Chapter 559 of the main text of the prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty: When the king was worried about the humiliation of the minister, Li Chao smiled first.

There was actually...not a slight sad feeling.

In other words, the uncle said this without giving him a sense of incongruity.

This is the original recipe and the original taste.

He hurriedly bowed and was frightened: "Yes, Xiaodao is talking nonsense, which makes his uncle angry. Thirty thousand taels of silver will be delivered tomorrow. Don't be angry. If you get angry because of this, Xiaodao will never forgive him."

Fang Jifan regretted it.

This guy is indeed rich. If he had known this, he would have spoken loudly. He did not blink even if he had browsed.

In the afternoon, Li Chao had to carry out a ritual, so he stayed at the Fang family at noon and ate some pastries with Fang Jifan, so he hurried away.

Before leaving, he saluted Fang Jifan solemnly: "Is there any other way to send Uncle Master?"

Fang Jifan waved his hand: "Get out."

Li Chaoxian was happy.

I didn't hear this sound of going out for many days, and it was full of affection. Naturally, to be honest, I have been busy with my career these days, no, I am busy reviving the dead and sacrificing ancestors to the high clans. Li Chao was so busy that he didn't touch the ground, but he really didn't have time to come to see him. When people were running around outside, they always felt empty in their hearts, as if there was something missing, something missing?

When Li Chao remembered the clear word "Get Out" today, he felt that he lacked it. After hearing this, he felt relieved and immediately injected new energy into his tired body. He gave a deep tribute and said reluctantly: "Uncle Master, say goodbye."

There are also disadvantages for disciples and old officials.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, disciples and old officials came to visit one by one, which was really annoying. Fang Jifan's patience had been completely worn out.

This year, I can't pass.

Finally after sixteen, news came out of the palace that His Majesty's dragon body was slightly uncomfortable.

No wonder Zhu Houzhao has never been seen these days, and Fang Jifan is still muttering in his heart what happened.

He suddenly thought that Emperor Hongzhi died in the 18th year of Hongzhi, but by the 16th year of Hongzhi, his body began to become weak. According to historical materials, Emperor Hongzhi rarely summoned ministers from the 16th year. At that time, people speculated whether Emperor Hongzhi had begun to indulge in some indescribable entertainment in the palace in his later years and began to relax.

These rumors are actually understandable. The emperor suddenly stopped seeing foreign ministers and gave them all ordinary affairs to others. Moreover, Emperor Hongzhi is only in his thirties and is in his prime, so why did he suddenly do this?

It was not until the seventeenth year after Hongzhi that people realized that the emperor was in poor health. By the eighteenth year, he died. In the past two years, Emperor Hongzhi had almost been ill.

Fang Jifan heard the news that the dragon body was poor, so he asked for an audience.

However, he did not get permission from the palace and ordered him to assist the prince and take charge of the affairs of the Zhenguo Government.

There was no choice but to find Ouyang Zhi, who was the accompanying Hanlin. At this time, Your Majesty was in poor health, and he also needed to accompany Your Majesty at all times. At the same time, he could record Your Majesty's words and deeds at any time, as a record of the Hanlin Academy's compilation.

Ouyang Zhi stared at his mentor and nodded to Fang Jifan: "Yes, mentor, Your Majesty has been in a bad health recently. He can barely take matters. He is usually exhausted. His Highness the Crown Prince and His Highness the Princess are now with the emperor's side. The imperial physicians have used a lot of medicine, but they have not seen it well."

Fang Jifan couldn't help but sigh: "What are the symptoms of Your Majesty's illness?"

"The abdominal pain, slightly hot, and no appetite..." Ouyang Zhi was silent for a moment: "The diagnosis of the imperial doctor is different. Some people say they are infected with wind and cold, some people say that it is Tianyu disease, and some people say... Your Majesty... Kidney..."

"Kidney deficiency?"

Fang Jifan took a breath, it was awesome.

Your Majesty is just a wife and has no concubines. Can you feel bad about kidneys?

However, judging from Ouyang Zhi’s description, why does it sound like…it’s like…appendicitis?

It is true that many symptoms are correct, and Fang Jifan is not sure.

If it is appendicitis, it would be a bit confused. In this era, appendicitis is called "Tianyu disease" or "Intestinal paralysis". In short, this thing may be a minor illness in later generations. Generally, if you get this disease, doctors will say lightly, "If you have it, it won't hurt."

But in this era, people cannot cut this thing at all. If they don’t cut it, they will stay in their abdomen, so they can only keep it ulcerated and swelling, causing all kinds of terrible diseases and will not stop until death.

This is almost like a terminal illness and can only wait to die.

Fang Jifan took a deep breath: "You go to Tantan again, and listen to the results of the doctors' consultation. If there are any symptoms, please report them at any time."

Ouyang Zhi nodded and saluted: "Students understand."

Fang Jifan sighed in his heart.

Is it really appendicitis?

But how to treat appendicitis?

Initiate surgery...

So terrible.

I shook my head. It’s still too early to act rashly at this time. My waist can hurt for a year or two before it will really hurt Your Majesty’s life.

The hidden things in the inner palace have not been reported outside the palace for the time being. Everyone just discovered that His Majesty had almost begun to hide deeply.

This is like the Chenghua Emperor who hid in the deep palace to seek immortals and medicine during the Chenghua period, giving people a unpleasant memory.

The spring exam... is approaching in a blink of an eye.

Fang Jifan also struggled a lot for this spring exam. The prince is nowhere to be seen. Fang Jifan wanted to cure His Majesty's illness, but he did not dare to cure it. He could survive if he didn't cure it now. If he dared to cure it and dies, who would be the one who is this?

You can only wait for change and then look at the situation.

Xie Qian, a Grand Secretary of the Cabinet, presided over the current imperial examination.

On February 15th, he had settled in the Gongyuan.

At this time, people no longer pay attention to things in the palace.

It is said that a few days ago, Your Majesty summoned Xie Qian. Xie Qian had observed Your Majesty. His Majesty seemed a little weak. However, when he saw Xie Qian, he was in good spirits. He asked Xie Qian about the imperial examination and asked Xie Qian to choose a talent to serve as a temple. Then he praised and encouraged him a few more words.

When Xie Qian was preparing to say goodbye, he saw Emperor Hongzhi's slightly sad eyes.

Xie Qian's heart skipped a beat, and suddenly for no reason, she burst into tears and bowed again: "Is Your Majesty's Dragon Body in peace?"

This sentence is extremely inappropriate. It is okay for a young man with brain disease like Fang Jifan to ask nonsense, but Xie Qian, as an old minister, shouldn't have asked this.

Not to mention that foreign ministers should not ask about Your Majesty’s physical condition, because this may cause unnecessary suspicion and suspicion. Those who don’t know will think you want to make trouble.

But Xie Qian asked anyway.

Emperor Hongzhi was silent for a long time and said, "You are a virtuous person, my humerus, I have entrusted the important task of pursuing talents and not slacking off, just use your life."

No answer was obtained.

This made Xie Qian even more depressed. He knew that if His Majesty had just a general disease, it would not have been like this.

After taking the mission, after arriving at the Gongyuan, he personally led the examiners to visit the portrait of the saint in the Minglun Hall. Xie Qian calmed down and no longer thought about it.

All candidates from all prefectures and counties in the world have arrived. People have criticized this imperial examination. Some of them secretly pointed the finger at Xishan Academy, believing that Xishan Academy is not familiar with Cheng and Zhu. Can these eight-part essays be done?

Amid the discussion, the fifteen juren of Xishan Academy were already ready to go.

February 22, early morning.

Liu Jie led fourteen junior brothers and appeared in the Fang family early in the morning with the Kaolan.

They set out from Xishan Academy and did not go home. After preparing for the Lan exam, they all arrived outside the Fang family. They heard that the master was still asleep and did not get up. Liu Jie and others dared not bother them, so they bowed and bowed outside the Fang family's sect and performed a thank-you ceremony. Then Liu Jie stood up and led his junior brothers to the tribute court.

But it is just a street corner not far from this house.

In this early morning, the dawn was not revealed, and under the sky like thick ink, a sedan chair stopped in an inconspicuous corner.

The curtain of the sedan chair was lifted up and a group of candidates who came from the street passed by.

The person sitting in the sedan chair stared deeply, then sighed.

Liu Jian did not sleep all night and waited in this sedan overnight.

He knew that his son was starting from Xishan Academy and could not take his classmates home to meet him, but when he and his classmates were bound to pass by the Fang family, they thanked their teachers. So Liu Jian waited overnight on this necessary road.

He did not come out of the sedan chair, but just looked at the dark street lights, Liu Jie was talking to his classmates in a hurry and walked by the sedan chair.

Liu Jian's heart... suddenly became warmer, even warmer than covering his sweater.

After the people were gone, Liu Jian was still sitting in the sedan chair, as if he was remembering something, thinking about Liu Jie's appearance since he was born, thinking about him learning to speak, thinking about him learning to walk, thinking about him being young and frivolous, and he had experienced many attempts and failed, and then he regained...

These things, like slides, were frozen into pictures, but they quickly rotated in Liu Jian's mind.

Liu Jian smiled slightly and sighed.

"Master, you haven't slept for a night, so hurry up and go home to take a break." The sedan chairwoman whispered.

Liu Jian sat in the sedan chair and stroked his beard: "Let's enter the palace, it's getting late, go to the palace to be on duty."

"But……"

"Now your Majesty is not safe..." Liu Jian sighed: "This king is worried about the humiliation of his ministers, how can he allow his descendants? The cabinet still has many memorials, waiting for me to take action and set off."

The sedan chair owner dared not persuade him anymore, and the sedan chair got up.

Liu Jian was sitting in the sedan chair with hope for his son and concern for the palace. He and Your Majesty, the relationship between the monarch and the subjects was extraordinary. Now, Your Majesty is sick. He is not a doctor and cannot save His Majesty. The only thing he can do is to use his useless body to share some state affairs for Your Majesty.

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