Chapter two hundred and forty sixth mutual clichés
Zhu Changcheng sneered: "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. Your Majesty will not pursue you all the way to the capital just because you are worried about this matter, right?"
Prince Rui seemed to have gone a long way, and his face turned a little pale: "That's not entirely true. When I came back from Prince Xiang's Mansion, my brother asked me to bring a letter to the prince. I came here specially to deliver the letter."
Zhu Changcheng's expression changed: "Where is my brother's letter? Where is it with you?"
King Rui nodded, took out a tightly sealed letter from his arms and handed it to Zhu Changcheng.
Zhu Changcheng hesitated for a moment and stretched out his hand to take it: "Thank you. Your Majesty will go there personally for such a small matter."
King Rui waved his hand: "It should be true. Speaking of which, I heard a lot about your father after entering the city. I wonder what the prince's plan is?"
Zhu Changcheng held up the tea cup in front of him: "I am staying here to ask the emperor for an explanation for my father. I cannot accept the explanations he gave. Prince Xiang's lineage cannot live with the identity of a guilty minister from now on.
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He slowly took a sip of tea and looked at Prince Rui with a faint smile: "What about Prince Rui? Why did you come to Beijing?"
"To tell you the truth, Xiao Wang heard that there has been a lot of chaos in the capital recently, and the Manchu and Qing Dynasties have already reached their doorsteps. How can you, as a citizen of the Ming Dynasty, sit idly by and ignore it?" He coughed violently several times as he spoke.
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King Yi nodded. Although he had not had much contact with King Rui, it seemed that King Rui was really a good person.
Zhu Changcheng snorted coldly in his heart, with a look of emotion on his face: "I didn't expect that King Rui was in such bad health and still worried about the safety of the Ming Dynasty. It really puts us to shame."
King Rui didn't answer. He drank a cup of tea and nodded approvingly: "I don't know what kind of tea King Yi uses here. It's really good."
King Yi was not sure what kind of tea it was, so he enthusiastically asked someone to bring some to King Rui to take back and taste.
King Rui did not refuse, and accepted it happily. Several people said a few polite words, and someone came to the door to report that the person who came to pick up King Rui had arrived.
King Rui patted his head lightly: "Looking at my memory, I have completely forgotten about him. The letter has also been brought here. Since someone is here, I will not disturb you two anymore and take my leave."
King Yi quickly asked someone to pack a few bags of tea for King Rui to take away with him, and sent them out politely.
Naturally, the person waiting impatiently at the door was the great miraculous doctor Mo Fengmo. When he saw King Rui swaying out in three unsteady steps, he couldn't help but have a bit of contempt on his face.
Over the years, under his care, King Rui's body has improved a lot compared to before. Although he is still weak and coughs from time to time, he never gets shaken up after walking a few steps. This guy really pretends to be like
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King Rui waved goodbye to King Yi and Zhu Changcheng and was helped back by Mo Feng. Mo Feng thoughtfully brought a carriage, and the two of them sat on the carriage and gradually moved away from the bustling capital.
"Tell me, what did you see? Did you find the person behind Zhu Changcheng? What kind of person is King Yi?"
King Rui rubbed his chin and thought for a moment: "I didn't see who was behind him, but one thing is that when I mentioned that the Manchus entered the customs, his expression was not right."
Mo Feng's face also became serious: "You mean he has colluded with the Manchus! It's impossible. After all, he is also a Han or a prince. What good can he do if he colludes with the Manchus?"
King Rui thought for a while: "It's not necessarily that he can get any benefits. It's hard to say what his current situation is. King Xiang was executed for treason. Their family has a knife hanging over their heads at any time. They don't know when.
It will fall down and crush the whole family to death."
Mo Feng thought along his words: "Prince Xiang's Mansion is currently weak. If we really want to cut down the empire, the emperor will definitely be the first to attack them. So they are the safest only when the world is in chaos."
King Rui nodded: "With his current strength, even if he really wants to collude with the Manchus, Dorgon may not be able to trust him. So there must be someone among them, and this person's strength makes Dorgon and Zhu
Chang Cheng can trust him, but I’m not sure what his purpose is now.”
Mo Feng's expression also became strange: "Could it be that his purpose is not for the throne at all, nor for the Ming Dynasty?"
King Rui frowned: "I'm thinking of someone...but he..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly covered his heart and lowered his head.
Mo Feng stared at him suspiciously: "We have come a long way, why don't we pretend to be sick? Then Zhu Changcheng can't see it, you..." Mo Feng reached out and grabbed King Rui's wrist: "Let me see
look."
King Rui clenched his hand and pulled it back: "I'm fine, no need to look, go back, it's time to take medicine."
Mo Feng's face turned livid, and he slapped King Rui's hand hard: "Don't move!"
It was rare for Doctor Mo to really lose his temper. King Rui looked at his face and wanted to speak but did not say anything. Anyway, he would have to know about this matter sooner or later, so why not make it clear today.
Mo Feng checked his pulse and suppressed his temper: "Tell me what's going on?"
King Rui took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and handed it to him. Mo Feng frowned and took it, pouring out a small red pill. He raised it and put it under his nose and smelled it.
After looking at it carefully for a few times, he put the medicine back and threw it to King Rui: "It doesn't matter. If you are not afraid of death, you can continue to take it. Patients like you will ask for it if you die."
King Rui nodded: "You are right, you are asking for it if you die." After speaking, he slowly stuffed the medicine back.
The two of them walked quietly all the way until they got off the carriage, but Mo Feng couldn't hold back his anger: "The ancients have long said that you don't need to trust people who trust you. You don't believe me, do you? What if you really don't?
If you trust me, just tell me, I will pack my things and leave, King Rui just hired Gao Ming."
King Rui knew that he was really angry, so he took him for a walk and apologized to Dr. Mo: "How could I not trust you? It is precisely because I know you and trust you that I didn't do this
Let me tell you something. I know your prescription must be the most appropriate, but you also know that my time is really limited. The reason why I didn’t tell you is because I don’t want to put too much pressure on you.”
Mo Feng raised his eyebrows: "Isn't it because you're afraid that I won't let you take the medicine prescribed by that quack doctor?"
King Rui smiled: "Of course I'm afraid. But I only have this time, and I know better that you will still choose to help me in the end, right?"
Mo Feng watched the sunset gradually go down from the top of the mountain: "I really don't understand why you are so persistent about this position. Is there anything more important than your own life?"
King Rui looked far away like him: "I might not care about power and status, but you have to know that I don't live for myself alone. I don't care, but other people who live in me do care, and they care about me.
It must be done for them."
Mo Feng was silent for a long time, and finally he regained his usual expression and tone: "Let's go, it's time to go back and take medicine."