Zhu Xiurong's words made Zhu Houzhao want to die.

But he immediately laughed: "I am a genius."

After saying this and having a good time for himself, Zhu Houzhao was also satisfied.

Let’s say go, you will know... This palace is amazing.

Fang Jifan said modestly at this time: "Your Highness the Crown Prince is right. Your Highness is a genius and is beyond the reach of ordinary people."

Zhu Xiurong only heard Fang Jifan be praising his brother blindly, but his brother's morality was. She knew in her heart that Fang Jifan was so capable, and could teach everyone how much he admired. But he never took credit for it. It was really rare to be so humble.

Since the father was well, Zhu Xiurong's heart was relieved. Although his eyes were filled with tears, he smiled brightly on his face. He was afraid that Fang Jifan would see his "ugly" and paused his head slightly. He imitated his mother's queen, and sat upright with his waist in his grip, showing a dignified and decent attitude.

Fang Jifan received praise from the Empress Dowager and Empress Zhang, and said goodbye to Zhu Houzhao.

The Imperial Doctor Jiang stayed in the hall, not leaving, not leaving, not waiting anxiously.

When I saw two real masters coming, I hurriedly squeezed out my smile and wanted to say something.

Fang Jifan said: "Why are you still here? Why are you doing something in a daze? Take care of Your Majesty?"

"What...what..." Doctor Jiang was stunned: "The official..."

Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan didn't care about this Imperial Doctor Jiang.

Almost grabbed him and asked him to go to the chamber, disinfected it, and went in to take care of the emperor.

In the past, the Imperial Doctor Jiang was a great medical officer. Even if he was cured, there were people around him. He was responsible for asking questions and asking questions. After taking medicine, people would naturally boil medicine and take medicine. But now, Mr. Jiang found that he... seemed to be the follower behind the Imperial Doctor.

He has to scrub the bandages he has replaced, and after scrub, he has to apply alcohol.

All the utensils were so exhausted that he needed to be disinfected one by one.

Every medicine, especially Jin Chuang, was personally matched.

Doctor Jiang became a busy man, busy from morning to night.

After a few days, Emperor Hongzhi's spirit improved a lot.

It has been pushed out of the Jamshaft, and a relatively ventilated place has been pushed.

The wound healed well because he changed the medicine frequently. Although he still felt pain in the lower abdomen, he was still in tolerated worry.

He has been very hungry these days, but in addition to the warm water, he has not had a drop of rice. Last night, he could already drink millet porridge. The millet porridge was cooked so hard that he tasted it in one bite. The taste was so wonderful.

At noon, someone outside said, "I am Wen Yansheng asking for a visit."

"Wen Yansheng in Ningbo?" Emperor Hongzhi said: "Why are you still staying in Beijing?"

He shouted, "Come in!"

Wen Yansheng came in with a smile, and what he was holding was a bowl of mullet soup.

This thick soup made from mullet can promote the healing of wounds. From a distance, the fragrance of the thick soup comes to your nose. Emperor Hongzhi lies on the couch but cannot get up and lets the fire burn in his belly.

"I have seen Your Majesty. Is Your Majesty better?" Wen Yansheng was not anxious and put the mullet soup aside and cooled it aside. His tone was concerned, but it was not deliberately flattering him.

"Hey..." Emperor Hongzhi sighed: "I walked in the Gate of Hell. I was pulled back from the King of Hell by the Prince and Fang Jifan. Now I think about it, I still feel scared. Why is the Wen Qing family still here? The Ministry of Personnel... shouldn't..."

Wen Yansheng said: "Your Majesty, the Ministry of Personnel intends to order the ministers to go to Jiangsu and Zhejiang, but I am attached to the capital and ask to stay and stay in Zhenguo Mansion..."

Stay in Zhenguo Mansion...

This Zhenguo Mansion is much worse than the ranks of officials who are the only ones.

Emperor Hongzhi was puzzled.

Wen Yansheng said: "Your Majesty must find it strange. In fact... everyone has their own aspirations."

Emperor Hongzhi smiled.

"There is also this mullet soup, which is specially made for Your Majesty. This mullet has a fishy smell. Therefore, I took a fat mullet, first remove the scales and bones, and then talk about the meat. Soaked in cooking wine and ginger onion. After soaking for half an hour, the meat was stir-fried. Then poured it with water and added the thirteen fragrances made by me, and then I started the pot. This mullet soup is a nourishing thing. Your Majesty still has external injuries now. It is most suitable to eat this. I think that Your Majesty has not eaten for a long time. Last night, I have millet porridge to put my stomach on. I will send this mullet soup to appetize Your Majesty and heal your wounds as soon as possible."

Wen Yansheng said vividly. As he listened, Emperor Hongzhi was about to drool. He couldn't help but feel speechless, saying so much, why did he bring it to me for food.

But Wen Yansheng is a person who is particular about human beings. The so-called punishment without teaching is called abuse! By the same token, after cooking, I don’t tell you how to make this thing, how to eat it, and how it tastes. Wouldn’t it be a waste of resources?

Wen Yansheng said again: "The essence of this soup lies in the soup. Its tastes so delicious. Instead, the fish meat has tasted the same as the wax, so I only served the soup and did not add fish. Mullet is different from other fish..."

"..." Emperor Hongzhi swallowed his saliva: "Take me and try it."

Wen Yansheng didn't dare to neglect it. Finally, he stopped talking, served the mullet soup, and came to Emperor Hongzhi. Emperor Hongzhi gently put his lips on the spoon and took a sip of the fish soup. Suddenly, a strong and delicious breath echoed between his mouth.

call……

Emperor Hongzhi's forehead was covered with some hot sweat, and his face became slightly rosy.

"This soup is so delicious that it is beyond my imagination!"

Emperor Hongzhi immediately ate the fish soup, but he was already sweating profusely. It was so happy and extremely happy.

"The cooking of Wen Qing's family is too much beyond the imperial chef." Emperor Hongzhi sighed.

Wen Yansheng smiled: "I am ashamed of you."

Emperor Hongzhi said: "Your family, after I ate this soup, I feel even hungry."

Yes, I haven't eaten for so long, but fortunately I'm weak and the pain in my abdomen, and my appetite is not open, so I can barely get over it.

But... I have eaten a bowl of thick soup now, and the soup is extremely delicious, which immediately aroused appetite. Now... Emperor Hongzhi is not satisfied, but instead feels that the fever is even worse, as if there is a ball of fire, and the flames keep rising.

"Father."

But at this moment, Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan came in with a big pot.

This rice bowl is specially customized. Dr. Zhu is very busy now. After all, he has recruited many people to cut his waist before. This was originally intended to be used for practice. So there are dozens of patients with intestinal paralysis in the west. It is impossible for the father's illness to be cured, so just drive these people away. Be kind to behave. Moreover, Zhu Houzhao gradually became interested in this surgery. Then just cut it, just do good deeds and accumulate virtue.

The capital has caused a sensation, and many patients with intestinal paralysis seem to have found hope. I heard that there is a possibility of recovery. Many filial sons and grandchildren knelt directly outside the West Mountain and asked for treatment here. As for selling themselves to save their father and mother, in short, they also want to be severed.

At this moment, Doctor Zhu was in a dilemma. Can so many broken waists be cut all over the world?

So, more than a dozen disciples of Fang Jifan were recruited to learn how to kill them, but these people were unreliable. Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan still had to stare at each other, so as not to cut something wrong.

Since I no longer have the leisure and taste of food and drink, I had to carry this big rice bowl, eating and walking around.

Fang Jifan entered here, put down his rice bowl and the beef and bamboo shoots piled up like mountains in the rice bowl, and said, "Have you seen Your Majesty... Did Your Majesty eat mullet soup? I wonder how it tastes?"

Emperor Hongzhi looked at the rice bowl and his throat rolled.

Zhu Houzhao also put his chopsticks on her head and ate while lowering her head to eat, while observing Emperor Hongzhi's face: "The father's face is rosy, good, and he has recovered well. I'll change the bandage later. Father, are you hungry?"

Emperor Hongzhi said lightly: "I'm hungry."

Zhu Houzhao shook her head: "It's all right to eat a bowl of mullet soup. It's not advisable to eat too much now. My father should be patient. Mr. Wen, make a bowl of fish porridge for Mr. Wen tonight."

Wen Yansheng said: "Yes."

Emperor Hongzhi closed his eyes and lay on his back, simply not looking at Zhu Houzhao.

Zhu Houzhao was eating while slamming, and said, "This wound looks healed, but you must always pay attention to the healing situation. Never be careless, otherwise all your previous efforts will be wasted. The knife that Father and my son gave you is a magical skill. This knife is not only smooth, but also just right. One more bit more will make you fat, and one less will make you thin."

Fang Jifan was raising his meal: "Your Highness, Your Majesty needs to rest, let's watch it again at night."

Zhu Houzhao shook her head: "I am worried about my father, so I have to look at it more. If my father doesn't look at it, would I still revolve around other people's father?"

It looks very reasonable.

Wen Yansheng smiled and said, "The prince is extremely filial, and everyone knows that Your Majesty is a blessed person."

“…”

Emperor Hongzhi had no choice but to open his eyes and saw Fang Jifan and Zhu Houzhao walking aimlessly in the house with bowls, and sometimes lowered their heads to eat. The two of them were not idle and had rice particles at the corners of their mouths.

Emperor Hongzhi nodded: "In the past few days, my health has been much better. There are many things in the court. I am a little worried. Tomorrow, let Liu Jian come to Xishan to meet him. By the way, let Xiao Jing come, and the Hanlin Attendant Ouyang Zhi..."

Liu Jian was the chief assistant. He must have talked about military and political affairs when summoning him.

Ouyang Zhi was the waiter, responsible for recording the emperor's words and deeds at any time. If the emperor had any instructions, the waiter, Hanlin, was responsible for drafting the memorial.

As for Xiao Jing, he was both a close slave, but at the same time, he was also a eunuch from the Silijian and the governor of the East Factory.

When summoning these three people, it was obvious that Emperor Hongzhi did not want to waste time in this Western Mountain.

Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but say, "Father, please take a break. At this time, please pay attention to what you do."

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Chapter completed!