In a bustling market, there are a lot of people, and when the sun rises, it is always accompanied by scorching heat, which makes the earth white, and the hot steam hits your face, making people breathless.
The main door is closed, but two stone lions squat at the door, both of them seem to be impatient of the scorching summer, staring at passers-by with their mouths open.
Only the east and west corner gates had people coming in and out, and at this moment, an ox cart hurriedly came and finally stopped at the gate of Huaifenghou Mansion. Several riders who were guarding the cart got off their horses, and one of them came towards the gate.
You can tell by looking at the attire that they are palace soldiers, and those who have palace soldiers in the capital are all princes and even princes and grandsons. As soon as the gatekeeper of Huaifeng Hou Mansion saw it, he immediately squeezed out a smile on his face and rushed out in a hurry.
, bowed and apologized: "This is the Marquis of Huaifeng's Mansion, may I ask which Xunfu?"
"My king is here to visit Mr. Fang Zhen!" Several soldiers from the palace stood with their swords pressed, and they escorted one person out of the car. The soldiers who came forward had already stated their intentions.
Acting king?
The doorman only glanced at it, and hurriedly turned over and knelt down, kowtowing: "This villain is really blind, I will open the door immediately, go in and report... report..."
After a pause, he spoke clearly: "...I would like to inform my Lord Marquis to open the middle door to welcome the king!"
"No need, get up!" The guard of the acting prince's palace nodded and said: "The prince has said that if you don't like this false courtesy, you don't need to report it, just open the door and open the door without bothering the marquis. My prince can go directly to see Young Master Fang!"
This was against the rules. The doorman murmured and wanted to speak. He looked at the soldiers and saw that they were all pressing their swords, as if they were barging in if they were not allowed. However, he still did not dare to stop him and opened the door.
Su Ziji said nothing and went in surrounded by several soldiers. When he saw a young boy running over quickly, he knew that he had been ordered to deliver a message to Marquis Huaifeng.
Somehow, an imperceptible sneer flashed across Su Ziji's lips.
This is normal. In the Duke's Mansion, under normal circumstances, even if the prince is coming, he must notify him. Fang Zhen's personal servant may come to ask for help in person. This is by no means a trivial matter.
Besides, Fang Zhen had been living in another courtyard before, but recently he moved back to Huaifenghou Mansion. Was it because he had anticipated some trouble?
Is returning to Huaifenghou Mansion just a way to protect yourself?
Unfortunately, things have reached the point where I have to ask for help now.
Su Ziji walked in as if there was no one around, stepped onto the corridor, and walked along. One thing came to his mind, that is, what happened to Fang Zhen...could it also be related to him?
"Fang Zhen is not a person who likes to owe favors. He also knows that asking me for help is tantamount to leaning towards me. For a person who was once the emperor's sword, Fang Zhen will not do this unless he has no choice but to do so."
"Even if your life is in danger, if you ask for help, I will definitely help? Or is this matter already involving me?"
Thinking of his recent contacts with cabinet ministers, all of these old foxes had become more and more silent. Su Ziji had a premonition that the old emperor's health might have deteriorated to a certain extent.
As a high-ranking person who killed his relatives to extend his lifespan, it is not surprising that the old emperor would do anything now that his lifespan is about to end.
I had several prophetic dreams one after another. Although they did not involve too many people, the events surrounding Prince Dai's Mansion alone were enough to predict what kind of bloody chaos the future would bring.
"Are you going to transfer Zeng Nianzhen here?"
Su Ziji had had this idea for a long time, but it was different from the script of the novel. The capital was the center of imperial power, and strict monitoring was essential. It was just a matter of counting a dozen people. Hundreds of strong warriors of unknown origin would be difficult to escape.
monitor.
"Even if I use my ability to represent the palace, I can only guarantee seven days."
"You cannot transfer in unless absolutely necessary."
Huaifenghou Mansion·Inner Courtyard
Marquis Huaifeng had not slept all night. He was sitting in his study at this moment, with the sunlight pouring in from the window. He was depressed, with big bags under his eyes, and he had no energy. Even if he didn't say it, others could see that he was worried and worried.
exhausted.
The haggard look on his face was one thing, but the constant tearing in his heart made him restless, as if there were nails under his butt, neither sitting nor sitting down.
"Master Marquis, you haven't slept all night, and you can't eat anything. You don't even want to drink this. I'm afraid your body won't be able to hold on anymore." The personal steward, who was over fifty years old, sighed and persuaded in a low voice.
Marquis Huaifeng looked haggard and depressed. He looked at the ginseng porridge that was brought to him and didn't even want to touch it. There was a fire in his chest that made him unable to eat, let alone fall asleep.
How can I sleep while being torn apart?
"Fang Zhong, ask Doctor Huang to come over for me." Marquis Huaifeng was silent for a while and then said suddenly.
The steward could only respond and go out to ask for help.
After a while, the study door was opened again, and an old man came in behind the steward Fang Zhong. His eyes were bright and clear. He looked like he was only fifty years old, but he was actually over sixty years old, which showed that he was well maintained.
As soon as Doctor Huang came in, he saluted Marquis Huaifeng: "Huang Yu has met the Marquis."
"Doctor Huang, I have a medical question to ask you, and I hope you will answer it truthfully." Marquis Huaifeng said, "This is very important, and there must be no mistakes or omissions."
"Reply to the Marquis!" Huang Yu bowed slightly and replied loudly: "Although I am not a member of the family, my late father became associated with the Marquis family. Now I have served the family for many years. I dare not talk about other medical matters.
, I have something to say, and I will definitely not deceive you. Please rest assured, Lord Marquis!"
Huaifenghou stared at Huang Yu and nodded: "I can trust you."
He wanted to speak, but didn't say anything. He moved his body and paced with his hands behind his back. After a long time, he turned around and asked, "I want to ask, is my son Fang Zhen's leg... really not going to get better?"
When Marquis Huaifeng asked this question, his voice was slightly trembling, and his eyes were locked on Huang Yu.
This is what I was asking.
Huang Yu runs the medicine hall himself, but he is actually the dedicated doctor in the mansion. After hearing this, he immediately understood.
There is no noble person in the world who has bad appearance. The eldest son Fang Zhen, whether his legs can recover or not is related to his destiny.
Huang Yu was naturally inclined towards the eldest son, but the reality could not be changed. He hesitated for a moment, and finally said truthfully: "Master Hou, I am a famous doctor in the capital. I dare not say that I am the best in the world, but in the capital, it is not what my ancestors taught me back then.
Even the imperial doctor can do it, and others are not much better than the villain. The villain dare not say that others cannot cure the eldest son, but the villain is indeed powerless to cure the eldest son’s leg injury..."
The words were wordy, but the meaning couldn't be more clear.
Marquis Huaifeng's body trembled, and he seemed to have aged a few years. When the steward Fang Zhong saw him, he immediately looked worried, but it was not easy to persuade him in front of outsiders.
After a moment, Marquis Huaifeng spoke again, with a hint of dejection in his voice: "I understand."
Then he told the steward Fang Zhong: "Fang Zhong, go to the accounting room and get ten taels of silver. This is for Doctor Huang. By the way...send Doctor Huang out."
"Yes, Lord Marquis." Fang Zhong, the steward, looked defeated and said to Huang Yu: "Doctor Huang, please invite me."