The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son - Chapter 572

[572.Chapter 558 When the king is worried about the humiliation of his ministers]

Li Chaoxian smiled.

Surprisingly… I don’t feel the slightest bit sad.

In other words, when his uncle said these words, he did not feel the slightest sense of disobedience.

This is Uncle Master, the original recipe and the original taste.

He hurriedly bowed down and said with sincere fear: “Yes, Xiaodao’s nonsense has made my uncle angry. Thirty thousand taels of silver will be delivered tomorrow. Uncle, don’t be angry. If you get angry because of this, Xiaodao will die.”

Fang Jifan regretted it.

This guy is indeed getting rich. If he had known this, he would have opened his mouth. He paid thirty thousand taels of silver without even blinking.

Li Chaoxian had to attend a religious ceremony in the afternoon, so he stayed at Fang’s house to eat some pastries with Fang Jifan at noon, and then left in a hurry.

Before leaving, he saluted Fang Jifan solemnly: “Uncle Master, do you have anything else to do?”

Fang Jifan waved his hand: “Get lost.”

Li Chaoxian was happy.

I haven’t heard this sound for many days. It sounded kind and natural. To be honest, these days I am busy with my career, no, I am busy with saving the souls of the dead and offering sacrifices to ancestors for the high-ranking families. Li Chaoxian was so busy that his feet did not touch the ground. , I really don’t have time to come and pay my respects. When people are running around outside, they always feel empty in their hearts, as if something is missing. What is missing?

When he heard this clear word “gun” today, Li Chao first remembered that he was missing this word. Hearing this, he felt comfortable all over, and it immediately injected new energy into his tired body. He bowed deeply. , reluctantly said: “Uncle, say goodbye.”

There are also disadvantages in being a disciple of an old official.

On the first day of the new year, one after another his disciples and former officials came to visit, which was really annoying, and Fang Jifan’s patience was completely worn out.

There is no way I can survive this year.

Finally, sixteen years later, news came out from the palace that His Majesty was feeling slightly unwell.

No wonder Zhu Houzhao was nowhere to be seen these days, and Fang Jifan was still muttering that something had happened.

He suddenly thought that Emperor Hongzhi died in the 18th year of Hongzhi, but by the 16th year of Hongzhi, his body had begun to weaken. According to historical data, Emperor Hongzhi rarely summoned ministers starting from the 16th year of Hongzhi. People speculated at that time , Did Emperor Hongzhi begin to indulge in some indescribable entertainment in the palace in his later years, and began to relax.

These rumors are actually understandable. The emperor suddenly stopped seeing his foreign ministers and left general affairs to others. Moreover, Emperor Hongzhi was only in his thirties and in his prime. Why did this happen suddenly? .

It was not until the seventeenth year of Hongzhi that people realized that the emperor was in poor health. He died in the eighteenth year. During these two years, Emperor Hongzhi spent almost all of his illness.

Fang Jifan heard the news that the dragon was in poor health, so he asked for an audience.

However, he did not get permission from the palace, and he was ordered to assist the prince and handle the affairs of the government.

Fang Jifan had no choice but to find Ouyang Zhi. Ouyang Zhi was the imperial edict accompanying him. His Majesty was not in good health at this time, so he had to be with him at all times. At the same time, he should record your Majesty’s words and deeds at any time as a compilation for the Imperial Academy. For actual recording purposes.

Ouyang Zhi stared at his mentor and nodded towards Fang Jifan: “Yes, mentor, Your Majesty has been in poor health recently. He can barely see things. He is usually exhausted. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and His Royal Highness the Princess are now with the Emperor. The imperial doctors tried a lot of medicine, but nothing improved.”

Fang Jifan couldn’t help but sigh: “What are the symptoms of your Majesty’s illness?”

“Abdominal swelling and pain, slight fever, no appetite…” Ouyang Zhi was silent for a moment: “Yu Yu. Doctors’ diagnoses vary. Some say it’s wind-cold, some say it’s Tiandiao syndrome, and some say… Your Majesty… Kidney…”

“Kidney deficiency?”

Fang Jifan took a breath. Remarkable.

Your Majesty only has one wife and no concubines. How can this cause kidney problems?

However, judging from Ouyang Zhi’s description, why does it sound…like…like…appendicitis?

It is true that many of the symptoms are correct, but Fang Jifan is not sure.

If it is appendicitis, this is a bit confusing. In this era, appendicitis is called “Tian Diao syndrome” or “intestinal paralysis”. In short, this thing may be a minor illness in later generations. Generally speaking, doctors will diagnose this disease. Just say in an understatement, “Just cut it, it won’t hurt.”

But in this era, people simply cannot cut this thing. If it is not cut, if it is left in the abdomen, they can only let it fester and swell, causing all kinds of terrible diseases until death.

This is almost a terminal illness and one can only wait for death.

Fang Jifan took a breath of cold air: “You better go and investigate again, and listen to the results of the doctor’s consultation. If you have any symptoms, please report them at any time.”

Ouyang Zhi nodded and saluted: “Students understand.”

Fang Jifan thought in his heart Sad.

Is it really appendicitis?

But how to treat appendicitis?

Surgery…

so scary.

He shook his head. It was better not to act rashly at this time. It was still early. This waist would still hurt for a year and a half before it would really cost His Majesty’s life.

After all, the secrets in the inner palace have not spread outside the palace yet. Everyone just discovered that His Majesty has almost begun to hide it.

This is the same as the Chenghua Emperor who hid in the palace seeking immortality and medicine during the Chenghua period, giving people an unpleasant memory.

Spring…is coming in a blink of an eye.

Fang Jifan had put a lot of effort into this spring, but the prince was nowhere to be seen. Fang Jifan wanted to cure His Majesty’s illness, but he didn’t dare to cure it. He could still live without treatment now. If he had the courage to cure it and died, this would be Whose?

The only thing we can do is wait for changes and then see what happens.

Xie Qian, a bachelor of the cabinet, presided over the imperial examination.

On February 15th, they settled in Gongyuan.

At this time, people no longer pay attention to the affairs in the palace.

It is said that a few days ago, His Majesty still summoned Xie Qian, and Xie Qian observed His Majesty. His Majesty seemed a little weak, but when he saw Xie Qian, he was in good spirits. He asked about the imperial examination and asked Xie Qian to choose a good candidate. Talent, to fill the temple, and then praised and encouraged him a few words.

When Xie Qian was about to leave, he saw the slightly sad eyes of Emperor Hongzhi.

Xie Qian’s heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, for no apparent reason, he burst into tears and prostrated again: “Is Your Majesty not in good health?”

This sentence was extremely inappropriate, and it was okay for a mentally ill young man like Fang Jifan to ask casually. , but as a veteran, Xie Qian shouldn’t ask this.

Not to mention that it is not advisable for foreign ministers to ask about His Majesty’s physical condition, because this may cause unnecessary doubts and suspicions. People who don’t know may think you want to cause trouble.

But Xie Qian asked anyway.

Emperor Hongzhi was silent for a long time and said: “You are a virtuous man, my humerus, and I have entrusted you with important responsibilities. You must not slack off, just live your life well.”

No answer was received.

This made Xie Qian even more depressed. He knew that if His Majesty had just a normal illness, he would not be like this.

After receiving the mission and arriving at Gongyuan, he personally led the examiners to visit the portrait of the saint in Minglun Hall. Xie Qian calmed down and didn’t think about it anymore.

Candidates from all over the country have arrived. People have a lot of criticisms about this imperial examination. Some of them secretly pointed the finger at Xishan Academy, thinking that Xishan Academy did not study Cheng and Zhu. How can these eight-legged essays be done? Out?

In the midst of this discussion, the fifteen candidates of Xishan Academy were already gearing up.

February 22nd, early morning.

Liu Jie led his fourteen junior brothers and showed up at Fang’s house early in the morning with Kaolan in hand.

They set out from Xishan Academy and did not go home. After preparing for the test, they arrived outside Fang’s house together. They heard that the master was still sleeping and did not get up, so Liu Jie and others did not dare to disturb him, so they joined the rest of the people. Outside the Yimen of the Fang Family, he prostrated himself and performed the ceremony of thanking his master. Then Liu Jie stood up and led his junior brothers to Gongyuan.

But it’s on the street corner not far from Fang’s house.

In this early morning, before dawn, under the thick ink-like sky, a sedan was parked in an inconspicuous corner.

The sedan curtain opened a corner, just in time to see a group of candidates coming from the street and passing by.

The person sitting in the sedan stared deeply, and then sighed.

Liu Jian stayed up all night and waited in this sedan for a whole night.

He knew that his son was starting from Xishan Academy and would not be able to bring his classmates home to meet him. However, he and his classmates would definitely thank his mentor when passing by Fang’s house. Therefore, on this inevitable road, Liu Jian waited all night.

He did not get out of the sedan, but looked at Liu Jie talking to his classmates in high spirits under the dim street lights, and hurriedly walked past the sedan.

Liu Jian’s heart… felt warm all of a sudden, even warmer than a sweater covering his body.

After everyone had gone away, Liu Jian was still sitting in the sedan, as if he was remembering something, thinking about Liu Jie’s appearance since he was born, thinking about his babbling, thinking about his toddling, and thinking about what he had been like. Young and frivolous, he experienced repeated blows of failed attempts, and then started again…

These events, one after another, were like a slide, frozen into pictures, but they quickly appeared in Liu Jian’s mind. Turning around in my mind.

Liu Jian smiled slightly and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Master, you haven’t slept all night. You’d better go home and have a rest.” The bearer whispered.

Liu Jian sat in the sedan, stroking his beard: “Come into the palace, it’s already late, go to the palace on duty.”

“But…”

“Your Majesty is not in good health now…” Liu Jian sighed: “I am worried about you. How can I tolerate my humiliation? There are still many memorials in the cabinet, waiting for me to act. “Let’s go.”

The bearer did not dare to persuade anymore, and the sedan chair got up.

Liu Jian was sitting in the sedan chair, filled with hope for his son and worries about the palace. The relationship between him and Your Majesty, the king and his minister, is extraordinary. Now, His Majesty is ill. I am not a doctor and cannot cure His Majesty. The only thing I can do is to use this useless body to try my best to share some state affairs for His Majesty.

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