Son of Song Dynasty

Chapter 143 Confused
At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the ten permanent attendants deceived the general He Jin into the palace alone, then closed the palace door and rushed forward with weapons in hand, chopping He Jin into seventeen or eight pieces. The others led the army to kill a clean one, but He Jin's act of entering the palace without warning has been ridiculed by later generations, and has become synonymous with stupid death.

Zhao Guangyi doesn't want to be the second He Jin, such a precedent, of course, it's not okay.

After making the request for Empress Song to stay outside, Zhao Guangyi stared at Empress Song's face, carefully observing the changes in her expression.

Empress Song was taken aback for a moment, and then she understood Zhao Guangyi's intentions. Her face immediately revealed an angry look, but she forcibly held back the attack and nodded her head reluctantly.

Only then was Zhao Guangyi relieved, he waved his hand, and led eight relatives and important officials into the gate of Funing Palace.

Turn from the palace gate to the main hall, then pass through a long corridor, and then enter the sleeping hall located in the third entrance. Along the way, servants and guards on duty are everywhere, and there is one person standing on duty almost every three or two steps.

Zhao Guangyi soon noticed that almost all of these people were strangers. Obviously, Empress Song couldn't trust the old people of Funing Palace, so much so that she sent all her confidantes here to be on duty.

This little discovery made Zhao Guangyi a little nervous. He was afraid that behind a certain curtain or somewhere in a side hall, a group of Dutch armored sergeants would suddenly appear and chop up the brains of their eight important officials. Fortunately, these strange-looking internal servants and guards on duty did not reveal any aura of killing, and they did not seem to have set traps or ambushes at all.

After entering the bedroom, Zhao Guangyi and other ministers immediately smelled a strong smell of medicine, which made everyone feel at ease. Since the Holy One can still insist on taking the medicine, it means that the situation is not too bad.

"I pay homage to the Holy One!" Zhao Guangyi and others saluted together in front of the curtain of the sick bed, but there was no movement inside the curtain.

Zhao Guangyi became suspicious, he approached and wanted to open it, but the tent saw it clearly, a servant standing beside him took the first step and opened it for him.

The ministers looked intently and saw Zhao Kuangyin lying on the imperial couch with his eyes closed and his chest heaving slightly, as if he was sleeping soundly.

Zhao Guangyi was still a little worried. He leaned over and wanted to wake up Zhao Kuangyin, but Wen Han, the head of the imperial hospital on duty, stopped him with gestures. rest, please do not disturb your highness!"

Zhao Guangyi had no choice but to give up. He scanned the bedroom twice, and found a medicine bowl on the table next to it, with medicine dregs left in the bottom of the bowl.He carefully probed the surface of the medicine bowl with his hand, and felt that there was still a little warmth. It seemed that what Doctor Wen said was true, and the patient had indeed just taken the decoction.

"Physician Wen, you told me earlier that your majesty's illness is not serious, why is he still like this now? Could it be that you waited for the imperial doctor to deceive me?" Zhao Guangyi stared at Wen Han, his voice was unsteady. He is big, but he speaks in a stern voice, which has a sense of deterrence and intimidation.

Wen Han held his beard in his hand, shook his head like an old pedant, and said, "As the saying goes: Illness comes like a mountain, and it goes like a thread. Although the illness of the Holy Majesty is not a serious problem, how can it be that the anger is too strong and hurts the internal organs? Take it lightly? There is a saying in the "Huangdi Neijing"..."

He started talking nonstop, rattling off a lot of profound and ancient medical terms, just so that Zhao Guangyi could neither understand nor have the patience to listen.

Sure enough, Zhao Guangyi interrupted him impatiently with his hand and asked: "When will the Holy One wake up?"

Wen Han showed a look of embarrassment, and said in a deep thought: "This... I can't decide for this old man."

"Huh?" Zhao Guangyi raised his eyebrows, as if he was about to get angry, and his face was clearly showing suspicion. After finally meeting him, he only saw a sleeping person, and he didn't know when he would wake up. It's too strange, is there a fraud in it?
In desperation, Wen Han hurriedly continued: "In the past two days, I could only wake up once a day, but in the past two days, I can wake up twice a day, and my appetite has improved a little. This means that it is improving, but the Holy Majesty The sick body really needs to lie down and recuperate, and it can only be disturbed as little as possible. Otherwise, if the illness worsens, how can the Tai Hospital bear the heavy responsibility?"

He oppressed Zhao Kuangyin's illness, Zhao Guangyi couldn't force anything more, so he snorted dissatisfiedly, but he didn't force Wen Han anymore; in stomach.

Zhao Guangyi inspected the dormitory back and forth twice, and carefully questioned the servants who were in charge of decocting medicine and serving food, and found nothing suspicious, so he gave up and led the other seven important officials out of the dormitory.

As soon as these uninvited guests left, Wen Han sat down on the chair as if he had collapsed, feeling cold sweat on his chest and back.He knew very well in his heart that King Jin and others came in just now, and it was really more dangerous than shaving their heads. Once the truth is revealed, he, Mr. Wen, has ten heads that are not enough to chop off. Can't keep him!
Zhao Kuangyin's real condition is much more serious. He does wake up for a while every day. Although he can eat and drink, he is not conscious and has always been groggy.

Judging from Wen Han's more than [-] years of experience in practicing medicine, the hope of the Holy Majesty's recovery is extremely slim, if not completely non-existent.Generally speaking, after being sick like this, if you can recover your sanity and only leave some disabilities and hemiplegia, you are already in good luck, and you are lucky; It goes without saying.

Today is considered to be fooling around. King Jin and others will definitely come back tomorrow, and even come to inquire every day. Do you expect to continue fooling around like this forever?

Thinking of this, Wen Han shook his head, now he only hoped that Empress Song could make up her mind as soon as possible, and hurriedly summoned the Prince of Tianshui County to come back to preside over the overall situation.

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Not long after the ministers dispersed, Empress Song, who felt the same fear and guilt as Wen Han, ordered someone to summon Liu Lexian, the supervisor of the internal treasury.Although she is the empress, she is only a woman who lives in the deep palace, and the servants around her are maids. Most of these people are vulgar and shallow, and they don't have much knowledge. Speaking of it, it is the one who can really discuss important matters. Only Liu Lexian from the internal treasury detainee class is left.

(End of this chapter)