Chapter 2778 The old man has worked so hard, he even tried to fall into the water
Chapter 2778 I have worked very hard, and I have even tried to slip and fall into the water (please subscribe and vote)
In a post house outside Fancheng in the north of Xiangyang, Changsun Wuji was staying in this post house at this moment.
At this moment, more than thirty confidantes sent by His Majesty were standing outside the house, surrounding the house.
As for the officers of the Ministry of Punishment, they were left on the outermost edge. Instead of complaining about this, some of the officers wished they could celebrate.
A few days ago, Changsun Wuji suddenly fell seriously ill, and he and others no longer had the chance to approach the house.
Although I don't know what the old guy's illness was, after the imperial army isolated them from the outside world, it was definitely a good thing for low-ranking officers like them.
Even if Changsun Wuji suddenly rolled his eyes and slapped him directly, they would not bear the main responsibility. The main responsibility should be on this group of forbidden soldiers.
And the brigade commander who was responsible for supervising the escort of Chang Sun Wuji southward had already brought the lunch box from the kitchen of the inn.
He opened the door and entered the room, then locked the door. Then he took the box to the desk and handed it to Changsun Zhongping who came forward to greet him.
"Uncle, please get up and have a meal..."
Changsun Wuji, who was sitting on the couch, heard this and nodded at the Forbidden Army Commander, then stood up and came to the couch.
Changsun Zhongping placed the dishes on the table. Of course, they couldn't be bland and tasteless patient meals.
I can't say that what the brigade commander brought was rich, but at least there was a lot of meat, and there was even half a roast chicken.
Changsun Wuji, who has always been fond of all things meat, suddenly lit up his eyes and looked at the food box subconsciously.
The brigade commander understood the uncle's thoughts very well and whispered to Changsun Wuji.
"Please don't worry, Uncle Guo. When dinner is served, I will quietly bring you some wine. It would be too ostentatious to use these during the day."
"Well, thank you General Zhao." Changsun Wuji smiled at Brigadier Zhao and started chewing happily.
After almost all the meat on the table was swept away, Changsun Wuji rubbed his belly with satisfaction, got up and returned to the couch to sit down.
Then he slowly lay down. Changsun Wuji, who was lying on the couch to feed himself, looked at the beams of the room and kept thinking about how Cheng Sanlang asked him to pretend to be seriously ill.
But the question is what kind of serious illness should I pretend to be? Changsun Wuji knows very well what if he really returns to Luoyang to recuperate.
There will inevitably be countless eyes staring at him. If he is not careful, he will be accused of committing the crime of deceiving the emperor by those ministers who have surrendered to the prince at this moment.
But the problem is that on the way south, I really thought of several ways. I stood on the bow of the boat and blew the cool breeze for most of the night, but I didn't even feel the slightest sign of catching a cold.
Finally approaching Xiangyang, Changsun Wuji, who was already a little anxious, simply pretended to be lost and fell into the water.
Sure enough, signs of fever and cold finally appeared, which made Changsun Wuji, who was aching all over, secretly happy.
Brigadier Zhao who was accompanying him finally sent someone to Luoyang to inform His Majesty that he was seriously ill.
But in the end, after landing, I didn't take any medicine and just lay down all night. When I woke up, my headache was gone, my fever was gone, and I felt very energetic.
This made Changsun Wuji extremely disappointed. Even Te Niang's cold recovered so quickly.
So how can I pretend to be sick when I am trapped in a room at this moment? Let them bring a bathtub or a big basin, and sit in it with my bare buttocks, and then catch a cold?
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Changsun Zhongping was standing by the couch. Hearing his master's sigh, he came closer and whispered.
"What orders do you have, Master?"
"Zhongping, tell me, if His Majesty sends a doctor and sees me like this, do you think that doctor would dare to say that I am seriously ill?"
"...Sir, I think I should be able to do it. After all, this is the strategy formulated by His Majesty."
"..." Changsun Wuji nodded slowly, then shook his head. His Majesty told him that he was right.
Cheng Sanlang also passed the plan to himself, but there was no mention in it of what kind of illness he should pretend to be.
This is the most painful thing about Changsun Wuji. Only a serious illness, or a serious illness, can delay the situation for three to five months.
When the enthusiasm gradually dissipated and people stopped paying so much attention to it, he became a monk and escaped into Buddhism.
But, what kind of serious illness can last three to five months? You can't say that you need to recuperate for three to five months if a hidden illness recurs, right? Although I was demoted to a commoner, I still have to face it.
Just when Changsun Wuji was sighing and feeling sad, there was a rapid sound of hoofbeats, approaching from a distance.
Soon, Changsun Wuji, who was stunned, heard Cheng Sanlang's familiar loud voice.
While they were exchanging pleasantries, Cheng Chubi dragged Brigadier Zhao to the side and muttered in a low voice.
"..." After listening to Brigadier Zhao's report in a low voice, Cheng Chubi couldn't help but feel a little ache in his balls. He didn't expect that this damn fat man was actually in such good health.
Fortunately, he hurried over slowly and quickly, and he actually got better. So what should I, a master of traditional Chinese medicine in the Tang Dynasty, do?
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wang Yiling standing not far away with an eager expression.
Cheng Chubi could only stride forward, stopped the doctor Wang who wanted to follow him into the house, and gave instructions.
"You stay here for now while I go to visit you first. If anything happens, I will call you."
Facing Cheng Sanlang's instructions, Doctor Wang could only stay outside and wait despite all his reluctance.
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"Why are you here?"
Changsun Wuji, who was lying on the couch pretending to be sick, heard the greeting and slowly opened his eyes.
He glanced at Cheng Sanlang in great confusion, and then glanced at the closed door.
Cheng Chubi stood in the room, looking at the rosy-faced and energetic Changsun Wuji speechlessly. He shook his head after a long time.
"Not only is Cheng here, there is also Wang Taiyiling from the Imperial Medical Office waiting outside...
I said, Uncle Changsun Guo, how do you look like you are sick?"
"What if the Imperial Doctor Wang and the imperial guards outside the house see you looking like this?"
"I know, I have worked very hard, okay? I even tried it when I slipped and fell into the water.
But I had a cold for only two days, and I didn’t even take any medicine, so I got better on my own..."
Hearing this, Cheng Chubi looked at this fat man who could eat and sleep, and felt a little helpless to complain.
Changsun Wuji himself spread his hands helplessly. I am also helpless, okay?
"How about you, Cheng Sanlang, please help me think of a way to pretend to be sick and deceive the king's doctor and the others."
"The main reason is that Uncle Changsun Guo, you look so good, and because you are too fat, it is difficult to disguise the pained micro-expression."