Liu Ji is old. Apart from the issue of heirs, isn't what the old man cares most about is his posthumous name?
It was fun to watch the silly Jia Cong get himself drunk at first, but after teasing for a while, he was shocked by the little fat man's sudden outburst.
Of course he was not surprised that Jia Cong dared to scold his son in front of him, but he was surprised by the words Jia Cong scolded Liu Wei.
Is the prestige of the one emperor through the ages lacking, and is he in danger of losing his reputation?
The problem is not with himself, but with his youngest son who he has doted on for twenty or thirty years. Of course, there are also other children, grandchildren and ministers.
Liu Ji would not doubt an eight-year-old child's drunken talk. People often say that children talk without restraint and speak the truth after drinking.
The little bastard Jia Cong was already so daring because of his pampering, not to mention that he had asked for the oracle of absolution from him just to beat the fourteenth...
So, what "extraordinary" things did Old Fourteenth, the Zhen family, and those in Jiangnan do to make the little fat man feel so sad and angry for me?
Okay, okay, it seems there are some things I didn't notice!
Liu Wei was very experienced in observing words and expressions. Seeing that the old man's face was getting more and more unhappy, and he was about to explode, he immediately knelt down in front of the Supreme Emperor, hugged his thighs and shouted that he was wronged.
"Father, my son and I have been wronged..."
"How dare you complain that you are wronged? Didn't Li Xunlue send the money he earned from his business to Prince Zhongxin's palace? How dare you accept that money? Don't tell me that you don't know about this. Junfu, Junfu, who is the sage? That is The king and father of hundreds of millions of people in Daxia, you treat the saint’s people as slaves and beasts, you are slapping the saint in the face!”
Jia Cong was obviously drunk. In Liu Ji's eyes, Jia Cong had let go of all the scruples and restraints in his heart. If Yu Linlang hadn't hugged him, the little fat man would have definitely rushed up and rode on Old Fourteenth. Hit him on the body.
I saw Jia Cong being hugged by Yu Linlang, beating the air with his hands and feet, and yelling angrily: "Every tael of those silvers is filled with blood and innocent souls. How can you fucking spend this money and sleep at night?" How dare a person like you even think about the throne? If you ascend the throne, all the people in the world will definitely rise up."
"The throne? Don't have any delusions in your life. Do you know what I did in Jiangnan in the end? That's right, I will lead people to kill all the private soldiers you raised in Jiangnan! As long as the Rongguo Mansion is in one day, you will I'll kill every private soldier, and you still want to be the emperor, just dream!"
"Shut up!"
"Father..."
The more Jia Cong spoke, the more he had no scruples. Although some of his words were a bit rebellious, they fell in Liu Ji's ears. This was the Rongguo Mansion that was loyal to Daxia.
It doesn't matter that Rong Guofu is not loyal to Lao Shi4. As long as the person on the dragon throne is his son, such as the fourth child.
Jia Cong had told him before that the fourth child was his chosen successor. As long as the fourth child was not a mediocre person, the Rongguo Mansion would be loyal to the fourth child.
As for the fourteenth old man...well, forget it, as other children have said, they are not like human beings. How unpopular this is!
Liu Ji no longer has any hope for his little son. Even if a private soldier dares to raise him, he may one day kill his brother and his father.
At this time, the Supreme Emperor was no longer angry. He just gave Liu Yan a cold look and said scornfully: "We even have private soldiers. One day, bring your people to compete with my Habayashi Lang. If you win, What’s the point of giving you the throne?”
Liu Yan was sweating profusely, and when the cold wind blew, his whole body was chilled to the bone.
He shuddered and immediately lay on the ground and kowtowed: "I'm wronged. I've never had any dissent, let alone raised any private soldiers. I don't even know about these things!"
"Yeah?"
Liu Ji sneered: "Just because I don't say something doesn't mean I don't know it! As my son, I'm very happy that you are ambitious, but I don't like your ridiculous behaviors. Remember, this world belongs to me. You cannot steal or rob what I have not given you!”
The wind in Liang Yuan became colder and colder. Liu Wei lay on the ground without even daring to raise his head. The Emperor's last words really frightened him.
The old man's seemingly calm tone was actually murderous.
steaming.
He didn't know when the Supreme Emperor left. Even if the footsteps in his ears gradually faded away, he still didn't dare to raise his head and take a sneak peek.
Until his guard commander came over and helped him up: "My lord, are you okay?"
"gone?"
Liu Yan breathed a long sigh of relief and looked in the direction of Liang Yuan's exit, his eyes gradually becoming colder.
He looked around and saw that the dead leaves were falling and everything was quiet.
Liu Yan was silent for a long time, and then whispered to the commander of the guards: "Send a message to Jinling and Hexi. The wind is blowing!"
Jia Cong's wine was pretty good, and the carriage slowly arrived in front of the Rongguo Mansion. He was still sleeping soundly when Mr. Yu Lin took him out of the car.
When Lang Yulin handed the little fat boy to Jia She, he whispered to him: "The sage said that General Jia has been staying at home and studying hard recently. Don't let him go out."
Jia She was stunned for a moment, then raised his hands to the north: "I obey your decree!"
After he settled Jia Cong, he called the soldiers of the Rongguo Mansion who were following his youngest son to ask about what happened today.
When he learned that Jia Cong had beaten up Liu Bian in front of the Supreme Emperor today, he even wrote an eternal poem and took advantage of being drunk to put eye drops on Liu Bian...
"Is this my seed?"
"General, in the opinion of my subordinates, Mr. Lin's drunken remarks have given Mr. Lin a chance."
Hearing the words of private soldier Jia Qi, Jia She nodded.
"San'er even told about the private soldiers, how could the saint not take action? As long as the saint moves his gaze slightly to the south of the Yangtze River, it will be much easier on the other side of Ruhai. To break the situation, it often only takes an opportunity!"
Jia was pardoned and granted the title of uncle, and the Rongguo Mansion sent messages to every house.
Although the old lady was reluctant, she still personally inquired about the banquet preparations in the mansion, for fear that something might go wrong and lose the face of Rongguo Mansion.
"Old lady, the palace has sent an imperial doctor to treat Mr. Bao."
After finally resting, Jia Mu quickly asked after hearing Yuanyang's report: "Which imperial doctor is it?"
While helping the old lady dress up, Yuanyang replied: "The eldest sir went to the palace this morning and asked your Majesty to invite half of the people from the Imperial Hospital..."
"What?"
The old lady's face was filled with disbelief. Why did the boss have such a big face? And the boss would be so kind and really care about Baoyu so much?
Yuanyang nodded, hesitantly telling what he had learned over and over again.
"There are already rumors in the capital that the eldest master spent half of his food to replace half of the experts from the imperial hospital to treat Second Master Bao. His Majesty even praised the eldest master at the court meeting, saying that the eldest master is worthy of his loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness. Rongguo bloodline."
This time, even the old lady was shocked.
The boss actually used half of the food he had just acquired in exchange for half of the experts from Tai Hospital to treat Baoyu.
This is not a price that can be compared with gold and silver. It is a symbol of glory for martial arts. No wonder the emperor would praise it in front of all the ministers.
There was a faint noise outside the Rongxi Hall. When the old lady packed up and went out, she saw Jia She and his son leading a group of imperial doctors in green robes to the front of the Rongxi Hall.
Although these imperial doctors and imperial doctors are not of high grade, no one dares to look down upon and offend them. The leading doctor, the old lady, also knew him. It was Mr. Li Shiqian who had examined the pulse of himself and Daiyu before.
"I'll meet Mrs. Rongguo!"
All the imperial doctors went to bow before them. The old lady did not dare to be arrogant and returned the favor: "Thank you very much for taking the time to come to diagnose and treat my poor grandson. I would like to thank you in advance."
Li Shiqian, the leader, nodded and said, "Mrs. Madam, you're too polite. Uncle Rongen gave up half of his food and asked for your majesty's order, so that we can leave the palace."
Li Shiqian's words confirmed what Yuanyang said. Jia's mother felt extremely complicated and did not respond for a while.
It was Jia Sheyan who invited all the imperial doctors to enter the Rongxi Hall and directly into the Nuang Pavilion to diagnose and treat Jia Baoyu's pulse.
"Boss...
…”
When Jia Mu came back to her senses, she seemed to be about to say something to her eldest son, but she saw Jia She was staring worriedly at the imperial doctors who were diagnosing the pulse one by one.
Jia She, who turned around after hearing the sound, looked at the old lady with a complicated expression in confusion. Seeing that she had not said anything for a long time, he shook his head and whispered: "Old lady, if you have anything to do, wait until Baoyu has seen the doctor. If it doesn’t work, my son will think of another way. You also said that if you are born with a precious jade, you will have great blessings in the future and there will always be a glimmer of hope."
Huh?
The imperial doctors checked Jia Baoyu's pulse one by one. Most of them checked the pulse, shook their heads, meditated, and finally discussed quietly with their colleagues around them.
Even Li Shiqian was unable to make an accurate judgment, and even the prescriber did not dare to draw conclusions easily.
However, one of the old doctors, who had dark skin and white beard and hair, exclaimed in surprise, frowned, and changed his hand to take the pulse again.
"I seem to have seen similar symptoms somewhere!"
"This is Mr. Yu Chenglang, a man from the 13th branch of the Miao Territory!"
After Mr. Li explained this to Jia She, Jia She knew who this person was.
During the Zhaowu period, there was a case in the palace, involving the palace. It was rumored that someone cursed the holy bow, and it was an imperial doctor from the Miao region who broke the curse. When this incident happened, Jia She was only six or seven years old, and he was involved in the palace. There was almost no useful news from the outer court, and the incident slowly disappeared.
Yu Chenglang took out a golden needle, burned it on the candle, and pricked Baoyu's middle finger.
"ah!"
The sharp exclamation startled everyone in the room. When Jia Mu heard the sound, she glared at the screaming maid, and Yuanyang took her out knowingly.
"Dad, blood is black!"
Jia She put his big hand on Jia Cong's head and nodded solemnly.
He asked in a deep voice: "Mr. Yu, is my nephew poisoned?"
When she heard the word "poisoned", the old lady felt her heart beating very fast and her face turned frighteningly pale. Mrs. Xing quickly supported him and asked him to sit on a chair nearby.
Yu Chenglang shook his head, and nodded again after a moment.
"It's not poisoning, but you can call it poisoning!"
As soon as this sentence came out, except for a few old imperial doctors, the rest were confused.
Yu Chenglang opened the medical box he carried with him, took out several different porcelain bottles, opened them one by one, and poured out various dried insects of different sizes and colors.
"Click!"
Ding ding ding…
After a few crunching sounds, Yu Chenglang pounded the small pile of shriveled insects into powder. After clinking with the small medicine pestle for a while, the colorful insect powder was mixed with water to form a paste.
The knife made a cut on Baoyu's wrist and ankle, and before the old lady could react, the paste insecticide was applied on them.
Then he rummaged through the medicine box again and took out a bamboo cage for raising grasshoppers. However, it was not a grasshopper inside, but a colorful insect.
Yu Chenglang untied Jia Baoyu's clothes and placed the colorful insect that Jia Cong had never seen before on Jia Baoyu's chest.
hiss!
The insect grew bigger visibly to the naked eye, and Jia Cong couldn't help but tremble.
"Uncle Ron En, your nephew was poisoned by someone. Of course, there is nothing wrong with saying he was poisoned. The poison was his poison."
Jia Congnahan spoke up and asked in surprise: "Is there really such a thing as a poison?"
"The art of cultivating gu has a long history. It can be traced back to the time when we were searching for Chi You..."
Yu Chenglang originally wanted to explain, but was interrupted by Jia Baoyu's sudden scream.
With a snap, the big bug originally lying on Baoyu's chest turned into an oversized bug. When Baoyu sat up suddenly, it bounced up and landed right in front of Jia Cong.
"It seems that most of the poison has been cured, and the patient is already feeling pain!"
Yu Chenglang quickly rummaged through the medicine box, and while feeding Baoyu various pills, he said to Jia Cong: "Little Jia Qianhu, please put Caibao into a bamboo cage. It has sucked a lot of poisonous insects." , it will take a long time
to digest it. "
This bug actually has a name!
jackpot? Very apt indeed!
Holding back his nausea, Jia Cong pinched the big insect and put it into the bamboo cage. At this time, Yu Chenglang had completed the treatment, and Baoyu fell asleep again.
Jia She quickly stepped forward and asked Yu Chenglang, who was starting to pack the medical box: "Old Yu, how is my nephew?"
Yu Chenglang smiled slightly and said: "If it's anything else, I really can't do anything about it. But I'm very familiar with this witchcraft and poisonous arts. Don't worry, Uncle Ron, most of the poisonous insects were sucked by Caibao, and the rest are left by me. Take the medicinal powder for three days and it should be able to get rid of everything. But..."
He glanced around the Nuan Pavilion and asked doubtfully: "But I am very curious. There are not many people who know the art of witchcraft and poisons, and there are even fewer people who are so proficient in controlling poisons. My uncle's nephew is How did you get bewitched?"
Jia She was also very confused. His nephew spent most of his time in the Rongguo Mansion. Even when he went out, he was followed by guards. He came in and out of wealthy places. How could he come into contact with the art of witchcraft?
"Old lady, did Baoyu go out before he fell into coma?"
Hearing Jia She's inquiry, Jia Mu turned her attention to the maids who had been following Baoyu.
"You guys, please recall carefully. Did Baoyu go out before he fainted? Did he come into contact with any suspicious people?"
"Ah! I remember this slave..."
As soon as Jia Mu finished speaking, Xiren exclaimed: "Old ancestor, I remembered something, which may be related to the second master's poisoning!"
The attacker rushed to Baoyu's bedside and started rummaging under Baoyu's pillow regardless of everyone's surprise.
After a while, he took out a sachet embroidered with five poisonous insects. He held it up respectfully and explained to the old lady: "The second master went to Dongshi to play a few days ago. When he came back, he told the slave that he met a monk in Dongshi. The second master saw that he was pitiful, so he gave him two taels of silver. The second master said that the monk gave him this sachet. Fairy in the sky..."
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