Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1571 Blood debt blood payment

  The study suddenly became unusually quiet.

  Even the old man, who had been indifferent all this time, seemed surprised...

   A person like him who has experienced ups and downs in the officialdom and has gone through several dynasties has always made plans to put the other party in a rational situation.

   That is to say, he doesn't think of people as an idiot, or as a lunatic.

  Because only idiots and madmen don't have reason.

   And in his layout, His Majesty must be a very sober person.

The Duke of Qi was so powerful that he advocated the abolition of stereotypes, but Duke Qi was assassinated because of this. The emperor would definitely feel that the abolition of stereotypes was a very dangerous thing. It was just a rumor, and even if it was so earth-shattering, the choice at this time should be to shelve the matter. Do your best not to offend these angry readers.

  However...he had calculated thousands of times, but he didn't expect that His Majesty would escape from his expectations and directly bypass the cabinet without any discussion with the ministers.

  The old man frowned, coughed twice, and said: "Your Majesty, doesn't he know the consequences of doing this? Isn't he worried at all?"

Then the man said again: "Your Majesty has other intentions at the same time. Now the capital camp is waiting for the opportunity. All the sects of the capital have changed their new-faced guards. In the palace city, the warrior camp has taken over the defense... In addition... there are the British, Cheng, Ding, Qian, etc., who have also issued orders...even the capital and general officer of the border town..."

   Several Hanlins suddenly showed surprise.

The old man coughed desperately again, and then shook his head: "Your Majesty... I think he is very angry, but...you don't have to worry, this is just His Majesty's fury for a while. When His Majesty comes to his senses and wakes up, he will know what this Ming needs. Stereotype requires scholars, and at that time, it will naturally follow the fate. I will wait here and wait and see what happens..."

  …

  Zhu Houzhao has been very leisurely these days.

   When he is free, he has to find something to do. He is a person who can't be idle.

  Lao Fang was not there again, which made him very regretful, and he came up with the idea of ​​going to Nantong Prefecture to find Lao Fang several times.

  The prince of the prison country, he didn't feel like doing anything. He finally expected his father to come back, but in the end...

  He's in medical school now.

  In the medical school, there will always be some patients sent in every now and then.

  However, as a great master of medicine, Zhu Hou is selective in taking care of patients. He likes to treat infertility for people.

  In the silkworm room, a naked man is lying on the operating table. The surgical instruments are becoming more and more sophisticated. The aseptic environment, the shadowless lamp, and the scalpel are getting sharper and sharper.

  The man had already eaten the stinky pock seed soup, and he was dazed, but he kept repeating in his mouth: "Doctor, have you cut it, have you cut it..."

  Zhu Houzhao held the scalpel calmly, and dozens of medical students behind him stared at the sharp blade with greedy eyes.

  It is a precious opportunity for any medical student to watch His Highness the Crown Prince wielding a knife himself.

  Dozens of pairs of eyes stared straight at each other, each holding their breath, their hearts about to jump into their throats.

Zhu Houzhao didn't turn his head back, and said calmly: "I've seen it right, this one is a little small, so when you cut the knife, you should pay special attention, if it's even a little bit off, people will really want to die. Big cuts, small cuts, for healers...the most important thing is..."

   While he was speaking, the scalpel was as quick as lightning, cutting a gap.

  So that everyone's eyes were blurred, and they still didn't understand what was going on.

  But at this moment, a howl came from outside: "Your Highness...Your Highness...it's terrible...it's terrible."

   is Liu Jin's voice.

   Liu Jin actually broke in directly.

  His face was covered with tears, and his eyes were swollen from crying.

Ignoring the rules in the silkworm room, he came in directly, knelt down on the ground with a puff, and then... he beat his heart desperately, and said heart-piercingly: "It's terrible, it's terrible, Your Highness ...Your Highness... Nantong Prefecture... something happened in Nantong Prefecture..."

  No matter how noisy it was, Zhu Houzhao's knife was still extremely steady. He raised the knife and dropped it, cutting everything that should be cut, and keeping everything that shouldn't be cut.

  He still said calmly: "Needle."

  The assistant on the side took the needle.

  Zhu Houzhao still stared at the surgical site, and started stitching very quickly.

  At the same time, he said slowly: "What's the dog's name? What's wrong with Nantong Prefecture? Fang Jifan died? He looks so anxious to get angry."

   Liu Jin almost fainted from crying, he was really sad!

  He really has a lot of affection for his god-grandfather. Although the god-grandfather is fierce, he takes good care of him.

   Of course, this is not the most important thing.

As an eunuch, Liu Jin always has a sense of crisis. Even though His Highness the Crown Prince has always trusted him, he still has to look forward and backward. He is afraid that if he is not careful, he will suffer some innocent disaster, and he is also afraid that other people around the Crown Prince will replace him. .

  He has too many worries, but since he worshiped Fang Jifan as his godfather, these worries have disappeared. He has a sense of security and can properly perform his duties. If things are done well, he is not afraid that no one will ask for credit for him. If things go wrong, of course someone will punish him, but this punishment, because he is Fang Jifan's grandson, others will often leave room for it.

  He was no longer even worried that Gu Dayong and these people wanted to show off to His Highness the Crown Prince, nor did he have to guard against other people in the Eastern Palace daring to hold him back, nor was he afraid of Qingliu in the court chewing his tongue.

   This kind of life is easy, but now...

His face was pale and sad, and he was about to faint from crying, but he tried his best to say: "Grandpa...Grandpa...dead...really dead...he was assassinated in Nantong Prefecture, someone burned the house he lived in , there are no bones left...Your Highness...my godfather is gone..."

  Zhu Houzhao's hand... trembled violently, and the needle stabbed down hard.

   This time, the location of the stabbing is a bit special.

  Although the man lying on the operating table had eaten stinky pockmark soup, he suddenly felt something strange, his legs tightened, and he felt an inexplicable pain in his balls.

He couldn't help yelling: "Did I stab it wrong, did I stab my descendant's bag? Doctor... good doctor... tell me something, give me a correct word, or you can blink, you Blink and miss? If you stab wrongly, blink twice..."

  Nobody paid him any attention.

   It was very quiet in Jamsil.

  Pin out...

  The man groaned: "My mother."

Zhu Houzhao grinned suddenly, as if he thought this man was very funny, so he raised the corners of his mouth and laughed: "What did I say earlier, what did I say earlier, let him learn more about bow and horse, at least he can defend himself, at worst You can still strengthen your body, but he always refuses to listen, you see now...he was killed, he deserves it...haha..."

  Zhu Hou looked happy and dropped the needle.

  The man said on the operating table: "Doctor, you are stitching, I feel that I am bleeding. Didn't you say that you need stitches first, and medicine, to ensure safety? Doctor, doctor..."

Zhu Houzhao ignored him, and said with a smile to himself: "That's okay, that's okay, this way there will be one less disaster in the world. You can see how he can harm people. He is full of ghost ideas, and I don't know which righteous man it is." That's why, I really want to see you..."

  He moved his steps, he wanted to be light and light, but they became heavier and heavier.

Tears were already rolling in his eyes, and he continued to calmly say: "In the future, no one will grab beef with Ben Gong, and no one will always speak ill of Ben Gong behind his back. When Ben Gong sees him, he is very angry, and he will go to bed every day. I just got up and said it was your sister, your sister, this dog-like thing..."

  West word exit.

  The tears in Zhu Houzhao's eyes burst out suddenly. He sucked his nose, and the snot also came out, so he rolled up his sleeves and wiped his nose, and continued to sniff his nose. At this moment, his eyes were blurred, and he staggered forward.

The man on the operating table continued to howl: "Doctor, there is a lot of blood, I think I should rescue it, oops, oops, I'm so dizzy, doctor, I'm going to faint. Otherwise, doctor If you like it or not, I will add more money, and I will add more money, doctor, if you have a conscience, you can make a price."

  Zhu Houzhao stumbled out of the silkworm room, the sunlight outside dazzled his tearful eyes.

  He cheered up, raised his face, and kept the disappointing tears from falling.

   And in this moment...

  The entire medical school is already boiling.

  The howls of the sick were heard everywhere.

   Those who seek medical advice find that the doctors have left their consultation desks.

   Those who were performing surgery in Jamsil saw that the doctors had lost their scalpels, and they were nowhere to be found.

  He had just paid the money and was about to get the medicine, but found that the person who took the medicine for him disappeared all of a sudden.

  Shigong (Shizu) was assassinated.

  The news came so fast and so suddenly.

  Suddenly, the faces of these young doctors became stiff.

  Someone was crying.

  The angry man roared: "Who is it, who is it? This is the revenge of deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors. If we don't share the sky, if we don't punish the murderer, what face do we have to live in this world?"

Su Yue's grief and indignation reached the extreme, and she endured great grief and said: "Cure the disease first... cure the disease first... Master has a spirit in the sky. I must hope that we will cure the disease and save people first, and put away the knife first. Listen to me, put the knife away first." Get up, we are doctors, and doctors are benevolent, if there is any enmity, if there is any resentment, let the person be healed first and then talk about it.”

  Zhu Houzhao, on the other hand, dragged his heavy steps, ignoring these idle voices. Tears trickled down his cheeks. Suddenly, he opened his teary eyes, and then wiped his face with his long sleeves.

  He smeared his face with snot and tears. Immediately afterwards, Zhu Houzhao opened his mouth coldly and said, "Blood pays blood."

  (end of this chapter)