Chapter 340 Working diligently
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When an empty place gets cold, it gets even colder.
It was already noon when Jiang Erlang entered the palace.
Concubine Zhang had already had a fight with the emperor.
An old woman who gets crazy is not easy to mess with.
The old emperor's face was scratched.
The emperor hasn't been scratched on the face by a woman for many years.
And it was the always stable Concubine Zhang.
Moreover, when Concubine Zhang went crazy, the emperor found that this woman was actually stronger than himself.
A little angry and a little sad.
What? You have so many children, but I only have one.
The fifth child is also his son, how could he not be sad.
After all, they are an old couple, and the emperor did not pursue the matter of Concubine Zhang scratching his face.
Order a thorough investigation.
If the murderer is not found, all those people in the Ministry of Justice will be buried with me.
Of course, it was not said like that, but the meaning is similar.
So having a mother is different from not having one. The funerals of the former princes were all hastily concluded.
Concubine Zhang caused a scene here with the Fifth Prince, but at least the Emperor asked for justice.
Death is a terrible thing.
What is even more terrible is to die unjustly without knowing who the murderer is.
The person is already dead, and Concubine Zhang’s request is to find the murderer.
At the same time, she also sent people to the Fifth Prince’s mansion to bring several children into the palace.
When Jiang Erlang came over, Concubine Zhang had already left.
The Emperor was also feeling depressed.
There was a wound on his face.
Not only was he depressed, but he also felt pain.
The Emperor was not thick-skinned.
Although Wen Xin comforted him, he was still very unhappy.
"I am the emperor, but I am helpless. I can't even protect my own children. Alas."
Jiang Changtian came in and saw the emperor with a scratch on his face.
The emperor did not order the imperial physician to be called.
He took the initiative to ask the eunuch to quickly bring the medicine box.
Regardless of the emperor's objection, he stepped forward and said, "Excuse me, I know medicine. I will take care of it for your majesty."
The emperor did feel a burning pain on his face.
But because of his changeable personality and moodiness, the servants did not dare to call the imperial physician.
He himself did not remember it, that is, he was angry.
If it were someone else, he would be scolded for scratching his head.
But Jiang Erlang was different. He was not only a subordinate, but also his nephew, a family member.
The emperor did not refuse.
Jiang Changtian carefully treated the wound on the emperor's face.
It was not serious and might be healed later.
Even though Concubine Zhang had lost her mind, she was measured.
She came to avenge her son. Although she wanted to die, she wanted to avenge her son first.
However, Jiang Changtian treated it as if it was a serious injury.
His movements were gentle and careful.
Then he talked about the time when he treated Feng Ge'er's wound.
"Feng Ge'er is my only son. He was actually very smart when he was young. He had a photographic memory and learned everything quickly. But later, I was considered unfilial by Madam Jiang and could not participate in the imperial examination. Feng Ge'er was also not qualified. I didn't teach him much, so he liked to hang out on the streets."
Jiang Changtian smiled bitterly: "The sisters in Yihong Courtyard in that county all liked him and gave him gifts because he would help the sisters to attract customers at a young age."
This kind of life is probably something that the eunuchs and maids in the palace have never heard of.
The emperor was a little stunned.
Listen carefully.
"One day, he came back, injured, with a lot of blood on his body. We were poor, and the first thing the child's mother said was not to ask about his injury, but how his clothes got dirty. It was not heartless, but it was true."
"I know medical skills and can treat external injuries. I treated the wound and thought it was healed. He was young and strong, and had a good recovery ability. The next day he ran to the county town to buy medicine."
The emperor felt his cheeks cooler.
"What happened next?"
"Unexpectedly, on the second night, his wounds rotted and he fainted from a high fever. The weapon used by the person who wounded him was poisonous. I cruelly burned his wounds with a knife until it turned red, and then I stabbed the wounds and dug out the rotten parts, just like digging out my own heart, digging out the rotten parts bit by bit."
"In fact, at that time, I already felt that my son was hopeless, but I thought that he should look better in the underworld. I even painted a flower on his wound, so that if I also go to the underworld, I can find my son with this flower."
"Sister Xia is calculating the family savings to see if they can buy a decent and beautiful coffin for her son, because in our village, this is very important. The dead are the most important. If there is a decent coffin, maybe you can be reborn in a good way in the next life and no longer suffer."
Jiang Changtian treated the scar on the emperor's cheek and
applied some plaster .
The plaster was a little cool, and when it was close to the eyes, tears came out of the eyes. This was physical.
"I have experienced countless hardships, but I am always grateful to God because God returned Feng Ge'er to me. Feng Ge'er is not dead. So I can forgive all the hardships because my son is alive. But Your Majesty, I did something wrong later. The person who hurt my son was the guard of Madam Jiang's eldest grandson. The weapon he used was smeared with poison, and he wanted to kill my son."
"I wanted to avenge my son. I seriously inquired about the guard and found out that he had committed adultery with a married woman. I found a way to notify the woman's husband and asked him to come back early and catch the man in the act. The husband killed the guard, and I got my revenge. Your Majesty, I am actually a very thoughtful person, maybe even a little vicious, but I have no regrets. If it happens again, I will still do the same, because whoever kills my son will be killed to the death. Concubine Zhang and you must be the same, but Your Majesty, no matter what, you must remember to take good care of yourself. Only when you are well can you avenge your child."
The emperor was not that sentimental.
He was more angry than sad.
But what Jiang Er said resonated with him, as if he was really sad for his son.
Then he seemed to cheer up.
In fact, his original state was normal, but after Jiang Er's words, he became cheered up for his son's grief and seemed to be affectionate.
Jiang Changtian chatted with him and treated the emperor's minor wounds before leaving.
The insignificant things he did were just to pick up his boss's face, paste it on, and add a few more strokes to make him look righteous and noble.
Perhaps this is a new level of flattery.
Flattering the other person's fart that hasn't even farted yet.
Others flatter by exaggerating what already exists, and try to exaggerate it.
Jiang Erlang flatters what doesn't exist, and makes him have it.
The road to the palace is long and the routine is long.
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