I doubt that I have lost this loyal minister? I released Wu Jin and restored him to his official position. I am relying on an inhumane person. The prince of Jiyang County does not cultivate the virtues of his ancestors——"

The emperor paused, picked up the tea cup, slowly drank a few sips of tea, suppressed the raging evil fire, and said in a deep voice: "It has caused the people's resentment to boil. I am heartbroken and cannot bear the people to wander in the wilderness. I asked the young minister of Dali Temple The king of Jiyang County was appointed to save the people from water and fire, and to prevent the people from toil, hunger and cold. The civil and military officials inspected their faults, and worked with them to repair them. The three lights were bright, and the people of the world prospered.
Another general humiliated himself as a clown and restricted the three divisions to investigate and deal with the treacherous villain. The returning general Mo Lingfeng will go to court early this morning and mobilize more troops. . "

Ji Xiang was writing quickly. When the emperor said this, he took a deep breath and said, "Go and draft the edict. When the drums sound at the fourth watch tomorrow, Huang Xingxia will be recorded."

Ji Xiang resigned, and the emperor ordered the queen and the prince to return to the palace, and asked the king of Wei to rest in Xiayou Pavilion. The ministers, wives, and sons retreated one after another, leaving the emperor alone in the palace.

Zhang Chongfeng said softly from the side: "Your Majesty, take a rest."

The emperor nodded, stood up and took two steps. Suddenly he felt that the clothes on his body were heavy. He suspected that he was wearing court clothes and couldn't help but lower his head.

There is no imperial attire on the body, there is no white Luo square heart-shaped collar around the neck, and there is no gold and jade belt around the waist. It is just a brown round-necked shirt, light and soft.

Why is it so heavy that I can’t straighten my back?

He opened his arms and asked Zhang Fengfeng to remove his clothes first. When the shirt was taken off, he still didn't feel relaxed.

He walked to the bed, sat down, looked at Zhang Feng kneeling on the ground, and took off his shoes for him. He felt that it was not because of the heavy clothes, but because he was exhausted and heavy physically and mentally.

Looking at the top of Zhang Chongfeng's head, he suddenly asked: "When you first went to Kuanzhou, Xiao Mo was not very old, right?"

Zhang Gongfeng took off his shoes and socks aside, held the emperor's feet, kneaded and beat them, and at the same time replied: "Yes, General Mo was still childish at that time."

The emperor smelled the bitter medicinal gas on his body and said casually: "Xiao Mo has grown up, and I have grown old too."

Zhang Gongfeng's hand movements were slow and unhurried: "Your Majesty will never grow old."

The emperor laughed, the smile did not reach his eyes, and soon became cold: "The year I first ascended the throne, there was a heavy snowstorm in Kyoto, and it was cold even when the charcoal basin was burning. I wanted to burn one more basin of charcoal. They used their diligence and frugality as an excuse. The shirk is endless, but in fact it is just an extra pot of charcoal every day, all the accounts and money have to be recalculated, they just think it is troublesome."

Zhang Gongfeng knew that he was talking about the Ministry of Household Affairs, so he whispered: "Your Majesty is wise, no one can hide it from your Majesty."

The emperor nodded: "I feel like I have a mirror in my heart, but I can't help it. Prince Jiyang heard about it and took out money to buy charcoal and sent it to the palace. Therefore, no matter how confused he is, I can't bear it."

Zhang Gongfeng kept his mouth shut when he thought that the investigation of the Prince of Jiyang was related to government affairs.

The emperor thought for a while, then put his feet back and lay down on the bed, thinking that this round was really a crushing defeat. (End of chapter)