Mighty and Majestic Concubine Wan Gui

"This must be Zhu Jianshen playing tricks on it!" Empress Hang stood in the East Palace, clasping her hands restlessly, with veins floating on the back of her white hands.The rouge and powdered face also showed a bit of sadness and sorrow, and there were faint fine lines at the corners of the eyes, and it was obvious that his complexion was not good-looking. "Your Majesty, Jian Ji only met with Zhu Jianshen, an outsider of the palace. Zhu Jianshen must have deliberately harmed him in order to seize the throne. The letters and eating toys he sent in must be poisonous. It is a matter of pretending to be intimate first and then secretly harming others. There are many in the palace, Your Majesty, Jian Ji is your own son, you can't sit idly by just to make a name for yourself."

Zhu Qiyu was already so annoyed that he didn't listen to her at all, and frowned and asked the imperial physicians who came out of the file: "How is the prince's condition?"

The imperial doctor said tremblingly: "It has improved a little." How should I put it, we are not sure what the disease is, and we are randomly preparing some medicines for warming the middle and invigorating Qi and delaying time.Now I only know the superficial symptoms but not the cause, so it is not easy to prescribe medicine!

For example, if you have a headache, the head is the meeting place of all yang, the home of Qingyang. May cause headache.If you want to cure a disease, you have to determine what is wrong before you can start. Otherwise, you can only prescribe some methods to control the disease and delay the time, and then find out the cause.

"The prince's condition is complicated and confusing."

"Although Zi didn't say anything strange, it doesn't rule out that the imperial garden is too empty and may have collided with ghosts and gods."

The imperial physicians knew that the prince was not poisoned, and that he had this kind of disease. He didn't have a fever, nor was he cold, but his whole body was sore and sore, and he was drowsy. It was indeed a disease that children easily get.

Zhu Qiyu frowned tightly, and his heart was even more twisted into a ball.I have some difficulties in terms of heirs, and now I have worked hard for nearly ten years, and there is only this one son.If anything happens to Jian Ji, the throne will return to Jian Shen, and all the efforts I have made will be in vain.

He had a vague thought in his heart, 'if virtue is not worthy, one will suffer disaster', could it be that I imprisoned the Supreme Emperor, and insisted on abolishing the crown prince, provoking the wrath of the sky, punishing crimes and offering relief?God, is it because I have the unreasonable desire to pass on from father to son, and because I violated the oath, did it really come true?How many people have made poisonous oaths since ancient times, and how many people have fulfilled them!Others are "gold belts for murder and arson, repairing bridges and roads without corpses", why is it so effective when it comes to me!

Empress Hang tried to act like she did when she was favored in the past, grabbing the emperor's sleeve to act coquettishly, but when she opened her mouth, she just screamed angrily: "During the Dragon Boat Festival, you didn't listen to me, and you didn't listen to me when you saw Ji, and now something happened. , you still don't believe me"

Zhu Jianji lay drowsy in the room, heard the quarrel, and coughed a few times: "It's not him cough cough cough cough cough cough"

I know, I took off my clothes at night and went out to catch a cold, and the next day I went to bed when I was full, and I had to eat spicy pot when I coughed.

Hey... the mothers said no, I just... oh...

"My son, you are confused!" Empress Hang was heartbroken.

Shang Gong next to her looked a little scared at the emperor's face, since the emperor said no, empress, don't talk back to the emperor!

Zhu Qiyu has always had a good temper and never beat anyone with his own hands. Now he finally couldn't help but push her: "If you keep agitating like this, go back and rest behind closed doors!" Resting behind closed doors means confinement.

As if struck by lightning, Empress Hang pushed back a few steps and looked at him dumbfounded: "Your Majesty?"

Zhu Qiyu snorted angrily, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was God's will, it was God's will!I am also very dissatisfied with Empress Hang. If you hadn't encouraged me so much back then, I wouldn't have made up my mind to change the prince so quickly.snort!If Queen Wang were here, she would never go crazy like you, grabbing and biting like you.Back then when the Wara soldiers came to the city, Wang sent people to comfort the soldiers before the war, and after the war to collect the corpses of both the enemy and us, to bury the Ming people well, and to bury the Wala people to prevent diseases. She sits in the palace The demeanor is peaceful... Forget it, even though she has a city mansion, her temper is too irritating.

He tried to turn a deaf ear to Queen Hang's words, but his son was ill in bed, so he couldn't listen at all.

Thinking carefully about my nephew's daily life, there has never been a gun in his house, and he used traps and cats to catch mice.When he goes out of the palace, he always takes people with him, just playing and playing, never avoiding people, unless he can find a heartbroken grass or a piece of arsenic stone while hunting.

Even if he finds out, he can't poison the prince, he's not that kind of child, and he doesn't have that kind of opportunity.

He strictly ordered everyone for the third time: "The news of the crown prince's illness is not allowed to reach Nangong's ears! Send someone to tell Wang Yu that when he is guarding Nangong, he is not allowed to pass any news to him inside or outside!"

If the Taishanghuang finds out about this news, he will die of joy.

Now that Zhu Qizhen is playing the piano, reading books and giving birth every day, he realizes that Sister Liu, who has always been by his side, is the one he really loves.Sister Liu is gentle and pleasant, loves me deeply, and is so cute, why didn't I realize it earlier.

Sister Fan: Oh, I'm going to give birth again.

Wan Baoer: Your Majesty is right.

Zhou Dalian: Bah!

It is October now, and October in the lunar calendar is December in the Gregorian calendar, which is the season of freezing weather.

Inside and outside the palace, and in every household, the rich burn charcoal for heating, the poor burn firewood for warmth, and the poorer burn straw and sorghum stalks for warmth. The water and the frozen meat were boiled until they melted, and the sky over the capital city was shrouded in smoke day by day. Standing at the entrance of the back hall and looking at the front hall, one could not see clearly.

What's even more frightening is that since the beginning of winter, it hasn't snowed yet, and the air is very bad.In previous years, it had snowed a long time ago, and the next snow could suppress the smoke. Now there is neither snow nor strong wind, and the smoke is shrouded in the sky and drifting slowly, and everyone is coughing.

Zhu Jianshen eats Chuanbei steamed pears, loquat soup, licorice ganoderma and other lung-clearing drinks every day, and tries to go out as little as possible, but he still coughs.

Relying on her youth and strength, Wan Zhen'er went out on horseback to do errands without paying attention, and started coughing when she came back, she still didn't care, and took two doses of medicine casually.

On this day, he ran wildly again to see Master Zhang who was really seriously ill.

Mr. Zhang seemed to be fine, and his face seemed to be undead, and he said: "Our family is going out of the city to live in the other courtyard of the villa. The scenery is better there, and the air is also good. The mountains are so clean."

"Master Zhang, it's good that you are in good health. It's just that it's not convenient for me to see you because you've gone outside the city." Wan Zhen'er breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried back home, wanting to buy some strange and fresh things to coax her to see you. .

The air on the road is also bad, and things in the distance are very blurry.Or Master Zhang will enjoy it, and find a villa to live in, which is clean and elegant and good for health preservation.

When you walk out of an empty alley and face a densely populated street, you have to slow down.Suddenly, her horse was bumped.

A woman in rags sat on the ground, crying and crying: "Oh my God! How did you ride a horse! You broke my foot! My God! I am a woman with a broken foot, how can I live?" !"

Even the severe smog can't stop the crowds, and those who pass by can't miss the opportunity to watch the excitement, so they come together: "What's going on?"

"Riding a horse hit someone."

"Hey, these guys on horseback are all rampant and don't pay attention to people."

There were some old clothes scattered around the woman. She sat on the ground and beat her chest and stamped her feet: "I was walking well, but this uncle's horse bumped into me and kicked me over, my God."

Wan Zhen'er's face was a little dark, not just the dust from the wind and dust, but also anger.She said slowly: "What are you screaming for? Labor and capital can afford it. Call someone from Jing Zhaoyin to come over." You fucking don't have eyes for bumping into him, bah!

The woman was suffocated, her eyes rolled around, and she looked at 'his' clothes and horses: "You pay me 20 taels of silver, and I will go to have my leg healed."

This suit looks plain and clean, and the material is really good. This tall horse is also tall and good. This man must be rich, but he has no influence.The powerful little housekeeper brought two servants with him when he went out. Anyone who went out alone must be a small family.

Her logic is actually quite right.

Wan Zhen'er got off her horse and bowed her hands to everyone. She was slow but very dignified: "I'm sorry, everyone, call Jing Zhaoyin over here. Eldest sister, which leg is broken?"

You fucking sat down on your own and told me you had a broken leg?I see that both of your legs are straight under your skirt.

The Wusheng on the stage fell to the zombie, and fell straight to the ground with a breathless breath.

She has been holding her breath recently, seeing Zhu Jianshen abandoning himself in order to protect himself, adding to the serious illness of the prince, causing Jianshen to sleep and eat, especially wanting to find someone to fight.

Immediately, a lot of lively people ran to report to the officials, not Jing Zhaoyin, there are many law and order bureaus in the capital, and there are policemen.

"Don't, don't, don't ask Jing Zhaoyin to come over. I alarmed the official because of my trivial matter. In the end, all the money will be searched away." The woman slapped her left leg: "My leg hurts and is broken." If it’s the same, you give me money, and I’ll go to have my leg healed.”

Wan Zhen'er was frowning and thinking about what to do. Surrounded by so many people, if I did it rashly, it would cause people's resentment to boil, and it would be great if I got involved. .

Suddenly someone yelled: "Who dares to hurt my wife!" A fat man who was tall and fat like a black tower rushed over and snatched the reins of the horse from Wan Zhen'er's hand: "We will pay for this horse. "

Wan Zhen'er breathed a sigh of relief: "It's easy if you say so." This is a robbery!

He raised his foot and kicked violently, fearing that he was not kicking fast enough or strong enough, so he tried his best.

The fat man flew out like a meatball, hit the wall, bounced back more than a meter, and fell to the ground with a snap.

The surrounding audience gasped: "Ah!"

"Hey?"

"hiss!!"

And take a step back in unison.

When the woman saw this, she stood up and wanted to run, her legs were fine.

Wan Zhen'er hurriedly rushed over, raised her hand to grab her hair bun and threw it on the ground, and stepped on her calf bone when she raised her foot: "You must be honest and trustworthy!"

If a leg is broken, it must be broken.