Chapter 277: The weak character cannot fall (1 update)

Can the little prince live up to Dequan's wishes?

Of course not.

In the East Palace, the little prince was feeding Yuangungun and the big black cat, an apple here and a dried fish there, both of them were eating very happily.

At this time, his brain was working fast. He could not help with the risks of the battlefield, but there must be no problems with food, military supplies and armaments in the early stage. There are

also problems with uncle and eldest brother. That Haritu is not an easy person to deal with.

The colorful door in the bedroom has not been opened recently. I wonder if the protective armor that I asked my sister to find last time has been found.

In addition to fodder, there are also herbs. The casualties of the lieutenant generals on the battlefield are extremely high. If there are sufficient herbs and experienced military doctors, their chances of survival will be greatly increased.

The things to prepare for war are really too complicated.

Not to mention other things, just the fodder and military supplies are complicated enough. I don’t know which minister is in charge of military supplies and escorting fodder this time. This is really not a job for humans!

If there is a slight mistake, it will be the end of the rhythm. It’s

too brain-consuming.

Lu Zexu expressed deep sympathy.

The little prince was sighing here, and Dequan came with the emperor’s oral order.

The little prince, who was originally prepared to secretly help his elder brother and uncle, widened his eyes. Am I sympathizing with myself?

No!

Absolutely not!

He absolutely cannot do this tedious, brain-consuming, early-rising-and-late-working job, which can get political achievements by winning the war!

"Your Highness, the Emperor has high hopes for you. Prince An's army is the focus of thousands of people. When he returns victorious one day, he will surely be honored, praised by the people, and supported by the officials. You are in charge of the transportation of military supplies and food, and you have also made great contributions. The Emperor and the civil and military officials will naturally see your contribution!" Dequan

said with a smile.

Who knew that the little prince was so frightened that his eyes rolled back and he fainted. With a bang, he fell to the ground.

Fulu was so frightened that he quickly stepped forward and picked up the little prince, "House doctor! Call the house doctor!"

Dequan was dumbfounded. Who could tell him what was going on?

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince actually fainted! Passed! Out!

How was he going to report to His Majesty when he returned? ?

As expected, did he misunderstand His Royal Highness the Crown Prince? His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's health really hasn't recovered yet?

However, in the morning court, the little prince and the eldest prince were so brisk that they really didn't look sick at all!

Is the Crown Prince's body so capricious?

Can he be weak if he says he is weak, and can he recover if he says he recovers?

Dequan's mind was in a mess, and he quickly asked someone to summon the imperial physician. If something happened to the prince, his life would probably be over.

The East Palace urgently summoned the imperial physician, and the director of the court really ran all the way with the medicine box, but he complained about the little prince in his heart.

If it wasn't for the late queen who saved his Jiang family, he would never have concealed the fact that the little prince pretended to be sick and weak every time.

The court physician is even more of the prince's man.

This person came from the Divine Doctor Valley because of the last epidemic, when a miracle medicine appeared in the capital, saving the lives of countless people. The court physician came from the Valley of Miraculous Doctors, and he is the son of the valley master. He is the most talented one in the valley.

It's just that his way is a bit wild and unconventional. He always likes to use some folk remedies and take unconventional ways.

Hearing about the power of the magic medicine, he went all the way to the capital, and even found the eldest prince's mansion. When Lu Ze'an heard about this man's origin, he kept him in the mansion.

Later, the little prince was caned, and the eldest prince was worried about his brother's condition, so he sent this quack doctor over.

Then, the little prince learned to pretend to be sick, faint, and weak, and he vomited blood from time to time. It can be said that he pretended to be weak and sickly and that he would not live long, and even deceived countless doctors.

This is all the effect of the various small pills secretly made by this quack doctor.

Especially for vomiting blood, the small red pill is the most useful, but after such a long time, those few have been used up, so this time he can only pretend to be faint.

The court doctor was only seven or eight years older than the little prince. He was tall and graceful, dressed in white. He didn't care about superiority or inferiority, but he was particularly sympathetic to the little prince's temper. The two got along very well.

Outside the bedroom, Dequan was anxiously running around like an ant. Inside the bedroom, the little prince was eating spicy strips and drinking fat-house happy water.

Even Fulu, who had been anxious and worried just now, was now holding a pickled pepper phoenix claw in his hand, chewing until his nose was sweating. It was really too spicy, but the spicier it was, the more he wanted to eat.

The court doctor who hurried over was eating tomato-flavored potato chips, making a crunching sound while eating, and he looked like he was enjoying it.

"Shen Yi, is your little red pill ready? I need it urgently!"

The little prince's eyes were filled with sorrow. What was wrong with his father? He didn't use so many ministers in the court, but he actually exploited a child who just turned 13!

In the words of his sister, he is a minor now!

He is still a child!

How can he bear such a burden?

Are those ministers in the court just eating for a living?

They take salaries but do nothing!

The little prince was very angry. He definitely could not accept military supplies and escorting food and fodder!

Lu Zexu was so angry that he ate the spicy strips as if he was chewing an elbow.

The court doctor was happily eating potato chips. Hearing this, he took out a small porcelain bottle from the medicine box and threw it over. "It's done. It's enough for you to vomit 100 times."

The little prince was very satisfied. He must put the hat of being weak and sickly on his head.

Fulu, who was gnawing chicken feet on the side, paused. In his heart, he actually felt a little sympathy for the emperor and the princes, who were always played by the crown prince like this.

The court doctor sympathized with the imperial physician who was responsible for treating the little prince, and the people who were about to be frightened by the little prince. He saw the excitement and said, "Eat two at a time, there will be a surprise."

The little prince's eyes lit up, and he even forgot to eat the spicy strips. "What surprise?"

The court doctor raised his head, poured all the remaining potato chips in the bag into his mouth, and continued to eat.

"You will know when the time comes. It is guaranteed to be an experience you have never had before."

The little prince was a little excited.

"Jiang Yuanzheng! Jiang Yuanzheng! You are finally here. Please go and see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. His Royal Highness

just fainted!" Dequan hurriedly pulled Jiang Yuanzheng to the inner hall. He was very anxious.

When the three people in the room heard this, the little prince quickly jumped onto the bed, opened the quilt and crawled in. He closed his eyes and looked calm.

Fulu quickly put away the snacks for the three people and stuffed them into the cabinet on the side.

The court doctor Shen Yi had already sat down at the table and picked up a pen to write a prescription.

When the door of the bedroom was pushed open, Fulu was already standing by the bed with a freshly washed towel in his hand, ready to wipe the sweat off the little prince.

Jiang Yuanzheng simply couldn't bear to watch, and put his hand on the little prince's wrist. He twitched his beard and pretended to be quite serious.

Dequan said cautiously, "Yuanzheng, what's wrong with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

Jiang Yuanzheng stroked his beard, "Nothing, it's just that the weather has been bad these days, and His Royal Highness is depressed, which has consumed his mind and overworked. Take some medicine and rest more." Dequan first

breathed a sigh of relief, and then his mind was full of questions. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has been eating and drinking in the East Palace or in the Imperial Manor during this period. How could he be exhausted?

How could he be overworked?

But Yuanzheng always said so.

Dequan's journey back to the palace to fulfill his mission was really foggy and full of twists and turns.

In the end, he could only take Jiang Yuanzheng's words back verbatim.

Lu Chengtian was furious when he heard this!