"If you don't take the medicine, your lungs won't work. If you take the medicine, your liver won't work! Either way, you'll die!"
Xi Yingzhen sat blankly on the chair, his expression unusually solemn, and he kept grabbing his sparse beard with his hands.
Hearing this, Zhu Yunxi also looked solemn and said, "No matter what, please come up with a solution!"
Lan Yu was free and easy, and said with a smile, "All the doctors say this, no matter what, it is death. Since it is death no matter what, why do you need to endure all the hardships?" He said, laughing again, "
It’s better to eat whatever you need to eat and drink whatever you need to drink!”
"It's fine that the Taoist Master didn't see it. Since the Taoist Master did, I can't let you die like this!" Xi Yingzhen suddenly became furious and said loudly, "If I can't cure you, wouldn't I be ruining the Taoist Master's reputation?"
As he spoke, he curled his lips and whispered, "You guys, you are usually good, but you are either not sick or you are terminally ill. You don't do good things, you kill people and set fires. This is retribution!"
Having said this, he raised his head again and said, "These two diseases are too difficult. Let's do it together!"
Then, he walked aside alone, pulled his beard and began to think deeply.
"Life and death, wealth and honor are determined by heaven. Your Highness, don't be too worried!" At this time, Lan Yu saw that Zhu Yunxi's face was not good, and in turn comforted him, "It would be best if I can live for a few more years. If I can't live, it's fate and destiny!"
Zhu Yunxi felt uncomfortable in his heart and forced a smile, "You have a good attitude, that's right. The most important thing for a sick person is their attitude. The more you take your illness seriously, the more he will bully you!"
"This thing is just like fighting on the battlefield. The more afraid you are, the faster you will die!" Lan Yu laughed.
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Seeing that the sky was about to turn white, Zhu Yunxi felt deeply tired.
The carriage and sedan were ready outside, and the guards were adding charcoal fire to the gilt brass stove.
"Go back, don't send me off!" He said to the people behind him before getting on the bus, and the bus slowly started off.
The carriage is as warm as spring, making people feel sleepy.
Zhu Yunxi's body swayed with the rhythm of the carriage, and he closed his eyes to rest.
When his carriage entered the palace, the first bell of the morning in the Forbidden City rang.
After entering Lezhizhai and freshening up, the bastard came forward and asked, "Your Highness, you need to rest for a while first!"
"No!" Zhu Yunxi sat behind the desk, "The day's plan is in the morning, go to bed early in the morning, and don't do anything else that day!" As he said this, his expression suddenly became a little complicated.
Because he was picking up a book that was sent to the palace before the imperial city was locked up last night, and the person who handed it to him was quite surprised.
"I, the Crown Prince of Yan, Gao Chi, would like to send this tribute. The festival is approaching, and I miss Tianyan so much. I am far away in Peiping, and I miss my family very much. I would like to express my sympathy to you, and promise to come to Beijing to pay New Year greetings..."
"How long have you been gone before you come to Beijing again?"
Zhu Yunxi thought in his mind, "It's a lie to be afraid of coming to Beijing to pay New Year greetings. It's true that Yan Fan and his son can't sit still!"
The war in Liaodong was understood, but the matters during the war were temporarily put on hold without any sound.
Yao Guangxiao is dead, but Zhu Di and his son are not sure what the attitude and plans of Yingtian Mansion's grandfather and grandson are towards them. Among all the emperors and grandchildren, Zhu Gaochi is considered to be in the eyes of the old man, and he is quite cautious.
It would be appropriate to let him take a walk and find out what's going on.
But then, he accidentally looked through other memorials, only to find that the top few memorials were all memorials from the feudal lord.
The King of Jin is going to Beijing to celebrate the New Year, the King of Liao is also coming, the King of Datong, the King of Shu of Sichuan, the King of Xiang, and even the King of Ning are also on the list.
This is somewhat unexpected!
However, after thinking about it deeply, Zhu Yunxi could understand a little bit.
The King of Jin came to the capital simply because he had not seen the old man for many years, and the other vassal princes, mothers and concubines were all in the palace, and they often exchanged letters with them. They probably all heard the news that the old man was not in good health, and wanted to go to the capital to see him.
look.
Thinking of this, Zhu Yunxi's mood became extremely heavy again.
After the New Year, it will be the 30th year of Hongwu. The old man’s longevity...?
With these thoughts in mind, and then looking at the memorials, my eyes became much softer.
Give them another chance to be a loving father and a filial son! The old man also misses these sons very much in his heart!
Pick up the pen and write down the exact words on the memorial one by one.
Then, mark it in small letters, "You guys are coming quickly, don't disturb the place, and don't be extravagant along the way. You don't need to bring gold and silver, but bring more specialties from the fiefdom!"
After finishing writing, he dried the ink and said to the person next to him, "Here comes someone!"
"The slave is here!"
"Send these memorials that I have approved to Grandpa Huang to have a look at!"
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"What are you sending us?"
Suddenly, a voice came from the stairs. It turned out that the old man had arrived.
"Grandpa Huang, why didn't you say anything when you came?" Zhu Yunxi stood up to greet him and said with a smile.
The old man rolled his eyes at him, stood at the door with his hands behind his back, and glared, "We are at home, do we need to tell others where we are going?" Then he rolled his eyes at Zhu Yunxi again, "Don't you want us to come uninvited? Wait for us.
If you die, and you become the emperor, we won’t be able to come!”
"Look, my grandson is not just looking for fun!" Zhu Yunxi quickly helped the old man sit down and said with a smile, "Have you had breakfast?"
"You stayed out all night?" The old man continued to look at Zhu Yunxi and cursed, "You didn't sleep all night? Look at your face, you are so young, you don't care about your own body, are you going to cause harm to your own death?"
Then he turned his eyes to the bastard and the others, "You slaves are useless, the master doesn't cherish his own body, and you don't try to persuade him!"
"When you return to the palace, instead of making arrangements to let the master rest, you still let him continue to work here? Have your eyes and conscience been eaten by dogs?"
The old man cursed for a while, and the bastard and the rest of the palace people all knelt down, trembling, and did not dare to speak.
"Grandpa Huang, I don't blame them!" Zhu Yunxi said with a smile, "It's my grandson who doesn't feel sleepy..."
"You should sleep even if you're not sleepy!" The old man glared, but the next second his voice became softer, and he whispered, "Staying up late is not harmful to your health. When your father was young, he always stayed up late to deal with government affairs. As a result, he died at a young age.
Let’s go. You can’t imitate him, understand?”
"My grandson knows!" Zhu Yunxi felt warm in his heart.
In the past two years, although the old man has often cursed, he is still the one who worries most in his heart.
"Hey, Fu Youde is gone!" the old man said again, "You have been busy these days. If you don't take a good rest, you will lose your energy. You will be tired both physically and mentally, and you will easily get the root of the disease!"
"By the way, Grandpa Huang, as you look at these memorials, several uncles are thinking of coming to Beijing to celebrate the New Year with you!" Zhu Yunxi didn't want to talk more about this topic, so he changed the subject with the memorials.
The old man took a few cursory glances and curled his lips and said, "What are they here for? They are a bunch of people when they come. They eat what the horse chews and spend a lot of money on the road. Is it possible to say that they will not disturb the local magistrate?" As he said that, he sighed.
He said, "As long as you have this filial piety, you don't have to come!"
Zhu Yunxi knew in his heart that the old man's last words were actually different from what he meant.
"Come on, come on. Now that our palace's private treasury is abundant, we don't care about these expenses!" Zhu Yunxi said with a smile, "The Chinese New Year has been very deserted for the past two years, just us two! This year everyone is back, so it will be lively."
As he spoke, he continued to laugh and said, "The sons of Third Uncle are all grown up. When they reach the age of marriage, they are waiting for you to show them marriage! The sons of King Dai and King Gu can speak. But I have never seen you like this.
My biological grandfather, no matter what, I must show you grace and meet him!"
"Haha!" A smile appeared on the old man's face, "Concubine Hui said yesterday that the eldest son of Lao Shiyi could compose poetry at the age of eight. The master who teaches in the palace said that he is a child prodigy that is rare to see in a hundred years!
He also said that Lao Shiyi wrote in a letter saying that the child looks good, with thick eyebrows and big eyes!"
The eleventh child is Zhu Chun, the king of Shu, and his eldest son is named Zhu Yuebian.
"Look, you said no, but you were actually thinking about it!" Zhu Yunxi said with a smile, "My grandson has the final say on this matter, let them do it!"
"Oh!" The old man nodded vaguely, "You are in charge now anyway, as long as you don't find it annoying!" As he said that, he suddenly smiled again and glanced at Zhu Yunxi, "Will your fourth uncle come?"