When we entered Cheng Guogong's house, a full set of greeting etiquette had been set up at the door, and we had to kowtow to express our gratitude.
Zhu Yijun had ulterior motives and said in front of a bunch of distinguished ministers when he entered the door: "Is this a medical treatment or a torment? I'm exempt from even delivering the order!".
Zhu Shitai, the eldest son of Duke Cheng Guo, was in trouble and looked at Zhang Juzheng. Zhang Juzheng's face was still and there was no reaction. Wang Xilie, the left minister of the Ministry of Rites, said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty is sympathetic to the Duke. You and Zhu Du will bow five times and kowtow three times to thank you on behalf of Duke Cheng Guo."
That’s okay.”
Zhu Xixiao gave Zhu Shitai a hand, and the uncle and nephew kowtowed to express their gratitude. Zhu Yijun said: "Everyone should do what they should do. The patient is heavy and can't bear to see people. His companions are waiting here. Mr. Zhang will follow
I’m going in.”
All the honorable ministers who accompanied Chengguo to visit him were of high status, and they were considered uncles when they were waiting for them. Seeing the emperor's behavior, they felt that they were in the right mood, and they all nodded secretly. All the civil servants looked at each other, although they felt that they were out of etiquette.
It doesn't fit, but the emperor's visual acuity is unusual in itself, so he remained silent.
Zhang Juzheng remained silent and just bowed to receive the order. The two of them entered the inner room, one after the other, led by Zhu Shitai and Zhu Xixiao.
At this time, Duke Cheng Guo was already kneeling on the bed in his python robe, with two old servants on one side and one on the right. When Zhu Yijun saw it, his eyes were red and he said: "What are you doing? Aren't you exempted from delivering orders?"
Duke Cheng Guo Zhu Xizhong was half awake and half comatose, his body was trembling, and his words were difficult to express. Zhu Shitai knelt down and replied: "Your Majesty, who has a body of thousands of gold, came to my house to treat his illness. I, Zhu Xizhong, cannot perform the full courtesy, but can only kowtow to thank God. I am so ashamed."
That’s it.”
Zhu Yijun's eyes were red and he said: "If you are a filial son, quickly listen to me and let the Duke lie down."
Zhu Xizhong's lips trembled, and two tears fell down his face. Zhu Shitai kowtowed and replied: "How dare the emperor call me such a humble person like this? I beg the emperor to take back this statement." After saying this, he also shed tears.
Zhu Yijun heard in the palace that Zhu Shitai was a playboy with no talent. At this time, he listened to his answers fluently. When he looked carefully, he saw that he was nearly forty years old, with a look of loyalty and sincerity on his fat face, and he murmured to himself.
Nai Wenyan said: "I made a mistake, please ask Duke Cheng to lie down." Zhu Xi, who was accompanying him, said filial piety: "Your Majesty cares so much, please ask Duke Cheng to lie down." The two old servants did as they were told.
After serving Duke Cheng, he lay down and covered himself with the quilt.
Zhang Juzheng said nothing and only watched Zhu Yijun interact with the Zhu family. Seeing that Duke Cheng Guo had been settled, Zhu Yijun sat on the edge of the bed, held Duke Cheng's hand and said, "Gong, take good care of your health. I'll wait for you."
It's great, I still want you to help protect me." Zhu Xixiao looked around, his eye circles turning red again.
Duke Cheng Guo was fifty-eight years old. He turned out to be a fat man. He had been in bed for more than twenty days and his body became thin. At this time, his lips were trembling, but he could only shed tears. Zhu Yijun saw that the situation was not good, so he stood up and said: "I know your family is not lacking.
What, but I have ordered the Imperial Medical Bureau to prepare some good medicine and send it over soon. My lord, please rest assured and recover."
Zhu Shitai kowtowed and replied: "The emperor has sent medicines and imperial doctors many times before. I am so grateful that I can't express my gratitude."
Duke Cheng Guo looked at Zhu Yijun with wide eyes, his lips were trembling, his cheeks were flushed, and his breathing was rapid. Zhu Yijun quickly comforted him a few words, and then came out with Zhang Juzheng.
Zhang Juzheng accompanied him throughout the whole process and did not say a single word. He only said one sentence at the end: "The old man can rest in peace and recover from his illness. He will surely be cured without medicine."
After leaving the inner room and re-entering the outer hall of the Duke's Mansion, Zhang Juzheng glanced at the accompanying officials who were still waiting, and said in a deep voice to Zhu Xixiao and Zhu Shitai: "I think the Duke is not in good condition." They said.
Nodding in agreement, all the dignitaries and civil servants, whether sincerely or not, were all sighing.
Zhang Juzheng suddenly said: "Your Majesty, Duke Cheng Guo served in three dynasties and offered sacrifices to heaven and earth on behalf of the royal family sixty-six times. Shizong sometimes saved people, and he was no less effective than robbing prisoners and killing enemies. I think that if there is anything wrong with the Duke, he can be granted a posthumous title.
Lord Wang!"
This shocking sentence made Zhu Yijun's head buzz, and his heart turned upside down. Zhu Xixiao was stunned when he heard the words, and even forgot to react. The nobles and civil servants in the courtyard were silent.
Zhu Yijun showed the fastest reaction speed since time travel, immediately clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Okay! This old gentleman's suggestion won my heart! Good! Oh~~~ God has the virtue of good life, Duke Cheng Guo has decided to take advantage of it early."
After talking about it, there was still something strange in his voice.
Wang Xilie ignored him and remonstrated sternly: "Your Majesty, this is not allowed by the ancestral system! Your Majesty..." Chen Ju stopped him and said: "Young uncle! There is no need to say anything here!"
Only then did Wang Xilie realize that he had offended someone by objecting to his title of king in the home of Duke Cheng Guo, and was highly suspected of being slapped in the face. His face was livid, he snorted and said nothing.
Zhu Yijun still had a smile on his face, and comforted Zhu Xixiao and Zhu Shitai a few more words. At this time, Mrs. Chen, Mrs. Chen Guogong, put on her makeup, came out from the inner door, kowtowed and started to say: "The emperor's kindness is great, I am grateful."
Very true. However, the merit of the Duke does not entitle him to the title of king. I ask the emperor to take back my title for a million dollars!" After saying this, I couldn't stop crying.
Zhu Yijun, still smiling, lowered his head and said: "The Duke's wife stood up and replied. The Duke is ill, and the two palaces are extremely anxious, so they can only come to visit in person. Please ask me to come, and hope that the wife will not be anxious or even hurt her body."
Mrs. Chen did not get up. After thanking the two palaces for their kindness, she knelt down and said nothing. At this time, Zhu Yijun was brought to a dilemma by Zhang Juzheng's words, but he could not express his position. He could only sigh and said to Zhu Shitai: "Help me."
Madam, please get up. I'm going back." He turned around and walked out, and everyone quickly followed.
.......
When he returned to the palace, Zhang Juzheng was still riding. Although Zhu Yijun was not as bright as Han Xuan, he felt a lot more uncomfortable and his throat was always itchy. His body felt like a small stove, and he didn't feel cold at all.
come out.
After returning to the inner palace, Zhu Yijun reported to Empress Dowager Li and told him that Zhang Juzheng was going to confer a royal title on Duke Cheng. Empress Dowager Li didn't understand, so she asked: "According to the ancestral family law, this duke can posthumously confer a title on Duke Cheng."
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Zhang Hong was at the Empress Dowager Li's office at this time, and he replied to the Empress Dowager: "Except for Chengzu who granted a king with a different surname, no one with a different surname has been granted the title of king while alive in our dynasty. Those who have been granted the title after death..."
He counted the numbers on his fingers and said: "I remember it is not true. It should not exceed the number of two palms. They were all heroes who founded the country or conquered the captives. Jin Zhong, who was granted the title of Emperor Chengzu, was a Mongolian. His original name was Yexian Tugan. He was granted the title at that time.
It’s because he was naturalized in China.”
After hearing this, Queen Mother Li's face changed slightly. She asked Zhu Yijun, "What do you think, the emperor?"
Zhu Yijun thought about it, but still felt that he needed to talk to Zhang Juzheng. So he said, "My son thinks that he should ask Mr. Zhang to see what he thinks." Empress Dowager Li nodded and said, "That's what the emperor said."
If Zhu Yijun didn't ask Zhang Juzheng today, he might not be able to sleep at all. After lunch, he sent a message to the cabinet and asked Zhang Juzheng to pay an audience at Wuying Hall.