Zhao Guangyuan's mind was buzzing.
What did he hear? What did Cao Cuo just say to him?
"What did you say?" Zhao Guangyuan stared at Cao Cuo with disbelief, fearing that he would miss the expression on his face.
Cao Cuo couldn't help but shed tears again. Your Highness! His poor highness.
"Perhaps this slave heard wrongly. It's the evil-hearted man who is spreading nonsense."
Zhao Guangyuan didn't listen. "What did you just say?" he asked again.
"Your Highness," Cao Cuo knelt down in front of him, bursting into tears, "Your Highness, I will find a doctor for Your Highness right now. Find the best doctor in Daqi to treat Your Highness!"
Zhao Guangyuan watched him staggering out with absent-minded eyes.
He once wanted to reunite with his mother and the prince's brother, but they left him alone in the world, leaving him alone and miserable, and he was tired of living.
Those palace men mixed poison into his wine and wanted to kill him. He knew it clearly, but he still drank it calmly.
If you die, you will die. If you die, you can see your mother.
But he didn't die.
He wanted to live a good life before death, but why should he hear the news now.
It doesn't matter if I want to kill him, I have to cut the roots and cut off his heirs!
Hahaha... I want to exterminate his heir!
It's great, you have to be a good watcher, and you have to set up a chastity memorial at the same time.
Back then, when everyone was killed, the blood would not be purified for a long time, and the blood would not be exhausted for months. Afraid of being reviled by the world, Zhao Guangyuan was left to live. But secretly cut off his heirs?
Hahaha...so good.
Zhao Guangyuan fell down laughing in the hall, laughing until tears flowed down his face.
Until Cao Cuo came with several doctors.
Zhao Guangyuan was numb and hopeful, and stretched out his hand to let the doctor take his pulse.
Although he looked indifferent, all the doctors who came felt oppressed and frightened, and no one dared to look at him.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Highness... His Majesty is in good health and has nothing wrong with him..." None of the doctors who came here dared to tell the truth.
Only one old doctor responded honestly: "Your Highness has kidney yin deficiency, lower body is weak and cold, and his body is depressed. He has also drank too much in recent years, and I am afraid that his heirs will be in trouble."
Cao Cuo picked at the words and asked with hope, "Is it just difficult?"
Didn't you die of heirs?
The old doctor glanced at him, then looked at His Highness Seventh Prince, and sighed secretly.
"The old man is not good at learning, and I am afraid that I will delay His Highness. Why don't Your Highness send someone to the capital to ask for famous doctors. There are also extraordinary doctors in the countryside. Your Highness can send someone to look for them."
These words undoubtedly determined that Zhao Guangyuan's heirs were in difficulty, and they just had to put the word "exterior" on his face.
Cao Cuo didn't want to accept it: "Doctor, please take a closer look."
The old doctor shook his head: "I'm not good at learning. If Your Highness doesn't give up, I can prescribe some medicine. Even if there is no benefit, I can still strengthen my body."
Zhao Guangyuan said expressionlessly: "Send the old doctor out. Prepare a generous consultation fee."
Cao Cuo had no choice but to answer.
After sending the old doctor back, he looked like he was mourning for his heir, "Your Highness, I will send someone to quietly go to the capital to find a famous doctor. They must have made a mistake in the diagnosis. This country doctor is not as good as the famous doctor in the capital."
Zhao Guangyuan's face was dark, as if a violent storm was coming.
"No need, let them look for it in a big way."
Cao Cuo opened his mouth. If he searches for it in a big way and makes it known to everyone, and the result is the same as today, then what hope does your highness have?
The emperor will also completely give up on this legitimate son.
But looking at His Highness like this, Cao Cuo felt distressed. This was His Highness whom he had seen growing up. He thought he would die of old age in the Imperial Manor, but he did not expect to see His Highness again.
As long as His Highness lives, he will live. He listens to His Highness.
Zhao Guangyuan sat alone in the main hall, not even changing his body shape.
The afterglow of the setting sun shrouded him completely through the window lattice of the main hall, as if he was covered with holy light, and as if he was about to dissipate with the light.
After looking at His Highness like this for a long time, I don't know why, but my chest feels swollen and stuffy, which is uncomfortable.
"Your Highness, aren't you going to find your sister?" Changzhi approached him softly and asked cautiously.
Zhao Guangyuan mechanically twisted his neck to look at him, and after a while he said: "You go home first today. I'll send someone to pick you up before coming back."
He hesitated for so long that he refused to leave.
He finally waited until the sun went down. He wanted to see Sister Lin. He wanted to know if Sister Lin was Changzhi's mother.
But looking at His Highness like this, he dug his little feet into the floor tiles of the main hall. After a while, he nodded: "Yes, I will wait for you, Your Highness."
He turned back three times, but His Highness still sat there with his head lowered and did not call him.
In the end, he pouted and left.
He didn't know what was wrong with His Highness. Apparently more than a dozen people came, and His Highness was now being served, but he was not happy.
Lin Qiushan and Geng both thought that Changzhi would not come back tonight, so they hoped that Changzhi would bring good news. But when he grew up, he was sent back.
"Chang Zhi? Why are you back?"
"Your Highness has something to do." Zhang Zhi only said in a dull tone.
His Highness was unhappy, but His Highness did not tell Chang Zhi.
Dongxue and the others didn't know what was going on, so they were happy to see Changzhi, "Brother Changzhi, come on, let's go see the goldfish!"
The pairs of goldfish are kept in transparent tanks. You don't need to look in, you can see them from a distance.
A few of them pulled the turtle to see the goldfish and the turtle, "The turtle is so lazy that it won't budge even if you poke it. It's also greedy. It eats meat, vegetables, grass and roots. It eats everything. It's so greedy!"
Dongxue and Hele's words to each other made the depressed mood of not being able to see my sister feel better again.
When Geng and Lin Qiushan saw several children gathered around them, they knew they were in a hurry, so they had to suppress their thoughts.
Geng told Lin Qiushan: "You've grown up and said that Miss Lin's chopsticks are not easy to use. Please grind a few pairs of chopsticks and give them to Miss Lin. Then make some hairpins."
Mr. Geng really couldn't imagine that everything about Miss Lin's place was so good that everything she took out shocked them, but why did the chopsticks have burrs?
He even said that there were no big trees there, and there were tall houses everywhere. Is it because there were too few trees there? Or are there missing folk craftsmen?
Lin Qiushan responded while looking for suitable wood.
In fact, Lin Qiushan's carpentry skills were only average. He also had another skill that few outsiders knew about.
That is, the craft of making gold and silverware.
If he hadn't been a mausoleum owner, he would have been chased by merchants outside to worship him just because of his craftsmanship. It's just that he is in the imperial mausoleum and as a mausoleum householder, he doesn't want to take the lead.
He once wanted to pass on his skills to his second son so that he could be good at eating outside, but Lin Jing'an was not that kind of material. Lin Qiushan had no choice but to give up.
Lin Qiushan's gold and silverware making skills have gradually become known to people in nearby Ling Village over the years.
Usually if the gold and silver items in Linghu's house were damaged, he would be asked to help repair them. Or if you have children getting married, or if you want to make zhang or tiles, you will also ask him to make utensils. If the gold or silverware is old, he will be asked to help fry it.
Over the years, Lin Qiushan had saved some money by taking on the odd jobs from the mausoleum households.
In fact, the tomb households don't usually go outside the mountains. They live a self-sufficient life in the mountains, and each family has more or less their own crafts.
The Lin family became famous among the mausoleums for their woodworking and gold and silver craftsmanship.
Lin Qiu Shan was thinking about what to give to Miss Lin. It would be too shabby to only give Miss Lin a few pairs of chopsticks.
Then he got up and went back to the house to rummage through the boxes...
