Daming: the Bear Child of the Yongle Family

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Zhu Gaoyu looked up at Zhu Di with a little speechlessness.

I can't help but slander in my heart, it is because you said this to the second child that the second child is bent on taking the throne...

how?

Do you think it's not enough to fight for the throne now?

How dare you say that!

This old man...

Zhu Di naturally didn't know what Zhu Gaoyu was thinking. He looked at Zhu Gaoyu's little face lovingly, and then took Zhu Gaoyu in his arms.

"For today's matter, Dad has to thank you."

If not for Zhu Gaoyu's brave army to come to support, I am afraid that this time the Ming army will suffer heavy losses on the riverside!

Thanks to this little boy!

Zhu Di's low and old voice sounded above Zhu Gaoyu's head.

Zhu Gaoyu hid in Zhu Di's arms and said comfortably,

"This is what a son should do."

Zhu Di touched his head, a little tiredness in his voice,

"Dad did this because he wanted to lay something for you at the end."

Zhu Gaoyu was stunned when he heard the words, and looked at Zhu Di with a complicated expression.

Does the old man know that his time is running out?

Is this a last word?

Zhu Gaoyu pondered for a moment, then raised a childlike smile towards Zhu Di, patted his chest and said,

"Father, do your best, and your son and brothers will guard the rear for you!"

Hearing Zhu Gaoyu's words, Zhu Di's eyes suddenly turned red, he rubbed Zhu Gaoyu's little head again, and then took Zhu Gaoyu back into his arms and didn't speak again.

Zhu Zhan stood in the distance, looked at the wounded soldiers lying outside the tent, and then looked at Zhu Di and Zhu Gaoyu and his son who had decided to continue fighting, and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

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cabinet.

Yang Shiqi was holding the book and looked a little anxious.

"The wind and rain came too early this year, and the luggage could not be sent."

"what should we do?!"

Everyone sighed when they heard this.

Due to the rain recently, the situation on the front line is not as optimistic as imagined, and the rear is looking at chaos...

"Cough, cough."

A suppressed cough came from outside the cabinet, and everyone looked up at the sound.

The prince opened the door with a pale face and walked in.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the nervous eyes of everyone staring at him, and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, and immediately walked forward and said eagerly,

"what happened?"

"What happened?"

Yang Shiqi looked at the prince and shook his head, then handed over the book in his hand,

"The three divisions of Oara, Wuliangha, and Tatar have been united."

"It has been raining heavily over there for a month."

"The three of them are not rash, they just keep sending troops to fight."

"Our army will not be able to withdraw for a while."

"The casualties are high."

Hearing this, the hand of the prince holding the booklet has been shaking under control.

Yang Shiqi sighed slightly,

"Arutai's cavalry sent people to guard the food route, and it is difficult to send the baggage up."

"The Ministry of War wants to discuss a method of withdrawing troops. Now I will ask the prince for instructions."

Baggage can not be sent?

Has it gotten so bad?

The prince looked at the book in his hand in disbelief, his pale face flushed red, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Everyone was shocked and rushed forward to support the fainted prince.

"Pass the Imperial Physician!"

"quick!"

"Hurry up and tell the imperial doctor!"

After the imperial doctor's diagnosis and treatment, everyone sent the prince back to the East Palace, and San Yang took the imperial doctor who was treating the prince and turned around and entered a side room.

Yang Shiqi pulled the imperial doctor to sit down with Li, looking very anxious,

"How is the condition of the prince?"

The imperial doctor glanced at the three of them, then shook his head and sighed, and handed the prescription in his hand to Yang Shiqi.

"The prince's yang is hyperactive and yin is deficient, and the qi and blood are deficient."

"He's got thirst."

"Day and night have been reversed recently."

"I knew it as soon as I reached out."

"Even if the gods came, it would be difficult to transfer him back."

The three of them were shocked when they heard the words. Yang Pu pulled the imperial doctor and said eagerly,

"Mr. Mo, you are the old immortal of this dynasty, and the Imperial Hospital is headed by you."

"At this time, our country is at war."

"The six hundred li expedited military report, we must read it when we arrive, and we must discuss it when we arrive."

"The military newspaper can't stay overnight!"

"The Crown Prince is in debt, we know it, but we don't dare to guarantee the responsibility of delaying the military plane!"

After Yang Pu finished speaking, Yang Rong took the words with a worried look.

"Mr. Mo, the three of us were ordered in a critical situation. What are we fighting for? Logistics and supplies."

"In the absence of the emperor, the crown prince is the highest official, and there must be no mistakes made by the prince!"

Mr. Mo shook his head and sighed slightly,

"I also know the benefits here. It's not a year or two for me to see a doctor for the crown prince."

"He is no longer something that medicine stones can handle."

When everyone heard this, they all looked at Mr. Mo with a worried look. Mr. Mo sighed and shook his head and said,

"The prince's body is exhausted."

"If it is more conditioning, it will take more time."

"If you are still worrying like this now, then big things are at hand!"

The three suddenly looked at each other.

At this time, Yang Shiqi suddenly looked up at Mr. Mo,

"Mr. Mo, can I keep this pulse case?"

Mr. Mo hurriedly waved his hand with a serious expression,

"No!"

"The prescriptions prescribed by the Taiyuan Hospital to the close relatives of the royal family should be presented to the emperor as soon as possible. You should use them and copy them yourself."

Mr. Mo said, raising his hand to grab the prescription in Yang Shiqi's hand.

Yang Shiqi's eyes were quick, and he quickly put away the prescription without leaving a trace.

"Let's represent it."

Mr. Mo was taken aback.

Yang Shiqi helped Mr. Mo to stand up and said,

"It's evil under the rain over there."

"We will put these major events in the military newspaper and present them together, so it will be faster."

Mr. Mo hesitated with some worry,

"It's not good!"

Yang Shiqi waved his hand,

"The three of us also have the responsibility of supervising the country, so we can't delay."

After he finished speaking, he gave Yang Pu a wink.