Reincarnation of the powerful minister

The prince's "remaining words" are really just a paragraph of plain language, written on thick and tough paper and sealed in an envelope.

Su Yan tore off the cover and looked carefully:

"Qinghe, the young master went to Nanjing to preside over the mausoleum ceremony.

"The winter solstice is one of the four major sacrifices. This year, when the country encounters major events and the capital is restless, it is even more important to sacrifice to the Xiaoling Mausoleum to eliminate disasters. It is not only the father's will to pay homage to the mausoleum on behalf of the emperor, but also the order of the young master as the heir. responsibility.

"You didn't come back until you left. I tried to say goodbye to you face to face, but failed twice.

"I thought about it. Instead of telling you in the letter and causing you unnecessary worries, it's better not to say it. Maybe when you return to Beijing, the young master can come back one step earlier and stop your carriage outside the city gate.

"At that time, you don't need to rush back to your life, and I don't need to rush back to the palace. How about just being the children of ordinary people for a few days and going to the suburbs to play and relax together."

……good.Su Yan silently responded, his heartstrings were more than half loose, he folded the paper again, put it in an envelope, and put it in his arms.

He asked the servant: "Your master, did you explain anything else?"

The servant shook his head after thinking about it: "No more." Suddenly he said, "By the way, since Master Su is back, there should be no need to send the rest of the letter to Shaanxi. This servant will go get it and give it to Your Excellency."

"The rest of the letter?"

"That's right, I wrote them all before I left Beijing in July, and I ordered that one be mailed every two days. I said that I was worried about the bumpy road and the complicated things to do when I arrived in Nanjing, which delayed writing the letter." The servant in the cabinet He took out a wooden box, which contained a thick stack of unmailed letters, and handed them to Su Yan.

Holding the wooden box in his arms, Su Yan unconsciously saw the appearance of a little ghost writing letters all night, counting the number of pieces with his fingers, and his chest was full of heat.

He said to the servant: "Can I sit alone in the hall for a while and read these letters?"

The waiter repeatedly said, "Your Excellency, please do your own thing." After making tea and serving fruits, he left the hall.

Su Yan took off his boots and sat cross-legged on the red sandalwood rattan heart arhat couch that he had slept on.

Across the kang table, the surface of the rattan woven couch on the opposite side was slightly sunken, as if someone was sitting there all the time, playing leaf cards, chess, and talking nonsense with him according to the case.

Su Yan opened letters with a smile, looked at the many "Qinghe" who looked up, and responded softly: "Hey, master."

At the Fengtianmen court meeting, Emperor Jinglong was sitting on the dragon chair behind the imperial case, wearing an ocher-yellow cloud-shoulder, sleeve-sleeve Longlan round-neck robe, with a straight back and straight back, sitting in an elegant posture, with his hands on his knees in a respectful manner, and his crown on his hat. The thin beard of the Leisi Golden Dragon never wavered.

The voices of the courtiers playing their affairs in the arena came and went in his ears, as if the tide was far away from the sandbar, hazy and noisy.

"...King Hukuoli of Oara Khan died in the city of Hasta...Kunle, the great prince of Oara, killed Uharang, the son of the Tatar Taishi Tuhuotai...The vengeful soldiers attacked the Tatar royal court, drove straight in, and slaughtered all the way The three Tatar subordinate tribes... Later, Kunle withdrew his troops due to the fire platform and returned to the army... Both sides suffered casualties..."

"In this campaign, the Tatars claimed to the outside world that they 'defeated the Oirat cavalry, and the name of the grand master's bravery spread throughout the North Desert again. Although the royal court of Tartar was stable, the loss of troops in this campaign was far greater than that of Oara, and countless supplies such as cattle and horses were looted. The cavalry led by Kunle came and went quickly, and did not engage in direct combat with the Tuhuotai army..."

"...The bandits and bandits in Henan were divided into two groups. The west was led by Madman Liao. They crossed the river and passed through the Weihui Mansion. They were ambushed by soldiers and horses under the command of the minister, and retreated to the Nanyang area...The brothers Wang Wu and Wang Chen, the leaders of the east route army, Fleeing around Bozhou and Xuzhou, their whereabouts are erratic...I may go north to Shandong, or east to Nanjing...Although it is not a climate, we must guard against it..."

"...The breach in the Guide area of ​​the lower reaches of the Yellow River flooded a large area of ​​houses and farmland. The local officials were unable to block the breach and jumped into the river with a statue in their arms to calm the flood..."

Emperor Jinglong stood up suddenly, put his hands on the edge of the imperial case, and stood upright on the jade steps like a beautiful watch.

The official of the Ministry of Industry who was playing was startled, poured the words back down his throat, hiccupped loudly, and hurriedly knelt down to apologize.

Emperor Jing Long didn't look at him, nor did he look at all the civil and military officials, but looked far beyond the Meridian Gate tower.The sunlight made his outline glow like a halo, and none of the courtiers could clearly see his expression at this moment.

In the silence, the emperor opened his mouth in a calm voice: "All the matters played by the ministers will be collected by the general secretary and handed over to the cabinet for discussion. Retire."

Lan Xi, who was accompanying behind the throne, immediately stepped forward and held the emperor's elbow in a vain manner.

From a short distance away, only he could see that the emperor was holding the hand on the edge of the imperial case, with protruding knuckles and white fingertips, as if he had exerted great strength.

Lan Xi's heart was awe-inspiring, but she didn't dare to make a sound, she lowered her head and maintained a supporting posture.

After a few short breaths, the emperor slowly let go of his fingers, and without his support, he walked steadily away from the throne and entered Fengtian Hall backwards.

A group of servants followed closely behind. The emperor passed through the main hall and entered the second room on the right. When he crossed the threshold, he stumbled and immediately ordered: "Everyone go out! Close the door of the palace! Lan Xi!"

The servants hurriedly bowed back and closed the door of the second room.

Lan Xi took a few quick steps and supported the emperor's body.

The emperor's body trembled slightly, as if some kind of power still released a little power after being controlled by him.

Lan Xi felt in a trance that the emperor seemed to be wrestling with some huge invisible thing.He asked in a trembling voice: "My lord...do you want to announce the imperial physician?"

Cold sweat oozes from the forehead, and the middle sheet is soaked. The emperor almost pinched his arm, and just gritted his teeth and said: "I don't want to announce it. Secretly summon Chen Shiyu."

"I'll go now, servant girl." Lan Xi endured the pain and helped him to lie down on the couch, "My lord, please wait a moment. Mr. Ying Xu is currently living in the outer court and will be here in a while."

The emperor closed his eyes and remained silent.

Not long after, Chen Shiyu followed Lan Xi into the hall in a hurry. Seeing the situation, without saying a word, he felt the pulse and gave the needle.

Each long needle is dipped in oil on a sesame oil lamp, burnt red with the lamp, and deeply pierce the main acupuncture points on the head and neck.Lan Xi watched it from the sidelines many times, but was still terrified every time.

Then, Chen Shiyu repeatedly pricked the entire scalp with the fire needle.After a long time, when he heard the emperor let out a breath slowly, he relaxed the tension between his brows, and carefully retracted the needle.

Lan Xi took a cotton towel and wiped the fine beads of sweat on the emperor's forehead.

Chen Shiyu sat on the round stool in front of the couch, and asked in a deep voice: "Your Majesty must tell the truth to this old man—how much does it hurt when it happens?"

The emperor opened his eyes and looked at him: "It can be tolerated."

Chen Shiyu shook his head: "Your Majesty's perseverance is amazing, but one must know that the human spirit is like a tendon, no matter how tough it is, it will break when stretched to the limit.

"Your Majesty's headaches have become more frequent and severe recently, and the short-term blindness has never occurred again. It shows that the disease is not in the eyes, but in the brain. The old man still has those few doctor's orders-don't bother your mind and mind anymore, put down the government and recuperate the body, and take care of yourself every day. Use decoction to assist acupuncture, and take Datura appropriately when the pain is unbearable."

The emperor asked back: "If everything is done according to the doctor's advice, can my illness be completely cured?"

Chen Shiyu was slightly stunned, and sighed: "I don't dare to lie to the king, I can only say that it can relieve symptoms and pain. Three parts cure, seven parts support, Your Majesty."

The emperor said: "Only diseases that cannot be eradicated should be nourished more than cured. Mr. Ying Xu, do you really not consider my previous proposal?"

Chen Shiyu got up and bowed deeply: "I am ashamed, I am so ashamed! Even if I study hard, I can't do what Hua Tuo did... To tell you the truth, just at the beginning of this month, I tried to save two people who were dying of head diseases and voluntarily The operation was performed on the patient who underwent craniotomy. As a result, one of the two people did not wake up after the operation; the other did wake up with complete consciousness and clear speech. , died without treatment... I am really... really sorry for the two of them, and I will never dare to harm a third person!"

The emperor covered up the disappointment in his eyes: "Forget it, I won't force you. Since I am ordered by the heavens, everything depends on the will of the heavens."

While re-prescribing and adjusting the medication, Chen Shiyu blamed himself and looked miserable.

The emperor glanced at him: "It doesn't have to be like this. As long as you survive the attack, it will be the same as usual. It seems that the torture of this disease will not kill me."

Lan Xi was worried that this would be a bad omen, so she said anxiously: "——My lord!"

The emperor closed his eyes again, and said in a low voice: "Just prescribe the medicine that should be prescribed, and administer the needle that should be given. If there is any new method, sir, don't be taboo. Just 'let go of the government', and there is no need to mention it in the future. "

He took a deep breath, suppressed the waves of pain in his head, and continued: "As for the mandala... it can indeed relieve pain, but it can also disturb people's minds. I must keep my mind clear when I deal with state affairs every day, and I cannot use it."

Chen Shiyu persuaded: "A small amount will have little effect on the mind. Severe pain will also harm the body, Your Majesty."

The emperor replied unmoved: "In the past years when Ganzhou was changed, the king of Yu was pierced by the tip of a halberd in his chest, and the pain was so painful that he never took this medicine, and I don't even know how to use it."

Chen Shiyu had no choice but to take the written prescription and hand it to Lan Xi, and after a few more instructions, he resigned.

When he opened the palace door to go out, a servant outside the door hesitated, and finally stepped in, and knelt down and kowtowed through the heavy curtain: "Slaves and maids will die, but because the emperor once said that if Sir Su asked to see, Be sure to report immediately..."

There was a moment of silence in the curtain, and the emperor's voice came out: "I pass on my oral order... see you!"

The servant froze for a moment, seemingly surprised.

Lan Xi shouted, "Didn't you hear the oracle?"

The servant hurriedly kowtowed: "Your maidservant receives the decree! Now go pass it on."

"and many more."

The waiter froze.

"...Nothing, you go."

The temple door closed again.

Lan Xi moxibusted the emperor's temple with medicine sticks, and said softly, "Why don't you send him an audience after the emperor feels better?"

The emperor closed his eyes, expressionless.

Just when Lan Xi thought he was drowsy, the emperor suddenly said, "I will never summon him in private again. Lan Xi, you have served me for many years, and you know what to say and what not to say."

The emperor's tone was calm, but the meaning behind his words was as sharp as a blade.Lan Xi's fingers trembled, and she replied in a respectful voice, "Your servant understands, the emperor is at ease."

"...The emperor really said that?" Su Yan asked in disbelief.

The servant who delivered the message said: "Really."

Su Yan's mind was a little confused, and he asked again: "Besides, what else did the emperor say... or what he is doing, what expression... I hope the father-in-law will tell you."

The servant frowned: "Master Su said this. How dare a servant look at the sky and speculate on the holy meaning? In short, it's just two words—'I don't see'!" After finishing speaking, he cupped his hands perfunctorily, turned and left.

Su Yan stood alone on the spot, his chest hurting from being hit by these two hard words.

Xu is busy with political affairs and has no time to see me...he thought silently, why don't I ask to see me tomorrow.

——No!Even if you don't have time now, at least give me a reason and arrange another time, why just, just throw me two words in such a cold way!

"Thinking and thirsty" "I haven't heard Qingfen for a long time"... The warm and affectionate words in the letter are still in front of my eyes, but when people arrive at the door, they are mercilessly shut away?

The more Su Yan thought about it, the more depressed he became: he rode fast all the way, endured turning him into a carriage of fried chestnuts, and was so motion sick that he vomited bile.

That's all for Zhu Helin in Nanjing.Qilang knew that he would not show up when he returned to Beijing, and now even the emperor refused to see him...Since he is so busy, why bother to sweet talk in the letter, as if he is important to him!

Su Yan groaned angrily and scolded Goubi twice, the anger subsided a little, and he slowly walked back to the carriage with his hands in his hands, always feeling that something was wrong.

Could there be something hidden in it?While thinking, he opened the door curtain. As soon as he poked his head into the car, he was grabbed by his shoulders with a force and pulled him over. He couldn't help exclaiming "ahhh"—

He fell into the arms of a man and was strangled by his arms. He couldn't even see the man's face clearly, so he could only beat the man's back vigorously and yelled: "Let...let go, your father is strangled to death! "

The other party laughed amusedly, the strength of the hug relaxed a bit, but he still didn't let go, and sniffed deeply at the side of his neck a few times: "I just stepped into the capital, and I came to the palace to ask for an audience even if I didn't have time to eat. The so-called passion for adultery is just like that."

This subwoofer is too familiar to recognize.Su Yan gritted his teeth and said, "Zhu Xujing, why do you have intermittent convulsions? Let go, let go!"

King Yu let go of his hand with a smile, and helped him even out the creases at the front of his clothes.Without waiting for Master Su Yanxing to inquire about the crime, he preemptively said: "Accompany me to have a meal with this king, and you can inquire about anything you want, and you can talk about everything you know."

Su Yan didn't really want to have dinner with him, but he really needed someone to ask, showing a hint of hesitation.

King Yu strikes while the iron is hot: "Shen Qi is not in the capital, not many people know his whereabouts."

"I will go to Beizhen Fusi to inquire."

"The prince went to Nanjing, there is another inside story."

"...I can ask the emperor."

"I heard it just now. Brother Huang said, I don't see you. The attitude is indifferent and heartless, like a heartless man who turns his face and refuses to recognize anyone as soon as he gets out of bed."

Su Yan immediately scolded: "Have something to do with you? Get lost!"

King Yu laughed loudly, and threw his arms over his shoulders, took his hand, and firmly pressed it under his waist: "It's better to touch it yourself than to fart on your mouth."

Su Yan's palm was full of strong gluteus maximus, and he was shocked by this shameless arrogance.