When Zhang Tan returned to the political hall, it was already filled with excitement.
He coughed heavily.
Several other prime ministers saw him coming back and hurriedly gathered around him.
"Xiang Zhang, how about Prince An?"
"Yes! Can you save me?"
Zhang Tan explained Zhong Yue's diagnosis: "...except Zhong Yue, no one else dares to say that it can be cured."
Everyone was silent.
After a while, someone finally spoke up and said, "Your Majesty, you don't know yet, right? Does Mr. Zhang want to tell you?"
It is difficult for the emperor to even speak now. How can he dare to report King An's injury before getting the exact news? What if the emperor died in a fit of anger?
Zhang Tan said: "Your Majesty, in this situation, our political affairs hall must first come up with an opinion. Everyone, what do you think should happen if King An is like this?"
This is equivalent to asking them whether they should give up King An.
It was about the establishment of a heir apparent, and the emperor was in danger. No one dared to speak for a while, and they were all thinking about their own Xiao Jiujiu.
After a while, someone finally tried: "There is no one else except King An. The fourth prince and the fifth prince are eleven and ten years old, so they are a bit young."
Zhang Tan sighed: "That's right. King An's leg injury is not inevitable, it just takes a little longer. The fourth and fifth princes are still innocent."
He said it euphemistically, not innocent, but to put it bluntly, he has no talent and is mediocre.
Although King An's qualifications are average, he is old enough and has two children. If he can succeed to the throne, the situation will at least be stable. If he were to be a young prince, he would inevitably be suspicious of the young prince and make people uneasy.
But continue to insist on King Li An...
"Xiang Zhang, isn't this inappropriate?" Sure enough, someone came out and said, "Now that King An has fallen like this, it's unclear whether he will be better or not. Just based on Zhong Yue's words, we are convinced? What's more, above the grand ceremony,
Are you asking King An to drag his injured leg? This would be..."
Sure enough, someone immediately followed up: "Yes! This is outrageous! Is it only Zhong Yue who says it can be cured? Everyone else says it can't be cured, right? Even if we believe it, how can we make the world believe it?"
If Prince An's legs are not healed, even the younger fourth prince will not be able to marry him.
How can a person with a disability ascend to the throne of God?
The political hall remains controversial.
Zhang Tan could only say: "Then please ask Your Majesty to make a decision!"
There are still people who oppose this proposal.
"Prime Minister Zhang, how can your Majesty make decisions like this?"
Zhang Tan was a little impatient: "Then what do you want?"
"A court meeting!" the man said, "This is a major national event and should be decided by all officials."
Zhang Tan glanced over coldly, but saw the other person's eyes flickering, obviously he already had someone he wanted to support.
He sneered in his heart and replied lightly: "Okay, let's discuss it in court!"
As he walked out the door, Zhang Tan glanced at Guo Xu. He was usually very active in discussing matters, but this time he was as listless and silent as an eggplant beaten by frost.
I asked you to hug An Wang’s thigh, but you didn’t expect this to happen, right?
He actually felt a little happy.
Zhang Tan returned to his home.
The leaves on the tree in front of the study door have fallen all over the floor. Winter is really coming.
He stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, lost in thought for a while.
When he turned around, he didn't know when there was another person in the room.
This man's face is ordinary, but his ape-like back and wasp-waisted temperament are so serious that people can't stand him.
"I have met Xingguan." He bowed and bowed.
Zhang Tan looked at him and sighed: "I haven't seen you for many years, but you are still the same."
The man raised his head and smiled lightly: "Master Xingguan is much older."
"Haha, how can I not grow old if I wallow in power every day?" Zhang Tan laughed at himself.
He sat down and pointed to the opposite side: "Sit down."
This man stood up and sat down opposite him. His sitting posture was very upright, with a somewhat military temperament.
"After so many years, Xing Guan has summoned his subordinates. Will he return to the world again?"
Zhang Tan said: "I can't talk about returning to the world, but recently I feel vaguely that someone seems to be eyeing me."
"Oh? Who is so bold?"
"I came to you because I want to know the answer." Zhang Tan's eyes flashed and he lowered his voice, "Go and find out whether King An's injury was a coincidence or someone premeditated it."
"Is this the first mission?"
"Yes!" Zhang Tan lowered his eyelids, "Besides, gather the stars and gather in Yunjing!"
"yes!"
This person came silently and left quickly.
In just a blink of an eye, the study returned to calm.
Zhang Tan slowly packed up the bookcase. He didn't know where he pulled his hand, and a small box popped out.
He picked up the seal inside.
When he first put it in, he thought that the next time he took it out, it might be time to find an heir.
I didn't expect that I would be forced to this point.
From the moment the emperor fell ill, everything was out of his control.
The missing and returned Huang Yuanping, the framed eldest prince, and Prince An who broke his leg.
One link after another.
He seemed to be able to see a shadow behind him, turning his hands into clouds and turning his hands into rain.
As for the goal, it is naturally the supreme position!
He wanted to see where the ghosts and monsters came from!
…
Yang Shu went to the palace to visit.
Concubine Pei was very happy: "Ayan is back? Call him quickly."
The emperor was awake, and was drinking the soup one spoonful at a time, being served by his concubine.
After hearing the report, his eyes darkened.
Not long after, Yang Shu came.
He saluted respectfully: "I bow to the Holy One and meet the Empress."
The emperor opened his mouth, and Wan Dabao hurriedly leaned in to listen.
"Your Majesty asked, where is King An?"
Yang Shu looked troubled and said hesitantly: "Your Majesty, why don't you wait for him to come to see you later?"
When he did this, the emperor suddenly became suspicious and moved his lips urgently.
Wan Dabao sent a message: "Your Majesty asks you to answer truthfully."
Yang Shu couldn't help but look at Concubine Pei.
Just as Concubine Pei was about to open her mouth, the emperor waved his hand.
He became excited, his hands were trembling, and his eyes looking at Yang Shu were still angry.
Wan Dabao said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, don't be anxious, Divine Doctor Zhong has ordered..."
When Yang Shu saw it, he quickly found an excuse to run away: "I'm going to call Divine Doctor Zhong."
Just as Zhong Yue came out of Prince An's Mansion, he went into the palace for follow-up consultation.
Wan Dabao welcomed him in as if he had seen a savior: "Doctor Zhong, you came just in time. Your Majesty suddenly became anxious..."
Yang Shu waited outside for a while, and the emperor's condition finally stabilized.
Zhong Yue wiped his sweat and went to refill the medicine. Concubine Pei came out to talk to Yang Shu.
After saying a few words, things started to get chaotic again.
The shrill voice of the chamberlain came: "Oh no, Your Majesty has passed away!"
Zhong Yue rushed in and saw that the emperor's head was tilted to one side, he was in a coma, and there was blood around his mouth.
He checked his pulse, frowned and asked, "What's going on? Doesn't it mean His Majesty can't be excited? What have you done?"
The medicine boy he brought into the palace knelt down with a plop and trembled: "Sir, sir, please forgive me! Your Majesty just asked, how is His Royal Highness King An, so I said..."
"What did you say?"
"I said... His Highness's legs don't matter. With Mr. here, he will be able to walk as usual in three to five years..."
Zhong Yue was so angry that he wanted to slap him to death: "How could you say that?"
The medicine boy hugged his thigh and cried: "I don't know! I thought His Majesty was worried about His Royal Highness, Prince An, so I comforted him..."
This is not a relief, it is simply a reminder! (To be continued)