Not long after, an old man with a white beard was invited over. After looking around and asking questions, he sighed: "The true energy in Your Highness's body is getting more and more violent. Even though I have been blending it with various famous medicines for many years, plus there are Chongyang and others from time to time.
Use internal strength to guide the body, but as the true energy in the body increases, the effect will become smaller and smaller."
Of course Situ Ji felt this way too.
Butler Wu next to him hurriedly asked: "Is there no other way?"
There is a way, if you can stop practicing this skill and prevent the true energy from growing again, it is feasible, but it is a pity that His Highness does not listen.
Immediately, Mr. Tong seemed to have thought of something and said, "Perhaps His Highness can find a woman to relieve the true Yang energy in his body?"
Situ Ji, "..."
"Your Highness, you also know that although this technique is powerful, the true energy is extremely domineering and difficult to control. Your Highness has never had a woman in so many years. You must know that the balance of yin and yang is the way of all things. I think that maybe Your Highness is too masculine.
If we can get the extremely yin energy of women and balance the true energy in the body, it might be a good idea." Mr. Tong touched his white beard and said thoughtfully.
Situ Ji glanced at him expressionlessly.
Butler Wu spoke earnestly: "I know that Your Highness is not good at this matter of men and women, but Concubine Yin is so infatuated with Your Highness that it is not a bad idea for Your Highness to try it on her."
Situ Ji waved his hand, "Okay, step back."
"This is the best way I can think of. Your Highness can do it yourself." Tong Lao muttered and took out a bottle of medicine from the medicine box. "Although it has no effect anymore, it is better than nothing. Let's hold it for now."
Bar."
The medicine was left behind, and Mr. Tong was sent away.
The news that the prince was awake spread everywhere with the speed of a conflagration.
Royal Palace.
Emperor Ming Yong listened to the news coming from outside the palace and had no other reaction except a faint nod.
Everyone thought that His Highness the Crown Prince would wander through hell every time he fell into a coma and would fall ill at any time.
But as Emperor Yong of the Ming Dynasty, as the father and emperor, how could he not know the inside story as the person who taught this technique?
So no matter what other people's reactions were, Emperor Yong of Ming Dynasty, who was the father of the emperor, was not too worried.
It's just that if you can't control this exercise, it will be a bit troublesome and tricky.
Because now he is still the prince and does not have to take care of anything. He, the father, is responsible for everything. If he succeeds to the throne and becomes emperor in the future and still falls into a coma, he may be taken advantage of by someone with ulterior motives.
Thinking of this, Emperor Ming Yong couldn't help but sigh, "Do you think I did something wrong? It would have been better if I had not allowed him to practice that technique."
In recent years, his son has frequently had violent outbursts and fell into coma, but he knows what his son's temper is like.
He has never said a word since he was a child in an ice cellar and suffered from thousands of years of ice. His endurance and physical fitness have been trained, but he can still be tortured like this, which shows how overbearing and arrogant the true energy in his body is.
The confidant eunuch standing beside him bowed slightly and said: "The beloved son of his parents has far-reaching plans. His Majesty has also worked hard and does not want the prince to follow the same path as His Majesty and suffer the same losses as before."
Emperor Yong of the Ming Dynasty remained silent.
The dynasty advocates martial arts, and every prince must practice martial arts.
As for the battle for the crown prince, it is difficult to guard against open swords and hidden arrows.
At that time, he suffered from poor martial arts skills and weak internal strength. He was almost killed in assassinations several times, but he was lucky enough to save his life. However, injuries and poisoning were commonplace.
One of the times he was exposed to a highly toxic poison almost killed him, and the toxin has not been completely eliminated from his body to this day.
That's why he doesn't want his beloved legitimate son to suffer the same suffering he suffered back then.
After his legitimate son was born, he personally trained him. Not only did he have to temper his physique from an early age, but he also taught his son a very domineering martial art of the Situ royal family.
His son did not disappoint him, and quickly started to learn it with his extremely high talent. Unfortunately, the internal power of the technique was too overbearing, and his son could not fully master it, so he suffered backlash from time to time and fell into a coma.
Emperor Yong of the Ming Dynasty knew that he would not live long. The wounds and poisons he had suffered when he seized the throne in his early years had accumulated deeply. Although he appeared to be fine, he was actually at the end of his life.
He now only hopes that before his death, his son can completely master the martial arts, successfully become a great treasure, and inherit the great power.
The hexagram shows that the son is the destined overlord.
If the throne is handed over to him, I can rest assured.
The confidant eunuch said: "It would be great if the Queen was willing to assist His Highness the Crown Prince, and His Majesty wouldn't have to worry so much."
"She..."
Emperor Ming Yong shook his head, "She is tired of these power struggles. It is I who have caused her trouble, and I have failed her. In order to consolidate the throne, I have done a lot of things as a last resort..."
Prince Li's Mansion.
Unlike the third and fourth princes, the eldest prince Situ Li had already been canonized as Prince Li.
The confidant knelt in front of him: "I followed His Highness's order and went to the Prince's Mansion with gifts to visit, but Butler Wu accepted the gifts but did not let me see the Prince."
Situ Li smiled contemptuously, "I might not be able to see the prince's face even if I go away. How could I let you, a slave, disturb the prince's resting place?"
The confidant dared not talk to him.
Situ Li ignored him and continued to taunt him: "It's better to be on guard. The tighter the guard is, the more useless Situ Ji will appear! The battle for the crown prince in our Situ royal family is all about raising the poison. If the poison is not strong, so what?
Become the king? Even if Situ Ji is not dead, the clan will never let a weak prince become the emperor!"
Similar conversations also occurred in other princes' mansions.
As for Situ Ji's illness, even though some people earlier suspected that he was pretending to be ill for fishing, after so many years, it has become clear.
This is a sick man.
It's just that this sick man is their father's treasure, just like Butler Wu in the Prince's Mansion, the person their father gave to the Prince.
Only the prince has this kind of treatment, not any of his sons.
They also knew that their father was on guard against them, fearing that they would hurt the prince.
But this worry is purely unnecessary. No matter how stupid you are, how can you be stupid enough to deal with the sick prince and make yourself embarrassed? The other brothers are the opponents!
In the Yinhou Mansion.
Lord Yin immediately told the unhappy Aunt Anise the good news.
Aunt Fennel already knew the truth from her daughter.
But she still had to get sick and do all the tricks.
As soon as the prince fails to get up, his daughter will not be favored, and she will have to continue to be 'sick', sick because of worries about her daughter, and also sick about her daughter's future.
Coupled with the fact that my daughter was haggard when she returned home, everything proved that her daughter was not doing well in the Prince's Mansion.
It also proved that this marriage was definitely not the daughter's wish, nor her wish, nor was it planned by the mother and daughter.
Therefore, even if there are some adventures and blessings like the daughter, there will be no more doubts after knowing what happened to the daughter.
And this is Aunt Hui's survival wisdom. She can carve out a world in the backyard of the Hou Mansion with her bare hands, so she is certainly not an ordinary woman.
However, as soon as she heard the news, Aunt Hui still pretended to cheer up. Fragile and soft, she stood up and asked Mr. Yin, "Master, are you serious?"
