Nongmen ruffian concubine: ploughing the fields, planting buns

Chapter 712
The third brother would rather die than speak, there must be difficulties that cannot be said.

It must be the secret of the royal family to allow the dignified prince to do this.

But Zhao Jian refused to say that apart from being angry, desperate, and not knowing who the enemy was, there were indeed reasons for this.

If he started making a fuss, it might be ugly to track him down, but if the person who attacked him was one of the two above him, it might be useless to track him down.

If there is no evidence, it will only be regarded as having ulterior motives.

Apart from the crown prince, the most qualified to compete for this dragon chair are Han Wang and him.

They are all the three brothers who were descended from the queen.

The crown prince was fat and weak, the king of Han was fond of martial arts, but he, the king of Zhao, was capable of fighting both civil and military.

Only now...

"The prince is kind, but the guilty minister can't go to the middle palace with his appearance."

Zhao Jian let out a miserable laugh, and slowly raised his sad eyes, looking for the direction of Emperor Yongle.

"Retire today!" Emperor Yongle felt a pain in his heart when he saw the expression of the once naughty child, and suddenly ordered, "The affairs of King Zhao must not be leaked or discussed privately."

"Observe the order! Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

Emperor Yongle stood at the bottom of the golden steps, and all three sons knelt at his feet, accepting the worship of the officials.

The officials looked at the Tian family father and son with complicated eyes, then bowed and left. When they left, they only dared to make eye contact and did not dare to say a word.

"Tell the imperial doctor!" Emperor Yongle ordered the inner eunuch.

It didn't take long for Shi, the old hospital of Taiyuan Hospital, to rush over with two imperial doctors, obviously hearing the edict from the inner eunuch to explain the reason.

Sitting on the chair, Zhao Jian was carefully examined by three highly respected doctors. Hearing their heavy breathing, she couldn't help smiling.

"Report to the emperor, the fire poison in King Zhao's body has been detoxified, but the eyes..." The old court official shook his head and sighed, "I have to study and judge the prescription carefully, and dare not prescribe it lightly."

The eyes are the most vulnerable part of a person, and the fire poison hurts the eyes. At present, there is no correct prescription, so we can only grope for it, but King Zhao has a noble status, so he dare not try the medicine lightly.

"Master Envoy, can I invite the genius doctor Meng from Jiaxing..." the imperial doctor at the side suggested in a low voice.

"Alright, but let..." The old court envoy thought for a while to agree, but Zhao Jian interrupted.

"The one who detoxified me is none other than Miracle Doctor Meng." Zhao Jian didn't want to waste a trip to the Imperial Hospital, so he opened his mouth.

"The year before last, there was a grand tour of doctors and consultations with famous doctors. There was nothing available."

After hearing his words, the old courtyard envoy's face turned pale, and his expression became even more dignified.

"Preach the decree, Xuanmeng's genius doctor enters the palace to discuss prescriptions with the Imperial Hospital!" Emperor Yongle issued the decree unwillingly.

Since the poison is solved by a genius doctor, there is no prescription, perhaps because of the limited medicinal materials and medical theory. After all, the Tai Hospital is in charge of the world's famous medicine doctors, and has resources that even a genius doctor does not have.

"When did you get poisoned, why didn't you tell the emperor?" After the imperial physician and others left, Emperor Yongle asked Zhao Jian, with distressed eyes.

He is the emperor, but his son did not return to the court after such an experience, and quietly sought medical treatment among the people?
"The imperial decree was urged repeatedly the year before last, and the criminal officials are using their kung fu to persecute the poison. If they hadn't practiced martial arts since childhood, they would have killed the capital already, or they would have been on their way north."

Speaking of going north, Zhao Jian suddenly chuckled, neither sad nor angry.

"In the early morning of the third day of March the year before last, at the foot of Taiping Mountain in Dezhou, the criminal's car was raided by more than 50 dead men. The fight continued till noon. More than ten guards were killed and more than [-] people were injured."

"If it wasn't for the sinful ministers recuperating in Hangzhou and waiting for Meng Shen's medical prescriptions, life and death in the battle of Dezhou would have been hard to decide. On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, more than 50 dead men raided, if not for the criminal ministers..."

(End of this chapter)