Zhao Yanxun knew what to do in the future and didn't need anyone else to teach him.
Putting the letter away, Zhao Yanxun asked calmly: "Tell me about the grandson of the emperor!"
This question was very broad, and Liu De didn't know how to answer it for a while.
"Zhao Weilong, the grandson of the emperor, will turn sixteen this year and is the eldest son of the late prince..."
Starting from his personal situation, Liu De introduced Zhao Weilong objectively, allowing Zhao Yanxun to gain some understanding of him.
Putting the letter into the envelope, Zhao Yanxun said in a deep voice: "So, my eldest nephew...is not an ordinary person!"
It was difficult for Liu De to answer this, so he remained silent.
Then Zhao Yanxun asked: "How is your father's health?"
"According to what the empress said, the emperor is bedridden and is probably on his deathbed. It will be difficult... to survive this year!"
Nodding, Zhao Yanxun didn't say anything more, but his heart was full of mixed feelings.
This old father treated him well, and he also listened to his "gossips" and controlled the spread of zombies to the greatest extent, so Zhao Yanxun had a good impression of him.
It's a pity that he probably won't be able to see him anymore... Zhao Yanxun is helpless.
Sighing softly, Zhao Yanxun said slowly: "I still have to work hard to make another trip and bring a letter to my mother and concubine for me!"
After saying this, Zhao Yanxun walked towards Lin Jingyu.
There was paper and pen where she read, and Zhao Yanxun happened to borrow them.
Lin Jingyu immediately stood up, gave up her desk, and began to study ink for Zhao Yanxun.
After absorbing the ink, Zhao Yanxun picked up his pen and started writing.
There are two aspects to his letter. The first is to greet Concubine Duan and tell her that he is doing well. The second is to warn Concubine Duan not to mess around in the capital. The most important thing is to protect yourself.
While Zhao Yanxun was writing, Lin Jingyu, who was studying ink, was not idle and asked Liu De about the situation in the capital, especially the situation of the Lin family.
After a while, Zhao Yanxun finished writing, and at this time a eunuch brought an envelope.
After sealing it, Zhao Yanxun handed it to Liu De.
"Don't leave in a hurry. Let's repair it for a few days first. There are still letters to give to you later!"
At that moment, Zhao Yanxun could only think of so much, and he would continue to write whatever he thought of later.
"Go and rest!"
"Slave, please leave!"
After learning about the situation in the capital, Zhao Yanxun and Lin Jingyu each had their own thoughts, so they did not say a word at the moment.
Finally, Lin Jingyu broke the silence and asked: "Your Majesty, can we... still go back?"
"Going back to where?"
"Go back to the capital!"
Walking up to Lin Jingyu, Zhao Yanxun pinched her chin and whispered: "Do you really want me to be Taizong?"
Inciting her husband to rebel was not allowed by the education Lin Jingyu received since childhood, so she remained silent at this moment.
At this moment, Huo An walked into the main hall, lowered his head and reported: "Your Majesty...the two chief ministers have an audience!"
Do you want to see the two elders? We just met half an hour ago. What's going on now?
"knew!"
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When they arrived at Jinshen Hall, the two ministers were already waiting in the west hall.
Seeing Zhao Yanxun appear, Cheng Wenguang was the first to speak: "Your Highness, there is an epidemic in Jingdong County, twenty-five people have died, and another seventy-eight are bedridden..."
Cheng Wenguang's words made Zhao Yanxun's expression serious.
"Where did the plague occur? Within the city or outside the city?"
"It happened outside the county town, with a working team!"
"What are the characteristics of this epidemic?" Although Zhao Yanxun is not a doctor, he is well-informed and might recognize allergies or heatstroke.
Cheng Wenguang then replied: "According to Zhu Ancai's report, when the disease attacks, you will foam at the mouth, in mild cases, you will be comatose and weak, and in severe cases, you will die directly!"
"How does an epidemic occur? Do you know its cause?"
"There are no good doctors in Jingdong. We only know that there is a plague, but we don't know the cause!"
"They must not know how to treat it!" Zhao Yanxun sneered.
"What do you think?"
As a decision-maker, the handling of specific affairs is the responsibility of the officials below. Zhao Yanxun only needs to make decisions.
"As there are specialties in the art, I think we should send out capable imperial doctors from the Good Medical Clinic to Jingdong to deal with the epidemic!"
"Well...that's all we can do. Let's send the imperial doctor to deal with the epidemic first!"
Zhao Yanxun only hoped that this was not a serious infectious disease, and he was very distressed that too many people had died.
Fortunately, the good doctor has recruited talents from the capital, including doctors who specialize in epidemic diseases.
"Go on errands!"
"yes!"
After the two people retreated, Zhao Yanxun sighed again, thinking that it would be too difficult to live an happy life.
During today's discussion, he had already thought of a big fight, who knew something like this would happen.
I hope it won’t affect the Northern Expedition... Zhao Yanxun said to himself.
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Good Medical Clinic, this is the medical department of the royal palace, which recruits all kinds of talents.
After Zhao Yanxun's transformation, the Good Medical Clinic not only treats diseases, but also takes on the task of cultivating talents.
Today, the Good Medical Clinic has nearly thirty ordained imperial physicians and more than seventy apprentices.
At this moment, many apprentices are busy in the courtyard of the good doctor's office. They are drying medicinal materials.
Everything seemed peaceful until a clerk walked into the courtyard and the quiet atmosphere was broken.
Arriving at the lobby, the clerk went directly to the good doctor Yang Deqiu, took out the report and said: "Master Yang, there is an epidemic in Jingdong, this is the report!"
After Yang Deqiu received the report, the clerk continued: "Two long history officials ordered ten imperial doctors and twenty apprentices to be selected by the good doctor's office to rush to Jingdong. Please make arrangements as soon as possible, Master Yang, and we will set off in the afternoon!"
After reading the report, Yang Deqiu realized that the problem was serious, so he immediately summoned all the imperial doctors.
In the lobby, all the imperial doctors of the palace gathered together.
"Everyone is aware of the situation. Doctor Wang... you focus on treating epidemics, so I will let you choose the manpower to go to Jingdong. How about that?"
Wang Hexian was the talent Zhao Yanxun found when he went to the Imperial Hospital. This person focused on treating plagues.
After arriving in Yuanyang, his main task was to study the characteristics of zombies, and he personally produced many of the research results.
At this moment, when Yang Deqiu pointed him out, Wang Hexian said simply: "Okay!"
Now that he had accepted the task, Wang Hexian stopped talking nonsense and directly ordered all the people in the lobby.
For Wang Hexian, this epidemic is the time for him to show off his talents, so he has been particularly active.
It's not to make meritorious deeds, but to show off what I've learned and realize my own life value.
Everyone else went to prepare, but Yang Deqiu left Wang Hexian in the lobby.
"Brother Xian, you must be more cautious when going to Jingdong this time. Even if you cannot cure people, you must contain the epidemic!" Yang Deqiu warned.
Wang Hexian disagreed with this, but he did not reply to Yang Deqiu's words, but made a request: "Please prepare enough medicinal materials, there will be a great demand!"
"These medicinal materials are hard to come by. They are given to..."
Before Yang Deqiu finished speaking, Wang Hexian stepped forward and said, "The medicinal materials... are used to save people!"
