[Comprehensive] The five elements are short of money

Chapter 128

Zhuge'an rushed into the palace, Liu Min almost crawled out to meet him, probably because the emperor had been sick too many times, everyone treated him like a wolf, there were no other important people, only the imperial doctor was there to check the pulse.

Liu Min did not shy away from letting Zhuge Anren sit on Zhezong's bedside, and the imperial physician tactfully stepped aside.The members of Zhuge's family are versatile and know everything about astronomy and geography, including medicine.In the world of martial arts, people who practice martial arts take advantage of it. Normally speaking, there are specialties in the art industry, and doctors who can work in Taiyuan Hospital are naturally leaders in the industry, but who makes Zhuge An have internal strength and time bonuses?He can always accurately find out the cause of the disease, and he can also use internal force to give first aid. The Tai Hospital, who has often dealt with him, already knows that Zhuge An's people are of a high standard.

Zhezong's condition was obviously a symptom of extreme anger and liver injury, Zhuge An said angrily: "Who made His Majesty angry?"

"It's okay, the official just said why you didn't ask to see him, and then he vomited blood and passed out." Liu Min naturally wouldn't say that the official thought that Zhuge Anren wanted to draw a line with him, so he fell ill in a fit of anger.

"What's the use of you!" Zhuge'an yelled angrily, and unbuttoned the official's collar, cuffs, and front so that he could breathe freely, then sat cross-legged on the dragon bed, and began to channel his internal energy.This time it wasn't the small fights like before. The official's body was a leaky wooden barrel, and the hole was getting bigger and bigger.

When Zhao Ji came over, Zhuge'an was treating the official's wounds, and layers of water had already appeared on his forehead. Beads of sweat flowed down his cheeks, slipped over his chin, and dripped into his collar.It was clearly winter, but Zhuge'an was so hot that his whole body was smoking. Zhao Ji seemed to see his hair turning gray.

Liu Min greeted the new crown prince softly. Zhao Ji had already become the crown prince, but he didn't eagerly hope for his brother's death.

After a long time, Zhuge Anren put down the emperor and said to Liu Min: "Please, Lord Zhuge." The people in Zizaimen are carefree and carefree, using softness to overcome rigidity, the emperor's current illness requires gentle internal strength.

Liu Min ran and crawled to ask Zhuge to let me enter the palace, Zhao Ji hesitated and said to Zhuge An: "General Zhuge, your hair..."

Zhuge'an took a look, and it turned out to be gray, black mixed with this white, which looked dirty and ugly.Zhuge An didn't care and said: "It's okay, it's just a loss of energy and blood, and it will be made up after a few meals."

Zhao Ji is not so optimistic. The head is the essence of a person, and the hair is the expression of vitality and blood. Hair is a sign of the length and quality of life.

Zhuge Zheng and I entered the palace soon, and with Prince Zhao Ji sitting in charge, there was no panic in the palace.Zhao Ji presided over the consultation of Zhezong's condition, and Zhuge Zheng also routinely diagnosed his pulse and reported his condition after I came.

"Does Zhuge Shenhou have a magic formula?" Zhao Ji asked.

"I'm ashamed, but I'm just learning medical skills, not as proficient as the national players in the Taiyuan Hospital." Zhuge Zhengwo said modestly.

"Then all the imperial physicians, tell Gu about the condition of the emperor's brother." Zhao Ji turned his head and asked again.

The imperial doctor looked at me and I looked at you, and finally elected a representative, saying: "The official's body is already exhausted! I am incompetent, please forgive the official." The imperial doctor slipped to his knees. land.

"Is there no way? We must survive the New Year." Zhuge Anren frowned and said, Zhezong was so anxious to establish the crown prince Zhao Ji, there may not be no reason why his body could not support him.

No one spoke, Zhuge Anren could only continue to send internal energy into Zhezong's body gently, and the speed of his input could not keep up with the speed of Zhezong's loss.

"I know that you have tried your best. The head of the hospital is here to take care of you. Shenhou should go back first, and someone will inform the queen mother and sister-in-law." He anxiously arranged.

"Your Majesty, please stay behind, and please His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Zhuge'an clasped his fists and said.

"Yes." Zhao Ji nodded.Then, Zhuge Anren saw Zhuge Zhengwo winking at himself, and said again: "I send my brother out of the palace."

Zhuge Zheng and I were in a thread, and whispered: "Your hair is already gray, even if you give all your internal energy to the officials, he will not be able to survive the first month. There are 20 Zhenbei troops waiting for you at the border. It is up to you to decide which is more important." Zhuge'an watched him go away, but did not express his opinion.

Zhuge An turned back to the sleeping hall and asked the head of the courtyard: "Can Your Majesty wake up?"

"Forgive me, General!" The head of the courtyard tremblingly cupped his hands.

Zhuge Anren was pacing in the bedroom, Zhao Ji was called by the queen mother to the harem, and Zhuge Anren was honored in the bedroom.Zhuge'an looked at the snow falling outside the window, thinking that they met on such a snowy day.Forget it, if Zhe Zong just fell asleep in a dream without an explanation, Zhuge Anren would really not be reconciled, so what if he was presumptuous for a while, so far, he has made money.

Zhuge Anren helped Zhezong up, a lot of internal energy poured into his meridians.Just now Zhuge Anren didn't dare to mobilize a lot of internal energy, because his fierce internal energy would wash away Zhezong's fragile meridians.It's different now, Zhuge Anren instilled all his internal energy into Zhezong's body, just like the legendary "master imparting kung fu", instead he can hang Zhezong's energy.

Zhuge Anren's internal energy was pouring out continuously, Zhe Zong's face began to rosy, and after teaching the exercises, there were no major symptoms such as vomiting blood, and Zhuge Anren even felt that his body was still strong.That's right, he has been an ordinary person who doesn't understand martial arts in two lifetimes, and he has never seen anyone who is dying.

Zhe Zong slowly opened his eyes, feeling as if the boulder that weighed heavily on his chest in the past had been moved away, and the first person he saw when he opened his eyes was Zhuge Anren who had been waiting for a long time. asked in a low voice, "Your hair..."

Zhuge'an pulled it over and saw that his hair was all white.Hey, I've only heard of a night of white hair hurt by love before, so it turns out that there are really people like this, and I have learned a lot.Zhuge'an said with a hearty smile: "It's just a change of color. The minister is a martial arts practitioner, but he will be raised in three to five days. If the officials don't like it, the minister will be dyed."

"Sure enough, it's a stupid piece of wood." Zhezong's nose turned red.

"The Empress Dowager is here, the Empress Dowager is here, Your Highness the Prince is here..." There was a chants outside the door, the empress and the prince supported the empress dowager to come in, they were startled by Zhuge'an's white hair.

Zhe Zong half-lyed on Zhuge Anren's body, and said weakly: "I'm fine, please trouble the empress, queen, and brother to run."

"The official family..."

"I'm very tired, let's take a rest first." Zhe Zong interrupted what the Empress Dowager wanted to say with two coughs, and fell on Zhuge Anren neatly.

The Empress Dowager looked at them back and forth, and the imperial physician made it very clear that the emperor's body could not be saved even by the Immortal Da Luo.Anyway, the prince has been established, even if the emperor gets better, there is no reason to abolish it without reason.

The queen mother winked at the imperial physician, obeyed the emperor's wishes, and retreated slowly. Only Zhao Ji kept paying attention to Zhuge Anren's white hair.

"Now the officials can tell me why?" Zhuge Anren put Zhezong back on the bed and put a soft cushion on his back.

"The power of the crown prince has been achieved. I am dying of illness and unable to recover. Instead of stubbornly resisting, it is better to let go. I have appointed you as a privy envoy. If he wants to win you, he can only pay a higher price. You can afford it." It's all right to be crowned king." Zhe Zong said out of breath.

"Officials will make problems for ministers. Have the officials forgotten the ancestral precepts?" There were only two ancestral precepts in the Song Dynasty. On the surface, one was not to kill scholar-bureaucrats, but what they did secretly was to restrain generals.Song Dynasty raised troops from military generals and conspired to conquer the world.In order to prevent military generals from imitating them, and to reverse the unhealthy trend of measuring social status by force in the late Tang Dynasty, Song Dynasty began to advocate another kind of beauty, the beauty of literati.What Zhezong is doing now is breaking the rules of his ancestors.If the people of Zhuge An accidentally turned against him again, Zhezong would be the sinner of the Zhao family dynasty through the ages.

If the illness can't get better, use Jiangshan to make your sweetheart happy.Zhezong, who was suffering from illness, often had crazy thoughts about Zhezong, but he knew better that he would be a shackle to Zhuge'an people, restraining him from rebelling against Song Dynasty.

Seeing Zhezong distracted, Zhuge Anren sighed and said: "The officials take good care of your body, don't you feel much more relaxed? This is the call for your condition to improve."

Zhe Zong nodded meekly. He looked at Zhuge Anren with white hair all over his head. He didn't know martial arts, but in order to have a common topic with him, he also read martial arts secret books. With such a large amount of internal energy hanging on his life, he really didn't have much time.Zhezong pretended not to know, and asked Zhuge'an to go back and rest quickly, where the guards in the palace had a good rest.

Zhuge'an obediently said his farewell, and left the palace until evening, and there was no one in the cold street.After walking two steps, he suddenly realized that someone was looking at him, and Zhuge An yelled sternly, "Who? Get out!" The guarding soldiers also drew their weapons and began to be vigilant.

Zhuge was walking out from the shadow of the corner of the wall, he felt his pulse with his hand, and cursed, "Idiot! I knew it."

Zhuge Anren stubbornly withdrew his hand, not caring.Others looked at him as if he had paid a lot, but Zhuge An knew that he was not stingy with martial arts, and he didn't even cherish life. He had already lived four times. really die.It is not a big deal for him to have gray hair and lose his martial arts.

"So what if you let His Majesty delay until the first month, sooner or later..."

Zhuge An flung his sleeves and got into the sedan chair. This was specially prepared by the emperor for him, fearing that he would not even have the strength to ride a horse.It's always like this, he and Zhuge Zhengwo always take diametrically opposite actions on the same occasion.When it was time to be weak, Zhuge'an was as stubborn as a bull, so he didn't go back to the border. tone.