After a fuss, Li Yuanzheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Congratulations, Your Majesty, Congratulations, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, this method is really effective, and now you have begun to sweat."
Lao Zhu looked at Zhu Su on the couch. He had such a severe fever, but he didn't shed a drop of sweat. At this time, he was sweating all over his head and body, the redness on his face had gone away, and his body no longer twitched.
"When will Lao Wu wake up?"
"This... Your Majesty, it still depends on the fate of His Highness the Fifth Highness." Seeing that Lao Zhu was about to get angry again, Li Yuan hurriedly added: "But with His Highness the Fifth Highness's own secret method of reducing fever, at least there will no longer be as critical a situation as just now. ”
"But you still have to be careful. Someone must be watching over His Highness the Fifth Prince at all times. If you get burned like that just now, even if you are rescued, your brain will be burned out..."
"I will go and prepare another medicine for Your Majesty the Fifth Highness. Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please allow me to leave temporarily..."
After hearing that there was no longer a crisis, Lao Zhu's expression softened slightly. I heard that it might damage my brain, and I immediately became nervous. Queen Ma trembled all over, hugging Zhu Su's limp body tightly and not letting go.
"Lao Wu..." Lao Zhu walked to Zhu Su's bed, with a look of distress, guilt, and doubt on his face. He said in a deep voice: "Lao Wu, you must wake up well."
"I order you... no, let me beg you, never, never wake up safely..."
"Chongba." Queen Ma's hoarse voice sounded. "Chongba, tell me, could this be retribution for us parents who don't believe in Xiao Wu'er..."
"Sister, what are you talking about? Don't think nonsense." Lao Zhu quickly comforted her. It is very likely that his sister will die before him, which makes Lao Zhu extremely afraid that she will hurt her body.
He squeezed out a smile: "Su'er cared about you the most before. If you get hurt by your random thoughts, Su'er will definitely blame us when she wakes up."
"Okay, you should go back to the palace to rest first. Let us watch over Su'er here..."
"No. If Su'er doesn't wake up, I will never leave Su'er." Queen Ma shook her head. Although her voice was hoarse from crying, she was determined.
She gently placed Zhu Su on the pillow, caressed Zhu Su's face, and whispered: "Chongba, I just thought that what happened today is really abnormal. Could it be that the impermanent judge of the underworld noticed that Su'er didn't drink? After Meng Po Tang, that’s why we did those things and wanted Su’er to go back.”
"As parents, we should have guarded him, protected him, and prevented him from getting hurt. But we doubted him, guarded against him, and secretly abandoned him..."
"His little soul, without the protection of us as parents, was just... that those who restrained the soul found an opportunity to take advantage of..."
These words made Lao Zhu's hair stand on end. He stood up: "No! Impossible! Even if there is an evil little devil, how dare he do this to our heirs!"
But in my heart, the more I thought about it, the more afraid I became. My son has Su Hui and claims to be a time traveler. Now it seems that he is definitely not possessed by someone who seizes his body. So even if there really is Naihe Bridge, Meng Po Tang, and Six Paths of Reincarnation, what’s so surprising about it?
Since there really is an underworld, then if such a fish really slips through the net, will the underworld really send a kid to collect the soul of his son?
Thinking of this, Lao Zhu rushed out a few steps, pulled out a long sword from the sword stand in the front hall, and then quickly returned to his wife and children's bed. He pointed his sword into the void and shouted: "Monsters and demons! How dare you hurt my heirs!"
"If you dare to come close, your soul will be driven to pieces!"
All the maids and chamberlains were frightened when they saw that Old Zhu looked like a dream demon. Old Zhu Hu was stunned: "What are you looking at!"
"Go and get the curtain! Surround this place! Don't let the ghosts find you!"
"If any of the others dare to approach, kill them!"
"Bring the lamps and candles! I want this place to be like daytime day and night! Go and tell all the monks and Taoists in Yingtian to come to the palace and pray for the King of Wu!"
"Yes, yes!" All the palace maids and chamberlains went in a hurry. Lao Zhu was still worried and stood in front of the couch with his sword: "Don't worry, sister! We will stay here from now on."
"In ancient times, there were two generals, Wei Chi Gong and Qin Qiong, who frightened the ghosts and gods. Even Zhu Yuanzhang, who has spent his whole life fighting, will not be any worse than the two of them!"
"I will never let those evil spirits have a chance to take advantage of me!"
"Chongba..." Seeing her husband's concern and confusion, Queen Ma had to brace herself to hold him back. "You must not do this... You are the emperor now, and everything in the court cannot be separated from you. How can you keep guarding Su'er?"
"I'll take care of Su'er... You have a lot of affairs in the country, so don't get sick. Biao'er and Ping'er and the others are still counting on you!"
These words made Lao Zhu's heart tremble, and he quickly interrupted: "If you're counting on me, you should be counting on the two of us!"
However, despite this, the couple stayed with Zhu Su all night. Early the next morning, Lao Zhu summoned Mu Ying to guard outside Zhu Su's door. After all, it is better to believe that Mu Ying is young and fighting, and the murderous spirit in his body is also very strong. If there are gods and ghosts, it will be difficult to approach.
After passing through layers of curtains, Lao Zhu walked out of Qianqing Palace, and Zhu Biao and Zhu Chong who were waiting outside the door hurriedly surrounded him. "Dad, fifth brother, is he... okay?"
"It's okay for now..." Lao Zhu looked at Zhu Biao and saw that his eldest son's lips were still pale, but there was worry and concern on his face.
"... Biao'er, you also fell into the water, why are you still here catching wind? The fifth child is fine. We will try our best to protect him." He took Zhu Biao's hand and thought of this eldest son. In history, it is very likely that his life will be short-lived, and he can't help but feel soft in his heart.
After learning from their father that Zhu Su was okay for the time being, brother Zhu Biao finally let go of the heavy stone in his chest. Seeing the second child, third child, and fourth child helping Zhu Biao away, Old Zhu's heart moved, "Fourth child..."
"Dad? Did you call me?" Zhu Di turned around.
"...Nothing, just give your brother a hand." After thinking about it, Lao Zhu waved his hand to him. The palms and backs of the hands were full of flesh, and the fifth child's words had no beginning or end. It was unclear whether the fourth child had really bullied the younger brother in the future.
Let’s wait for Lao Wu to wake up first.
Seeing Zhu Biao ascending the throne, Lao Zhu called to the two tigers behind him: "Er tigers. Go and ask the Ministry of Works to fill up all the puddles and pools in the Prince's Mansion!"
The two tigers were stunned for a moment, filling in the water pool of the Prince's Mansion? Wouldn't this... ruin the feng shui? But then I thought about it, it must be that His Majesty deeply hated the two princes for falling into the water, and hated the whole house. I thought to myself, it's time to let His Majesty get out of this depressed mood. Your Majesty is the Human Emperor, so why should you worry about those feng shui things? Follow the order and leave.
Lao Zhu stared blankly at the Qianqing Palace behind him. He wanted to go back to Zhu Su, but he was afraid that his wife would be worried and he would give up trying to persuade her. I thought about going to Kunning Palace to take a nap, but I was too worried to fall asleep. After thinking about it, I waved to the chamberlain and decided to go to the Jinshen Palace to handle government affairs.
When I arrived at Jinshen Hall, I flipped through a few excerpts and found that they were full of random remarks, and I couldn't even read a single word. Throwing away the paper in his hand: "Come on! Send all these to the cabinet! From now on, the cabinet and the Central Secretary will handle these trivial matters on their own!"
The cabinet has experienced some time, and it is time to share some government affairs.
The accumulated memorials were moved to the cabinet. Lao Zhu sat in the empty Jinshen Hall, and his mind couldn't help but replay what Zhu Su had just said: "Sister and Biao'er... what happened? It's Lao Wu's." Which nephew committed the evil act of killing my uncle?"
"Is the 'fourth' mentioned by the fifth child Di'er? And what on earth did Zhu Qizhen do..."
As I was chewing in my heart, a message from a chamberlain sounded outside: "Your Majesty, the Ministry of Rites has sent you the list of 'Emperors of the Emperor and Ming Dynasties' that you ordered before, and I came here to ask for correction."
"Oh?" Lao Zhu was stunned and suddenly remembered that after learning that Biao'er would have an heir that day, on a whim, he asked the Ministry of Rites to draw up a list of the descendants of the Zhu family in advance.
The intention was for all descendants of the Zhu family, except the eldest grandson Zhu Xiongying, to be named according to the characters he had planned, for the sake of eternal good fortune.
"Bring it in!" Lao Zhu ordered. Zuo Zuo's own mind was very confused at this time, and he just wanted to see if the name chosen by the Ministry of Rites was appropriate, so he wanted to change his mind...
