The facts are almost inseparable from Xu Yue's guess.
However, Gongsun Zan was not dying, but was injured.
In the past two years, Gongsun Zan had suffered from an empty treasury, and could only watch helplessly as the Xu Jiajun took Youzhou into his pocket bit by bit.
He was not a patient person to begin with. When he learned that Youzhou, a good place that he had longed for all his life, was happily presented to Xu Jiajun by Zhao Yuhuan, he felt depressed. He couldn't hold it back and spurted out a mouthful of old blood!
The medical conditions in Beidu are not as good as those in Yuyang. In addition, since this is a heart disease, there are no psychotherapists here, so we can only use precious medicinal materials to nourish this energy.
Therefore, although Gongsun Zan still had great ambitions, he could not put them into practice.
Liangzhou, on the other hand, added fuel to the fire at this juncture and repeatedly allowed the Huns to plunder at the border of Bingzhou, reigniting Gongsun Zan's anger that he had finally suppressed.
Everyone knows that Gongsun Zan hated Wuhuan the most, followed by Xianbei and the Xiongnu. How could he bear it when he saw the Xiongnu jumping over and over again in his own territory?
When foreign tribes invaded Youzhou before, he watched the fire from across the bank, and he wanted to use this opportunity to consume Xu Jiajun and Zhao Yu, so he didn't think it was anything.
But now that the fire is on my butt, I immediately feel anxious!
Immediately ignoring the objections of the courtiers, he personally led the troops to the border of Bingzhou and beat the Huns until they cried for their fathers and mothers.
It's just that the horse stumbled and the man stumbled. Unexpectedly, the Huns also deployed sharp archers in the dark. Gongsun Zan was hit by an arrow in the left chest and fell off the horse.
Although he was protected by armor, the magic archer was no ordinary man. Although the arrow did not penetrate his skin, the huge repulsive force caused Gongsun Zan to have heart palpitations and triggered an old illness.
Now the Huns have been beaten away, but Gongsun Zan is lying down.
People leave Beidu standing and enter Beigong sideways.
Seeing that his father was so seriously ill, Bei Hou summoned his cronies to discuss countermeasures, and then everyone decided to rescue Zhao Yuanji while the five members of the Xu family were away from Yuyang.
At least, as long as Beidi is here, the Northern Capital can still be maintained, and all forces will not dare to act rashly.
When Yuyang began to track Zhao Yuanji, he had been "tied" to the North Palace by dead soldiers dressed as a caravan.
Young couples should have deep love and deep friendship.
Unexpectedly, they had not seen each other in the past three years. When they met again, one had tears in his eyes and the other had an indifferent expression, as if they were not a couple but strangers.
Bei Hou couldn't cry anymore. His expression gradually turned cold, and his eyes were full of loneliness and jealousy.
She picked up the dagger handed over by her confidant and cut the rope on Zhao Yuanji's body.
"Concubine, please welcome your Majesty back to the palace!" She dropped the dagger and bowed slightly, "Your Majesty, I have made you suffer."
Zhao Yuanji gave a faint hum and searched for Gongsun Zan, "Where is the general now? How is he?"
The Queen of the North led him to the inner hall, where Gongsun Zan was lying on it. He seemed to be in good spirits, but there was a bitter smell coming from the medicine stove that had been kept warm next to the bed, which made people feel very uncomfortable.
"Father, His Majesty is back." Bei Hou stepped forward and said softly.
He looked as if he was afraid that if he made a louder voice, he would scare the people on the couch.
Gongsun Zan nodded to express that he would not be too excited, but when he saw a man who was much more mature and dressed in commoner clothes, as if he had experienced vicissitudes of life, he couldn't help but sit up with excitement.
Unexpectedly, he got up too violently and felt a throbbing pain in his heart. Gongsun Zan's breathing suddenly became rapid, as if he was trying to lose his breath.
Bei Hou hurriedly brought the hot medicine, stroked his father's back, and fed him to drink the medicine.
After a while, Gongsun Zan's rapid breathing calmed down. His lips turned purple and his head was covered with sweat.
"General, is he suffering from... heart palpitations?" Zhao Yuanji asked uncertainly.
Gongsun Zan took a deep breath to suppress the panic in his heart, then nodded and said with a fake smile:
"Your Majesty has been in Yuyang for three years. It seems that he has learned a lot of new skills. This is the first time I know that your Majesty also knows how to treat patients."
Zhao Yuanji stepped forward, not caring about Gongsun Zan's sarcasm, and handed him a small yellow porcelain vase.
"What is this?" Beihou asked warily.
Gongsun Zan played with the small porcelain bottle, looked at the simplified Chinese characters printed on it, and raised his eyebrows in disbelief, "Quick-acting Jiuxin Pill?"
"Xu Jiajun's things?" Although he was asking, Gongsun Zan's tone was affirmative.
Because only Xu Jiajun can use this simplified Chinese character.
Moreover, such a simple and straightforward medicine name is in line with Xu Jiajun’s usual style.
"Where did your Majesty get it? Is it really effective?" Beihou asked curiously.
Zhao Yuanji sat down on the low stool in front of the two of them and smiled lightly, "Xu Erniang gave it to me, what do you think, Queen?"
How could the things that Xu Jiajun Goddess brought out be bad?
However, when he heard the words Xu Erniang, Beihou's face instantly became extremely ugly.
Who else doesn't know the news that Zhao Yuanji has been raised by the goddess Xu Jiajun for the past three years?
With such a big cuckold on his head, Beihou felt like he wanted to kill someone!
But unfortunately, she couldn't kill the person in front of her!
Before retrieving Zhao Yuanji, she asked her father why she had to get Zhao Yuanji back instead of letting her, the queen, take the throne, just like Xu Yue, who could be a queen and control the power in her own family.
In this way, there is no need to be restrained by those courtiers at all.
Moreover, she is also confident that she can balance the forces of all parties, and her political skills are no worse than those of men!
However, when she enthusiastically told her father about her ambitions, all she got was a cold look from him.
"Who do you think you are? How can you convince the public when a woman is in power? Those Confucian scholars are just afraid that the Demon Queen will be overtaken by cholera and want to kill you!"
"Stop your ridiculous thoughts! Throughout the ages, have you ever seen a woman be the king!"
The Queen of the North wanted to say, isn't the leader of the Xu family army a woman?
But she knew that this was not recognized by orthodox Confucian scholars.
A small rebel army will be nothing more than a flash in the pan.
But even so, Bei Hou was still dissatisfied!
She didn't know how she was different from Zhao Yuanji?
Is it just because he is a man?
Isn't this ridiculous?
Beihou felt that her father was wrong from the beginning. Their path was extremely wrong!
My father did have outstanding military exploits, but he was only suitable to be a general, not a powerful minister.
Unfortunately, my father still had the ambition to overwhelm the sky with one hand.
With these thoughts in mind, and then looking at the scene of her father and Zhao Yuanji discussing how to consolidate their rights, Bei Hou felt that this scene hurt her liver.
When he heard that Zhao Yuanji was trying to copy some of Xu Jiajun's cement, glass, textile technology, etc. to Beidu, Beihou stood up and walked away, throwing up his sleeves.
She sneered, "Neither fish nor fowl!"
The reason why Xu Jiajun manages their territory so well is not because Xu Jiajun has cement and magic rice, but because of their political system.
The Xu family army relied on winning over the people's hearts, and they relied on winning over the nobles.
Is it possible that a little bit of cement and glass can make those Confucian scholars willing to serve the Gongsun family?
