Following Xiao Zhusi's cold shout, sister Lianxiang Xiyu, who was kneeling down to apologize, was immediately trembling with fear.
What are their identities?
In this era, courtesans and prostitutes, as well as people from humble backgrounds, are as humble as dust. In the eyes of princes, nobles, and dignitaries, they are just playthings that can be thrown away at any time.
"Prince Yan is saying that I have no control?"
Ji Boying glanced at the shivering sisters kneeling on the ground and glanced at Xiao Zhusi.
Just this look made Zhu Di panic.
"Fourth child, how do we usually teach you?!"
Lao Zhu noticed Ji Boying's displeasure and glared at Zhu Di angrily.
'How did you teach me?'
'You haven't taught me anything!'
Zhu Di gritted his teeth and saluted quickly.
"Zhu Di doesn't dare."
Ji Boying did not continue to pursue the case. He just wanted the two little girls to feel better and feel a bit of human dignity in this powerful society.
"You go out, you can choose any room on the top floor."
"When I need you, I will call you."
Sister Lianxiang Xiyu knelt on the ground, with tears in her beautiful eyes, biting her jelly-like red lips, and saluted respectfully to Ji Boying, and then saluted Lao Zhu, Queen Ma, Zhu Biao, and Zhu Di one by one.
Then he got up and left.
"Sit down."
There is a calf-high floor-standing table next to the screen near the window. Ji Boying first sat opposite it.
"good."
Lao Zhu took Queen Ma and sat down with Ji Boying to discuss the case. As for Zhu Biao and Zhu Di, a current prince and a distinguished prince, they were not qualified to sit here and could only stand.
"Come on, have a taste of this."
Ji Boying conjured a cigar to Lao Zhu.
'So thick?'
Although Lao Zhu was very confused about why this one was so thick, he still took it with ease and bit it at the corner of his mouth. As Ji Boying struck the match in his hand and lit it, Lao Zhu took a deep breath, his breath was filled with white mist, and then his eyes suddenly opened.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he started coughing crazily, and his pupils were almost smoldering.
The fierce man with a cigar filling his lungs deserves to be called the Taizu of the Ming Dynasty.
"Don't suck it into your body."
"This is different from the forget-me-not grass I gave you before."
Then, Ji Boying demonstrated to Lao Zhu the process of smoking a cigar.
"Take a breath, then quickly exhale the smoke, and then carefully savor the aftertaste left in your mouth, throat, and even nasal cavity."
Following Ji Boying's method, Lao Zhu tried it again, and his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had opened the door to a new world.
Zhu Biao and Zhu Di, who were standing nearby, were both surprised and eager to try.
Ji Boying glanced at it, raised his hand and handed one out. Seeing this, Zhu Di quickly bowed and took it. After lighting it, he smoked it in a decent manner according to Ji Boying's method, with the same expression of enjoyment on his face.
"I…"
Zhu Biao just spoke.
"You can't smoke."
Ji Boying refused directly.
In Ji Boying's plan, an important part of extending the Hongwu Time and Space Kingdom is to save Zhu Biao's life so that he can successfully take over from Lao Zhu.
How can you smoke a cigar?
Smoking is harmful to health, especially for patients with potential cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases.
"Biao'er, since the immortal master said you can't smoke it, you just don't smoke it. My father has already tasted it for you, so the taste of this thing is just average."
"Yes, yes, my father is right, brother, there is actually nothing to smoke."
Zhu Biao glanced at his father and fourth brother. These two guys were chewing cigars, and they obviously looked like they were enjoying themselves, but they were just talking to me here???
Zhu Biao, who was arrogant in his heart, took a deep breath, moved his position towards Queen Ma, and stood aside without speaking.
"This is a cigar. You can smoke one for an hour."
"Pair it with some wine, and the effect will be even better."
As soon as Ji Boying's words came out of his mouth, Lao Zhu burst into laughter.
"Biao'er, go quickly and convey the order to bring the best Qiu Lubai from the palace to the Immortal Master for a taste."
Zhu Baogang wanted to say yes.
"No."
Ji Boying pointed his finger at the table. On the table appeared a white porcelain wine bottle with a red seal with the words erased, and three crystal wine glasses.
"This wine is called Feitian."
Ji Boying picked up the wine bottle and poured three glasses.
Both Lao Zhu and Zhu Di picked up the wine glasses and looked at them for a while. The wine looked pure and transparent, and smelled mellow and fragrant.
The three of them drank it all in one go.
After Feitian finished eating, Lao Zhu and Zhu Di's eyes instantly lit up again.
“Good wine!”
“Good wine!”
The father and son praised in unison.
Zhu Biao on the side was already itching his teeth with hatred.
'Just don't let cigars be smoked.'
‘You’re not allowed to drink alcohol either?’
It is true that the emperor could not tolerate the prince. After all, he, Zhu Biao, was the prince of the dynasty, but he couldn't even get a glass of wine here.
"Abiao, drink this."
Ji Boying raised his hand and grabbed a bottle of medicinal wine from nothingness.
"This is ageless wine, it has health-preserving and nourishing properties."
Zhu Biao looked at the wine. Although he didn't taste Feitian's displeasure, he had drunk enough wine to save his face.
"Okay, now it's time to get down to business."
Ji Boying took a puff of his cigar, puffed out the smoke, and looked at Queen Ma. Since Lao Zhu would bring Queen Ma to look for him, it must be because Queen Ma was in trouble.
At this time, Queen Ma, after seeing Ji Boying's method of transforming nothingness into things, the last trace of doubt in her heart was completely dissipated, and she completely believed in Ji Boying's identity as an immortal.
"Brother, we have mentioned to you before that our sister's body..."
Before Lao Zhu finished speaking, Empress Ma turned red and started coughing violently. Suddenly Lao Zhu, A Biao, Xiao Zhu, father and son all became nervous.
Empress Ma was seen covering her mouth with a handkerchief, her eyes slightly evasive, as if she was afraid that Lao Zhu and his son would find something.
"You must have vomited blood."
Ji Boying's calm words made Lao Zhu's expression change instantly. He snatched the handkerchief from Queen Ma's hand and spread it out. Sure enough, his saliva was mixed with blood.
"Sister, you, you, you never told us about vomiting blood!"
"Father, my son, I will go and teach the imperial doctor right now!"
"Father, big brother, I have quick feet, I'll pass it on!"
Abiao and Xiao Zhusi were also extremely nervous.
Ji Boying poured himself a glass of wine, brought it to his mouth and drank it all.
Flying, so cool.
Then, casually, two boxes of medicine appeared in front of Queen Ma's case.
"Take one pill at a time, three times a day, for two months."
There is no record in history of what disease caused Empress Ma to collapse, but the most popular guess is that it was tuberculosis caused by overwork. And through observation just now, Ji Boying can roughly confirm that it was tuberculosis.
Furthermore, according to the fact that Queen Ma died two years later, it can be seen that she is in the early stage of tuberculosis.
Tuberculosis was called tuberculosis in ancient times and was called a terminal disease.
There were no antibiotics in this era, and there were no good treatments for tuberculosis. Most of them died of serious illness.
The medicine Ji Boying gave is an anti-tuberculosis capsule, which is specifically targeted at early-stage tuberculosis and is used to kill and inhibit bacteria in the lungs. As long as you keep taking it, there shouldn't be much of a recovery problem.
"Brother, can this medicine cure our sister's disease?"
Lao Zhu looked at the two boxes of medicine, and Queen Ma also looked in disbelief.
She actually went to a doctor to see a doctor and found out what kind of disease she had. However, she was not a royal physician in the palace, but secretly found it among the people behind Lao Zhu's back. She also knew that her terminal illness was almost incurable.
It is precisely because of this that she never agreed to let the imperial doctors come to see her, because she knew Lao Zhu's character very well. If she sought medical treatment from an imperial doctor, and she still collapsed due to illness, then the imperial doctors who had consulted her would inevitably