Rebirth of the Ming Dynasty: Sixth Generation of Glory, I don't want it

Zhang Xin didn’t spend much time thinking about Zhu Yu.

Soon Zhang Sanfeng retracted his fingers and asked Wanxiu to hand over the pen and paper. He wanted to prescribe a prescription for Zhang Xin.

"Do you still need to take medicine?"

Zhang Xin was surprised.

"The blood clots have to be drained. The imperial physician you keep usually prescribes Taifang, and dares not use strong medicines. He only takes it slowly, and the blood has clotted now. No matter what medicine you take, it won't work. What I'm prescribing now is not good without breaking it. It may not be too late to take it after you discuss it with His Highness."

Zhang Sanfeng took Zhang Xin's pulse every day.

I am very clear about Zhang Xin's current physical condition.

Although everything seems to be fine, there are indeed signs of a last gasp.

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Xin pondered for a while and asked.

"Vomiting, diarrhea, drowsiness, etc."

"understood."

As soon as Zhang Xin agreed, Zhang Sanfeng disappeared again.

As he rolled up his sleeves and put away his writing brush, he read the prescription Zhang Sanfeng had given him and frowned:

"Your Highness, this prescription contains all of Chuanxiong, Danshen, Leonurus japonicus, and Panax notoginseng."

"Yes, that's why Zhang Zhenren said, without destruction there is no construction."

Zhang Xin became a doctor after suffering from illness for a long time, and he had read a lot of medical books with Zhu Gaochi. He sighed and replied.

"The dosage is heavy. The imperial physician said that if a woman takes too little medicine, it will hurt her body, and too much medicine will harm her life."

His brows were almost knotted as he rolled up his sleeves.

Unless there was something else going on, Zhang Xin would usually prepare every dose of medicine herself, and after these days, she had taken most of the medicine.

But since Zhang Xin came to Wudang Mountain, all his symptoms have improved.

But instead they had to use strong and powerful medicines. She really didn't understand.

"Maybe it's time to try it out? Go and prepare some snacks. His Highness and the others will need something to fill their stomachs when they come back."

Zhang Xin smiled and sent Wanxiu away to do his work.

She couldn't see the complexion anyway, but there was ginseng in the medicinal herbs. If she took one dose a day, it would be normal for her face to be rosy.

But she knows her own body. She always feels a little heavy when she wakes up early every morning.

She just didn't want to worry the people around her, so she always took it easy and then pretended to be normal.

How could Zhang Sanfeng not see it when he took the pulse directly?

That's why Zhang Sanfeng gave her a strong medicine.

But once this recipe came out, Zhu Gaochi could no longer hide it.

He is now tired like a dog every day. He has lost all the weight he hadn't lost in all these years, just so that she can get better.

Zhang Xin had no idea what to say or how to comfort her that night.

When people are thinking about something, time passes very quickly.

Before Zhang Xin could come up with any good explanation, it was already getting dark.

Before it became completely dark, three members of the Zhu family returned happily.

After being treated to a home-cooked meal, Zhu Yu immediately set off to meet people from the Ministry of Works.

The family of three drank tea and chatted as usual.

"Uncle Eighteen is very satisfied with Wudang Golden Summit as a whole, but he also found some flaws."

Zhu Gaochi smiled wickedly.

"Eighteenth Uncle said he was very generous. I think it is true. A prince is still bullied by his subjects. Humph!"

Zhu Zhanyong knew that his uncle and his uncle had once had conflicts, so he spoke up for his uncle.

"Then you should also think about why a prince like him would be bullied by his subjects?"

Zhu Gaochi took the opportunity to teach Zhu Zhanyong a lesson.

Zhu Zhanji was destined to be the future emperor, and Zhu Zhanyong and Zhu Zhanzang were the future princes. How to be good princes was also the homework of the two younger sons.

"Not strong enough, right? I think Eighteenth Uncle was too young at that time, and the Mu family was too strong. Eighteenth Uncle had a grudge against my great-grandfather."

Zhu Zhanyong had already reached a conclusion.

Although Zhu Yu was Zhu Gaochi's great uncle, he was actually not much older than Zhu Gaochi. In his early years, he was not very good at hiding his thoughts, and Zhu Zhanyong had heard him complain.