After an incense stick of time, the sky brightened and the ministers became a little impatient, and several of them came slowly forward.
The leader was He Yanting. He stood tall and straight, walked briskly, and didn't look injured at all.
Behind him were two Jinyiwei, with Lu Daizong sandwiched between them.
Lu Daizong's face was pale, his lips were chapped, his eyes seemed unable to open, and his legs drooped limply, except for one part that was still standing upright, which could be noticed at a glance because of his thin clothes.
Everyone's eyes fell on that place at first, and then quickly moved away.
Marquis Anle and his son rushed forward immediately, pushed away the Jinyiwei, and helped Lu Daizong 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 dared to come with them. I beg Your Majesty to forgive me."
There was no sound from the dragon throne for a long time. Jiang Zhiyu looked up and saw that the emperor had tears in his eyes and looked like he was crying with joy. Suddenly, he stood up from the dragon throne, walked down personally to help He Yanting up, and patted the back of his hand gently.
"It's all right... It's all right!"
Even the ministers who were used to the emperor's special treatment of He Yanting were shocked and became more vigilant towards He Yanting.
Jiang Zhiyu raised his eyes and met He Yanting's. The air was stagnant for a moment. His eyes were dark and his voice was hoarse: "Thank you for your care, Your Majesty."
What you hear is different from what you see with your own eyes. The emperor was so excited that he couldn't speak for a long time.
[No, it's said that the emperor should not show his emotions. You're overacting. Bad review!]
emperor:"……"
He Yanting: "...cough."
After being interrupted by her, the emperor calmed down a little, and it was Marquis Anle and his son who started crying again.
"Your Majesty, please help me. My son is in this state now. What will happen to him in the future?"
A flash of disgust flashed across the emperor's eyes, but his tone remained calm: "Marquis Anle, I have already said that after the imperial physician's examination, I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation."
"You, don't believe me?"
Although his tone was calm, the warning contained in it made people feel a chill down their spine.
Marquis Anle knew he had spoken out of turn and quickly knelt on the ground: "I had absolutely no such intention. It was only when I saw my son like this that I lost my composure. I beg Your Majesty to forgive me."
It seemed as if a knife was hanging over his head, ready to fall at any moment. Cold sweat rolled down Marquis Anle's forehead. After a moment, the emperor snorted softly.
"Doctor Sun, go and examine Master Lu and see what's wrong with him."
Doctor Sun, who was standing next to Fuping, nodded and trotted over.
Doctor Sun listened to Lu Daizong's pulse, frowned in thought, then lifted up his shirt, turned him over, touched his waist, and had the answer in his heart.
He put Lu Daizong down, turned around and knelt before the emperor.
"Your Majesty, Mr. Lu's health is indeed related to Miss Jiang."
A single stone caused a thousand ripples, 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. He walked over a few steps and knelt on the ground.
He was so open and magnanimous, showing no sign of stage fright, that I couldn't help but nod in my heart.
The Anle Marquis and his son were filled with joy, and Lu Yaozu was even more impatient: "Your Majesty, the imperial physician said that Jiang Zhiyu was responsible. Please..."
Before he could finish his words, Imperial Physician Sun interrupted him: "My lord, I'm afraid you misunderstood me. That's not what I meant."
As soon as he said this, the emperor's brows relaxed, and Lu Yaozu's expression went blank for a moment: "...What, what do you mean?"
Imperial Physician Sun pointed at Lü Daizong's waist and said, "Your Majesty, judging by his pulse, Master Lü is suffering from kidney deficiency due to excessive spermatorrhea. The acupuncture Miss Jiang performed on him is at the Shenshu point, which can harmonize Qi and blood, and invigorate the kidneys and strengthen the internal heat."
The expressions of Anle Hou and Lu Yaozu turned from red to white.
"It was originally intended to be a tonic, but unfortunately, Master Lu went back to that thing after the acupuncture and also drank heavily. His body was already weak and could not withstand the tonic. The clash of the two led to this tragedy."
The atmosphere fell silent for a moment. Anle Hou's old face turned from blue to red, and from red to white. His eyes were wandering and he couldn't say anything.
Lying on the ground, Lü Daizong was barely breathing, still drunk, and feeling uncomfortable with his body swelling. In the middle of the hall, in full view of everyone, he performed an obscene act.
All the ministers covered their eyes.
Jiang Zhiyu was so happy watching this.
【Ga g g g, Emperor: 6. 】
[And you guys, why are you pretending? You're all peeking.]
The emperor's face turned pale. "Marquis Anle! What a good son you have raised! For being disrespectful before the emperor, you are expelled from the palace. You are not required to participate in future imperial examinations!"
Marquis Anle suddenly raised his head. Once the emperor said this, Lu Daizong's future was completely ruined!
The emperor continued, "You raised your own son but didn't teach him well, yet you're blaming someone else's daughter! Zhiyu studied under a miraculous doctor and was kind enough to treat your son, yet you're turning the tables, framing someone else and even blocking their 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 and said, "Well, now that the matter is clear, let Zhiyu decide the punishment for you and your son."
Jiang Zhiyu, who was kneeling on the ground, said: "..."
[Okay, okay, what's the punishment? What were the punishments in ancient times?]
[I'm really impressed. I only regret not having read enough books when I need them!]
He Yanting: “…”
emperor:"……"
Well, the words have been spoken, and he can't go back on his word.
He Yanting: "...Miss Jiang is a woman after all...She has a kind heart, and I'm afraid I can't bear it. Marquis Anle blocked the Prime Minister's residence overnight, which is rather arrogant. In my opinion, we should each give them fifty lashes of the cane as a warning to others."
Emperor: "I think it's just right."
[Only fifty years of caning...]
He Yanting blinked. From these words, it was clear that Jiang Zhiyu really didn't understand the punishment.
The imperial caning would leave one's skin and flesh exposed after one blow. The Jinyiwei would not hold back when carrying out the execution. Normally, thirty or forty blows would be enough to kill a person.
He Yanting continued, "Since Miss Jiang has been wronged, she should be compensated. How about deducting half a year's salary to compensate Miss Jiang?"
emperor:"……"
Who are you asking?
Jiang Zhiyu nodded hurriedly: "This servant thinks what Master He said is very good."
Ministers: “…”
Emperor: "...Then let's do as Yan Ting said. Come, drag him away."
The Jinyiwei came in one after another and asked for help. As early as after hearing about the fifty punishments of caning in the court, Song Yaozu's face turned pale and he almost fainted. After seeing the Jinyiwei, his eyes suddenly turned black and he fainted.
The frantic Lü Daizong was also carried away by the Embroidered Uniform Guards.
No one dared to ask Marquis Anle for help. When the Jinyiwei carried Marquis Anle out, the muscles on his face trembled wildly. His red eyes turned to stare at He Yanting, and his fists clenched.
One is Jiang Zhiyu, the other is He Yanting, he remembered them!
The humiliation he suffered today, he will repay a hundredfold and a thousandfold in the future!
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