The Prosperity of Jingdi Chronicle

The itinerary of the emperor's team back to the court was smooth, but unexpectedly, the emperor got a strange disease on the way.

According to the original plan, there was more than enough time to return to the capital a year ago, but now it is December [-]th, and Yu Jia is still staying in the palace outside a small town hundreds of miles away from the capital.

In the afternoon of this day, Wei Yan seized some time and took people out of the palace.

Standing on the street of the town, on the one hand, he was worried about the emperor's condition, on the other hand, he was concerned about the family he hadn't seen for a long time, and on the other hand, he was distracted by the lively atmosphere in the town before.

"The left side is higher...the right side is higher...the left side...the right side...Daddy is an idiot..." In a corner of the market in the small town, there was a family where a father and son were pasting Spring Festival couplets at the gate.

The father stood on the bench to paste, and the son stood below to direct. I don’t know whether it was the father who was pasting indiscriminately or the son who was directing. After a long time of pasting, it was still crooked and not neat. The little baby, who was only waist high, flushed red face, stomping and complaining that his father is an idiot.

Wei Yan found it interesting, and stood there watching for a long time. It wasn't until the father and son entered the house after pasting up the couplets that he remembered the purpose of coming out today.

When he was in Fengcheng, he was entangled by a bunch of people, and he didn't care about these things.Some time ago, they were so busy on their way that they never had time.Now that the emperor wants to recuperate here, he has some free time.

It's just that the emperor was uncomfortable here and there last night, and he didn't rest until midnight.

Early this morning, the emperor woke up and said that his condition had worsened, he could not start the journey, and had to continue to recuperate. Wei Yan had no choice but to stay with the emperor for a long time.

It was not until the afternoon when the emperor rested that he could take the time to come out and buy some festival rituals.

Although the town is small, it has a lot of products.

Wei Yan bought dried melons, fruits, candied fruit and other things, and was going to go back to please his son. He also prepared gifts for everyone in the family and gave them to his followers. Then he began to look around in the market, lingering.

As he was walking, he saw a stall selling Spring Festival couplets in the market, and suddenly remembered the warm scene of the father and son posting Spring Festival couplets just now. His heart moved, and he secretly fantasized about the lively scene where he and his son joined hands to make Spring Festival couplets after returning home. Soon it stopped and provoked Spring Festival couplets on the stall.

The owner of the stall is an old scholar, and the Spring Festival couplets are written with ordinary words and sentences that are appropriate to the festival, but the old scholar can write well, and besides, Wei Yan bought it just for fun, not for exquisiteness, so naturally he doesn't mind Is there anything new about what was written on that banner?

At that moment, he picked out a few Spring Festival couplets, and picked out a few "blessing" characters. Before he had time to signal the people who followed him to pay, he saw the people serving the emperor and rushed over to find them.

The man saw him, and after saluting, he whispered in his ear: "Master Hou, Your Majesty has woken up and is looking for you."

The emperor is ill, and he is more unreasonable than usual. If Wei Yan goes a little later, I am afraid there will be a lot of trouble, so his words are more effective than the emergency order. After hearing this, Wei Yan dared not delay at all , Throwing all the things to the followers, got on the horse, and hurried back to the palace.

As soon as he entered, he saw a group of people kneeling outside the emperor's bedroom.

"It hurts...a bunch of trash...get out..." Later, Wei Yan heard the emperor's cries of pain and reprimands from inside.

Normally, no matter how uncomfortable the emperor was, he would never cry out in pain. At most, he would hold on to him and ask him to accompany him to do this and that all day long. Playing sick.

Now I even called out "pain", it seems that I am not pretending, but really serious.

Wei Yan felt anxious, and no longer cared about the various etiquette rules that he had followed in the past, and rushed in without waiting for anyone to inform him.

"His Majesty……"

When Jing Li heard that his voice was so anxious that his voice changed, he regretted it in his heart, and hurriedly waved his hand to signal the accompanying imperial doctors who were changing his dressings to go down, then took Wei Yan's hand, hugged him in his arms, and tried to comfort him:

"Don't worry, it's not a problem anymore, it was their careless handling when changing the dressing just now, which hurt me."

After hearing his words, Wei Yan was still worried.

He turned his head and carefully observed the exposed toes of the emperor. The other four toes all had ruddy pink nails, only the nails on the big toe were thick with withered yellow.

He thought of the ten fingers connected to the heart, and usually a little scratch would cause a sharp pain, and the toes were naturally the same, and he thought that he once suspected whether the emperor was pretending to be sick, and he felt even more uncomfortable.

"Can you change your majesty's medicine?" He used to think that imperial physicians were more suitable for changing medicines than him, so he didn't interfere. Now that these people are careless and will hurt the emperor, he is naturally worried about letting them come. Do it yourself.

It is of course a good thing that Wei Yan wants to serve him.

But Jing Li looked at Wei Yan lowering his head and carefully applying the medicine to him, with a heartache that couldn't be concealed on his face, and a sense of guilt surged in his heart.

His toenails looked terrible, but in fact they didn't hurt very badly, but he thought about the arrangement of visiting relatives and friends that Wei Yan had talked to him some time ago from the first day to the fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year , the anger rose from the heart, and the sense of guilt in my heart suddenly decreased a lot.

For a whole year's vacation, from the first day to the fifteenth day of the new year, for half a month, Wei Yan didn't spare a single day to accompany him.This kind of person doesn't put him first, and still doesn't realize that there is something wrong. Anyone who encounters it will be full of resentment. Even if he is not sick, Wei Yan will make him sick, not to mention that he was sick before. Now, of course, the disease is more serious.

After changing the medicine, Wei Yan washed his hands, and began to help the emperor deal with the urgent performances sent by Jingzhong Kuaima.

As usual, the emperor half-closed his eyes and rested comfortably on the couch. Wei Yan took the memorial from the desk, opened it, read the contents of the memorial first, and then wrote down what the emperor said.

After imitating the emperor's handwriting, Wei Yan has already learned the simple and commonly used words to be true. If there is a lot to write, he will still feel a little guilty.But most of the memorials, as long as those clichés are criticized, basically nothing goes wrong.

Wei Yan was still wondering a few days ago, the emperor obviously had an illness on his feet, but his hands were not ill, why couldn't he even write?

But with the scare just now, when he did these things, he suddenly became willing to work hard and bear no complaints.

In addition to being busy, he would bring tea and water to the emperor from time to time, and greet him with care, only serving the emperor with a smile on his face and a smile on his face.

This is the treatment that sickness deserves!

If Wei Yan could always take care of him so tenderly, he would rather his foot disease never get better, and the cat could never return to Beijing in this place.

Jing Li tasted the sweetness, and was secretly proud of herself, the guilt feeling that sprouted just now disappeared immediately.

However, there are always some people in this world who are short-sighted and will soon come to spoil his good mood.

Just when he was about to say that he was uncomfortable in bed and wanted Wei Yan to rub his shoulders, someone outside informed him that a genius doctor had been invited.

"Are they genius doctors?" Jing Li stared coldly at the one big and one who were kneeling in front of him, his expression was very displeased, and his tone was full of doubts.

"They are genius doctors?" Wei Yan looked at the big and small in front of him in astonishment, with a dull expression and a dry tone.

The so-called miraculous doctor that the imperial physicians had worked so hard to invite was the father and son who had just seen the Spring Festival couplets on the street.

Although Wei Yan didn't want to judge people by their appearance, but with the combination of a simple-looking strong man dressed in short clothes and a waist-high doll, he really couldn't associate them with a miracle doctor.

"Genius doctor? I think he is a charlatan. Qing and others can see that deceiving the emperor is a capital offense." Jing Li 1 people are not happy that his disease is favored by others, so even if the other party has only a little possibility of being a genius doctor, he is unwilling to take the risk. Risk, immediately decided to preemptively strike and scare people away.

"Your Majesty, I have inquired carefully. The residents of this town have spread word of mouth that this person is indeed a miracle doctor. I am incompetent and unable to cure your majesty's chronic illness. I implore your majesty, let this person come and try. It is invalid, and it will not be too late to punish the crimes of the ministers and others." The imperial physicians all begged.

"Your Majesty, Cao Min Shi Daniu, this is Shi Qing. Cao Min is definitely not a charlatan. Cao Min's family has practiced medicine in this Shuangshi town for generations. Although they dare not boast that medicine can cure diseases, they have a little experience in treating stubborn diseases. Yes." Being called a charlatan by the emperor, the brawny man was very dissatisfied, and refuted without being humble or arrogant.

"Father is not a liar." The little doll, who is as old as the boss, was also very indignant at the word "liar".

"Your Majesty, since that's the case, why don't you let them try?" Wei Yan felt that it would not be a bad thing to try. The emperor's leg has dragged on for a long time, and there is no sign of improvement so far. It would be a blessing if he could be favored by this person.

Jing Li really wanted to say no, but facing Wei Yan's pleading gaze, he couldn't bear to let Wei Yan down, so he finally nodded.

With the emperor's permission, Shi Daniu dared to come forward for diagnosis and treatment.

Residents of Shuangshi Town have heard a little bit about the fact that the emperor is driving here. It is said that this is the birthplace of the ancestors of the Jing family. No one knows whether it is true or not, but the palace outside Shuangshi Town does exist, and many people believe it the legend.

On the way to the palace, the imperial physicians had already described the emperor's condition in detail, and Shi Daniu had a little understanding in his mind.The emperor had been marching and fighting in the extreme south. The south is very humid, and the marching and fighting along the way is very likely to cause this kind of foot disease.

Now that he came forward for diagnosis and treatment, at first glance, he was instantly stunned.The emperor's toes were wrapped tightly in white cloth.It may have been a foot disease caused by moisture, but it was still wrapped like this, without ventilation and heat dissipation, no wonder it never got better.

He hastily untied the white cloth and had a look, and it was as expected.

However, this kind of foot disease is indeed a chronic disease, which is not curable, and the possibility of recurrence is extremely high.He pulled his son over, and the two had a chatter, and then discussed with the imperial physicians what others could not understand, and then went to the side to prescribe a prescription.

Fang Zi presented it, and it was in Wei Yan's hands first.He looked at it carefully, but frowned.

The things used in this recipe are all common folk things, such as wine, vinegar, flour, etc., can this really cure the emperor's long-lasting illness?

Seeing the hesitation on his face, Jing Li motioned for him to present the prescription.Seeing the things in front also made him suspicious, but when he saw the precautions in the back, his heart moved.

"Change the medicine every hour for a month?" Jing Li asked Shi Daniu who was next.

"Yes, the interval should be longer at night. This prescription is very troublesome to use, but only in this way can it be completely cured." Shi Daniu thought that the emperor thought it was troublesome, and hurriedly explained.

"The medicine is changed every hour. They are careless and often hurt me." This time, Jing Li's words were addressed to Wei Yan.

The people who were waiting next to him couldn't help but secretly wiped off their cold sweat when they heard the emperor open his eyes and talk nonsense.

"I'm here to change." Wei Yan didn't know why, seeing the emperor's pitiful expression, he immediately agreed.

The medicine was changed every hour for a month, and Wei Yan himself said that he would change it for him, which meant that he could not leave his body every day.Now it is December [-]th, and one month later it will be the [-]th of the first lunar month. The purpose of occupying Wei Yan during the annual break has been fully achieved.

Occasionally, seeing Wei Yan pitiful, and letting him go out to spend a day or two with his family, Wei Yan would feel grateful in turn.Such a good thing, even if this person is really a liar, this prescription is completely fooling people, it is still worth using.

"Mr. really has superb medical skills, he can be called the reincarnation of Hua Tuo." Jing Li nodded in agreement and praised him greatly.

Because only by saying this, can Wei Yan firmly believe in this prescription, and follow the various items in the prescription.

The emperor Jinkouyu said that Shi Daniu turned from a charlatan to Hua Tuo in an instant. Such a strong contrast made him stunned on the spot. It took a long time to react, and bowed his head to thank:

"Your Majesty praises it, and the grassroots are terrified."

"Mr. Shi don't need to be humble. Give me a thousand gold today. After my foot disease recovers in the future, I will order someone to send a plaque of 'Hua Tuo's reincarnation'." Using a thousand gold to achieve what he can only achieve by pretending to be sick and procrastinating. Purpose, this business is not a loss.

Xie En, the father and son of the Shi family, left, Jing Li was secretly proud in his heart, but when he turned around, he found that Wei Yan's expression was a little sad. He followed Wei Yan's gaze and looked out the window. On the palace road outside, the little baby It seemed that he was acting like a baby and wanted his father to hug him, but Shi Daniu couldn't resist, so he hugged him on his shoulder and walked out.

"That disobedient son of yours, you spoiled him too much, he should be taught a lesson and be honest." Jing Li immediately realized that Wei Yan must be thinking of Wei Minwen because of this scene, and felt uncomfortable immediately stand up.

That brat Wei Minwen was obviously spoiled by Wei Yan too much. That brat had ruined his good deeds several times before. He was magnanimous and didn't care about that brat. Now he even dared to bully his people. He couldn't imagine it. It doesn't matter if you compare.

His Majesty the Emperor, who thought this way, obviously forgot about some accidents.

For example, it wasn't that he didn't care about it that day, but he tried hard to care about it, but because Wei Yan was criticized by that brat, he failed.Later, he used a little trick to make Wei Minwen fall into a big pit of housework chores, and he is still buried in the pit, no matter how hard he climbs, he can't get out.

"Where is your Majesty thinking, Minwen is a good boy." The son is a good boy, but it is also true that the son is not close to him. Every time he sees this kind of father-son affectionate scene, Wei Yan starts to reflect, he is really a failure Father, after going back this time, he must make up for his son.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it. With this prescription, my illness is obviously gone. Let's go back to Beijing tomorrow." Wei Minwen is one of the people Jing Li doesn't want to mention in front of Wei Yan, so He quickly changed the subject.

Now that his goal has been achieved, there is no need to continue to procrastinate here.

"Yes, sir, go get ready."

Part of the Southern Expedition Army stayed in Yunzhou, and the other part had already returned to their respective camps. At this time, in this Shuangshi Town, apart from the accompanying officials and servants, they were the guards of the Imperial Army.

Fortunately, everyone was looking forward to leaving camp and returning to Beijing early to reunite with their relatives. After Wei Yan passed on the order to leave tomorrow, everyone quickly got ready and started on the second day as scheduled.