Zhang Tan was summoned into the palace before he even finished his cup of tea.
The one who came out to greet him was King Fu.
——The emperor lay unable to move. He had neither a queen mother nor a queen, so he could only invite Prince Fu out.
"...The medicine boy next to Dr. Zhong thought that Your Majesty already knew about it, so he told the story. Your Majesty passed away in a fit of anger." King Fu sighed, "What is this? I was lying half dead, and my son broke his leg.
Yes, isn’t it because you violated a taboo when worshiping your ancestors?”
Zhang Tan didn't comment on the old peasant's thoughts about King Fu. After waiting patiently for a while, Zhong Yue came out.
"Mr. Zhong, please bless him..."
"It's okay for now." Zhong Yue's forehead was covered with sweat and he was so tired that he couldn't lift his hands.
After taking a short rest, he took the initiative and said: "Your Majesty is in a very bad situation right now, but he is hanging on to his life with a golden needle. If this situation happens one or two more times, the common people will not be able to save him."
After a pause, he added: "This time the disciple made a big mistake, but he didn't know the inside story. As a teacher, Cao Min is willing to bear the responsibility..."
Before he finished speaking, the voice of the imperial concubine came from inside: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"
Zhang Tan and King Fu didn't care about this and hurried in.
The emperor had woken up. When he saw Zhang Tan, his eyes showed some eagerness and he stretched out his trembling hands.
"Your Majesty." Zhang Tan lined up the crowd and half-knelt in front of the bed.
The emperor trembled his lips, wanting to say something.
Everyone held their breath and concentrated, but they heard him say two words: "Lao San..."
Zhang Tan replied: "Your Majesty, don't be anxious. Mr. Zhong said that His Royal Highness Prince An's leg can be cured."
"Three years?"
Zhang Tan paused and replied: "His Royal Highness Prince An has several broken leg bones and is currently unable to walk. All the imperial doctors have gone to see him, but only Mr. Zhong said that he can be cured."
"Xiang Zhang!" Wan Dabao didn't expect him to say it directly and was a little anxious. What if the emperor was provoked again?
Zhang Tan was unmoved and said bluntly: "It's just that the recovery time is a bit long, maybe two or three years."
The light in the emperor's eyes went out.
But he didn't get so excited that he vomited blood again, as Wan Dabao thought.
He waved his hand with difficulty and looked at Wan Dabao.
Wan Dabao was still thinking about the meaning of this look, but Zhang Tan already said: "You all go out, the Holy One wants to have a detailed discussion with me."
"This..." Wan Dabao looked at the emperor and saw him nodding, so he respectfully said, "Yes."
Concubine Pei finally tucked in the quilt and retreated.
Only the emperor and Zhang Tan were left in the room.
The emperor looked at Zhang Tan and held out three fingers.
"The Holy One would like to ask, can His Royal Highness Prince An still be saved?"
The emperor nodded.
Zhang Tan sighed and replied: "Except Mr. Zhong, everyone said it cannot be cured. And the treatment time is too long. Even if it is cured, you may not be able to walk as usual. Your Majesty, please forgive me for my incompetence. I am afraid this situation cannot be repeated.
I have established Prince An as the crown prince."
This was what Zhang Tan had planned.
The resistance to establishing Prince An as the heir is too great. Zhong Yue said that if it can be cured, it can be cured? What's more, two or three years is really too long. An uncertain result, but it takes two or three years to verify, is called
What do the courtiers think? What do the people of the world think?
Therefore, we can only give up on King An.
There was hatred in the emperor's eyes, and he held back two words: "Who is...?"
Zhang Tan's eyes flashed slightly and he replied: "We can't be sure at the moment. I have checked it and there are no traces left. But it is indeed strange that King An's horse was suddenly frightened."
The emperor closed his eyes and said: "It's... him! It must be... him!"
Zhang Tan frowned and asked, "Who is the Holy One talking about?"
The emperor glanced outside and made a mouth gesture.
Zhang Tan thought for a moment: "His Royal Highness the King of Yue?"
The emperor nodded affirmatively.
Zhang Tan thought for a while: "It's not impossible."
The emperor grabbed his hand and said with difficulty: "No, let him... succeed!"
Zhang Tan returned the hand with comfort and said, "It's not his turn. I would like to ask Your Majesty, since King An is no longer alive, should you appoint a fourth prince?"
The emperor nodded affirmatively.
Excluding Prince An, he only had two sons left. If not the fourth prince, who would he establish?
"Okay, I understand."
After finishing the matter, Zhang Tan wanted to withdraw his hand, but found that the emperor's grip was tight.
"Your Majesty, do you have anything else to say?"
The emperor grabbed him tightly and uttered three words: "Kill... him!" His face slowly turned red, his eyes became more determined, and he actually said a complete sentence, "I... before I die, I want to see...
He dies!"
Zhang Tan knew who he was talking about.
He calmly replied: "If this was done by the King of Yue, he would have taken other actions. I will try my best to prevent him from doing anything bad."
The emperor then let go.
…
King Fu and others took refuge in the cubicle.
Yang Shu came out to greet him: "My grandnephew has met Grandpa Fu Wang."
King Fu stroked his gray beard and looked at him kindly: "I haven't seen Ayan for a long time. I look like he's grown taller again."
Yang Shu smiled and said: "How old am I? How can I still grow taller?"
King Fu laughed and asked him: "Where is your wife? Has the baby been born? Oh, people are really useless when they are old. I can't think of it anymore."
Yang Shu grimaced, "You are poking at my heart. I really want to get married, but things keep getting delayed every year. I thought I would be able to get a wife this time, but it turns out..."
"Oh!" King Fu remembered, "It seems that you are trying to suppress your wife and ask the national master to transform it for you? Don't worry, it will be better after you wait a long time. It will be done in due course!"
"It would be great if I really had melons..."
The grandfather and grandson chatted for a while, and King Fu asked Zhong Yue: "What is the condition of the third child's leg? Why does it take so long?"
Zhong Yue told the truth: "Back to Your Highness Prince Fu, Prince An's leg bone joints were broken, so we can only replace them with fake ones. It takes time to make fake bones, and it takes even more time to replace them and adapt to them. There is no rush."
"The joint was broken?" King Fu was shocked, "Can this be cured?"
"Two of them have been cured by ordinary people."
"Can you walk after treatment? Are you like normal people?"
"You can walk and look like normal people, but try not to run or jump."
King Fu stroked his beard and defined it: "It means it looks normal, but in fact it is still half disabled."
Zhong Yue had no objection.
King Fu muttered: "It's hard to handle! The third child's legs are like this, and the fourth child is so small..."
It was hard for everyone present to interrupt with such words. Zhong Yue pretended not to hear, and Yang Shu pretended to be deaf and dumb.
After thinking about it, Zhang Tan came out.
King Fu went over to ask about the situation, but saw his eyes falling on Yang Shu.
Without waiting for him to say anything, Zhang Tan said calmly: "His Royal Highness the King of Yue has worked hard all the way, and His Majesty has rested. There is nothing going on here. You can go back and rest."
Yang Shu looked at Prince Fu, then at Concubine Pei, and nodded meekly: "That's fine. Grandpa Prince Fu, Concubine Pei, I'll take my leave now."
As soon as he left, Zhang Tan immediately said: "His Royal Highness King Fu, the Holy One has a decree, and I ask you to be a witness!" (To be continued)