Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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What Zhu Xiurong said made Zhu Houzhao want to die.

But he immediately became happy again: "I am a genius in heaven."

Zhu Houzhao was also satisfied after saying such a sentence that made him happy.

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Fang Jifan said modestly at this time: "His Royal Highness is right, His Royal Highness is a genius of heaven, unmatched by ordinary people."

Zhu Xiurong only listened to Fang Jifan blindly praising her own brother, but she knew what kind of virtues her brother had. She knew in her heart that Fang Jifan was such a capable person. But he never takes credit, so it is really rare to be so humble.

Now that the father is well, Zhu Xiurong's heart is relieved. Although there are tears in his eyes, there is a smile on his face, but he is afraid that Fang Jifan will see his "ugliness", so he pauses slightly, just like his mother. , sitting upright with a gripped waist, showing a dignified and decent attitude.

Fang Jifan was praised by the Empress Dowager and Queen Zhang, and left with Zhu Houzhao.

Doctor Jiang stayed in the hall, whether to leave or not, waiting anxiously.

As soon as he saw the two righteous masters coming, he hurriedly squeezed out a smile and wanted to say something.

Fang Jifan said: "Why are you still here, what are you doing, take care of your majesty."

"What... what..." Doctor Jiang was stunned: "Your official..."

Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan didn't care about this doctor Jiang.

They almost grabbed him and let him go to Jamsil, and after being disinfected, he went in to take care of the emperor.

In the past, Imperial Physician Jiang was a great medical officer. Even if he treated a disease, there were people around him. He was in charge of looking around and asking questions. It was the attendant behind the imperial doctor.

He had to scrub the replaced bandages, and after scrubbing, he had to apply alcohol.

All the utensils, he was so tired that he was out of breath and needed to be disinfected one by one.

Every medicine, especially Jinchuang, was formulated by him himself.

Doctor Jiang became a busy person, busy from morning to night.

After a few days, Emperor Hongzhi's spirit improved a lot.

It has been advanced from Jamsil to a fairly ventilated place.

The wound healed well, because the dressing was changed frequently, although there was still pain in the lower abdomen, but it was still within the tolerable range.

He has been very hungry for the past few days, but apart from warm water, he has not eaten a drop of rice. Last night, he could drink millet porridge. The millet porridge was boiled to a pulp, and he tasted it. It tasted really good.

At noon, someone outside said: "My minister, Wen Yansheng, please see me."

"Wen Yansheng from Ningbo?" Emperor Hongzhi asked, "Why are you still in Beijing?"

He shouted: "Come in!"

Wen Yansheng came in with a smile, holding a bowl of mullet soup in his hand.

The thick soup made from mullet can promote the healing of wounds, and the aroma of the thick soup wafted over from afar. Emperor Hongzhi was lying on the couch, but he couldn't get up, letting his stomach burn like a fire.

"I have seen Your Majesty. Is Your Majesty feeling better?" Wen Yansheng was not in a hurry, and put the mullet soup aside to cool down for a while. His tone was concerned, but not deliberately flattering.

"Hey..." Emperor Hongzhi sighed: "I walked through the gate of hell, and was pulled back from the hands of Lord Yan by the prince and Fang Jifan. Now that I think about it, I still have lingering fears. Why is Wen Qing's family still here? , the official department... shouldn't..."

Wen Yansheng said: "Your Majesty, the Ministry of Officials intends to order the minister to go to Jiangsu and Zhejiang, but the minister is still attached to the capital and asks to stay, to stay in the Zhen Guo Mansion..."

Stay in Zhen Guo Mansion...

Compared with the big officials in the frontier who are in charge of their own affairs, this town's government office is much worse.

Emperor Hongzhi was puzzled.

Wen Yansheng said: "Your Majesty must find it strange, but in fact... everyone has their own ambitions."

Emperor Hongzhi smiled.

"There is also this mullet soup, which is specially made for His Majesty. This mullet has a slightly fishy smell, so I took a fat mullet, first removed the scales and bones, and then the meat, soaked in cooking wine and ginger and onion After soaking for half an hour, stir-fry the meat, then pour water on it, add the thirteen incense made by the minister, and start the pot. This mullet soup is nourishing. Your Majesty still has it If you have trauma, eating this is the most suitable, I am thinking, Your Majesty has not eaten for a long time, and I had millet porridge to fill my stomach last night, and I will bring this mullet soup today, it will not only appetize Your Majesty, but also make your Majesty's wounds heal sooner. heal."

Wen Yansheng said it vividly, listening to it, Emperor Hongzhi was about to bleed out, he couldn't help being speechless, what to do with so much, bring it to me to eat.

But Wen Yansheng is a fastidious person, the so-called punishment for not teaching is called abuse! In the same way, after cooking, if I don't tell you how it is made, how to eat it, and how it tastes, wouldn't it be a waste of money?

Wen Yansheng said again: "The essence of this soup lies in the soup, its taste is incomparably delicious, on the contrary, the fish meat is already tasteless, so I only filled the soup, and did not add fish, the mullet is different from other fish..."

"..." Emperor Hongzhi swallowed his saliva: "Take me to taste."

Wen Yansheng didn't dare to be negligent, so he finally shut up and took the mullet soup, and brought it to Emperor Hongzhi. Emperor Hongzhi gently put his lips on the spoon, and took a sip of the fish soup. Suddenly, a strong and delicious breath was in his mouth. reverberate between.

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On Emperor Hongzhi's forehead, a little hot sweat flowed out finely, and his face became slightly ruddy.

"The deliciousness of this soup is beyond my imagination!"

Immediately, Emperor Hongzhi ate the fish soup, but he was already sweating profusely. He was so happy, so happy.

"The cooking of Wen Qing's family is far beyond that of the imperial chef." Emperor Hongzhi sighed.

Wen Yansheng smiled: "I'm ashamed and dare not be a minister."

Emperor Hongzhi said: "Qing family, after eating this soup, I feel even hungrier."

Yes, I haven't eaten for such a long time. Fortunately, because of my weak body, coupled with the pain from the incision in my abdomen, I don't have an appetite, but I can barely make it through.

But... now I ate a bowl of thick soup, this thick soup was so delicious, it immediately whetted my appetite, and now... not only was Emperor Hongzhi not satisfied, but he felt that the burning in his belly was even worse, like a ball of fire, and the flames kept leaping up high.

"Royal father."

But at this moment, Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan came in with a big basin each.

This rice bowl is custom-made, Dr. Zhu is very busy now, after all, he has recruited many people to cut his waist, this was originally intended to be used for hand practice, so there are dozens of patients with intestinal paralysis in Xishan, I can't let my father recover from his illness, so let's drive these people away. You must be kind, and Zhu Houzhao has gradually developed an interest in this operation, so let's cut it off, and take the right to do good deeds.

The capital has become a sensation. Many patients with intestinal paralysis seem to have found hope. They heard that there is a possibility of recovery. Many filial sons and grandsons kneel directly outside Xishan and ask Xishan for treatment. Most of them sell themselves to save their fathers. Mothers and the like, in short, they also want to cut.

Now, Dr. Zhu is in a dilemma. There are so many damaged kidneys in the world, can they be cut off?

Ever since, the medical school recruited more than a dozen of Fang Jifan's disciples and grandchildren to learn how to cut a knife, but these people are unreliable, Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan still have to watch from the sidelines, so as not to cut something wrong.

Now the two of them are so busy that their feet don't touch the ground, since they no longer have leisure time to eat and drink, they have no choice but to carry this big rice bowl and walk around while eating.

Fang Jifan entered here, put down his rice bowl and the mountain of beef and bamboo shoots in the rice bowl, and said: "I have seen Your Majesty... Has Your Majesty eaten mullet fish soup? I wonder how it tastes?"

Emperor Hongzhi looked at the rice bowl, his throat rolling.

Zhu Houzhao was still forking his chopsticks, and while eating with his head down, he observed Emperor Hongzhi's face: "Father's face is rosy, not bad, he's recovering well, I'll change the bandage later, Father, are you hungry? "

Emperor Hongzhi said indifferently: "I'm hungry."

Zhu Houzhao shook his head: "Eat a bowl of mullet soup and you'll be fine. It's not advisable to eat more now. Father, please be patient. Mr. Wen, cook a bowl of fish porridge for father at night."

Wen Yansheng said: "Yes."

Emperor Hongzhi closed his eyes and lay on his back, simply not looking at Zhu Houzhao.

Zhu Houzhao babbled and ate, and said: "This wound looks healed, but you must pay attention to the healing situation at all times, and you must not be negligent, or all previous efforts will be wasted. This knife is called a miraculous skill, the knife edge is not only flat, but also just right, one point more will make you fat, and one point less will make you thin."

Fang Jifan picked up his meal: "Your Highness, Your Majesty needs to rest. Let's observe at night."

Zhu Houzhao shook his head: "I am worried about my father, so I should take a look at it more. If I don't look at my own father, do I still go around other people's father?"

It makes sense.

Wen Yansheng smiled and said: "The prince is extremely filial, everyone knows that His Majesty is a blessed person."

"..."

Emperor Hongzhi had no choice but to open his eyes, and saw Fang Jifan and Zhu Houzhao pacing aimlessly in the room with bowls in hand, sometimes lowering their heads to eat.

Emperor Hongzhi hummed: "In the past few days, my health has improved a lot. There are many things in the court, and I am a little worried. Tomorrow, let Liu Jian come to Xishan for an audience. By the way, let Xiao Jing also come, and there are still Hanlin waiting for an imperial edict." Ouyang Zhi..."

Liu Jian is the chief assistant, and he must be summoned to discuss military affairs.

And Ouyang Zhi is waiting for the imperial edict, and is responsible for recording the emperor's words and deeds at any time. If the emperor has any orders, the imperial edict is responsible for drafting the memorial.

As for Xiao Jing, he is not only a personal servant, but at the same time, he is also the eunuch of the Rites Supervisor and the supervisor of the East Factory.

Calling these three people was clearly because Emperor Hongzhi didn't want to waste time in this Xishan.

Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but said: "Father, you can rest a little longer. At this time, I still care about what those people are doing."

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The 30th and 31st League Leaders were born, namely Weapon Line 01 and Zhang Weiyu. Tiger was very touched, especially when the update was not timely today, and there are two students who are so considerate and understanding. Thank you here.

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