Zhu Yuanzhang can see my dreams

Chapter 320: Blood Test Fake
Zhu Yuanzhang ranked Tang He first among the marquises in order to let the others who were not granted the title of duke take a look.

Unless your contribution is greater than Tang He's.

Otherwise just shut up and accept your reward.

So when Tang He heard the promise Zhu Yuanzhang made to him, he hurried to express his gratitude.

The two were just feeling happy when they received an urgent message from Deputy General Mu Ying.

Deng Yu, Duke of Wei and General Zhengxi, fell ill on his way back from the capital, and his condition became increasingly serious. There was no time for the military doctors to treat him, and it was feared that he would not live long.

Zhu Yuanzhang and Tang He were chatting and laughing just now, but they were a little confused after hearing the message from Mu Ying.

Zhu Yuanzhang sat on the steps, somewhat dazed.

Mu Ying described it this way in his report, and it is very likely that it is more serious than what he described.

At the beginning, Wang Buli proposed to go to Qinghai-Tibet and other places to fight, and not to choose a commander who was too old.

Deng Yu was only forty years old, in the prime of his life. How could he suddenly become seriously ill?
This reminded him of Chang Yuchun, who also died suddenly in the army at the age of forty, leaving no time for military doctors to perform their duties.

Tang He's heart skipped a beat. Returning victorious from the expedition to the northwest should have been a very happy thing, so why did he suddenly fall ill after the battle?

"Dad, let's send the imperial physician over there."

Zhu Biao whispered a reminder from the side.

"Well, you go ahead and do it."

Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand. He looked a little bored, as if God didn't want him to be happy for too long.

In many cases, he suddenly received bad news before he could even have a chance to be happy.

Even though he became emperor, fate still played tricks on him.

"Your Majesty, should we send the Prince Consort's father to take a look?"

Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned at first, then waved his hand and said, "The best skill of our in-laws is to cut open the abdomen and remove the lesion, forget about the rest."

As expected, Zhu Yuanzhang didn't have to wait too long, and Mu Ying's second report arrived.

Deng Yu died of illness when he reached Shouchun.

Upon hearing the news, Zhu Yuanzhang burst into tears and ordered a three-day suspension of court sessions. He also posthumously conferred the title of King of Ninghe on Deng Yu, with the posthumous name of Wushun, and had his portrait hung in the Taimiao for sacrifices.

Before Deng Yu's coffin arrived, Zhu Yuanzhang called Wang Buli over.

He pointed to a vacant lot around his mausoleum, which was the Yuhua Terrace: "Select a burial site for the Duke of Weiguo right here, and supervise the process as soon as possible."

It was the first time that Wang Buli participated in such an activity. Although he did not have to attend court, all the ministers tied white belts around their waists to show their sadness.

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty, I will take care of this matter."

Zhu Yuanzhang patted Wang Buli on the shoulder, but ultimately said nothing.

When it comes to matters of life and death, do your best and leave the rest to fate!

Wang Buli, together with the Minister of Works Xue Xiang and the Director of the Imperial Observatory Gu Jiangzhi, conducted the survey. After selecting the acupuncture point, they immediately dispatched personnel to start the construction.

This Ming Dynasty tomb is of a duke level and is also made of blue bricks.

So Wang Buli has been watching the burial site these days, and his third son Deng Duo has followed him as well, his face full of grief.

Wang Buli investigated Deng Yu and found out that his eldest son, who inherited the title, was Li Shanchang's granddaughter and was implicated and killed.

As for the second son Deng Ming, he followed Mu Ying to Yunnan to fight and died in the army.

However, Deng Duo's son was adopted by his eldest brother to continue the bloodline, and he regained the title during the Jiajing period.

"Thank you, Prince Consort, for taking care of my father's burial."

Deng Duo was in mourning and still couldn't eat.

The eldest son went to welcome his father's coffin in person, the second son received it at home, the third son stayed here to guard it, and the other sons were still young.

"Prince Ninghe died for his country, and we are doing these things for him after his death under His Majesty's orders. How dare we not be attentive?"

Wang Buli pushed the food in front of Deng Duo:

"Eat a little. When your father comes back, he will be busy. If you lose your composure due to long-term malnutrition, it will be embarrassing for your father in front of everyone."

Deng Duo nodded when he heard this, then picked up the food and ate it voraciously.

When Zhu Yuanzhang conferred honors on his meritorious officials, he rewarded Deng Yu with 150 households to guard the graves. He never thought that they would be put to use so soon.

The treatment of grave keepers was good compared to other civilians, and they were not untouchables, and they were exempted from certain taxes and labor service.

Therefore, they were objects of envy in the early Ming Dynasty. Some people even wanted to impersonate others. Until more and more cases happened, Zhu Yuanzhang found out about it. He ordered that anyone who did not meet the requirements to become a grave keeper would be severely punished.

When Deng Yu's coffin returned to Nanjing, Zhu Yuanzhang went to greet it in person.

To be honest, this was the first time that Wang Buli saw Zhu Yuanzhang crying bitterly, and he didn't know how much of his emotion was real.

In short, since the emperor was so sad, his ministers would naturally be sad as well.

Wang Buli mingled in the crowd and looked at the surrounding environment, seeming a little out of place.

To be honest, he was not familiar with Deng Yu. They had only met once, when they got married.

The escorting troops had already hung up white flags, and they carried Deng Yu's coffin back to Nanjing City for parking.

To be honest, Wang Buli faintly smelled a foul odor. It would be difficult to preserve a corpse in the middle of summer.

Even if we get a lot of ice, the journey is long and it will take a long time.

The craftsmen worked in shifts day and night, but the scale of a "prince's" tomb could not be completed in a short period of time, not to mention the need to carve stone men and horses.

We will have to stay in the Duke of Weiguo's mansion for some time.

When Wang Buli looked at the remains, his eyes suddenly widened.

It looks like it has been treated with mercury for anti-corrosion!
So he walked faster and left the coffin.

Only when I got outside the hall did I dare to take a long breath.

Just now, Zhu Yuanzhang spoke for a long time, and Wang Buli once again admired Zhu Yuanzhang's strong physical fitness.

As Deng Yu's son-in-law, the King of Qin was specially allowed by Zhu Yuanzhang to be among the crowd of family members and express his gratitude to everyone.

However, the fifth brother Zhu Su, who was following behind Wang Buli, looked at Wang Buli's expression and said in a low voice:
"Brother-in-law, what did you mean just now?"

"It's nothing, it's not because of the taste." Wang Buli also lowered his voice and said: "Mercury is poisonous and not good for the human body."

"That's also a dead person."

"No." Wang Buli lowered his shoulders slightly and said to Zhu Su:
"Do you think this thing has no effect on living people? You are a medical student after all."

Zhu Su's eyes suddenly widened.

He still lacks knowledge in this area.

Otherwise, why do medical students continue to supplement their studies?

After the mourning period was over, Zhu Su was arranged to marry the daughter of Feng Sheng, Duke of Song, by Zhu Yuanzhang.

A group of veterans gathered together and sighed. They thought Deng Yu was very young, but who would have thought that he would die of illness.

"Duke Wei, this matter is truly sad." Duke Song Feng Sheng sighed.

"Life and death are determined by fate. No matter how young or old you are, whoever the King of Hell wants to die will die!"

As the youngest duke, Duke Chang Mao of Zheng had no feelings at all about Deng Yu's death.

He didn't fight his way to the top with these veterans, but was able to become a Duke at a young age thanks to his father's influence.

Feng Sheng didn't want to bother with his son-in-law. It was bad enough that the boy was arrogant and domineering, but he hadn't learned even one tenth of his father's skills.

Moreover, Chang Mao has a very low emotional intelligence, and everyone doesn't want to argue with him for the sake of his father.

To the extent that this kid feels more and more that he is very powerful, even the veterans have to give him three points.

Therefore, he always requested to fight against the Mongols, but was suppressed by Zhu Yuanzhang.

Who made Chang Yuchun die early?
"Go, call Prince Consort Wang here. I have something I want to ask you."

Duke of Korea Li Shanchang ordered his son to do the job.

So Wang Buli, who was explaining to Lao Wu the harm of mercury to living people, was called into the side hall.

"Buli, sit down, sit down."

Li Shanchang called Wang Buli over and said bluntly: "You have just met the Duke of Weiguo, but have you figured out the cause of his death?"

"what?"

Wang Buli thought that he knew a little about forensic medicine, but he was not a real forensic doctor.

"The Korean gentleman overestimates the boy, but I can't see that from my point of view.

If we want to find out the cause of the disease, we have to dissect the body, but in order to keep the body from decaying, it is filled with mercury, so even if the body is dissected, it is difficult to determine the cause of the disease. "

Everyone listened to Wang Buli's words and nodded secretly.

In fact, Deng Yu’s sudden death made them very worried, just like Chang Yuchun’s last time.

"But I can explain a little bit why many generals don't live long."

Hearing this, everyone's ears perked up and stared at Wang Buli. "We are all veterans of the battlefield. Few people can avoid being injured and bleeding." Wang Buli patted his body:
"The amount of flesh and blood that a person can reproduce in his lifetime is limited. When you are young, it is not a problem and you can suppress it. But when you are a little older, it is easy for various diseases caused by hidden injuries to appear.

In addition, once you become a commander-in-chief, you will have to command tens of thousands of troops in one battle.

Worrying about the eating, drinking, defecating and urinating of so many people, as well as judging the movements of the enemy, and making the most timely battlefield judgments.

It was common to not sleep for a whole day and a night, not to mention that some commanders often did not sleep for several days and nights in order not to miss timely battlefield news.

If you win the battle, the fatigue and joy will be released all at once, and your body will easily become weak.

In this case, your body will not be able to withstand it and will be easily bullied by external energy.

Once you encounter a minor illness, it can trigger a hidden disease in your body, turning it into a serious illness that is very difficult to cure.”

Wang Buli tried his best to give examples in words that they could understand.

"So my father died early because a minor illness triggered a hidden disease in his body?"

Listening to Chang Mao's speech, Wang Buli nodded slightly:

"From the perspective of physical health, this inference is extremely normal. For example, a small breeze can cause your heart to suddenly stop beating, and it would be difficult to save it."

Faced with this kind of "expertise", no one refuted Wang Buli's words.

They have been doctors for generations, so what they said makes a lot of sense.

Even if what Wang Buli said was just nonsense.

“So this is why generals tend to get sick more easily when they get older.” Wang Buli shook his head again:

"Even young people can't stand it, such as champion Hou Huo Qubing."

Everyone was silent again.

"I have heard that you have some health-preserving methods. Could you teach me a thing or two?"

Li Shanchang had heard that many people in the palace were practicing the health-preserving method taught by Wang Buli, and that there was even a set in the Imperial College. However, due to the students' random teaching, the original version could no longer be seen.

"I think Mr. Hanguo is a long-lived person, so he doesn't need to practice."

Xu Da and others looked at Wang Buli. The implication was that these generals obviously would not live as long as Li Shanchang.

Hearing this, Li Shanchang's eyes lit up and he quickly asked, "Are you serious, Prince Consort?

Don't trick me into coming here!"

Wang Buli also smiled and said: "Duke Hanguo is so old that he doesn't need to work, and he doesn't need to worry about anything. He can live a good life and even have more children.

In his early years, Duke Han Guo was not the kind of man who would carry a knife to the battlefield to kill people. After retiring, he has been enjoying his old age. His children and grandchildren are filial, so it is a foregone conclusion that he will live a long life.

If the other veteran generals want to practice replenishing their own blood and qi, they can practice the health-preserving method of Ba Duan Jin, combining work and rest."

Li Shanchang agreed with Wang Buli's words in the first half, but when he heard about his children being filial, he became a little unhappy.

Now that his son has grown up and he no longer has any authority, he can't control them at all.

Li Shanchang was a little worried.

And it is even more distressing to live long enough to see your descendants ruin the family business.

"Hahaha." It was Xu Da who laughed first:
“As expected, people who use their brains live longer. People like me who use knives don’t care about the blood we shed in our early years.

According to what the Prince Consort said, he lost a lot of blood and essence when he was young, and he can’t supply it when he’s old.”

Chang Mao suddenly asked, "What if we use blood to replenish blood?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment. If this was possible, how many of them would care about human lives!
"That's impossible."

"Even blood of blood relatives is not allowed?"

Wang Buli immediately retorted: "Duke Zheng's knowledge of medicine is extremely superficial, so he has such an idea. Even the blood of blood relatives cannot be mixed. It will kill people."

"How, is that possible!" If it weren't for the fact that Wang Buli was favored by the emperor, Chang Mao would have started scolding him long ago according to his arrogant and domineering nature.

"According to what you said, the blood test is fake."

"Yes, it's fake."

Now even Xu Da could no longer sit still. He stood up and stared at Wang Buli who was sitting firmly on the chair:
"Although we know that you have skills in practicing medicine, you can't say such things casually."

"Duke Wei, let's not talk about how I can make you and Duke Han both real father and son. Even if your children are not compatible with you, it is not certain that they can be compatible with you. This is medical science, not something I just say."

After Wang Buli finished speaking, he also stood up and said, "The food will be ready in a while. Before we start, I might as well open your eyes. I'll show you that people who are not related by blood can recognize each other by dropping blood."

"Go, go, go."

Xu Da and others expressed their desire to open their eyes quickly.

Wang Buli ordered someone to run to the pharmacy and get alum.

Then ask someone to prepare a few bowls of water.

"Who is willing to do this experiment, even if it requires cutting a finger?"

Chang Mao didn't believe Wang Buli's big move, so he said, "Let me try."

Then he took out a dagger and cut his finger, and the liquid dripped between the two bowls.

Wang Buli looked around again and said, "Come a few more people. There are enough bowls anyway."

"We have lost so much blood on the battlefield, we are not afraid of this little bit of blood."

Xu Da also became interested and wanted to take the dagger from Chang Mao, but Wang Buli stopped him: "Just prick it with a needle, so that everyone doesn't have to share a dagger."

Then everyone watched as the two drops of blood dropped by Chang Mao and Xu Da did not mix in one bowl, but mixed in the other bowl.

"what?"

“It really came together.”

Chang Mao was even more confused. He was sure that his biological mother had absolutely no relationship with Xu Da.

Wang Buli saw Chang Mao's shock and smiled: "I added medicine to this bowl of water, even a drop of chicken blood can be mixed in."

Then he asked the servant of Deng's house to get a bowl of chicken blood. Wang Buli picked up some chicken blood with a feather and dripped it into the bowl, and they still mixed together.

“It’s all integrated.”

Li Shanchang had already believed most of it, and Feng Sheng was also pinching his beard with a look of shock on his face.

Then, unable to control his curiosity, Li Shanchang also took his son to do a "paternity test"!
The result is that it doesn't blend at all.

Wang Buli said to the group, "According to my current understanding, close relatives do not necessarily have the same blood type.

Even if the parents have the same blood type, their children, including brothers, may not necessarily have the same blood type.

Li Shanchang immediately caught the loophole in Wang Buli's words:
"Prince Consort, how do you determine that everyone has different blood types?"

It's over.

Wang Buli felt that it could be determined with the help of test tubes.

But he also needs serum and the like, but he doesn't know how to make it.

"I don't know." Wang Buli spread his hands and said, "I saw it in ancient books, but this theory is not accepted by the world.

Because blood test is a consensus among everyone to confirm the blood relationship. "

"Then if the woman had a child born from an affair, there would be no way to judge it?"

"That's the case for now."

"Weird."

Li Shanchang stroked his beard. He was sure that his eldest son was his biological son because he looked very much like him when he was a child, and his eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to his when he grew up.

It was the blood incompatibility that made Li Qi very nervous, and he almost felt that he was not his biological son.

How could the future Duke inherit on his own?
"Dad, I'm your biological son!"

"I know." Li Shanchang scolded Li Qi angrily: "Didn't you listen to what your brother-in-law said just now?"

Li Qi breathed a sigh of relief, but was a little angry at herself for losing her composure.

It’s because Wang Buli told these things nonsense.

But Li Qi reacted and realized that it was a good thing that he listened to Wang Buli's speech today.

Otherwise, if someone suspects in the future that he is not his father's biological son and makes a blood test to identify him, then he won't be able to explain himself.

"It's hard to judge this blood test." Li Shanchang narrowed his eyes again:

"I heard that there is also a method of identifying relatives by dropping bones. It is said that Meng Jiangnu found the remains of her late husband through this method."

To make this kind of judgment, one must have experienced both life and death.

It’s hard to judge while alive.

Wang Buli looked at the curious eyes of the crowd and said frankly: "It's fake, and it's also a rumor."

When King Wu Zhu Su witnessed all this, his eyes were filled with shock. It turned out that he still had a lot to learn.

(End of this chapter)