Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 571 This disease can be cured

  Back to "Little Zhu Xiucai is the villain", Zhang Heling was excited.

   Eyes are red.

   Before he reached Jinshan, he felt that he had already made a fortune.

  If things go on like this, won’t they have to drag the whole boat to Daming for money in the future?

  The wind was blowing on his slightly bronzed face, and he seemed to see countless wealth beckoning to him.

  All the sufferings brought to him by the vast ocean disappeared without a trace.

  ………

  The fiftieth patient was finally sutured.

  Zhu Houzhao heaved a sigh of relief.

   Now that the death rate has dropped a lot, he feels very relieved. He feels that he can still make fifty more. When these people all recover and can be alive and kicking, he should enter the palace and meet his father.

  He stretched his tingling wrist and neck, and let out a long sigh of relief.

   It was noon at this time, the weather was good, and the spring was full of vigor, but at this time, someone from the palace came.

  It was an eunuch, with an inexplicably terrified look on his face.

  He frantically searched for the prince, and when he saw Zhu Houzhao, he knelt down, his face as pale as paper: "Your Highness, Your Majesty is critically ill, and my mother urgently ordered His Highness to enter the palace... and..."

  He glanced at Fang Jifan: "There is also Fang Jifan, Marquis of Dingyuan, who will enter the palace together."

  Zhu Houzhao's body trembled, he never expected that his father...

  He looked at Fang Jifan in horror: "Old Fang, didn't you say that it wasn't so fast..."

  Yeah, logically speaking, not so fast.

   When Emperor Hongzhi passed away, it was the eighteenth year of Hongzhi.

  Maybe... this is just an attack, not critical.

  You must know that before death, the patient with intestinal paralysis is extremely painful, and will experience many repeated attacks.

  Of course, it is not ruled out that history has changed, and his appearance has accelerated His Majesty's death in advance.

No way…

  When Fang Jifan thought of this possibility, he had some doubts. He is not a broom star. He has been very lucky. His Majesty has known him. It is more likely that he should live longer. After all, he is a child who loves to laugh.

  Fang Jifan didn't know how to answer.

  Zhu Houzhao stomped his feet: "Hurry up, enter the palace..."

  Zhu Houzhao's eye circles were red, and he was extremely nervous.

   Fang Jifan also became nervous.

  At this time, His Majesty is critically ill, and it is understandable to call Zhu Houzhao into the palace. After all, at this time, there must be funeral affairs to be taken care of, and many things need to be explained.

  And why call yourself into the palace?

   At this time, the people who are summoned into the palace, almost even a fool can understand that this must be the person His Majesty intends to entrust, and he is a mere Dingyuanhou. What is His Majesty entrusting?

   This is the end of the thought.

  Fang Jifan's eyes turned red.

  In any case, although stinginess is stinginess, Emperor Hongzhi is a good man. To be honest, he committed suicide like this, did many immoral things, and was still alive thanks to the emperor's generosity.

   For a long time, although Fang Jifan kept silent, but in his heart, he admired Emperor Hongzhi. If it were me, I would be the emperor, I would review memorials every day, I would forget to eat and sleep to act as an agent of state affairs, I would not indulge in women, I would not love to enjoy myself, I would not indulge in luxury, what kind of persistence is this... what kind of persistence.

  ...

  In a blink of an eye, Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan had arrived at the Meridian Gate on horseback.

  Fang Jifan prepared to dismount and walk into the palace.

  Zhu Houzhao said: "I can take care of so much at this time, come with me."

  Riding a horse, rushed into the Meridian Gate.

  Fang Jifan had no more doubts, and Pegasus followed.

   Riding a horse in this palace is very refreshing, but Fang Jifan's heart is still heavy.

   In the blink of an eye, the two had arrived at Qianning Palace.

   Outside the Qianning Palace, there was already a sea of ​​people, and there were palace maids and eunuchs everywhere.

  Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan entered the sleeping hall. In the sleeping hall, the Empress Dowager, Empress Zhang, and Princess Taikang were all sitting behind the curtain in the back room, crying softly.

  Emperor Hongzhi was on the sickbed, gasping like a gossamer, as if enduring unbearable pain.

  His eyes were cloudy, his face was pale, and when he collapsed, Liu Jian, Li Dongyang, Xie Qian, Ma Wensheng, Zhang Sheng, Wang Ao, British Duke Zhang Mao, and several noble ministers were kneeling.

  Everyone's face was ashen, and Liu Jian's face was filled with unconcealable grief, and he almost passed out.

  Fang Jifan saw this posture, and knew that... this was going to be left alone.

  He understood that he...was actually one of the candidates for Tuo Gu.

  I want to come to... Emperor Hongzhi was able to tolerate himself so much because deep in his heart, he had already listed himself as a candidate for Tuogu. This is absolute trust without the slightest impurity.

  As soon as he saw Zhu Houzhao coming, Emperor Hongzhi's eyes brightened slightly. Although the abdominal pain had made him unable to deal with it, he still forced a smile: "Prince...Prince...Prince..."

  He repeated his son over and over in his mouth.

  Zhu Houzhao prostrated himself on the ground, tears streaming down his face: "Royal Father." Then he prostrated himself on the ground and kowtowed.

  Emperor Hongzhi smiled, still muttering in his mouth: "Prince...Prince...Prince..."

  Zhu Houzhao seemed to be breaking down, just crying loudly.

Emperor Hongzhi went on to say: "The prince is still in Youchong, the one I worry about the most is him, I... I..." Every word he said seemed to use all the strength in his body: "I can't worry, he sometimes, very Clever, sometimes, very confused...so...that's why I need someone to help, you...all of you...come here, get closer, I...too tired, too tired..."

  Fang Jifan and all the ministers fell to the ground, Fang Jifan knelt down, this time he knelt in surrender.

Emperor Hongzhi said: "If he does something wrong, don't criticize him, you... are all my humerus, Liu Qing's family, Liu Qing's family, and you, many of you have sons, naturally...naturally...understand How I feel...I only have this one son, and I value him more than my own life. For many years...for many years..."

  Everyone's eyes were red.

  Behind the curtain, the cries of the female relatives were even more tragic.

  Fang Jifan felt uncomfortable listening, but seeing that Zhu Houzhao was sobbing, he collapsed directly.

  Holy shit...it's at this time, prince...your highness, your uncle, hurry up and talk about cutting your waist, if you don't cut it, it will be too late.

   But Zhu Houzhao had obviously forgotten, or his emotions had collapsed, so he had no time to think about it.

  Fang Jifan never expected that the situation would end like this.

  He asked the prince to be in charge because he knew very well that Fang Jifan, as a courtier, could not bring up the matter of cutting the waist. For such a big matter, the prince could only bring it up, and then he had to persuade Queen Zhang.

   As a foreign minister, if he said to cut the emperor's waist, wouldn't he be courting death?

  Thus, in his plan, this is what the prince should do.

  As for myself... From the beginning to the end, I can only serve as a support, um, the kind that is very reluctant.

  But the prince is usually careless, bragging loudly every day, yelling and saying that he is going to kill the Tatars outside the pass, but your uncle, at this time, you actually collapsed.

  Fang Jifan began to sweat coldly.

   At this time, I heard Emperor Hongzhi constantly trying to open his mouth, perhaps because the pain in his abdomen became more severe, and his face became paler.

  Zhu Houzhao burst into tears, out of breath.

  The rest of the people all wept.

   No time left.

  Delay for a moment may be more dangerous.

  Fang Jifan tugged Zhu Houzhao's back hem severely.

  Zhu Houzhao still didn't respond.

  Fang Jifan's face was also pale, his eyes were red, and suddenly he felt an inexplicable sense of tragedy: "This intestinal paralysis may not be incurable!"

   He roared.

   All of a sudden... the bedroom fell silent.

   This guy is really shocking.

  Liu Jian and others watched Fang Jifan.

  Everyone was horrified and inexplicable.

  The imperial doctors here are about to drop their jaws.

  The curtain was lifted, revealing three pairs of eyes, old ones, familiar ones, and three pairs of crisp eyes, looking at Fang Jifan in horror.

  The eunuchs buried their heads lower.

   Zhu Houzhao suddenly stopped crying.

Yes…

  Intestinal paralysis can be cured.

  Then why is Bengong crying?

  He suddenly realized, but just now he didn't know what happened, but... completely lost control of his emotions.

   "Fang Jifan, what did you say?"

  The voice of the Empress Dowager.

   It stands to reason that as a female family member, she shouldn't show up, but at this point, who cares about these things?

  Fang Jifan glanced at Zhu Houzhao who was full of tears but stared at him blindfolded, wishing to slap him directly.

  Your uncle, I still wanted you to top the tank, but it turned out to be Fang Jifan.

  Look, the Empress Dowager directly said what you said to Fang Jifan.

  Fang Jifan took a deep breath: "It's better to let His Royal Highness explain."

   "I...I...Sun Chen...Sun Chen..."

  The empress dowager stared at Fang Jifan with a stern face: "No, let Fang Qing's family tell. You just said that intestinal paralysis...can be cured?"

   Sure enough... Whoever speaks first will definitely have no good results.

  Fang Jifan gritted his teeth: "Yes, since I have said this, I am ready to die without a burial place, so I dare to say that it can be cured!"

  Hoo...

  Everyone gasped.

  The Empress Dowager was still staring at Fang Jifan, as if she was thinking, or maybe she was exploring Fang Jifan's face, whether there was any suspicion of joking.

   After a long time, she said word by word: "How to cure it?"

   "..."

  This is the scariest question.

  If you take medicine, everything is easy to talk about.

   But disembowelling, you know, the ancients cared most about the integrity of the body. After all, after death, there will be a next life. If a person dies, there will be regrets if there is something missing from the body.

so…

  I can't tell.

  Zhu Houzhao said: "This is intestinal paralysis. To cure it, you must take off the waist of the father. After taking it off, you can be cured."

certainly…

  Zhu Houzhao was willing to say it at this time, which made Fang Jifan feel better.

  Take off the waist...

  At this time...the voice of countless people gasped again, saying...so light, let me pick your waist, okay?

  ………

  Chapter 5 sent.

  (end of this chapter)