Medicine Girl Jingjing

Chapter 149
Qin Xionghuang glanced at Deng Ying, who murmured, "Qin Hanzi, this time I let you take the lead."

All the military officials who founded the country knew Mr. Crouching Tiger, they all got his strategy and won big battles, and they came forward to ask for his title.

However, several old civil servants from the previous dynasty came out to object, "Although Mr. Crouching Tiger has made great achievements, my dynasty has never granted a king with a different surname. Think twice, Your Majesty."

"When kings with different surnames obtained fiefdoms in various dynasties, later generations had two hearts and turned against each other. Mr. Crouching Tiger is loyal to the country and the army, but there is no guarantee that future generations will be like him."

"Enough! Shut up!" He Dong was furious when he heard the word anti, and shouted, "I have conferred the title of Mr. a hundred times over the years, even if it is a false job, he would not take it, and vowed not to drive the Xiongnu out in this life." No meritorious service will be awarded outside the pass."

The Xuanzheng Hall was silent.Several old civil servants knelt down, their heads almost touching the ground.

"Mr.'s family is still in the village. Mr.'s wife does the housework, cooks and cleans the house. Mr.'s eldest son only earns one or two cents a month to make ends meet. Mr.'s eldest grandson went to Guanli to do small labor when he was eight years old."

He Dong sneered, and said sarcastically: "You enjoy the glory and wealth in Chang'an, and one person attains the Tao, and hundreds of people from your family and wives are born with chickens and dogs."

"I sent a letter to ask Mr. Feng to be a king with a different surname. Mr. Feng's bones were smashed and he couldn't move, but he sent three letters back with a pen to refuse."

"Which one of you can do like Mr., I would like to give you half of the country and give you 22 cities in the Northland!"

All civil and military officials knelt down and said: "Your Majesty, calm down."

"Mr. almost left me this time." Even though He Dong was the supreme iron-blooded man of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

Seeing that He Dong was so moved, all the officials envied Mr. Crouching Tiger's position in his heart.

He Dong suppressed his emotions, and said loudly: "Mr. treats me like this, how can I repay you?"

All the ministers pricked up their ears, and even the palace servants inside and outside the palace and the Imperial Forest Army held their breaths to listen.

He Dong said in a loud voice: "After much deliberation, I made him an official according to Mr.'s wishes, but I didn't want his family to be disappointed in him, and the world to feel cold towards me, so I wrote a few more sentences in the imperial decree, and I will send someone tomorrow Go to Mr.'s house to announce the decree!"

In the lobby of the Lizheng Palace, there are all red sandalwood furniture, antiques of hundreds of years, luxurious and rich.The palace man stood with his hands down, his eyes fixed on him.

Dozens of rich fat aromas mixed in the air, adding some oppression to the dull atmosphere, making it suffocating.

The founding queen, Murong Ying, combed a flying cloud bun, inserted a pair of diamond golden phoenix hairpins in her hair, had an oval face, beautiful brows like clouds, shining almond eyes, bright nose and red lips, yellowish skin and a touch of fragrance powder, dignified and beautiful, sitting in the main seat, Don't be angry.

On both sides of her, seats were given to four first-rank concubines, six second-rank concubines, eight third-rank Jieyu, and the remaining dozen or so fourth-rank beauties and fifth-rank talents were all standing in the hall. Both sides are almost packed.

A palace lady came in, leaned into Murong Ying's ear and told in detail about He Dong's canonization into Mr. Crouching Tiger's family.

There was no sadness or joy on Murong Ying's face, she only smiled when the concubine retreated, ordered the palace servants to prepare He Dong's favorite food and drink, and called Princess He Yiyun to give some instructions.

Sure enough, just before noon, He Dong came to Lizheng Hall, saw his favorite empress and favorite daughter had been waiting for a long time, and prepared his favorite food and drink, he was in a good mood.

Great victory in Qingcheng, great celebration all over the world, but because Mr. Crouching Tiger is critically ill, He Dong is in a very bad mood, wishing to spread his wings and fly thousands of miles away to guard Mr. Crouching Tiger.

Fortunately, God opened his eyes, Mr. Crouching Tiger should not die, his life was saved, and he recovered from his serious injury in a few months.

After half a month of sorrow and sorrow, He Dong got the secret letter in the middle of last night, and finally got the good news.

He Yiyun's appearance followed He Dong's, with a full forehead, thick ink and a high nose, wearing a pomegranate red dress, she was full of heroism, and her voice was as clear as spring water, and said: "Father, I heard that the great hero, Mr. Crouching Tiger, was not dead and was cured! "

He Dong didn't want to pretend to be emotional in front of Murong Ying's mother and daughter, so he nodded excitedly and said, "That's right."

He Yiyun stepped forward and pulled He Dong's sleeve, begging in a low voice: "Father, I heard from my mother that the husband's illness was cured by taking the medicine from the husband's granddaughter. I have a heartfelt request."

He Dong uttered a phrase from his native Lu, and asked, "Girl, have you got another bad idea?"

"Father, this is a good idea, what a bad idea." He Yiyun said coquettishly, "I want to meet Mr. in person and get to know Mr. Granddaughter Great Pharmacist."

He Dong stared and said: "You are an unmarried princess, how can you leave Chang'an and go to the south? Nonsense."

He Yiyun was ten years old this year, and she lowered her head in shame.

"Brother Dong, I asked Yunniang to go." Murong Yingxiu frowned slightly, her lips trembled suddenly, her almond eyes were full of tears, and she choked up, "I did it for our Yang Lang. He is eight years old this year and is about 12 years old. There are only four years left."

After she was canonized as the founding queen, she first gave birth to Princess He Yiyun safely, and after two years of pregnancy, something happened in the late stage of pregnancy, and she gave birth to prince He Yiyang with premature delivery and heavy bleeding.

Her health suffered greatly, and He Yiyang was very weak. When he was three years old, he got a strange disease, which even she couldn't cure.

She had no choice but to beg He Dong to send He Yiyang out of the palace to be taken care of by her master doctor Ding Suran and his wife.

For five years, she only went to see He Yiyang in summer under the guise of escaping the heat.

Just half a year ago, Ding Suran told her that He Yiyang would live to be 12 years old at most.

As a mother, in order to heal her son, she is willing to try any method, at all costs.

He Dong wondered, "What happened to Yang Lang?"

Murong Ying looked resentful, and asked back: "Brother Dong, do you still remember Yang Lang?"

He Dong let out a long sigh, looked at Murong Ying with pity, and said slowly, "Sister Ying, it's not like I haven't thought about our Yang Lang in my heart."

Murong Ying said Ding Suran's words, and said: "If it wasn't for Yang Lang's only four years to live, would I be so anxious to make such a bad plan, let our young Yunniang leave the palace and go to the south land thousands of miles away? "

"Yingmei, you should have told me about this earlier, you shouldn't have to bear the pain alone." He Dong felt heavy.

He has dozens of concubines in the harem, but only two sons, Prince He Yixuan and Prince He Yiyang.

He Yiyang was born to Murongying, the founding queen who helped him win the world.

"I see that you are worried about the affairs of the Northland, and I don't want to add to your pain." Murong Ying took the silk handkerchief He Dong handed over to wipe her tears, and said, "Master said that Yang Lang is too weak to withstand a long journey. I We can only let Yunniang go to Mr. Crouching Tiger's house first, and then decide whether to send Yanglang after Yunniang comes back."

"Father, I am willing to go to the Southland for my younger brother." He Yiyun knelt down and said, "You can do it."

He Dong supported He Yiyun with both hands, and said with emotion: "Mother Yun, get up. Let me think carefully about who is suitable to send with you."

(End of this chapter)