When Zhu Yunxi and the three brothers of the Yanwang family talked about those things that were not worthy of publicity, the atmosphere in the master's womb was a bit solemn.
Tang He, the Duke of Xinguo, came to the palace early in the morning to see his majesty. He just said a few words and he became ill. In desperation, the old man quickly asked the imperial doctor to come over and check.
Behind the curtain, Tang Heben's face, which was already a little skewed by the wind, became increasingly blue and purple, his chest heaved like a bellows, and his breathing was heavy and full of noise.
Beside him, two imperial doctors knelt, carefully checking his pulse, with solemn expressions on their faces.
"How's it going?" the old man asked with concern.
There are really not many people of the generation who rose up against him, especially those who he regarded as confidants and shared weal and woe, who are still alive. Although the Ming Dynasty has countless nobles and wealthy families, most of them defected to Zhu Yuanzhang when he rose to prominence. Tang He
There are not many brothers who grew up playing together and became famous by fighting together in the army.
The imperial doctor turned around and whispered, "I'm observing Duke Xin's pulse..."
"Speak bluntly!" the old man said angrily.
"My lord Xin Guo, I suffered too much blood in my early years. Now..." the imperial doctor said cautiously, "In my opinion, let's do everything we can to obey fate!"
"Ah?" A blue vein appeared on the old man's forehead. He grabbed the imperial doctor's neck and said angrily, "What are you talking about? What is destiny? I will give you the best medicine in the world, and you can save our brother!"
"My lord, I am really incompetent!" the imperial doctor said in a trembling voice, "No medicine or stone can cure the illness of the Duke of Xin!"
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"Useless thing!" the old man said angrily, "Keep it with you..."
"Your Majesty!" Tang He's faint voice suddenly came from inside.
The old man got out of the way of the imperial doctor and strode in with a smile on his face.
"Big Mouth, it's okay. The imperial doctor said you'll be fine in just a few days." The old man sat next to Tang He and said with a smile.
Tang He's nickname is Big Mouth because he was so good at eating when he was a child that he wanted to stuff his rice bowl into his mouth every time he ate.
"You know your own fate!" Tang He's frail little fingers trembled with age spots, "I'm afraid it won't work this time!"
"What fate?" the old man said loudly, "We, brothers, have never believed in fate all our lives and that's why we are here today. Just wait, we will announce that all the famous doctors in the world will come to the palace and treat you right under our noses!"
"No more trouble!" Tang He tilted his mouth and said vaguely, "I want to go home and see the mountains and rivers of my hometown. In a few months, the pear blossoms on the bank of the Huaihe River will bloom!"
A man who has spent his whole life fighting in wars and crawling out from among the dead naturally takes life and death lightly.
But what they look down upon is the instantaneous life and death. Rather than the natural passage of life, the most unforgettable part is birth, old age, illness and death.
The old man grabbed Tang He's hand and said, "Brother, okay, I'll ask someone to take you home!"
To others, the old man may not be a tolerant monarch. But to Tang He, he is definitely the most generous.
The two of them grew up in the same village. They were neighbors across the street, and they grew up naked and played together until they were half-grown-ups. In those years, Lao Zhu's family was poor and he often took relief from others. When Zhu Chong was a child, he often ate soup and cooked with his mother.
noodle soup.
"Your Majesty!" Tang He said with a hoarse voice, "If I go home again, I won't come over. The capital is not as good as my hometown, and the wheat here is not fragrant!"
"Hey! Hey!" The old man patted the back of his hand and said with a smile, "Ask your children and grandchildren to bring us some of the good wheat grown at your home so that we can have a taste!"
"My glory and wealth are all given by you, a few bushels of wheat are nothing!" Tang He said with weakness, "Back then, when we killed the Tatars on the 15th day of the lunar month and made trouble with their heads wrapped in red, I didn't dare to think of what we have now.
..... Contentment, contentment! It’s worth it, it’s worth it!”
The old man felt sour in his heart, "The good days have just begun, don't say depressing words!"
"Your Majesty!" A few muddy tears fell from Tang He's eyes, "I wish I could follow you again, we brothers..."
"Take good care of yourself! There will be a place for you in the future!" The old man shook the other person's hand, "Don't think too much!"
Suddenly, Tang He's eyes glowed, "How many sons do I have?"
"Don't worry, we will protect their prosperity and wealth!" the old man said.
Tang He nodded, his eyes becoming more and more dull, "I also have a granddaughter!"
"We are promised a grandson!" the old man continued, "You have to hold on, you damn old man, you will die early, and your granddaughter will have to observe mourning for three years before she can get married!"
As he said that, the old man suddenly remembered something and said to the people outside the door, "Quickly, call the emperor's grandson to come over!"
When he learned that Duke Xin Guo suddenly fell ill, Zhu Yunxi hurriedly came to the old man's side.
He didn't know the exact time of Tang He's death, but it should have been within the past two years.
Outside the old man's palace, groups of imperial doctors stood silently preparing.
"Your Highness, you are here!" Pu Bucheng stepped forward to greet you and said hurriedly, "Come with me!"
"Old Pu!" Zhu Yunxi whispered, "Can you trust the Duke? What do you think of Grandpa Huang?"
What he was worried about was that if Tang Hezhen died in the palace, would the old man...
Most of the historical rumors are inaccurate. In cold historical terms, the old man is a tyrant. But only by personally visiting this era and becoming someone around him can we feel the deepest friendship hidden in the old man's heart.
"Your Majesty, it's all right. I believe in the Duke's success..." Pu Bucheng looked around and whispered, "The imperial doctor has said everything about personnel, just listen to fate!"
Zhu Yunxi quickly entered the palace and was a little surprised. There were also several distinguished military officials in the palace.
Song Guogong Feng Sheng, founding Duke Chang Sheng, and even Cao Guogong Li Jinglong were also there. Moreover, Chang Sheng and Li Jinglong kept winking at Zhu Yunxi.
"My grandson comes to see the emperor..."
"Stop being polite!" The old man directly pulled Zhu Yunxi up, "Look at Tang Dazui, he is dying!" After saying that, he took Zhu Yunxi's hand and walked to Tang He.
"Big mouth, our eldest grandson is here!"
Tang He opened his eyes with difficulty, his fingers trembling, "Old minister, I have fulfilled the great trust of His Highness!"
Zhu Yunxi gently held the other party's hand and said, "Old Duke, please don't think wildly and take good care of your health!"
"This is not an illness, this is my life!" Tang He smiled with salivation at the corner of his mouth, "It's time, the Lord of Hell is here to take care of me!"
"Nonsense, the Lord of Hell wants you to die, but we won't let you die!" the old man said angrily.
Then, he took Zhu Yunxi outside and asked directly, regardless of who was around, "Do you know why I asked you to come?"
Zhu Yunxi thought about it, "Let my grandson see my old father again?"
The old man rubbed his big hands, "Do you remember what we told you about his granddaughter?" Then, he rubbed his big hands vigorously, "I called you here to tell you that someone has been sent to tell you that his granddaughter is here.
You two hurry up, give the soup a big mouth, and be happy!"
Happy!?
Zhu Yunxi understands this matter.
But he didn't expect that this matter would happen to him. Moreover, he was the emperor's grandson, and Tang He was a minister. Even though the old man at this time was different from the old man in history who killed heroes in his later years, he was not so murderous.
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But celebrating a minister’s birthday is a bit ridiculous, isn’t it!??
However, when Zhu Yunxi saw that Feng Sheng and others were already busy working beside him, he understood a little.
Tang He was different from others. He was not only the old man's friend since childhood, but also his comrade when he grew up. He was also the final leader of the Huaixi lineage.
When the old man's reputation was not high, Tang He led his troops to worship the old man. Even those who respected him, such as Feng Sheng, only joined the old man's team later.
In his life, the person he trusted the most was probably Tang He.
In his later years, almost all the people who were suspected by the old man were killed. But the old man really became a loner. The only one who dared to talk to him and could talk to him was Tang He.
This is also the case in history. After Tang He retired to seclusion, he would come to the capital to live for a few months every year and talk to the old man. Later Tang He became seriously ill, and Zhu Yuanzhang held his hand and cried in public.
"Grandson, I have wronged you!" The old man patted Zhu Yunxi on the shoulder, "It was a bit hasty! But don't worry, Tang He's granddaughter is so handsome!"
"Now he is just holding on. If he sees his granddaughter getting married to you, maybe he can hold on for another year and a half until he returns to his hometown!"
Zhu Yunxi thought about it, "My grandson listens to the emperor's grandfather, but what title should I give to the granddaughter of the old prince? It's too low and heartbreaking..."
The old man thought about it and said, "Just a virtuous concubine!"
Concubine Xian, the second female concubine in the East Palace, currently only ranked below Zhao Ning'er, and slightly higher than Concubine Zhang Ronger. If Zhu Yunxi ascends the throne in the future, she will be a veritable imperial concubine.
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I am busy in my hometown to celebrate the anniversary tomorrow, so I am a little distracted. Please bear with me. I will compensate everyone after tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.
A flower is left to the wolves to pick, so happy! Damn it!
This chapter has been completed!