Chapter 67: One day, he will pay back a hundredfold and a thousandfold
After an incense stick of time, the sky was bright, and the ministers were getting impatient. Several people came slowly.
The leader was He Yanting, who was tall and straight, and walked briskly, and did not look injured at all.
Behind him were two Jinyiwei, and the Jinyiwei sandwiched Lu Daizong in the middle.
Lu Daizong's face was pale, his lips were chapped, and his eyes seemed to be unable to open. His legs were drooping weakly, but one part was still upright, and because of his thin clothes, it could be noticed at a glance.
Everyone's eyes fell on that place at the first time, and then they moved away in a hurry.
The father and son of Anlehou rushed forward immediately, pushed aside the Jinyiwei, and helped Lu Daizong to sit on the ground.
He Yanting took a few steps forward and knelt in the center of the hall: "I happened to meet the Jinyiwei on the road, so I came here with you. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."
There was no sound from the dragon chair for a long time. Jiang Zhiyu raised his eyes and saw that the emperor's eyes were full of tears, and he looked like he was crying with joy. Suddenly he stood up from the dragon chair, walked down personally, helped He Yanting up, and patted the back of his hand.
"It's good... It's good!"
Even the ministers who were used to the emperor's special treatment of He Yanting were startled and became more vigilant against He Yanting.
Jiang Zhiyu raised her eyes and met He Yanting's eyes. The air stagnated for a moment. His eyes were dark and his voice was a little hoarse: "Thank you for your care, Your Majesty." What
he heard was different from the final death he saw with his own eyes. The emperor was emotional and couldn't speak for a long time.
[No, it is said that the emperor should not show his emotions. You acted too much. Bad review!]
The emperor: "..."
He Yanting: "... cough."
After being interrupted by her, the emperor calmed down a little, and changed to the crying of Anle Hou and his son.
"Your Majesty, please help me. My son is like this now. What should I do in the future?"
The emperor's eyes flashed with disgust, but his tone was still calm: "Marquis Anle, I have already said that after the imperial physician's diagnosis, I will give you a satisfactory explanation."
"You, don't believe me?"
Although his tone was calm, the warning implied in it made people feel cold.
Marquis Anle knew that he had said something wrong, and he knelt on the ground quickly: "I never meant to do that. It's just that I lost my sense of proportion when I saw my son like this. I beg Your Majesty to forgive me."
It seemed as if there was a knife hanging over his head that could fall at any time. Cold sweat slid down Marquis Anle's forehead. After a while, the emperor snorted lightly.
"Doctor Sun, go and diagnose Master Lu and see what disease he has."
Doctor Sun, who was standing next to Fu Ping, nodded and ran over. Doctor
Sun listened to Master Lu's pulse, frowned and thought, then lifted his shirt, turned him over, touched his waist, and had the answer in his heart.
He put Master Lu down, turned around and knelt in front of the emperor.
"Your Majesty, Master Lu's health is indeed related to Miss Jiang."
A stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the eyes of all the ministers were instantly focused on Jiang Zhiyu.
The emperor also frowned, and He Yanting raised his eyes.
But Jiang Zhiyu was not panicked at all, and walked over a few steps and knelt on the ground.
He was magnanimous and open-minded, without any stage fright, and nodded in his heart.
Marquis Anle and his son were overjoyed, and Lu Yaozu couldn't wait any longer: "Your Majesty, the imperial physician said that it was Jiang Zhiyu who caused the disease. Please... "
He hasn't finished his words yet, Imperial Physician Sun interrupted him: "My lord, I'm afraid you misunderstood. I didn't mean that." As soon as he said
that, the emperor's brows relaxed immediately, and Lu Yaozu's expression went blank: "...What, what do you mean?"
Imperial Physician Sun pointed at Lu Daizong's waist: "Your Majesty, judging from the pulse, Young Master Lu is suffering from kidney deficiency due to too much lack of essence. The place where Miss Jiang gave him acupuncture is the Shenshu point, which can harmonize Qi and blood, and benefit the kidney and strengthen fire."
The expressions of Marquis Anle and Lu Yaozu turned from red to white.
"It was originally meant to be a tonic, but Master Lu went back to that thing after the acupuncture and moxibustion, and also drank a lot of alcohol. His body was already weak and could not be replenished. The collision between the two sides led to such a tragedy."
The atmosphere fell into silence for a while. The old face of Anle Hou turned from blue to red, and from red to white. His eyes were wandering, and he could not say anything.
Lying on the ground, Emperor Lu Daizong was barely breathing, still drunk, and felt uncomfortable. In the middle of the hall, in full view of everyone, he made an unbearable move.
All the ministers covered their eyes.
Jiang Zhiyu was laughing in his heart.
[Haha, Emperor: 5.]
[And you, what are you pretending to be? You are all peeking. 】
The emperor's face turned ashen: "Marquis Anle! Your good son! You behaved inappropriately before, so you are expelled from the palace, and you don't have to participate in the future imperial examinations!"
Marquis Anle raised his head abruptly. The emperor's words completely ruined Lu Daizong's future!
The emperor continued: "You raised your own son but didn't educate him, but you blamed someone else's little girl! Zhiyu was taught by a genius doctor, who treated your son with kindness, but you turned the tables, framed someone else, and blocked someone else's door overnight!"
Marquis Anle and Lu Yaozu were scolded by him so hard that they couldn't even raise their heads.
The emperor sighed deeply: "Forget it, now that the matter is clear, let Zhiyu decide the punishment for you and your son."
Jiang Zhiyu, kneeling on the ground: "..."
[Okay, okay, what punishment? What kind of punishments were there in ancient times! ]
[I am really impressed. I regret not having enough knowledge when I need it! ]
He Yanting: "..."
The emperor: "..."
Oh, the words have been said, and he can't regret it.
He Yanting: "...Miss Jiang is a woman after all,... She has a kind heart, I am afraid I can't bear it. Anle Hou blocked the prime minister's mansion overnight, which is a bit arrogant. In my opinion, we should each beat them with fifty strokes of the cane to serve as a warning to others."
The emperor: "I think it's just right."
[Only fifty strokes of the cane...]
He Yanting blinked. From his words, it can be seen that Jiang Zhiyu really didn't understand the punishment.
A single blow from the imperial cane would leave the victim's skin and flesh torn. The Jinyi Guards would not hold back when carrying out executions. Normally, thirty to forty blows would be enough to kill a person.
He Yanting continued, "Miss Jiang was wrongly accused, so she should be compensated. I will deduct half a year's salary to compensate Miss Jiang, okay?"
Emperor: "..." Who
are you asking?
Jiang Zhiyu nodded hurriedly: "I think what Mr. He said is very good." The ministers
: "..."
Emperor: "... Then let's do as Yanting said. Come on, drag him away."
Jinyiwei Yu was always asking for help. As early as hearing about the fifty strokes of the cane, Lu Yaozu's face turned pale and he almost fainted. After seeing Jinyiwei, his eyes suddenly turned black and he fainted.
The frantic Lu Daizong was also dragged away by Jinyiwei.
No one dared to ask Anle Hou for help. When the Jinyi Guards carried Anle Hou out, his facial muscles trembled wildly, and his red eyes turned to stare at He Yanting, clenching his fists.
One Jiang Zhiyu, one He Yanting, he remembered!
The humiliation he suffered today, he will pay back a hundredfold and a thousandfold in the future!