My father Zhu Gaoxu

Chapter 6 People with long faces live longer?

Zhu Zhanhe was assigned to the wing room at the back of the abode, but he didn't sleep well that night, mainly because he chose the bed, he just got used to the bed at the palace, and now he has to get used to it again.

After tossing and tossing until midnight, Zhu Zhanhe managed to fall asleep. When he woke up in the morning, his mind was still a little groggy. After a brief wash, he felt better.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

Someone knocked on the door outside, Zhu Zhanhe opened it, and a young monk stood outside the door holding a food box.

"Breakfast is ready, the young master told me to come over after breakfast."

The young monk saluted Zhu Zhanhe, his name was Hui Hai, he was usually responsible for taking care of Yao Guangxiao's food and daily life, and he also arranged accommodation for Zhu Zhanhe yesterday.

"It's work!"

Zhu Zhanhe yawned and asked the other party to come in.

Hui Hai took out the meals in the food box. The breakfast was very simple, a bowl of thick porridge, a plate of green vegetables and a plate of tofu.

"Eat these again?"

Zhu Zhanhe couldn't help frowning when he saw the breakfast without oil and water, he remembered that's what he ate last night.

"The young master has specially ordered that your three meals should follow his standards, so you can eat whatever the young master eats."

Hui Hai smiled apologetically.

"You just give this to the young master, no wonder he is so skinny!"

Zhu Zhanhe muttered in dissatisfaction, these days he was eating delicacies every day in the palace, and there were eight beautiful maids waiting in front of him when eating, so he didn't need to do anything at all, he only needed to move his mouth, even as long as he was willing, even his mouth You don't even have to move yourself.

Of course, as a thoughtful, educated, moral, and disciplined successor to socialism, Zhu Zhanhe couldn't get used to this decadent way of life of feudal aristocrats.

However, if you want to defeat the enemy, you must first understand the enemy, so Zhu Zhanhe decided to experience it deeply with a critical attitude.In this way, after traveling back in the next life, the ugly face of the feudal nobles can be exposed to the world more deeply.

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In the Buddhist hall of Jingshe, Yao Guangxiao picked up the boiling water on the stove and poured it into the teacup. The lumps of tea leaves in the cup slowly unfolded in the boiling water, and the dense steam carried a faint tea fragrance.

Yuan Zhongche, who was on the opposite side of the tea table, bowed his head in deep thought. Yesterday he wanted to see Zhu Zhanhe, but it was too late, so he stayed here overnight.

"Young master, the more I think about it, the more confused I become. Since the son has lost his soul, how does he know that the relic is made by firing at high temperature?"

Yuan Zhongche suddenly raised his head to look at Yao Guangxiao and asked.

"I can't figure it out either, and I found that his personality has changed a lot before and after. If he didn't have the same long face, I'm afraid I would have wondered if he had changed."

Yao Guangxiao shook his head.

"That's weird, could it be that it's really a collision with evil?"

Yuan Zhongche murmured to himself doubtfully as he stroked his beard.

"I thought about it carefully last night, and found out that it's not really important whether or not I ran into evil. What's important is how will Zhu Zhanhe's temperament change affect the current situation?"

Yao Guangxiao brought a cup of tea to Yuan Zhongche, took a sip himself and said.

"The identity of the son of the King of Han is indeed very special. The King of Han also loves his son very much, but he is only 15 years old. No matter how big the change is, it probably won't have much impact on the situation, right?"

Yuan Zhongche thought for a while before answering.

"The former son of the King of Han was just a dandy, not worth mentioning, but now the son is smart, eloquent, erudite, and even I feel no worse than the grandson!"

Yao Guangxiao also showed a dignified expression at the end.

The so-called "sacred grandson" refers to Zhu Zhanji, the son of the prince Zhu Gaochi, who was later Ming Xuanzong.

When Zhu Di was still hesitating whether to rebel, suddenly one day he dreamed of his father Zhu Yuanzhang and gave him a big gui. As a result, Zhu Zhanji was born the next day, which finally strengthened Zhu Di's determination to rebel.

Zhu Zhanji was smart and studious since he was a child, and he was deeply loved by Zhu Di. He took him to his side to raise him personally. Whether he was patrolling Beijing or sending troops to Mobei, Zhu Zhanji always followed him.

Even Zhu Gaochi was able to be established as the prince because of Xie Jin's "good grandson" that made Zhu Di make up his mind. Of course, Xie Jin also offended Zhu Gaoxu because of this sentence, and finally died tragically in prison.

"Just burning out the relics does not mean that the son is knowledgeable, maybe he learned about it by accident."

Yuan Zhongche did not agree with Yao Guangxiao's judgment.

"No, yesterday I have been observing the son's words and deeds. Although it was not long, I can feel that the secret of Relic seems to be nothing to him. There must be more secrets in him... "

Before Yao Guangxiao finished speaking, a monk suddenly stepped in and whispered something in his ear.

Seeing Yao Guangxiao's face change, he immediately ordered: "Hurry up and bring it in!"

The monk agreed and walked out immediately.

Yuan Zhongche was curious, but he knew that Yao Guangxiao had a lot of government affairs, and some things were inconvenient for outsiders to know, so he also wanted to get up and avoid it.

But Yao Guangxiao stopped Yuan Zhongche and said, "Jingsi, you don't have to avoid it, I need your help later!"

Yuan Zhongche sat down again after hearing the words, and became more curious in his heart.

Soon there was a sound of messy footsteps outside, and then several sergeants came in carrying a soft sedan chair. On the sedan chair lay a burly man with a strangely long face and a very strange appearance.

When Yuan Zhongche saw the person coming, he also widened his eyes in surprise and said, "Commander Xu! He didn't die?"

The person who came was Xu Yelu. The confrontation between the two armies a few days ago caused storms all over the city. Everyone knew that Xu Yelu was shot by Zhu Gaoxu, so Yuan Zhongche thought he was already dead.

"Not dead, but probably not far from death!"

Yao Guangxiao sighed and interjected, and then stepped forward to feel the pulse of Xu Yelu himself.

Only then did Yuan Zhongche realize that Xu Yelu's face was flushed, his lips were pale, and his breathing was very heavy. He seemed to have a high fever, his eyes were closed tightly and he fell into a coma, with a strong smell of medicine and blood on his body.

Yao Guangxiao gave Xu Yelu his pulse, and then he lifted the blanket on his body, and a smell of medicine with a bit of rancid smell came out immediately.

Only then did Yuan Zhongche see that there was a hideous wound under Xu Yelu's armpit. Although the wound was covered with medicine, the surrounding area of ​​the wound was already black, and black and purple pus and blood flowed out from time to time.

"Swollen wounds, close to death!"

Yuan Zhongche also sighed when he saw Xu Yelu's injury.

The so-called sores are actually wound infections of later generations. In this era, there are no anti-inflammatory drugs and poor sanitation, so the mortality rate of wound infections is extremely high. For example, after a battle, most soldiers did not die on the battlefield, but died in the Infection after injury.

"Speaking of which, the crown prince saved his life, otherwise he would have died at the hands of King Han that day."

Yao Guangxiao examined the wound carefully, then frowned.

"Why do you say that?"

Yuan Zhongche was puzzled.

"The king of Han has a habit. Whenever he stabs an enemy with a long spear, he will spin the spear in a circle. In this way, a minor injury becomes a serious injury, and he dies on the spot. However, Commander Xu's wound did not show any signs of rotation. Presumably, the prince woke up. , the King of Han didn’t have time to spin his gun.”

Pointing to the wound, Yao Guangxiao explained that he had watched Zhu Gaoxu grow up, so of course he knew his habits very well.

"But even so, Commander Xu is still seriously injured."

Yuan Zhongche sighed again, although he and Xu Yelu didn't have any friendship, they were both old people in Yanwang's mansion, and they knew each other very well. Unexpectedly, Xu Yelu didn't die on the battlefield of Jingnan, but died under the hands of the King of Han.

"That's right, the crown prince sent the best imperial doctor to command Xu to diagnose and treat him. There was no problem with the medication, but the wound was still swollen and sore, and the high fever persisted. The crown prince sent him to the temple, but I have no good way to deal with it." , I can only do my best and obey the destiny!"

Yao Guangxiao also shook his head at this time, and ordered someone to fetch a silver knife, then cut open Xu Yelu's wound, released the pus and blood inside, and dug out the carrion inside.

The severe pain caused by the flesh removal made Xu Yelu groan a few times, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Young Master, Yuan... Yuan Sicheng, am I still alive?"

Xu Yelu stared blankly for a long time before recognizing Yao Guangxiao and the other two.

"Don't worry, I have cleaned the wound for you, as long as you apply the medicine again, it will recover in a short time."

Yao Guangxiao smiled and told a white lie.

Hearing Yao Guangxiao's answer, Xu Yelu's expression brightened, and his eyes became brighter.

Then Xu Yelu looked at Yuan Zhongche next to him, took a few breaths, and said again: "Yuan Sicheng, I heard that people with long faces live longer. Is...is it true?"

Yuan Zhongche was speechless. If a long face meant a long life, wouldn't donkeys and horses live forever?
Of course, in the current situation, Yuan Zhongche can only go against his professionalism and say: "This is very reasonable. People with long faces are long, so they will naturally live longer, and I think Commander Xu is by no means a short-lived person. As long as you endure After this catastrophe, there must be blessings in the future!"

Hearing that even Yuan Zhongche said the same, Xu Yelu's eyes became brighter, and in his heart, which already had the idea of ​​mortal death, he also wanted to survive a little bit more.

Soon Yao Guangxiao cleaned up the wound, and Xu Yelu was sweating in pain. After applying the wound medicine, Xu Yelu was finally relieved temporarily, and fell asleep again drowsily.

"The poor monk has tried his best, and the next step is to see what God wants."

Yao Guangxiao wiped off his sweat, then looked at Yuan Zhongche again, as if asking for his opinion.

But Yuan Zhongche sighed and said: "At the beginning, my father used to meet the old generals of the Yan Palace, and most of them died by swords and soldiers. Commander Xu was no exception. To be honest, he can survive Jing Nan, My father was surprised."

Yuan Zhongche looked at the unconscious Xu Yelu once more, and then continued: "But Commander Xu may be doomed this time, his face is full of death, lifeless, even if the Da Luo Jinxian comes, I'm afraid there is nothing he can do! "

"The King of Han is too impulsive. Commander Xu is His Majesty's confidant. He commands the soldiers and horses of the capital and protects the safety of the imperial city. Now that he dies, His Majesty will be furious. The King of Han has offended too many people in the past few years. When the time comes, the wall will fall and everyone will push him down. I am afraid……"

Yao Guangxiao stopped suddenly at the end, because he suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside, and then saw Zhu Zhanhe walking in from outside.

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