Zhu Houzhao ignored Liu Jin and stood up, walked back and forth in the warm room uneasy, and began to murmur in a low voice: "Master Wang Jiren has his own appearance, I believe... can turn danger into safety..."

Although he said this, he knew very well that all this was false. There was a special Imperial Hospital in the Nanjing Palace, and the imperial doctors in these Imperial Hospitals were all one of the best doctors in the world. If even they were unable to make things happen, they would be afraid...

He was so serious that he sat down again, sighed and said, "Issuing an order to summon his son to Nanjing, what is the name of Master Wang's son? Yes, it's that Wang Shouren, that person..." Zhu Houzhao originally wanted to say that this person was quite annoying, but he still held it back. Today is no more than usual: "Let the Hanlin Academy prepare to prepare edicts, and I will grant Master Wang the Xinjian Bo. Once the funeral is held, I will posthumously confer him as the crown prince. The funeral must be held properly. As for the posthumous title, the posthumous title should be given by him as the crown prince.

Let the cabinet discuss it. My meaning is still appropriate for Wen Zheng, but I am afraid that the cabinet will not follow it. In short, I should also take Wen Zhong as a posthumous posthumous." He took a deep breath and continued: "I once demoted his son Wang Shouren to be a postmaster. Alas... I was just making fun of it at the beginning, just hope that Master Wang could say less to me. Now... let his son be restored, and after Wang Shouren's system is over, Wang Shouren will be restored."

As he spoke, Zhu Houzhao's eyes were filled with mist. The masters of this era were completely different from those of later generations, but they had a special meaning.

Apart from his father's death, Zhu Houzhao was truly unconscious and sad for many days. After he ascended the throne, he could no longer feel sad. Now that he thought of Wang Hua's death, he couldn't help but touch something. Wang Hua was the master chosen by his father himself, which made Zhu Houzhao think of his father's voice and smile when he was in power. At that time, the father looked at him with a very doting look and told him that this person would become his teacher. He must treat him like his father and obey his teachings...

Zhu Houzhao thought of this, shook her head and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

After all... I still can't be the wise emperor whom my father and Master Wang hold their hopes. But now, one of these two people has passed away for a long time and the other is about to die. But I finally disappointed them.

Suddenly, the young emperor suddenly rose up, raised the blue and white porcelain vase on a few, and fell down hard. The porcelain vase fell down and immediately smashed it.

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Detoxification is like putting out a fire. It was originally impossible to delay for a moment, but it was different for Huang Xin. He could not beat Ye Chunqiu and took Ye Chunqiu to visit him.

Ye Chunqiu had no choice but to get up at Mao hour on the second day, and he stopped practicing swordsmanship today, but saw the thunder rolling outside and it was raining. Ye Chunqiu did not dare to stop for a moment, and hurriedly walked out with an oil umbrella.

I rushed to Huang Xin's residence and patted the door. At this moment, there was no dawn in the sky, only dark clouds and occasional lightning and thunder. The door was awakened and hurriedly put on my clothes to open the door. If it weren't for Ye Chunqiu, who came to disturb his dream in such an early morning, this door would probably have to curse.

"Ah... it's Master Chunqiu, what's wrong with Master Chunqiu?"

Ye Chunqiu walked quickly, so the oil umbrella did not cover up too much wind and rain. He was wet and very embarrassed. He put the umbrella under the eaves, but bowed deeply: "I don't know if Uncle Huang Shi has gotten up. Please inform me, just say that my nephew is here."

Needless to say too much, Huang Xin must be able to understand.

The doorman didn't dare to be careless and was busy calling people. Huang Xin was not in a hurry to get up early. After all, he slept too late last night, but when he heard that Ye Chunqiu came so early, he couldn't help but laugh. This kid was actually quite serious.

Although he felt that Ye Chunqiu was a little erratic, Huang Xin couldn't procrastinate and hurriedly got up and washed up. After a stick of incense, he didn't even eat breakfast. Then he arrived in front of the door. He saw Ye Chunqiu sitting on the threshold with an oil umbrella, looking at the void under the thick ink with his eyes, and could feel Ye Chunqiu's seriousness that made people dare not underestimate him.

"Chunqiu." He called out.

Ye Chunqiu looked back in shock, stood up quickly, and said with a look of shame: "Uncle Huang Shi, I am really ashamed to come here to bother you so early in the morning..."

Huang Xin suppressed his hands and said with a smile: "It's okay, we are a family friend, there's nothing to be polite, but have you prepared a car? Alas... I'm very ashamed, there's only a cold sedan at home."

Ye Chunqiu shook his head and said, "You can't hire cars and horses in the early morning."

Huang Xin had no choice but to smile bitterly and said, "Then you might as well sit in the sedan chair, I'll walk."

Why are you embarrassed to do this?

Ye Chunqiu hurriedly said, "Chunqiu is in good health and can just walk. I have to practice morning exercises every morning. Today, things are urgent and I don't care about morning exercises. I just walk around. Uncle Shi, don't be polite, let's set off quickly."

Speaking of this, seeing Ye Chunqiu wandering around in a hurry, Huang Xin was not too lazy to be neglected. He was so busy that he woke up the sedan chairman and then entered the sedan chair and set off.

On this cold and long street, even the lights of thousands of houses had already gone out. At such dawn, I still couldn't see my fingers. It was raining again and I couldn't lit the lanterns. The two sedan chairmen walked in the rain. Ye Chunqiu didn't recognize the road, so he had to follow him with an oil umbrella behind him. His big sleeves and skirt were almost wet.

Occasionally, Ye Chunqiu would find it ridiculous for his warm-heartedness of his ancient Taoism.

Other people's affairs have nothing to do with yourself after all.

However... if you have such ability, you will be indifferent to other people's affairs and feel uneasy.

Perhaps... I finally haven't grown up, I haven't experienced too much ugliness and darkness, and there is still some kindness in my heart.

People should be bad, and they should be popular only if they are thick-skinned. This is the experience summarized in the previous life.

Unfortunately, knowing is easy to do but hard to do.

If he can't do it, no matter how nice it sounds, it's useless. Ye Chunqiu sighed in his heart. He was wet all over his body. He held an oil umbrella and walked faster. Fortunately, his body was strong and he was not out of breath.

Walking inside a little further, someone shouted: "Who is it?"

In the darkness, a burly man like an iron tower walked out, with an iron Fan Yang hat and a brown long gown, carefully identifying it. It was similar to the fish suit given by Zhang Qianhu, who made great contributions to killing the Japanese. However, judging from the quality, it is certainly impossible to have such specifications as the one given to him.

He was carrying a knife around his waist. The knife was not sheathed, but it was wet, and he could feel a murderous intent.

The sedan chair owner said: "This is the great deed of Lord Huang, the Censor of the Censorate."

The man had already turned sideways, retreated aside, disappeared into the rainy night, as if he had lost his traces at once.

(To be continued.)
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