Alzheimer's?
This thought hit Fang Zhengyi like a bolt from the blue.
Emperor Jing was obviously in good health when he passed away. How could such a thing suddenly happen after more than a year?
If this is the disease, there is no cure...
"Don't worry, bro. It's nothing serious. It's just like that at your age."
"Let me observe." Fang Zheng frowned.
At this time, the door of the study was pushed open and King Wu walked out, looking a little tired.
The other party pointed inside the door.
Fang Zheng hurriedly ordered the guard at the door to keep an eye on King Wu and went straight into the study.
As soon as I entered the study, I was greeted by Emperor Jing’s smiling face.
"Sit down."
As soon as Fang Zheng sat down, he saw teacups and teapots on the table and quickly poured a cup of tea for Emperor Jing.
Her eyes were fixed on his hands intentionally or unintentionally.
"Father, have some tea."
Emperor Jing praised it with a lot of words, picked up the teacup and took a sip.
The hand holding the tea was trembling slightly.
This should be the hand of a warrior...
Fang Zhengyi suddenly felt sad.
The hero grows old and is ultimately no match for the sharp knife of time.
After drinking his tea, Emperor Jing said, "Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Zhengyi. Your greetings..."
"That's nothing. I live on filial piety!"
Emperor Jing laughed loudly and waved his hand, saying, "I want to ask you, how did you write these memorials? They are never repeated, and you even added two wonderful verses to celebrate the festival."
"I once had a dream in which Wenquxing came down to earth. I saw that you didn't study much, but your writing is so brilliant. It seems that you might have been Wenquxing in your previous life."
"It seems that my secret has been discovered by my father." Fang Zheng smiled.
Emperor Jing was stunned: "I said you are the god of literature, how can you be so immodest?"
"Who says I'm not?"
"You...what do you mean? Tell me quickly!"
"You are joking, Father. I am not some literary star descended from the heavens. I just have a lot of life experiences. I will tell you about them when I have time. By the way, Father, why don't you ask about the situation on the battlefield in the west?"
"Yes... The report on the battlefield was too brief. Please explain it to me in detail."
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