Chapter Seventeen The Son of Heaven is Seriously Ill
During the spring plowing ceremony, the emperor went to the royal fields to personally plow the fields on the first day of spring, setting an example for the people in the world, and praying to God for good weather this year.
Zhu Qiyu left the imperial city a few days ago and took several favored women on a hunting trip. He only arrived at the Xiannong Altar in the southwest suburbs of Beijing on the third day before the sacrifice.
In the feudal farming era, spring plowing sacrifices were a top national event.
Don't be lazy.
Zhu Qiyu knows the importance.
Generally, major sacrifices require three days of fasting.
Therefore, in the past three days, Zhu Qiyu did not have the pleasure of seeing the woman by his side. Instead, he went on an outing, hunted, and took a rest - leaving the palace many days in advance just to relax.
He was under too much pressure.
Eight years after he ascended the throne, Zhu Qiyu is no longer the king who just lay back and enjoyed life.
The past eight years have seemed uneventful.
Zhu Qiyu knew very well that there were turbulent waves lurking beneath the calm. Not to mention anything else, just the case of the Prince of the East Palace falling into the water four years ago made Zhu Qiyu extremely afraid.
I didn't think so at the time.
But after four years, he didn't have any more children.
Only then did I slowly realize the horror of the case of the prince falling into the water.
If his son had passed away at that time and there was no support from the crown prince, how much support would he have as an emperor from his ministers? What kind of "courtesy" would he receive after his death?
OK.
On the contrary, Zhu Qizhen, who lived in Nangong, gave birth to five sons and four daughters in eight years...
This comparison made Zhu Qiyu feel even more melancholy.
Fortunately, it's time to make amends.
In the fourth year of Jingtai's reign, the East Palace was cleaned.
In the sixth year of Jingtai's reign, the East Palace was cleaned again.
I plan to clean it again this year.
Fortunately, our little bastard is still alive and kicking, and according to the reports of Zhang Peng and Zhu Yong, the two imperial masters, the little bastard is now well-read in scriptures, familiar with bows and horses, and has the style of Taizong.
Zhu Qiyu was very pleased.
I plan to let the little brat assist the government in two or three years and learn how to govern the country.
However, Zhu Qiyu felt that his health was getting worse day by day.
Perhaps because he had spent a lot of time outing and hunting in the past few days, in the evening, Zhu Qiyu felt a little dizzy, and felt that his breathing was tense and his limbs were weak. He asked the imperial doctor to examine him, and found that apart from a weak pulse, there were no other obvious lesions.
Zhu Qiyu had no choice but to stay in bed and rest.
As long as your body can still hold on, you must attend tomorrow's spring plowing ceremony. National events cannot be taken lightly.
He fell asleep in a daze.
I don't know how long it took, but Zhu Qiyu woke up leisurely. He was still dizzy, his mouth was dry, and his mouth was dry. In the flickering candle shadow, he felt that everything around him seemed blurry, and he softly called someone.
Xing'an stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty is awake."
He slowly lifted Zhu Qiyu up.
Then he asked: "My servant has asked someone to prepare some porridge to eat. Your Majesty, please eat some?"
Zhu Qiyu shook his head.
no appetite.
Said: "Xuan Yuyi."
He was probably suffering from some serious illness.
Xing'an hurriedly waved to the little eunuch at the door and asked him to go to Xuan Yuyi. After Zhu Qiyu sat down, he hurriedly poured a glass of warm water over and said, "Your Majesty, drink some warm water to moisten your throat."
Zhu Qiyu took the jade cup, took a sip, and asked, "Did something happen?"
Xing'an said: "It's nothing."
Just when the imperial doctor came in, Zhu Qiyu was haggard and said weakly: "What's wrong with me?"
The imperial doctor hesitated.
Zhu Qiyu snorted, "Say!"
The imperial doctor was startled and said hurriedly: "Your Majesty is worried about state affairs, works diligently on government affairs, works hard and sleeps day and night, and consumes a lot of money. The oil is running out, but I will do my best to nurse your Majesty's body back to health."
This is of course not true.
The truth is, Your Majesty, you sleep on the belly of a prostitute every day and wake up, your body is empty.
But how can you say this?
Are you not looking for death?
Zhu Qiyu knew it well, but he was also frightened.
The oil is exhausted?
Am I going to die?
He asked in a trembling voice: "Can it be cured?"
The imperial doctor murmured and said hesitantly: "Your Majesty is the emperor and has the care of the gods. As long as you rest more and take some decoction, your body will be fine."
How can I guarantee when it will be ready?
In fact, the imperial doctor knew very well that with your Majesty's lifestyle, where you spend so much effort on political affairs, have no restraint in your private life, and have a huge depletion of essence and blood, you cannot recover in three to five months.
Zhu Qiyu was silent for a long time and said weakly: "Xuanwu Qinghou Shi Heng."
Tomorrow, at the beginning of spring, I have to perform the Ji Tian Ceremony. I am afraid that I will not be able to get out of bed due to my physical condition, so I can only ask the person with the highest status among the accompanying officials to do it for me, while Yu Qian, Wang Wen, Hu Hui and others will sit in the court.
It can only be Shi Heng.
Shi Heng came to Zhu Qiyu's bed according to the order.
After Zhu Qiyu explained everything about the Jitian sacrifice, he asked Shi Heng to go down and prepare. After he left, Zhu Qiyu said to Xing'an: "I am worried that someone will do harm to the prince."
Xing'an smiled and said: "Your Majesty may be overly concerned. Allow me to say something boldly. Eight years have passed. Now the emperor's throne is stable and the East Palace is virtuous. Who dares to have different intentions?"
East Palace Dedu?
Zhu Qiyu forced a smile, that little brat was not worthy of these four words now, and he remembered the past when the little brat yelled and screamed in the Qianqing Palace to the point where he couldn't laugh or cry, and he suddenly felt sad.
If he died, would he be able to secure his position?
An imperial brother is imprisoned in Nangong, which is a hidden danger from time to time. After eight years, I am afraid that he will be very resentful towards himself. If he dies young and the young emperor ascends the throne, will the imperial brother cause a lot of troubles?
Come?
This is not bad, after all, most of the ministers in the court are promoted by themselves.
Although the imperial brother is a threat, it is not a big one.
The real threat is the highly accomplished Yu Shaobao, who controls the Ministry of War and has the powerful fighting force of the regiment and camp. If Yu Qian wants to usurp the country, no one can stop him.
In the event that he dies, as long as Yu Qian is willing, the regiment and the military department can easily put Yu Qian in yellow robes. Even if he doesn't wear yellow robes, he can still establish a puppet emperor.
Under such a situation, if I die, my son's empire may not be stable...
When the time comes, whether the imperial brother returns to the throne or Yu Qian usurps the country, will they treat the little brat well?
Then I remembered what my son once said to me.
After death, he received a bad title...
Evil posthumous title!
These two words cut into Zhu Qiyu's heart like a knife.
When he thought of this, Zhu Qiyu suddenly became furious.
The pressure that Zhu Qizhen and Yu Qian had put on him in the past few years suddenly burst out, and he felt his head was hot, and he fainted just like that. Xing'an was so anxious that he hurriedly called the imperial doctor outside the door.
The imperial doctor struggled for a while, and Zhu Qiyu woke up only half an hour later.
He waved his hand and signaled everyone to go out.
Weakly, he said to Xing'an: "Lu Zhong, commander of the Xuan Jin Yiwei."
But when Lu Zhong arrived, Zhu Qiyu fell asleep again and did not wake up for a moment until dawn. After explaining this, Lu Zhong immediately went down to make arrangements.
After Lu Zhong went down, Zhu Qiyu fainted again.
The imperial doctor was helpless.
Your Majesty is not sick, but is depleted of essence and blood, and can only recuperate slowly. This chapter has been completed!
