The Ming Dynasty started with caution

Being cursed to have only two years to live would make anyone angry, but Liu Wentai was not angry. He agreed with him and said, "Don't be angry, Master Fu. Others may not know, but I guess Master Yan is a person who understands medicine. Otherwise, how could he have figured out the Yunnan black medicine and cured the Queen Mother's illness? He also improved the breeding of oxen."

Fu Han also thought it made sense.

Life is your own.

"What do you think about my illness?"

Liu Wentai sighed, "I don't think there is a risk of life. I will prescribe two medicines for you first."

Yan Chengjin heard that Liu Wentai went to Fu's house and wondered if he could scare Fu Han away.

During the morning court, Fu Han still went to court, but he coughed occasionally. Yan Chengjin took out five muzzles and put them on.

Two days later, after taking two doses of Liu Wentai's medicine, Fu Han still did not get better.

The weather was getting colder.

When passing by Zhengyang Gate, I saw a group of people gathered together. A Taoist priest was telling fortunes for people. He was wearing a tall hat and had long hair. He looked like an immortal.

"Stop the sedan!"

Fu Han walked to the table, sat down and asked, "What can you tell me?"

"What do you want to tell me, sir?"

"Your Majesty, I'm healthy."

The Taoist priest closed his eyes. Everyone knew that he was meeting with an immortal to ask about his life span.

After a while, the Taoist priest opened his eyes and looked embarrassed: "Should I tell you?"

"Your Majesty, you can tell me!"

"Your Majesty, please prepare for your funeral as soon as possible."

Unexpectedly, the Taoist priest was so direct that Fu Han was so angry that he couldn't speak. After a while, he uttered four words: "You are talking nonsense!"

He got on the sedan chair in a daze.

Back in the mansion, the housekeeper came out to greet him: "Sir, Shishan Jushi is here."

Fu Han was delighted and strode towards the main hall. A scholar in a Confucian robe and a turban saw him and saluted him.

"Come and help me check my illness. Some people say I won't live for two years."

Wang Ji put his hand on Fu Han's wrist and frowned: "May I ask who said this, sir?"

"What's wrong?"

"It's so accurate!"

Fu Han's eyes widened and he almost fainted. Yan Chengjin, that bastard, actually came true!

Shi Shan Jushi is a miracle doctor in the market. He has cured countless people and has a very good reputation.

He finally believed it this time.

"Sir, take good care of yourself. There is still hope for recovery."

...

The next morning, the weather was cold.

Emperor Hongzhi sympathized with all the officials and specially ordered the morning court to be postponed for half an hour.

When the ministers lined up at the left and right gates, the red sun rose and gradually became warmer. From time to time, someone in the crowd coughed.

The bell rang, and the ministers entered the warm Fengtian Hall. They shook their bodies and felt the overwhelming warmth.

Yan Chengjin stood in the corner, saying nothing.

When the court was about to be dismissed, Fu Han stepped forward and said, "I am ill and cannot serve you. I beg Your Majesty to allow me to retire."

Yan Chengjin immediately became energetic.

The ministers also looked at Fu Han. Fu Han had been the Minister of Rites for less than two years, and he was going to retire?

Emperor Hongzhi frowned slightly: "My dear Fu, I have asked Doctor Liu to diagnose you. He said that you are not seriously ill. Don't worry."

What a quack...

Yan Chengjin couldn't help but complain.

Fu Han's tears flowed and his eyes were blurred: "I have asked Shishan Jushi to see me again. Your Majesty may not know this person. This person is a miracle doctor in the market. He asserted that I will not live for more than two years. I don't blame Yan Chengjin. Instead, I want to thank him. I beg Your Majesty to allow me to retire."

Emperor Hongzhi opened his mouth slightly, unable to speak. Yan Chengjin was right?

Shishan Jushi was Wang Ji, a miracle doctor in the Ming Dynasty.

Being praised by Li Shizhen, it can be seen that his medical skills are high. This person was actually invited to the capital by Fu Han?

Yan Chengjin fell into deep thought.

Emperor Hongzhi saw Fu Han's pale face and gradually thinning, and he couldn't bear it: "I, approved."

Fu Han knelt on the ground and bowed to Emperor Hongzhi.

After leaving the Fengtian Hall,

Yan Chengjin hurriedly said to Fu Han: "Sir Fu, can you introduce Doctor Wang to me?"

"What do you want to see him for?" Fu Han looked back at Yan Chengjin, and there was no previous hostility.

Yan Chengjin said truthfully: "I want to have a physical examination."

"Let's do it another day?" Fu Han said.

"Don't do it another day, let's do it today."

Fu Han nodded when he saw that he insisted.

In the evening, Wang Ji came to Yan's house with a medicine box on his back. This is a very dilapidated mansion with no house number and no pedestrians around to ask.

"Master Fu said that it's right if there's no house number. This should be the house."

Wang Ji knocked on the door gently a few times, and heard from the door: "Yuquan Pills, Huachong Pills, Yuehua Pills."

This is a thousand-dollar prescription.

Master Fu said that a codeword is needed to enter the Yan Mansion. Wang Ji said: "Qiong Yu Powder, Chenxiang Powder, Jiming Powder?"

"Wait a minute, I don't know if it's right, I need to report to the young master."

After a while, the door opened.

Wang Ji was welcomed in. There were vegetables planted everywhere in the yard, and chickens and sheep were raised. He walked through the yard to the main hall and saw a scholar.

"Hello, Master Yan, Master Fu said... let the student come to give you a physical examination?"

"Yes, help me feel my pulse and see if my blood pressure is high." Yan Chengjin stretched out his hand. He used to go for a physical examination once a year.

Now he hasn't had a physical examination for three years...

"Your blood is vigorous, and your body is stronger than ordinary people..." Wang Ji frowned, curious about how this weak scholar could have such a strong physique.

Hearing these words, Yan Chengjin finally felt relieved.

"Please come to Beijing at this time every year, Mr. Wang."

Wang Ji was puzzled: "What are you doing in Beijing?"

"To give me a physical examination."

Fu Han was about to leave Beijing and return to his hometown to recuperate. He called a carriage from the pawnbroker and loaded all his family property onto the carriage, preparing to transport it back to his hometown.

"Master, Doctor Wang is back, and Lord Yan is here too, saying he wants to say goodbye to you."

Yan Chengjin?

Fu Han waved his hand and coughed twice: "Go and call him in."

After a while, the housekeeper came back again: "Lord Yan said he didn't come in because he wanted to say goodbye to you, and he would be sad to see you, so he left after saying that."

How to say goodbye without meeting?

Is Yan Chengjin making fun of me?

Fu Han was almost mad at him. Yan Chengjin's bad mouth said he only had two years left to live, and Doctor Wang really thought it was two years.

Yan Chengjin stood outside the Fu Mansion and didn't go far.

"Historical records say that Fu Han was involved in the Cheng Minzheng fraud case. If it can be clarified, Cheng Minzheng might be promoted. How can we get him to say something?" Yan Chengjin was waiting for Zeng Jian.

Zeng Jian and Fu Han were both from the six ministries, so they had some friendship.

Yan Chengjin lifted the curtain of the sedan chair and saw Zeng Jian slowly walking into the Fu Mansion. Half an hour later, Fu Han and Zeng Jian stood in front of the mansion gate to say goodbye.

Fu Han got on the carriage and the convoy left the capital.

Back at the mansion,

Zeng Jian had arrived before him and was drinking tea in the main hall: "My dear nephew, I have found out."

Yan Chengjin was ecstatic: "Please speak, sir."

"He said he was ashamed of Ke Qinxiong."

"Only one sentence?"

You went in for half an hour, an hour! You only found out one sentence...

Yan Chengjin fell into deep thought.

This sentence contains a lot of information. After careful deduction, three possibilities are obtained:

A: Fu Han is the mastermind of Cheng Minzheng's case, and he said this because he felt guilty

B: Fu Han is the helper of Cheng Minzheng's case, and he said this because he felt guilty.

C: Fu Han has nothing to do with Cheng Minzheng's case, and he feels guilty because he did not help Cheng Minzheng.

D: Fu Han has nothing to do with Cheng Minzheng's case, but he knows who the mastermind is.

"Thank you, Mr. Zeng, please go back."

Zeng Jian suddenly straightened his eyes, his eyes were bright, and he smiled and said: "My nephew can really see the remaining life of Fu Han?"

"Mr....what do you mean?"

"Please help me see it too."

"..."Yan Chengjin.

You still have seven years to live, don't worry.

Yan Chengjin didn't dare to tell Zeng Jian, for fear that seven years would become one day.