In February in Beijing, the weather is still cold and gloomy.
In the field, some unknown grasses are pushing up hard, sprouting short green shoots.
In the fields, people gradually began to appear.
Some waved their heads and plowed the ground with all their strength. Some carried burdens and began to fertilize the fields.
But in Dongchang Prison, Xiao Chen looked at the small bed with a smile, preparing to perform a "benevolent and righteous" bone-setting "surgery" on the Ming Prince.
Zhu Gaozhi turned his head inward and closed his eyes tightly, waiting for a miracle to appear.
Xiao Chen raised the hammer high and hit Zhu Gaochi's calf muscles with a "bang" sound.
"Hmm, um." A groan came from his mouth, and Zhu Gaochi shifted and twisted in pain.
But he was tied tightly to the small bed, and a wooden wedge was stuffed in his mouth. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't.
The cold sweat on the top of my head was pouring down.
"Oops, I didn't aim. Your fat body affects my judgment too much." Xiao Chen complained and raised the hammer in his hand again.
With a "click" sound, this hammer accurately and completely broke the curved bone of Zhu Gaochi's left ankle.
Zhu Gaochi struggled desperately, and the swaying little bed seemed to be falling apart, making a "creak" sound.
"This won't work." Xiao Chen stretched out his hand and kneaded Zhu Gaochi's broken bone a few times. "Although the bone was broken, the length is still not enough. This bone setting failed."
Although he could not speak, Zhu Gaochi began to greet Xiao Chen's eighteenth generation ancestors in his heart.
Break my bones and then tell me it's not long enough. What have you been doing? Are you deliberately tormenting me?
"Your Highness, how about I help you break the bones of your right foot, and then break them a little shorter, so that when they grow together, the length will be the same?" Xiao Chen asked, patting Zhu Gaochi's trembling back.
Zhu Gaochi regretted it to death now.
Why was my brain cramped, how could I believe this person's words to straighten my bones?
Is this obviously revenge on myself?
But now, the left ankle has been broken, so what's the use of regretting it anymore.
"Your Highness, please tell me, do you agree with my idea? If you agree, I will continue. If you don't agree, then that's it." Xiao Chen's tone seemed a little impatient.
Zhu Gaochi turned his head and shook his head hard to express his wishes.
"Don't agree?" Xiao Chen said, "Since you don't agree, then forget it. I originally thought that if both legs were the same length, I would be able to walk smoothly. Since you don't agree, then just lie down and recover slowly.
However, no matter how long they grow, the difference in the length of these two legs will be even greater, and the undulations will be more obvious."
Hearing what Xiao Chen said, Zhu Gaochi wanted to die.
This bone-setting, the more it is straightened, the more outrageous it becomes, how can I still live?!
Forget it, just do as he said and break the right leg as well.
Facing Xiao Chen, Zhu Gaochi hesitated and nodded vigorously.
"You agree?" Xiao Chen confirmed.
Zhu Gaochi nodded hard.
"Well, if you bear with it a little longer, this bone setting will be over soon." Xiao Chen chuckled and raised the hammer in his hand.
"Bang bang bang", it hit Zhu Gaochi's right ankle again and again.
Waves of heartbreaking pain came, stimulating every nerve in Zhu Gaochi's body. Finally, his eyes widened and he fainted.
Looking at Zhu Gaochi who was motionless, Xiao Chen broke his bones with a "bang" sound.
When it comes to martial arts, Xiao Chen has extremely high attainments and is basically unrivaled in the capital. But when it comes to bone setting, he only knows how to break bones and doesn't know how to rejoin them.
However, this was the emperor after the Ming Dynasty. If his legs were disabled, wouldn't it make people laugh to death?
Feeling the bones of his ankle, Xiao Chen put Zhu Gaochi's bones together, pulled out an old captain's soap uniform from his arms, tore it into strips of cloth, and put it at hand.
Then he slowly took out two plasters, applied them to Zhu Gaochi's ankles, and began to fix his ankles with cloth strips.
This plaster was used by the captain of Dongchang to treat bruises. Xiao Chen didn't know how effective it was, since he had never used it before.
However, since it is a plaster issued above, it should be of some use. Applying it is better than nothing.
Looking at Zhu Gaochi who was unconscious on the bed, and then looking at his "masterpiece", Xiao Chen felt a strong sense of accomplishment in his heart.
Holding the hammer in his hand, he bent down and picked up the purple clothes he threw on the ground, and walked out of the prison with a smile.
After working hard for a long time, it's already late afternoon.
Duan Tianming and Du Shaoqin were sitting on the floor of the stove room, with their backs leaning against the wall, mouths licking their lips, still sleeping soundly.
"Alas, the stamina of this old wine is really strong. The two of them haven't woken up yet." Xiao Chen muttered, threw the purple clothes on the stool next to him, and told the prison lieutenants to pay attention.
Alert, he walked out of the gate and walked straight towards the palace.
After returning from Jiangnan, he failed to return to the palace in time and was reprimanded by the emperor.
Today, such a big thing as the arrest of the prince has almost shocked the entire capital. If the emperor is not restored to his life, he will probably be scolded.
While you have nothing to do now, go and have a chat with Ming Chengzu.
It has to be said that Ming Chengzu was really a hard-working emperor. He was either on military expeditions in person or in the imperial study room reviewing memorials.
Although it is inevitable that people and money will be wasted, the achievements made can be seen by all.
At this moment, Emperor Chengzu of the Ming Dynasty was in the imperial study room looking over the officials' suggestions on the selection of the location for the March military parade. The memorial on this matter was also placed more than a foot high.
Xiao Chen, who was wearing a soap-colored captain's uniform, had already arrived outside the imperial study room.
"Your Majesty, the captain in purple clothes wants to see you." The eunuch on duty at the door softly called into the door.
"Let him come in." Ming Chengzu's calm voice came from inside.
Ever since Xiao Chen came back from Hangzhou, Emperor Chengzu of the Ming Dynasty had issued an order that the captain in purple clothes could come and go freely in the palace and no one could stop him.
Today, although he is dressed in soap clothes, his face is already the face of the King of Hell in the hearts of the entire Imperial City guards, and no one wants to touch that bad luck.
Within the Forbidden Army, including the Jinyi guards guarding various important passes, they have ordered people to make a portrait of Xiao Chen and circulate it internally, for fear of accidentally offending him and causing unnecessary trouble to themselves.
Therefore, there was no obstruction along the way. Only when he reached the entrance of the imperial study room did the eunuch on duty stopped him.
After hearing the emperor's promise, the eunuch on duty slowly opened the door to the imperial study and bowed to the side.
Xiao Chen nodded politely to the eunuch on duty and walked in.
Just as he was about to salute, Ming Chengzu frowned and stopped him: "What are you wearing? Where are you wearing purple clothes?"
Xiao Chen was startled, looked down at the soap clothes on his body, and smiled bitterly: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said that I was not worthy of wearing purple clothes, so he asked me to take them off."
