Long live Emperor Wu!

Chapter 49 No one is heartbroken
Princess Jinyang looked around and asked timidly:
"Father...what should I do with this horse? Is it really impossible to ride it? It looks so good-looking, and I can't bear to let it get knifed."

The emperor touched the white horse's mane, sighed and said:

"Let's let it be bred. When the pony is born, it won't take long to choose a good-looking and docile pony for you to ride. The foal will be more suitable for you."

When Princess Jinyang heard this, she immediately became happy, clapped her hands and said:
"Yes, then I'll wait until it gives birth to a pony, pick the most beautiful one, and raise it from an early age. Then it will be mine alone."

The emperor laughed very happily and said meaningfully:
"As expected of my daughter, her understanding is very high. Come on, let's go back and eat."

As he spoke, he clapped his hands, took the toilet towel handed over by the palace maid, wiped his hands, and stretched his hand towards Princess Jinyang, who put her little hand in the emperor's hand.

The father and daughter held hands and walked happily in front. Together with the imperial troops following the emperor, as well as the serving maids and chamberlains, they packed up their belongings and followed in an orderly manner.

Wu Rou and Prince Jin lagged a little behind. She looked at him provocatively and proudly, feeling very proud.

At this time, King Jin was still half a head lower than Wu Rou, but the two were four or five steps away. He just raised his chin slightly and glanced at Wu Rou with the tail of his eyes, which made people feel contempt and disdain. .

Fairy boys despise people, so for people, it is considered auspicious and another kind of favor.

So Wu Rou couldn't feel any disgust, she just felt that she was looked down upon by him, and she felt a little embarrassed.

So she said stubbornly:

"What's wrong?...His Majesty obviously just praised me and taught His Highness a lesson. What? Are you not convinced?"

King Jin said softly and softly in the fresh voice of a young man:
"It's not that I'm unconvinced, it's just that you were so happy to be praised by my father, and you seemed to be thinking a little too much. When he praised you just now, he treated you as a talent, not a concubine."

After saying that, he took the first step and left.

Obviously he didn't roll his eyes, but Wu Rou inexplicably felt the lethality of his eyes and almost vomited blood...

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Another day, with nothing to do, the prince and the king each formed a team to pass the time at the polo field.

Wu Rou and Princess Jinyang stood on the second floor of the observation deck nearby, looking down from the attic window.

The two teams below were all dressed in various colors. Some were wearing guards' light armor, and some were wearing eunuch uniforms. They were racing and competing on the racecourse. They could distinguish between ourselves and the enemy based on the color of the clubs they held.

Among them, the prince's bright yellow clothes and the prince of Jin's too-beautiful bun caught the eye.

The two men were racing horses, and the competition was fierce.

"Brother! Come on!" Princess Jinyang shouted excitedly.

In the flying dust, the prince chased the ball and took the lead. He swung the ball and passed it to his teammates. The ball quickly flew through the crowd and entered King Jin's net.

King Jin lost another goal.

The prince looked up while carrying the club, and saw his sister's disappointed expression, so he smiled and shouted:

"Xi Zi, you are too partial. You only cheer for your ninth brother and not me? Am I not your brother?"

Princess Jinyang puffed up her cheeks, opened the window and replied loudly:
"Brother Prince is already so good, he can win without me cheering!"

The prince's smile became even brighter after hearing this. His three-dimensional and deep facial features made him smile so confidently and intensely, and he said:
"Eldest brother is nine years older than Xiao Jiu. It's natural to win against him. We're just playing, so you don't have to be too anxious."

King Jin held the club in one hand and the reins in the other, and slowly rode his horse to the side of the prince. He stood with him. His posture still showed a quiet and calm temperament. He also shouted to Princess Jinyang:

"Brother Prince is teaching me how to play, don't worry about the score."

Princess Jinyang heard this and tilted her head unhappily without saying a word.

A new round of competition began again.

"My brother is also very good-tempered. He is not in a hurry even when he is beaten by the prince brother. Look... he is still wiping his sweat stupidly." Princess Jinyang said dissatisfied.

Wu Rou covered her robe and laughed out loud, saying:

"Why is he so stupid? Your Highness, Prince Jin, can't show such a stupid expression... Princess, you really want him to win? Aren't the two of you below your brothers?"

Princess Jinyang seemed unable to refute. She grabbed the belt on her chest and twisted it in her hands, then said obediently and guiltily:
"...I hope whoever loses more will win."

Suddenly, the prince's bright yellow figure rushed out from the chaotic crowd of people and moved to the fence on the side.

The palace maids and officials waiting outside were originally standing in line, but they became alert when they saw this. A young eunuch ran to hold the horse for him, while the palace maids hurriedly prepared handkerchiefs and water.

The prince sat on the horse and leaned forward slightly, as if he was a little uncomfortable. When the eunuch took over the reins, and when he turned over and dismounted, his foot suddenly stumbled and he almost fell.

This frightened everyone, many people screamed in surprise, and everyone surrounded him with a roar.

Wu Rou, who was standing on the attic looking down, saw the violent movement of the crowd clearly and asked:
"Princess, do you think the prince is injured? Didn't you see him injured just now?"

Princess Jinyang said:
"I didn't see it either, probably not."

She said and ran down, Wu Rou quickly followed.

Among the crowd, Jin Wang Li Shan immediately ran over on horseback, turned over and jumped off the horse.

When he saw the prince standing there with his knees propped up and bowing for a long time without getting up, he asked:
"Brother, what's wrong with you?" The prince stood up straight, his face a little heavy, but he comforted him with a smile:

"It's okay. I've been feeling numb in my feet lately. I'll just rest for a while and it'll be fine."

King Jin frowned slightly when he heard this and said:
"Have you let the imperial doctor take a look?"

"No...it's too squeamish to call me a doctor when my feet are numb." He waved his hand cheerfully and said, "It's okay. I'll go back and take a rest first. You can play."

As he spoke, he lifted his feet, then his feet went soft and he fell down...

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Inside the Hall of Wude.

Several imperial doctors stood in front of the emperor. Under the emperor's questioning and anxious expression, they could not say a word for a long time.

"Let's talk, so many people have been watching for a long time, what's the conclusion?" The emperor's voice was still patient, intending to appease the emotions of several imperial doctors, hoping to get an answer.

An imperial doctor knelt down directly in front of him and said shamefully:

"I am incompetent. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's right leg has no trace of trauma. I really can't find out the cause and I don't know how to diagnose and treat it."

The emperor's eyes were piercing for a moment, but he did not say a word, but looked at the other one.

The imperial doctor also knelt down in front of him.

This kneeling made him feel cold.

Everyone knows that he doesn't like to see people grovel and kowtow at every turn.

When the doctor knelt down, it meant that the matter was serious.

Sure enough, I heard this person say: "I can't even find out."

Immediately afterwards, one, two, three, and the remaining three or four imperial doctors all knelt down and said that they were incompetent.

The emperor was stunned. He looked at the heads of these imperial doctors. After a while, he asked sharply:
"Why can't it be found out? He is a good person and has not suffered any external injuries. Suddenly he loses feeling in his feet. There must be a reason!"

Several imperial doctors looked at each other, and one of them replied cautiously:
"Your Majesty... maybe the meridians were injured for some reason. It was not due to trauma or poison. It might be related to the serious illness that His Highness suffered a few years ago.

The situation was critical at that time. His Royal Highness had a high fever and had been in coma for a long time. Perhaps he suffered from the sequelae at that time and has now manifested himself. "

The emperor was frightened when he mentioned the disease. At that time, it was difficult to cure with medicine and stone. He even invited monks and Taoists to come, chant sutras, perform rituals and pray for blessings!
"Fart! The prince has been in good health since then!" The emperor couldn't help shouting angrily.

At this time, the prince's voice came over and said:
"Father, don't worry, it's just numbness in your feet. Maybe you'll be fine after a while?"

The emperor turned his head and saw that the prince was smiling and his tone was deliberately understated. Knowing that he was pleading for the doctors, he calmed down his anger slightly and turned around and asked seriously:
"Is there a cure?"

"Let's give it a try, acupuncture combined with decoction, maybe it will really get better over time."

The emperor breathed a sigh of relief, and King Jin felt much relieved after hearing this.

At this time, even though they felt a little uneasy, they still believed that the prince would be fine.

After all, for such a healthy person, he can surely overcome this minor problem.

But who would have expected that a month later, the prince's feet still showed no progress, to the point where it even affected his ability to walk.

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At the court meeting, the civil and military ministers lined up in the court hall. The prince held his legs and limped towards his seat. Every step he took was in the hearts of everyone.

The emperor felt even more uncomfortable as if his heart had been stepped on. He turned his face slightly and looked away, looking down at the court, maintaining his cold dignity and not showing he cared.

Since the prince suffered from foot disease, the emperor added an extra chair and allowed him to sit and listen to the court meeting.

At first, his foot was not too serious, just slightly affected. With the prince's efforts to maintain it, there was almost no difference.

But gradually, his illness became more serious day by day, and everyone saw that he had changed from a high-spirited and upright young man to the cripple he is now, unable to even walk with dignity.

Not heartache is false.

No one will be heartbroken.

The prince gritted his teeth. Feeling the gaze of everyone, he felt the pain of inferiority for the first time. However, his pride and self-esteem made him unable to tolerate such emotions.

So, he took a deep breath, tried to stand up straight, and tried with all his strength to take a normal step, but... he fell over when he lifted his foot.

King Jin, who had been looking at his eldest brother, quickly went up to support him, holding back the tears that were about to burst out, and said lightly:

"Brother, the weather is bad today. Do your feet hurt from walking too much? I'll help you."

The prince raised his head and glanced at him, his eyes heavy, he didn't say a word, he just held his arm tightly, walked over and sat down...

(End of this chapter)