Daming Zhu Di: Father, why aren't you dead? !

Chapter 47 The Death of Xuanzong
"Cough, cough, cough...!"

Zhu Zhanji's pupils trembled, he covered his throat, and coughed frantically.

When he finally calmed down, he raised his head abruptly, and what caught his eyes was a resolute face like a knife cut. He looked very handsome, but his beard was a bit sloppy.

Without waiting for Zhu Zhanji to speak.

Ji Boying raised his hand and placed it on Zhu Zhanji's forehead, which felt hot to the touch.

"Sure enough, I guessed it right."

"It was almost too late."

The cause of Xuanzong Zhu Zhanji's death has always been a mystery in history. There is no definite conclusion, and there are many analyzes in later generations.

Why would an emperor in his prime die suddenly?

According to historical records, Zhu Zhanji, Emperor Xuanzong of the Ming Dynasty, became ill on the 21st of the twelfth lunar month of the ninth year of Xuande, and died on the third day of the first lunar month of the tenth year of Xuande. From the onset of illness to his death, it only lasted a short thirteen days.

But one thing is certain, this is definitely an acute illness.

Because in the ninth year of Xuande, that is, three months before Zhu Zhanji's illness, Zhu Zhanji went to the northern border to patrol the border with a large number of civil and military personnel. If there is a physical problem, Zhu Zhanji will never force himself to patrol the border, which is of little significance.

Regarding the cause of Zhu Zhanji's death, later generations generally have the following speculations.

The first is to die from overwork.

However, this one is also the most unbelievable one. Sudden death from overwork only happened in an instant, and it took Zhu Zhanji [-] days from the onset of illness to his death. It is obviously impossible to die suddenly.

Moreover, the Sanyang cabinet during the Xuande period was extremely mature. Except for the military and state affairs that had to be decided by the emperor, some ordinary court affairs were negotiated by Sanyang.

The second is death by poisoning.

The school of thought that puts forward this statement has two branches.

The first one is about taking longevity pills. The so-called pills in ancient times are heavy metals. There is no difference between taking pills and poisons, but Zhu Zhanji is more indifferent to life and death than ordinary emperors.

In the will he left before his death, he said such a sentence: "It is common sense for a husband to die and live, to shorten the fixed number."

The gist of this is that life and death are inevitable, and lifespan is also predestined. To put it in plain English, life and death are determined, and wealth depends on heaven.

Such a person who is open-minded about life and death, how could he eat pills as a meal, and there has never been any historical records that Zhu Zhanji pursued longevity wholeheartedly, and basically ruled out the theory of poisoning by taking pills.

The other is to focus on the fact that Zhu Zhanji likes to play with the stove. The Xuande stove that has been passed down through the ages is the masterpiece of Zhu Zhanji's personal supervision.

But Zhu Zhanji likes to play with stoves, but doesn't he like to eat stoves, and can he play himself to the point of heavy metal poisoning?

Therefore, there is no basis for poisoning death.

The third type is death due to lust.

It is even more nonsense to put forward this statement. Although Zhu Zhanji has fourteen concubines in name, in fact there are only a few who are favored, and the others are basically guarding vacant rooms. This can be seen from the number of his children.

What's more, Zhu Zhanji is a rare anti-pornography emperor in history. He feels that these things are not worthy of the righteousness of the Ming Dynasty.

Fourth, family genetic diseases.

The number of people who support this point of view is the largest. Some say that the root of the disease came from Zhu Yuanzhang, some said it came from Zhu Di, and some said it started from Zhu Gaochi. If you don’t look far away, just look at Zhu Gaochi’s ten sons. The average life expectancy is 34 years old.

In this way, Zhu Zhanji is still above the average.

But there is also a problem, because Zhu Zhanji's other brothers died in a different way from him.

If it is a strict family recessive genetic disease, then everyone is a brother, and the way of death should be similar.

There is no definite evidence for any of these four claims, but relatively speaking, family hereditary diseases are more convincing.

Of course, there is actually a fifth type: patrolling the border and getting sick.

During the border patrol in the ninth year of Xuande, the northern border was already very cold, and patrolling the border was not a comfortable thing. In ancient times, even if you had a cold and a fever, if it was not treated in time, it would gradually develop into a serious illness.

It is very likely that Zhu Zhanji was already ill after returning from patrolling the northern border, but the illness was mild, and he was strong and healthy, so he didn't care about it until the 21st of the twelfth lunar month in the ninth year of Xuande, when a sudden gust of wind broke out.

For these five guesses.

In fact, Ji Boying didn't believe in any of them, he only believed in what he saw in front of him and a few words he grasped from the historical materials: qi and blood fever.

This is one of the few descriptions in Ming history about Zhu Zhanji's illness, just a few words.

"Master Xian, how is Zhanji?"

Old Zhu Di looked at his grandson, who was nearly forty years old, and his appearance was very different from what he remembered.

Growing a beard, the playfulness on his body completely disappeared, replaced by the majesty of a mature emperor.

"The medicine I gave him can temporarily suppress the fever in his body."

Angong Niuhuang Pill, the holy medicine of traditional Chinese medicine for treating acute and severe fever, if anyone had such a pill in their family during the epidemic, it should be offered as a treasure.

Although Ji Boying is not a doctor, he can tell from Zhu Zhanji's general weakness, his eyelids that are not covered, and his hot forehead that it is a fever.

So Ji Boying immediately fed Zhu Zhanji Angong Niuhuang Wan.

As for acute illness, as long as it can be suppressed, it can be saved, but if it cannot be suppressed, it can only be over.

"grandfather?"

"Spiritual Master?"

Zhu Zhanji's slightly confused mind became even more confused.

Could it be that he was burned out? !

Is this a dream?

wrong…

Zhu Zhanji was taken aback suddenly, because he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his body, and there were faint signs of retreating.

He remembered Du Tong's words from Imperial Hospital: As long as your majesty's fever subsides, I will find a way to make your majesty healthy. If the fever persists, even Hua Tuo is alive, there is no way to recover.

Everyone wants to live, especially the emperor.

Even though Zhu Zhanji was the one among the emperors who took life and death lightly, he still wanted to live on.

At this moment, Zhu Zhanji didn't even have time to think about why the emperor's grandpa appeared, who was this immortal master who was dressed in strange clothes and gave him some kind of pills, so he just shouted loudly.

"Du Tong!"

After yelling, Zhu Zhanji panted heavily, and his forehead began to sweat.

He had a fever for [-] days and didn't break a sweat, but now, he started sweating!

Just a few minutes.

The old man Du, who had been waiting in the side hall of the Qianqing Palace, quickly entered the Qianqing Palace. This old imperial doctor who entered the Imperial Hospital during the Yongle period and served three generations of Ming emperors was sweating profusely and his face was pale. He subconsciously thought that Zhu Zhanji was going to die.

Focusing only on Zhu Zhanji, in a panic, he didn't notice the existence of old Zhu Di and Ji Boying at all, and quickly came to Zhu Zhanji's imperial presence.

When he saw that Zhu Zhanji was sweating on his forehead and the fever was subsiding, his eyes were straightened.

"Miracle, miracle!"

"It's saved! Your Majesty is saved!"

Without any hesitation, Du Tong took out his medicine box and wanted to give Zhu Zhanji an injection.

"What are you doing in a daze, pass me the needle."

As soon as the words came out, a needle was handed over with one hand.

Huh?Why is this hand so old, it doesn't look like an eunuch's!
Du Tong subconsciously turned his head to look, and met the eyes of old Zhu Di, and the air froze suddenly.

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