Hairpin Phoenix

   Chapter 683 Loyal Minister (1)

   All the ministers knelt down for several days, and no amount of tears were shed. Now kneeling, pretending to cry a few times. The cries of the Marquis of Puyang echoed in the mourning hall, making all the ministers feel ashamed.

  The Marquis of Puyang cried so hard, they couldn't be compared!

   As a result, all the ministers gathered up their strength and began to cry.

   For a time, the cry in the mourning hall was like thunder.

  The fourth prince had his eyes swollen from crying, and seeing his father-in-law crying so sad that he almost fainted from crying, the tears came out again.

  His good father-in-law will always pick the time to make a memorial. After waiting for the first seven times, the memorial was sent to Li Jing. If it's too early, Li Jing is still wary. If it's too late, the dignity of being a courtier will be completely gone.

   As expected of the Marquis of Puyang, he is ten times stronger than fighting wars.

  The Marquis of Puyang cried for a long time, recounting the past events between him and Yongjia Emperor.

  This is of course crying for Prince Li Jing.

Li Jing also followed suit, and before Marquis Puyang almost fainted, he stretched out his hand to support Marquis Puyang and sighed: "Marquis Puyang is loyal to his father and the imperial court, which everyone can see. Now that the father is dead, Puyang Hou take care of your health, don't be too sad."

  The Marquis of Puyang burst into tears and cried and said: "His Royal Highness is so considerate to the minister, and the minister is grateful. In the future, the minister will do his best to continue to be loyal to Wei."

   Yes, this is a sign of faithfulness.

   It's almost like "I must obey His Royal Highness's orders in everything".

  The fourth prince twitched the corners of his mouth, unable to cry anymore, and wiped his tears with his sleeves. Looking up.

  His Royal Highness Prince was moved and sighed: "The Marquis of Puyang is indeed a loyal and good general of the Great Wei Dynasty. I have written down this loyalty."

  The Marquis of Puyang was very grateful: "Thank you, His Royal Highness."

   Finally got a little face, no longer showing loyalty. Mainly because the time and place are not right. The body of Emperor Yongjia lies in the coffin, and it has not been buried yet!

  The Marquis of Puyang never left the mourning hall once he entered the palace. Kneeling and crying in the daytime, and refusing to sleep at night, after a few days, her eyes were red and haggard.

   Even Lu Lin had to sigh to himself.

   Even in acting, it is really admirable to be able to "enter the drama" like this.

   After "Sanqi", Puyang Hou finally couldn't hold it anymore, and when he knelt down, he fell straight down.

   This fainting is by no means fake. Every day, I kneel and cry, and I can't sleep, just eat a steamed bun and drink a bowl of cold water. Even hard-hitting people can't stand it.

  Li Jing immediately ordered the Marquis of Puyang to be carried down to rest, and ordered the imperial physician to diagnose the pulse of Marquis Puyang, which gave Puyang Marquis enough dignity.

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   That night, Li Jing returned to the East Palace for three shifts.

  Li Jue, Li Xuan, and Li Cong all knew that their father would come back at this time, so they couldn't sleep. After seeing their father, they went to sleep satisfied.

  Li Jing couldn't eat well, couldn't sleep well, his face was white and blue, Lu Mingyu looked at it and felt worried.

   However, as a son, it is only natural for him to keep the spirit of his father. Not to mention, Li Jingde was filial piety at this time. No matter how hard you work, you have to persevere.

  Lu Mingyu's injury has improved quite a bit, his face is bloody, and it is much easier to move on the bed: "Come on the bed and rest."

  The weather was hot and dry. Li Jing didn't take a bath for several days, and he couldn't change his filial clothes. As soon as he got close, an unpleasant odor wafted out. Luckily, Lu Mingyu didn't dislike it at all.

Li Jing was also really tired, lying on the bed, his eyelids could hardly open, and also told Lu Mingyu about the fainting of Puyang Marquis: "... Puyang Marquis only eats steamed buns and drinks cold water every day, kneels and cry during the day. More sad than anyone else. He refused to sleep at night, and kept kneeling in front of his father's coffin. I was so tired and fainted today."

   "I asked someone to carry him to rest. After a few hours, he woke up and refused to rest any longer, so he was brought back to the mourning hall and continued to kneel."

   "I advised him to rest for an hour or two every day, but he refused. He told me that he was deeply favored by the emperor. Now he can only do his last for the emperor."

   "Compared with the Duke of Puyang, my prince seems to be perfunctory on his knees."

  Lu Mingyu raised his eyebrows: "The Marquis of Puyang is today, and he really has his own strengths. It's not entirely dependent on the imperial grandmother."

   Isn't it?

   Not everyone can be ruthless with this kind of heart and make themselves like this.

  The Marquis of Puyang accomplished this step, revealing the loyalty of his subjects. If Li Jing waited to see him, he could no longer move the Zhao family's army at will.

   After Lu Mingyu finished speaking, he heard no response. When he looked closely, he saw that Li Jing had fallen asleep with his eyes closed.

  Lu Mingyu was deeply distressed and reached out to caress Li Jing's thin face.

   She slept a lot during the day, but at this time she was in good spirits and had no sleepiness. Just turned sideways, staring at Li Jing's profile.

   Time slips by bit by bit.

   When Li Jing was supposed to get up on weekdays, Li Jing still didn't wake up. Lu Mingyu was ruthless and pushed Li Jing: "Don't sleep, it's time to get up and go to the mourning hall."

   Li Jing hummed in confusion, trying to open his eyes, but it was quite difficult.

  Lu Mingyu was startled, reached out to probe Li Jing's forehead, his heart sank suddenly: "Your forehead is hot, it must be a fever."

   The forehead under the palm of the hand was hot.

   Li Jing was dizzy and weak in his words: "The Imperial Physician Xuan is here, and give me a prescription to reduce fever. I'll drink the medicine before going."

It can only be the.

   When others can rest, Li Jing must show up.

  Lu Mingyu swallowed the sigh in his throat and called Qiyun to come in.

   Qiyun was also surprised when she heard that Li Jing had a fever, and immediately announced that Zhou Yuan would come over.

  The Zhou Yuan envoy quickly prescribed a prescription for His Royal Highness's pulse diagnosis, and personally boiled the decoction and delivered it. Li Jing didn't have anyone to wait on, so he raised his head and drank the soup and went to the mourning hall.

  Lu Mingyu couldn't rest assured, and was a little restless all day.

   Qiyun whispered comfortingly: "It has been suspended for more than 20 days, and I will endure it for another forty-nine days. When the emperor is buried, everything will be fine."

  Lu Mingyu sighed helplessly: "Li Jing's injury hasn't healed yet, so he was barely holding on. Now he has a fever again, and he has to continue kneeling. I'm just afraid that he will hurt his vitality."

   boil like this, how can you not hurt your body. No matter how you take care of it in the future, you won't be able to restore your damaged vitality.

  Lu Mingyu was worried and anxious, and Qiyun understood it. I can only pick up some nice car wheel words and say it over and over again. In desperation, Lu Mingyu sent people three times a day to decoct the medicine on time.

  Fortunately, Li Jing was young and in good health, so he took the medicine while holding on. After two days, the high fever subsided.

   Such filial piety has also won praise.

   As for the Marquis of Puyang, he was a model of loyal ministers. A few days later, he fainted again due to exhaustion and sadness. Under the watchful eyes of the public, he was carried down to rest.

  The courtiers were greatly touched, and they knelt down and cried with great care. Soon, the number of courtiers who were exhausted and fainted increased.

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   (end of this chapter)