Chapter 193
The day after the court officials began to urge the selection of concubines.
Your Majesty is ill.
The disease was so severe that Imperial Physician Yang was urgently summoned to the palace and did not come out for two days.
The officials in the court were immediately worried and quickly sent representatives to the Purple Palace to pay their respects and to stop Imperial Physician Yang to inquire about the emperor's condition.
Doctor Yang began to lose his hair and beard again, and he blamed him, "Your Majesty has been overly worried and overworked. How long has it been since you were poisoned in the northern border? You are forcing Your Majesty to work hard. It is really wrong! Your Majesty has had a weak constitution since childhood. Can he withstand such a torment?"
The blamed minister representative was stunned for a moment.
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Diligent? ?
Not really...I guess not.
Although it did not delay state affairs, if this is called diligence, then how should we describe the time when the late emperor was diligent in his work? What should we call it?
"Are you really sick from exhaustion?"
Doctor Yang: "Sir, if you don't believe me, go and see for yourself. Have you forgotten how many times the Imperial Hospital thought that His Majesty could not be saved when he was still the Seventh Prince?"
This person is originally in poor health.
I was a frequent visitor to the Imperial Medical Service when I was a child.
Just because things get better for two years after you grow up doesn't mean they will always get better.
The minister went in to take a look and expressed his condolences.
Of course, if he hadn't gotten close to the dragon bed to take a look, he wouldn't have had such a low EQ.
All that could be seen was a pale wrist pressed on a wrist pillow through the curtain of the dragon couch, so that the imperial physician could diagnose the patient's pulse at any time. Tiny blue veins could be vaguely seen under the skin.
The hall was filled with a bitter medicinal odor, occasionally accompanied by a light cough.
Officials in the capital were a little panicked.
Those who have been in the capital for a long time all know that when His Majesty was a child, he had a minor illness every month and a major illness every three months. My God, their Great Zhou finally stabilized, would they change the emperor again?
Therefore, they became more concerned about the fact that their Majesty should leave offspring. After Qu Dubian recovered from his illness, they began to urge him to get married and have children, each time more frantically than the last.
But something strange happened.
Every time they urged His Majesty to get married, His Majesty would start to fall ill.
This illness is really not fake. You can see the illness on his face at a glance, and it gets worse each time.
Later, Xu Jin and Wu Siwan came to the Purple Palace to visit from time to time. It was said that Concubine Dowager Xuan had received the news and was rushing to the capital from Yangzhou.
…It’s over.
This atmosphere and this breath gave them a feeling that His Majesty might pass away at any time.
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Heavy snow in winter.
Purple Palace.
Due to continuous illness, Qu Watanabe's life expectancy was visibly increasing, but at the same time, he was also visibly losing weight.
The black dragon pajamas I was wearing felt a little empty.
Qu Dubian finished marking the memorials on the kang and glanced out the window. The light from the snow was blurry and he couldn't see clearly.
He wrapped himself in the black cloak he had prepared. Two palace servants at the door stopped him and whispered, "Your Majesty, Eunuch Ye said that you'd better not go out to get some fresh air."
Qu Watanabe: "Just for a while. I haven't been out for several days. Maybe I'll feel better after seeing the snow."
He smiled as he sidestepped through the gap between two palace maids, pushed the door open with his pale fingers, and the cold wind from outside made him feel refreshed instantly.
He didn't mean to embarrass the palace maids, but he estimated that the time was about right. After tonight, there would be no more ministers urging the baby to give birth.
When Xia Fuyang hurried over with an umbrella, he saw this scene as soon as he stepped onto the stairs.
The young emperor did not tie his hair up. His black hair hung down behind him, reaching his waist.
He didn't come out to get wet in the snow, but just stood outside with bent over, playing with snow on the railing with his hands. The little snowmen he made stood side by side on the railing.
He could no longer be completely called a teenager. He had a vaguely youthful appearance, and his facial features combined the best qualities of both Concubine Yun and the late emperor; he was handsome and tall.
No wonder the palace maid bribed the eunuch some time ago and had a visit to the East Warm Pavilion. His appearance was really popular with the girls.
Xia Fuyang saw his red frozen fingertips, took three or two steps over, and subconsciously wanted to grab his wrist, but then he remembered that he was the emperor, and it would not be good to be seen by outsiders, so he stopped abruptly.
"Your Majesty, stop making snowmen."
Qu Watanabe: "The last one!"
Only one left to complete a row, how cute.
“…”
Xia Fuyang grabbed his wrist and went straight into the hall.
Qu Watanabe: "It's not finished yet!"
"I'll go out and massage you later," Xia Fuyang forced a smile, "Your Majesty, just rest in the palace."
He pushed Qu Dubian to the stove in the hall to warm his hands. Qu Dubian squatted down obediently and complained in a low voice: "You are really a bad person. Do you know why Ye Banban is not here? He just wanted me to take some time off, but you dragged me in."
Xia Fuyang: "Oh, that's fine, when Eunuch Ye comes, I'll ask him."
Qu Watanabe: “…”
Xia Fuyang snorted. Who would believe his lies?
It was obvious that he took advantage of Ye Xiaoyuan's absence to sneak out for a walk.
Qu Dubian changed the subject: "My name is Xi Zixing, why are you here?"
"He has something to do, so he asked me to deliver something."
Xia Fuyang handed several lists to Qu Dubian: "These are the officials selected to go to Lingbei for investigation. If Lingbei is to be connected to the inland, people from the Ministry of Works are indispensable. Even in the Ministry of Works, there are only a few people who can accurately draw maps."
Qu Dubian thought of Zhang Chansi and Guanxingsi almost instantly.
Stargazing requires proficiency in numbers, and they are also good at studying feng shui to avoid bad locations that are prone to collapse.
Speaking of which, it seems that Zhang Chansi hasn't come back yet.
He thought for a moment and said, "Send a message to the Zhang family's clan in Yangzhou, asking Zhang Chansi to come back as soon as possible. Um... bring along the young men in their clan who are good at astronomy, as there is something I need them to do."
Xia Fuyang glanced at his sick face.
After a few seconds, he said, "Okay, don't worry about it until you get better."
Qu Watanabe: "Okay. But tell me the truth, where did Xi Zixing go?"
Xia Fuyang: “…”
He looked away.
"Can't others have a little secret?"
He didn't go because he lost the game of rock-paper-scissors.
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Suburbs of Beijing.
Jing'an Temple.
A young man in a blue shirt knelt down on the 333 steps, bowing his head as he took each step.
Snow was flying all over the sky, and his hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes were all covered with frost.
The seven days before the New Year are the days for praying to Buddha at Jing'an Temple.
People who pray to Buddha need to kneel down with every step they take and worship and burn incense in the temple, so that the Buddha can listen to the voices of ordinary people.
It snowed heavily today, so few people came.
When Xi Zixing arrived at the Buddhist temple and knelt in front of the cushion, he was the only one around him and the abbot came to meet him personally.
The host sighed and said, "The donor is sincere, what do you want?"
Xi Zixing said: "I only want one person."
The host did not ask any further questions. He asked someone to light some incense and hand it to Xi Zixing. Xi Zixing put the incense in the incense burner and continued to kneel on the cushion.
He originally did not believe in gods, Buddhas, or ghosts.
Including sacrifices and burning paper, he felt that it was just a kind of sustenance for people living in the world.
but……
Xi Zixing looked at the Buddha, who had a kind face and lowered eyes.
If it really exists.
He wished that he would live a long and healthy life with few illnesses and few worries.
The blue-robed official closed his eyes and prayed.
The host sang a Buddhist verse.
jingle--
The wind chimes on the eaves rang in the wind.
The temple is serene and solemn in the falling snow.
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The night Xi Zixing went to the temple to pray.
Qu Dubian spent 250 days of his life to purchase the prank dream maker.
After the editing was completed, more than 30 ministers who had a say in the court or held important positions were selected, as well as the heads of key states and counties outside the capital.
Click to send in batches.
Alas, the content of this dream seems like flattery, which makes me blush.
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That evening.
All the important officials in the court had the same dream.
In a dream.
His Majesty carried out the selection and the selection of concubines as they wished.
As a result, within three days, His Majesty fell seriously ill and passed away. The dragon bell of the funeral rang again in the Great Zhou.
And because no crown prince was chosen before his death, the Great Zhou fell into precariousness. The ghost of the second prince came out, and the third prince waved his one arm to compete for the throne with the one-eyed blind Prince Ming.
The eldest prince's child suddenly grew up and rose up in rebellion, also wanting to fight.
The Sixth Prince came back from Zhennan Pass carrying a hoe, and the Fifth Prince imprisoned in the East Factory also broke out of the cell in a gloomy manner. The late emperor died with his eyes open, grabbing their ears and yelling, "You shouldn't force Emperor Yonghe to get married!!!"
The Great Zhou was in turmoil, with serious internal strife. Capable ministers were killed one after another, and Nanning took advantage of the situation.
The fire of national destruction is burning fiercely.
Da Zhou died.
The remaining court officials became subjects of a fallen country and had nowhere to go. Some of them committed suicide, while others flattered Nanning and lived in servility.
The dreaming minister cried and trembled in his dream, unable to control himself.
The scene changes again.
But it was His Majesty who was standing alone on the Imperial City.
The Great Zhou was prosperous and peaceful, a scene of great prosperity.
The dreaming ministers, whose hearts, livers and spleens were in great pain due to the destruction of the Great Zhou, received a little comfort.
A faint voice came from the dream:
"He is not from this world. It is rare for his weak body to remain in this world. If he forces karma, his life span will be short."
"This is my advice. You decide for yourself."
The dream ended suddenly.
The ministers who had the dream suddenly opened their eyes almost at the same time, their bodies covered in sweat, their hands trembling, their eyes full of surprise and doubt.
It took a long time before I dared to wipe the cold sweat from my forehead.
Whatever you think about during the day you will dream about at night. If it is false, it must be false.
As a result, on the way to court the next day.
Seeing that many of his colleagues were listless and yawning, he asked, "Don't talk about it. I had a nightmare last night. His Majesty, he, ah..."
"To be honest, I had a nightmare, too."
"I did that, too..."
More and more voices echoed the sentiment, and the crowd suddenly fell silent.
...No way? ?
Fang Hechuan and Lin Zongping looked at each other and pulled aside the ministers who claimed to have had a dream. "Could it be that what you dreamed of was the destruction and prosperity of the Great Zhou Dynasty?"
"!!!"
"right!"
"That's right."
There are also people talking in dreams, Your Majesty cannot connect cause and effect.
The Minister of War asked tremblingly, "Master Fang, Minister Lin, can you do it too?"
Fang Hechuan and Lin Zongping nodded.
There was silence for a moment.
If this happened to one person, it would be a nightmare, but if this happened to a group of people, it can no longer be called a nightmare. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it a precognitive dream?
God sent down a warning.
Xi Shiqiu hesitated and said, "My son went to Jing'an Temple yesterday to pray for the health of His Majesty. Could it be that..."
There is no such coincidence in the world.
Just after returning from worshipping Buddha yesterday, the important officials in the court started having the same dream the next day.
Judging from the intensity with which they are urging for the selection, His Majesty would probably agree once his illness gets a little better. Then, the contents of the dream would come true immediately.
A cold wind blew.
Many people felt disappointed.
Is your majesty really a god sent from heaven to save you from disaster?
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Ganji Palace.
Early morning.
As soon as Qu Dubian arrived, he noticed that the atmosphere in the hall was not right.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, sat down upright, finished his court session normally, and then coughed lightly a few times.
"I have considered the selection of candidates proposed by the ministers some time ago, and I think..."
"His Majesty--!!"
Lin Zongping almost jumped out and said, "I think this matter is not urgent, not urgent."
Qu Dubian said sadly: "I am not in good health, and I don't want to delay other girls, so, wait a little longer?"
"Your Majesty is wise!"
“That’s a great idea!”
"Yes, yes, wait a minute, please wait a minute."
Some people's eyes have been fixed on Prince Ming.
They saw that Prince Ming was in his prime and could have more children.
Prince Ming felt a chill on his back.
Want a child? It's not easy to choose?!
Although the Second Prince was given poisoned wine, he left behind a child. Your Majesty is weak and will have no children in the future, so you can examine the child - by the way, the eldest prince, the Prince of Dan, also has a child, who can be brought to the capital to play with.
And the princess, Princess Zhiyi, do they remember that they are going to marry the son of the Xie family? Since he is the prince consort, if they have children in the future, they can just take the princess's surname.
The fifth prince is lonely in prison. The late emperor didn't say that he couldn't marry and have children, right?
Faced with the choice between losing their country and selecting children from a side branch, they chose the latter without hesitation.
They are not fools!
In history, there are many examples of people giving up their thrones to their brothers, and there are also many examples of people adopting descendants from side branches.
Your Majesty cannot give birth, but there are plenty of people who can!
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