Fang Jifan was particularly concerned about Zhou Zheng in the Jamshaven.

This Yinzhou Hou has become the hope of searching for journals.

In this era, if a journal wants to have more and more impressions, it is inseparable from the support of the court.

Why did Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism and the eight-legged essay become a must-read book for scholars all over the world?

And why do everyone claim to be a student of Cheng Zhu?

Is it because Master Zhu is handsome?

Regarding this, Fang Jifan is blunt to say that he is much more handsome than this ancient man hundreds of years ago.

Is it because he is morally noble?

As for this, Fang Jifan can still say it bluntly that when it comes to morality, he may be at the same level as the master.

Is Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism really impeccable?

In fact, at that time, many schools of thought appeared, and Neo-Confucianism was just one of them.

The reason why other people's knowledge was promoted was nothing more than being favored by the rulers.

It can be seen from this that when Cheng and Zhu were designated as a must-take the subject of teaching and science, the trend of respecting Neo-Confucianism was inevitable.

This time, Fang Jifan was very patient and stayed in the silkworm room all day long, watching the Yinzhou Hou lying on the operating table.

In the skin, glucose slowly drips into Zhou Zheng's blood vessels along the sheep intestines. Zhou Zheng's wound heals well, his breathing begins to be even, and his complexion is much better.

Occasionally, he can wake up.

But waking up is not enough.

He looked weak and tired, and wanted to say something, and squirmed. After a while, he fell asleep again.

Zhu Houzhao also occasionally came to see Zhou Zheng, and then left the silkworm room with Fang Jifan.

Zhu Houzhao seemed indifferent to the life and death of this old uncle.

This is related to his growing environment. Anyway, I can't see him a few times a year and I'm usually very distant. I can't just cry because of a serious illness because of a relative. To be honest, it's too hypocritical.

"My body is much better than before, and my pulse is normal. I can get up twice a day and last for two hours..."

Zhu Houzhao held the medical record recorded by the medical student who was nursing Zhou Zheng, looked down and kept nodding: "It's not bad, Lao Fang, I think he can survive. The Empress Dowager sent eunuchs to inquire just now, and was driven away by the palace."

Fang Jifan was in a good mood after hearing Zhu Houzhao's words and said with a smile: "When the Marquis of Yinzhou can go to the ground, we can enter the palace to report the good news."

Zhu Houzhao seemed not very interested in this: "The father is very stingy. He is very generous and he is reluctant to give him some money. I still owe a lot of debts."

Zhu Houzhao looked depressed and sighed: "The house in this old city must be sold quickly. If you don't sell it, I will really have to escape to the desert."

Fang Jifan naturally understood Zhu Houzhao's mood and nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry, your highness, you will be fine soon."

As he was talking, a clanging sound suddenly came from the chamber.

Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan looked at each other.

So they rushed into the chamber together.

But in the silkworm room, a medical student looked at the scaffolding on the ground speechlessly. The scaffolding had fallen over, and beside the scaffolding, he was trembling... standing by Zhou Zheng.

The medical student was holding a bowl in his hand.

Obviously, I just wanted to feed Zhou Zheng a bowl of porridge, but... as soon as the porridge was finished, the old man suddenly had the strength to get up, and the medical student naturally wanted to let him continue to cultivate. But the old man was very stubborn and did not listen to the advice, so he got up and knocked over the scaffolding with glucose hanging on it.

As soon as he saw Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan come in.

Zhou Zheng's face turned red.

A great shame and a great humiliation, it is a great shame and a great humiliation.

There was still a memory of being tied up in his mind, and then he stripped himself naked and tied it here. He even remembered a knife shaking in front of his eyes.

Now... he remembered Zhu Houzhao even more.

His Highness the Crown Prince...he is so bullying.

He had tears in his eyes. Since his sister became the queen, she became the queen mother and the queen mother again, no one dared to treat him like this, stripped naked and was watched by others, would he still have the face to be a human being in the future? It would be better to die clean.

Although Zhou Zheng was not completely healed, he said angrily: "Fang Jifan, you thief!"

Fang Jifan: "..."

Huh? What does it have to do with me?

Fang Jifan was puzzled.

Zhou Zheng glared at Fang Jifan, clenched his fist and said, "You are too insulting me."

Fang Jifan hurriedly said, "Wait, Marquis, I have something to say, the conscience of heaven and earth, we can't talk lies with you. The one who tied you up is His Royal Highness, the one who stripped you of your clothes is His Royal Highness, the one who cuts your waist, or His Royal Highness... What does it have to do with me? Are you confused, are you?"

Zhu Houzhao's face turned slightly red, and she coughed, trying to say something with some sensation.

But Zhou Zheng grinned. At this moment, he seemed full of energy and his old face turned red: "Don't make a fuss, it's you, even if the prince's move is your commander, I... I'll look for you!"

Fang Jifan: "..."

Is this a trick on him?

Is it because my recent image is so good that some people begin to think that he is the soft persimmon that is better pinched?

Furthermore, it seems that the prince and him saved the old guy's life.

Fang Jifan was about to take off.

Humph, if you don’t have an attack, you shouldn’t be called Fang Jifan.

But suddenly, Zhou Zheng wailed: "What, you even cut off my husband's things. Oh my God... I was born intact, but I was incomplete when I died, but I was incomplete. My body, hair, and my parents... "

He burst into tears. He didn't remember the operation process very deeply. He was confused at the time. Now he knew that something was missing in his body. He felt sad from his heart and wanted to die.

"Okay, okay, I...I..." He raised his hand and wanted to do it.

But soon, he gave up on this idea.

Even if it is a junior, the three words Fang Jifan are still sufficiently deterrent. So he put down his hand and said angrily: "I will not touch you, and I will not reason with you. I... I will enter the palace, and I will enter the palace..."

He was surprisingly fast, as if he felt that the silkworm room was a dragon's and tiger's den, for fear that Fang Jifan would be annoyed. With the temper of this scumbag, he might beat him on the ground, so he walked away with his sleeves.

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“…”

Fang Jifan looked at the far away carriage...

A little confused.

He blinked, and couldn't help but pull Zhu Houzhao, and said with an innocent look on his face: "Your Highness, what does this mean? Haven't we saved people? Or did your Highness do something that is harmful to the world?"

Zhu Houzhao put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, sighed, and said quietly: "Now, you know why I always do what I do, and it doesn't go as I want. Look at these old people, they are stubborn and unreasonable, and they will rely on their old age to be ridiculous. They also have to listen to them in everything, and their words and deeds are in line with their wishes. I would rather be a "child" for their lives in their eyes than please them everywhere like my father."

Fang Jifan looked speechless.

Well, he could understand Zhu Houzhao's feelings very well at this time.

"I can't stand this old thing if I want to recover it."

Zhu Houzhao seemed indifferent, and Yun Tanfeng shook his head lightly and said, "Let's forget it, wait for his grandson to come back and beat his grandson."

Zhou La...

Fang Jifan's eyes lit up, and he was a little... he was eager to try it out.

…………………

Zhou Zheng, who was sitting in the carriage, felt that he was suffering from a lot of grievances, and his lower abdomen was still a little painful. God knew that he had something missing.

The memories in his mind flooded countless humiliations.

I... am a person who is about to die, but as a result... I am at this age, I suffer this grievance.

He sat on the sofa, and as the carriage bumped, he felt a faint pain in his lower abdomen.

Now these young people are becoming more and more arrogant and bold.

Amid Zhou Zheng's grief, more than an hour later, the carriage finally arrived at the Daming Palace.

He ordered people to go to the palace to report. In a while, a eunuch came over in surprise and saw that Zhou Zheng had already got off the carriage and stood there... looking fierce and evil.

Looking at Zhou Zheng in front of him, the eunuch's eyes were about to fall off...

Is this really the Marquis of Yinzhou? It’s so... the dragon spirit is fierce!

He hurriedly stepped forward and bowed happily, "I have seen the Marquis of Yinzhou. The Empress is so happy to learn that you are here. She said she would ask you to enter the palace immediately by carriage."

Carriages and horses... Entering the palace...

Zhou Zheng didn't expect that he would win this honor.

He... felt confident in his heart, so he got on the carriage again, and the carriage galloped into the palace and rushed directly outside Renshou Palace.

The Empress Dowager, with countless palace maids and female officials, was waiting far away here early.

Inexplicably, his brother was about to enter the palace, which made Zhou look suspicious.

But I waited until Zhou Zheng got off the carriage.

Seeing that he didn't need anyone to support him, although he seemed a little weak, he was in good spirits.

After all... this is not a major operation. The operation went smoothly. The blood transfusion during the operation ensured his blood flow. The infusion after the operation also gave him sufficient nutrition.

After lying on the sickbed for more than ten days, Zhou Zheng felt that his stomach was so empty that he was exhausted and weak all over, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.

But after drinking a bowl of porridge slowly, he suddenly became energetic. He got out of the car and saw his own sister... as if he was a different world. Suddenly, tears came over: "Empress...Empress..."

He actually bowed and bowed, and then shed tears like a child who suffered a great grievance, saying, "Empress... I am wronged, I am wronged... I am really unable to live this life!"
Chapter completed!