Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1422 Guangmen Lintel

  Xiao Jing couldn't understand such a person, nor could he understand such a thing.

  He was cut and sent to the palace since he was a child.

   Therefore, for him, it is a transaction, a transaction of exchanging a certain part of the body for wealth.

   At this moment, Liu Jian felt even more uncomfortable.

   It would be fine if it was just a white-haired man sending a black-haired man. Seeing his son like this, he couldn't imagine how much pain he had endured during this riddled process.

  Emperor Hongzhi didn't know how to comfort him.

  No matter what you say, the most important thing now is to save Liu Jie.

   Now that he thinks about it, he has met Liu Jie, and Liu Jie was also high-spirited when he was nominated on the Gold List. At that time, this young man gave Emperor Hongzhi a burst of vitality.

   But now...

   It was too shocking.

  If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Emperor Hongzhi would never have imagined that such a person existed in the world.

  The ministers beside him couldn't bear to look at Liu Jie on the couch. They couldn't look directly at him, and they couldn't help feeling ashamed.

  We usually say that we are busy with official duties and work on paperwork, but compared with Liu Jie, how easy are these words to say.

  Only Ouyang Zhi, with no expression on his face and a dull look on his face.

  Fang Jifan personally poured a cup of tea for Emperor Hongzhi, and then poured another cup for Liu Jian. Finally, he held another cup of tea and drank lightly aside.

  Tea is addictive. If you don’t take a sip, you will always feel that the taste is missing.

  Emperor Hongzhi was silent for a long time. Seeing that Liu Jie hadn't woken up, he suddenly looked around and said, "Where is the prince?"

   "This..." Fang Jifan also looked around, just now this guy was still chattering like Mrs. Xianglin, why did he suddenly disappear?

  Fang Jifan said: "Your Majesty, I didn't see him. I guess it was after an operation. His Highness the Crown Prince was exhausted and tired, so he went to rest."

   "Oh." Emperor Hongzhi accepted this explanation, he just nodded, but he had mixed feelings in his heart.

   After a while.

  Zhu Houzhao came in excitedly, and said: "The painting is finished, the painting is finished."

  Everyone looked up and looked at Zhu Houzhao excitedly, with surprise and astonishment.

   "..."

Holding a large piece of paper in his hand, Zhu Houzhao walked like flying, and went directly in front of Emperor Hongzhi. When the large paper was spread out, what was displayed in front of everyone was a sketch of a human body, which was sketched with charcoal and actually had perspective. Effect.

  Zhu Houzhao once spent some days with a group of prisoners of Frangji, and learned Frangji's painting skills from there.

  This perspective drawing of the human body is very realistic, and even the name of the person is prepared. In order to prevent everyone from understanding it, the scarlet word "Liu Jie" was written on it with a cinnabar pen.

Zhu Houzhao pointed to the position of Liu Jie in the painting and said: "Father, look, this is the section near Liu Jie's ventricle. The densely packed place is the blood vessel, here is the sternum, here is the position of the heart, and here...Father Huang... shrapnel are scattered in this area. The big ones are just bigger than rice grains, and the small ones are equivalent to hair strands. The most difficult part of this operation is to be familiar with the structure of the human body. Which position is unusual, where there are traces of shrapnel, and at the same time, you need to be careful not to cut the vital parts of the body, what is this equivalent to... "Zhu Houzhao thought about it, and seriously said:" It is equivalent to the tofu Carved flowers on the top, and the buds need to be only the size of a hair. When Erchen opened his wound, he was startled, and he was not very sure. After taking out a lot of shrapnel, it was no longer possible to determine the position with the naked eye and experience. Now, I can only rely on my feeling, this feeling is strange..."

  Emperor Hongzhi looked down at the painting, frowning in confusion.

  This painting is a mess.

It should be noted that Eastern paintings are completely different from Western paintings. In this era in the West, they still pay attention to realism, while Eastern paintings emphasize artistic conception, so...the brush often draws a few strokes, not paying attention to being invisible, but requiring a lot of blank space , giving people more room for imagination, such things that have to be painted in every detail are inferior.

  Emperor Hongzhi glanced at it for the first time, and his simple reaction was, what kind of thing is this, it is so poorly drawn.

  Hearing Zhu Houzhao babbling on the sidelines again, Emperor Hongzhi pulled his face with a happy look.

  Seeing that the other ministers stretched their necks and moved closer.

  Emperor Hongzhi felt that Zhu Houzhao seemed to be slapping his face with his arms.

  Emperor Hongzhi had a cold expression on his face, and two words popped out between his teeth: "Go away!"

  Zhu Houzhao: "..."

  Zhu Houzhao was a little aggrieved, so he had to take a scroll of his painting, and couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "I still don't understand after talking so much, go ask other doctors, they begged me to explain, but I still don't explain."

  Looking back at Fang Jifan, Fang Jifan looked like an old monk standing still.

  Zhu Houzhao lowered his voice and said, "Old Fang, you know it."

   "I know, I know." Fang Jifan nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

  Zhu Houzhao said: "Then you speak out loud, what do you know?"

  Fang Jifan said loudly, "His Royal Highness's painting is really good, quite like Leonardo da Vinci."

  Zhu Houzhao bared his teeth, waiting for Fang Jifan angrily, wishing he could strangle Fang Jifan to death.

   But who was da Vinci?

  …

On the side, Su Yue took Liu Jie's pulse and listened to Zhu Houzhao's explanation of the painting. Although he couldn't see the painting, his ears pricked up like a rabbit after listening to His Highness the Crown Prince's explanation, and he was fascinated by it. .

  He couldn't help crying.

  Patriarch, Patriarch, this is really Patriarch, the surgery is done well, and the speech is really good, if you can see the painting of Patriarch again, then you will hear the Tao in the morning and die in the evening. Really... I am willing to die.

   "Your Majesty..." At this moment, Su Yue felt a difference in her pulse: "Brother Liu Xuexiong's pulse has begun to strengthen."

   "Come on, let me take a look."

  Zhu Houzhao was serious about his profession, and immediately grabbed Liu Jie's hand.

  Emperor Hongzhi and Liu Jian both stood up subconsciously.

   "Sure enough..."

  Zhu Houzhao closed his eyes, slowly feeling the pulse.

  Zhu Houzhao raised the corners of his lips and said, "It seems...the man survived."

"However..." Zhu Houzhao said calmly: "Because of lead poisoning, the lead is not easily excreted in the body, so he can only rest. His kidney function may not be very good in the future. His body will be weaker and it will take many days to recover. As for There is no need to worry about wound infection, there is penicillin, let’s keep it for a year or so, there should be no problem, has the effect of the anesthetic passed?”

   "It's almost over." Su Yue looked at the time.

  Zhu Houzhao said: "Should be waking up, these few days, don't let him eat and drink, rely on infusions to maintain it, don't be afraid of abuse of penicillin, use it when you need it, and be sure to prevent infection."

  Su Yue listened carefully, and wrote down Zhu Houzhao's words one by one like a god.

   "Cough..."

   At this moment, on the sickbed, Liu Jie let out a cough.

   All of a sudden, everyone was excited, and everyone paid attention.

  Fang Jifan was young and took the lead in striding forward. Liu Jie was awakened by the pain. After all, the anesthetic was gradually wearing off.

  When he slowly opened his eyes, the first person he saw, he couldn't believe it, was Shigong.

  Suddenly...the tears on his exhausted face couldn't stop.

  He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but his lips were murmured, but he couldn't say a word.

  Fang Jifan patted his face, and said kindly: "Hey, don't cry, everything is over, look, there is a teacher here."

  Liu Jie nodded slightly.

   Years of haze, at the moment Shigong appeared, a ray of dawn suddenly appeared on the gloomy sky, like a sword, piercing the darkness of the sky, and then... dawn!

  His eyes seemed to have some brilliance.

  Unknown where the strength came from, Liu Jian pushed Fang Jifan away, stretched his head over, and said with tears streaming down his face, "My son, my son."

  Liu Jie blinked and looked at his father, his eyes turned into joy. He stared at his father, as if he wanted to raise his hand very much.

   But then, he looked worried again.

   Parents are here, if you don’t travel far, you must travel well.

  Of course, he thought that he was doing the right thing by going to Huangjinzhou, but he felt ashamed when he thought of his father who was thousands of miles away.

   "Take a good rest, take a good rest, don't think about anything, just rest well." Liu Jian wanted to get close, but was afraid of consuming too much Liu Jie's energy.

  Liu Jie nodded.

  But...he seemed to want to open his mouth, so Liu Jian leaned his head over and aimed at Liu Jie.

  Liu Jie opened his mouth with difficulty, breathed heavily, and tried softly: "Father...Father..."

   Liu Jian burst into tears, no matter whether he could hear clearly or not, he kept nodding.

  Liu Jie continued: "Please tell Shigong... Tell Shigong..."

   Liu Jian's face was stunned, his expression was a little stiff, and he felt a little cold when he heard this.

Liu Jie continued: "Tell him, my son has not humiliated the lintel, my son...has not failed the teachings of my teacher and my mentor...all the disciples of Xishan Academy...in the Golden Continent...in the Golden Continent, there is no one...fleeing the battle, no one...everyone... A person...whether the living or the dead, they are all...good."

Liu Jian's eyes were already tearing up. He wanted to say something, but held back, and then nodded desperately: "I know, I know, you should cultivate well, cultivate well, and be well, son, what are you eating?" Fascinated... No, son, I am proud of you as a father."

  Fang Jifan stood aside, eagerly said: "What did Liu Jie say, what did he say?"

  Liu Jian really didn't want to talk to Fang Jifan at this moment, he just grabbed Liu Jie's hand and cried bitterly again.

  In Jamsil, there was both joy and sorrow, and a group of people were crying and laughing.

  (end of this chapter)