Jia Jing, national teacher of the Red Chamber

Before the prince was deposed, he was a person who paid great attention to appearance. He took a bath every day, and sometimes he had to change his clothes three times. His behavior and behavior made it impossible to find fault with others. Now that he has become like this, he can only sigh that the world is impermanent up.

The prince lay on the bed with his back to Jia Jing, feeling that he hadn't washed his face and was shameful, and felt that since he had reached this point, he might as well die.

Dai Zhong called several times, but the prince didn't respond, so he looked at Jia Jing with some embarrassment.This His Majesty asked the First Prince to see a doctor. Although the First Prince did not cooperate, they couldn't just go out like this. They should just stay here until dark, and finally go out to plead guilty.

Jia Jing took out a ball of silk thread from his cuff with a blank expression. He had made sufficient preparations for entering the palace this time, and the two cuffs were fully hidden, so he finally used it.He handed the silk thread to Dai Zhong and said, "You tie this to His Highness's wrist." That's right, it is the pulse diagnosis with the most gimmick.

Now it's not just Dai Zhong, even the abolished prince has become a little bit more energetic.This technique was passed down from the medicine king Sun Simiao, and even the court judges in the Imperial Hospital who are known as the descendants of the medicine king can't do it.

The silk thread was tied to the prince's wrist, and everyone calmed down and waited for Jia Jing.

How can it be so magical when it comes to the diagnosis of pulse by hanging silk.At first glance, the deposed prince was depressed, and the small part of his wrist was pale and sallow. Not only was he anemic, but he might also have liver problems.The room was quiet and quiet, Jia Jing could hear the murmur of the abandoned prince's breathing, so he knew that his lungs were also bad, no wonder, sad lungs.From the position of prince to being imprisoned in the cold palace, how could it be possible to live heartlessly.

After a while, Jia Jing put down the silk thread and sighed softly: "The medicine is easy to cure, but the heart disease is difficult to cure."

The prince was so wronged that he almost cried.He turned over all of a sudden, and didn't care about his unwashed face and hair, just wanted to see who dared to say such words in front of him.

Otherwise, Jia Jing started to take care of his stinky skin as soon as he came. His appearance, which can be called a bone fairy, and his gentle and elegant temperament make it difficult for people to feel disgusted.

In the golden twilight of the afternoon, there is such a person looking at you from afar, with pity and kindness in his eyes, from a prince above ten thousand people to a prisoner today, the eldest prince sitting on the bed is crying loudly, unable to control himself in pain .

Then the emperor rushed in.Although Jia Jing had no objection to seeing a doctor for the aborted prince, the emperor was still worried, and quietly followed him into the yard. The room was quiet, and the aborted prince cried before the emperor could relax.The emperor had never heard the crown prince cry like this. Since he was a child, even if his position as crown prince was abolished that day, he just knelt down on the ground without saying a word.

Seeing his father come in, the waste prince cried even harder. He struggled and rolled over from the bed, running on the emperor's thigh, "Father, my son is wrong! My son is wrong!"

The father and son cried together.

Jia Jing pulled Dai Zhong, and the two went to the yard quietly.

She and the prince's son and daughter stood beside the crown prince, and they gave a big gift to Jia Jing at the other end of the courtyard.Without saying a word, he returned to the house.

Dai Zhong wiped away his tears, and sighed: "This old servant has been working in the palace for more than thirty years, but I never thought his heart would be so soft."

Jia Jing smiled without saying a word, took out a handkerchief from his cuff and handed it to him.

It took a quarter of an hour for the crying in the room to gradually subside, and then there was a whispered conversation between the two, mixed with one or two sobs from time to time.

After a while, the emperor came out. He rubbed his red eyes, looked left and right without anyone looking, "Ruiyong is asleep, Aiqing will accompany me to the imperial garden?"

Jia Jing nodded, and took out a small porcelain bottle from his cuff. These were small honey pills he made from mint, honey, and fritillary. Take two if you have nothing to do, and it will nourish the lungs and relieve cough. "When His Highness wakes up, give him two."

The little eunuch took the pill, but did not agree, waiting for the emperor's order.The emperor waved his hand and said, "Do as Bo Rong said." Then the little eunuch stepped back, muttering to himself: This Bo Rong not only has a good name, he is also first-class in grace, and the medicine is not enough. No need to try, just let the master eat it.

Dai Zhong led a group of court ladies and eunuchs, and followed them from a distance, all the way to the imperial garden.

This was a good time, the emperor's mood would fluctuate, and he might be able to tell some secrets.

"When Ruiyong was first born, it was only a little bit." The emperor stretched out his hand and gestured, his face was sweet and longing.

Jia Jing nodded in agreement, "There are only a few hands and feet, and a poke on the face can still have a dimple."

"Later, Ruiyong could talk, and chattered around me all day long, very unruly." Although the emperor had a stern tone, he smiled at the corners of his eyes, showing off more than blaming.

"The first gentleman was pissed off, and the second gentleman's beard was pulled out." Jia Jing seemed to be caught in his own memories.

"Nonsense! My crown prince is more promising than your son, and the three princes are full of praise..." The emperor suddenly fell silent. Was implicated and lost his life.

"But is it my son after all?" Jia Jing answered with a bit of regret. "Even if he is disobedient and listens to the instigation of others, as long as he teaches with his heart, he can still be managed."

The emperor didn't speak, and looked at Jia Jing twice. He had privately sent someone to investigate the affairs in the Ning Mansion, and he had heard a little about Jia Jing's only son who was not up to date.

"Children are debts~" The emperor let out a long sigh of relief, took two steps forward with his hands behind his back, and said, "The only thing I am worried about is Ruiyong."

Under Jia Jing's brainwashing, the emperor believed that he was a god, and Jia Jing might be a god in the future, so he had a subtle sense of superiority in a small circle, and there was no pressure to discuss such topics with him, and he was the only one who could talk to the emperor. Crap bucket people.

It is impossible to talk about this kind of thing with the harem. The queen died early, and now the palace affairs are managed by the mother and concubine of the fifth, sixth, and seventh princes. Without saying a word, she began to praise her son faintly.It was even worse in the previous dynasty. At the beginning when the deposed prince was left in the palace, there were already two censors fighting against each other. It was not until the emperor got angry and killed all the people involved, that it calmed down a lot. Finally no one dared to speak.

In the eyes of the emperor, Jia Jing is a master of the world, now he is half a monk, half a god, plus he also has a son who is not up to date, many factors are mixed together, the emperor thinks that Jia Jing can understand him.

"In the future, when I go to the sky, I don't know what will happen to Ruiyong." The emperor put his hands on the rockery, feeling extremely melancholy.

For the First Prince, this is really a good father. "Your Majesty, there is no need to worry. I think that since Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, it is reasonable to pick up one or two people in the future."

The emperor's eyes lit up, and he slammed the rockery, "Not bad!... But Ruiyong was wronged, he told me today..." The emperor paused, and changed the subject. "I want to find a way to release him. Seeing that he can only live in that small world, I feel really uncomfortable."

"Let him come out...it's not difficult." Jia Jing thought for a moment and said, "The easiest way is to let the eldest prince fake his death. As long as he can leave the palace, he will have a brighter future."

"Inappropriate." The emperor shook his head, "And the Crown Princess and the others, the Crown Princess values ​​love and righteousness, and I can't bear to let their family be separated. Even if they suspended animation several times, it's too easy to see the flaws. Not appropriate, no Sure, I want to let him out in a fair and honest manner."

"Then there is a second way." Jia Jing continued: "Your Majesty just said that it is unreasonable for the eldest prince to live in the cold palace, let him out of the palace and let the matter be over, and then order the guards to tighten outside and loose inside."

The emperor still shook his head, what if someone seeks trouble deliberately in the future?The emperor also knew that the eldest son of his family had a lot of hatred, especially the brothers, it was hard to say whether they would make trouble in the future.

"The third way...you can take advantage of the drought in the south of the Yangtze River." Jia Jing suddenly took half a step closer, "There will be rain within three days."

The emperor squinted his eyes and looked at Jia Jing. If he could attribute this credit to Rui Yong, he might be able to stop the mouths of the world.As for the fact that many people knew that Jia Jing came to the palace to pray for rain, so what if they knew, the emperor didn't say it clearly, and the courtiers naturally wanted to pretend to be stupid.

The emperor asked again: "Within three days?"

Jia Jing nodded, and repeated firmly, "Within three days!"

"Okay!" The emperor didn't care about Jia Jing anymore, he stretched out his hand to beckon Dai Zhong over, and he turned to the Imperial Study Room to think about how to bring Rui Yong in.

"Shall we make two more laps?" Jia Jing said to Dai Zhong.

"Thanks to Uncle Rong, this old slave will be lazy again." Dai Zhong said with a smile.The imperial garden is a good place, the scenery is like spring all year round, every few days someone will replace the flowers grown in the greenhouse, and not everyone can come to this imperial garden.

Naturally, the emperor was fine. The only time the concubine could come every day was just an hour after lunch, not to mention the eunuchs and maids, who came in to serve others.

With this opportunity, Dai Zhong is naturally happy.So he revealed a little bit about the emperor's private affairs to Jia Jing. "The old slave still remembers that His Majesty regretted it within two days. At night, he secretly went to see the deposed prince alone, and he didn't fall asleep the whole night when he came back."

Secretly alone?Jia Jing has some doubts, but you can still see it.

Dai Zhong smiled and said: "Bo Rong Enbo will never think that the emperor can put on his own clothes and light the lanterns by himself." He saw this kind of scene today, and he seemed to have some feelings in his heart. In my eyes, a slave can only be regarded as half a person at most."

This is really not comforting. Fortunately, Dai Zhong did not intend to wait for a response, and continued: "Your Majesty has a stubborn temper. In the past six months, he has been going to Lenggong to see His Highness every month. He has been there four times in the last month. In the future One day His Highness will be released."

"I look at the face of the eldest prince, and his life expectancy is still 20 years old, and his old age will be smooth, and his life will be worry-free." Although Jia Jing can't directly say that the emperor has already started to do this, I am still one of the participants, but a little It can still be done.

Dai Zhong stopped in his tracks. If this is the case, those eunuchs and maids who have shamed His Royal Highness under the acquiescence of the master of the harem will not live long. He has to take this opportunity to express his opinion, and maybe he can go further.

Dai Zhong looked at the sky and said: "It's almost time, I will send you back to His Highness the Seventh Prince."