"Military Aircraft Division?"

In the British Mansion, Zhang Weixian first hastily coped with the holy decree, and then put down the wine glass, and the previous drunken appearance disappeared, replaced by a deep face:

Zhang Weixian, who was just seventeen years old this year, walked into the main hall and wondered: "What is this, I want my father to go to the Qianqing Palace every day." ”

"Your Majesty's meaning, it should be to seize power..."Saying that, Zhang Weixian was filled with a glass of wine by himself, drank it all, his face was still sober, and said:

"When His Majesty first succeeded to the throne, he asked me to recruit new troops from the Beijing camp and Suwei to train the Yongwei battalion, and later said that I would add additional ministers in Xinuan Pavilion, I felt strange."

"Now it seems that this was planned by His Majesty a long time ago."

Seeing his father's solemn expression, Zhang Weixian was a little scared and said:

"That's... Father went to talk to His Majesty, find an excuse, or don't go! ”

"Not going?" Zhang Weixian turned his head to look at him, sneered, and then sighed:

"The more I don't want to get involved in political affairs, the more Your Majesty wants to push me into the fire pit, you treat me as Yuan Chonghuan, find a reason why the general will not be subject to the king's life outside, and Your Majesty's holy decree will not listen if you don't listen to it."

"What's more, what can be avoided for a lifetime!"

After speaking, Zhang Weixian shook his head, seemed to be a little disappointed in Zhang Shize, and said unhappily:

"You, in the end, you still owe a lot of thought, we are a British public family, and we deal with people, and some things are not said casually."

The latter was flustered in his heart and hurriedly said:

"Father's teachings, children remember!"

The voice landed, and the main hall fell into a brief silence.

Zhang Weixian could predict that the Emperor of the Apocalypse set up the Military Aircraft Department, which was a big move, and he was cautious for most of his life, just because he didn't want the British public family to fall behind in the political struggle.

After all, he didn't trust Zhang Shize very much.

It's okay that he was forced into the military plane, but a hundred years later, Zhang Shize took the title, this kid didn't have such a high consciousness, he was afraid that he would be taken to the ditch.

After a while, Zhang Weixian finally reacted.

He looked down at his legs, thoughtfully, but suddenly got up, picked up the saber hanging on the wall, and walked directly out of the mansion.

......

"What did you say?" In the military engine room of Xinuan Pavilion, Zhu Youxiao was stunned when he heard this, frowned and confirmed again:

"Is this true?"

"Master, it's true!" Wang Chaofu seemed to understand something, and said with a trembling body:

"The English Duke rode his horse to patrol the camp last night, and suddenly encountered a strong wind, and his mount was frightened and fell off his horse."

"Broken?"

"It's said to be broken..."

In the face of the Emperor of the Apocalypse's aggressive questioning, even Wang Chaofu didn't dare to say too much, and he was cowardly for a while, and his attitude was ambiguous.

"It's just that it's not decided whether it's broken or not."

Zhu Youxiao muttered to himself, pondered for a moment, got up with his hands, looked out of the window along the morning light that penetrated the eaves, and said:

"Didn't I ask Wei Zhongxian and Xu Xianchun to change the number of imperial doctors in the Tai Hospital a while ago, and tell Wei Zhongxian to choose a Tai Doctor and go to the British Mansion to have a look."

Wang Chaofu wiped his sweat and turned to leave Xinuan Pavilion.

Within an hour, Wei Zhongxian took the imperial doctor to the mansion of the British public Zhang Weixian in person.

Seeing that the imperial doctor was looking at Zhang Weixian, Wei Zhongxian's donkey face moved, and he said with a smile:

"The injury is not light..."

Zhang Shize stood aside, and didn't dare to say too much, for fear that something would go wrong, so he laughed: "Yes, yes..."

Hearing this, Wei Zhongxian glanced at him, and smiled again with a scheming smile, but he didn't say much.

"How? Imperial Physician Zheng. ”

"Back to the factory, this time—"

When Imperial Physician Zheng said this, he glanced at Wei Zhongxian with low eyebrows, and found that his face was as usual, and he secretly thought in his heart before he said:

"It's really not a light injury."

"Let the Governor see..."

Wei Zhongxian said, and then stepped forward to observe carefully, at this moment, Zhang Weixian, who was lying on the couch, groaned, listening to the sound, it should be extremely painful.

Zhang Weixian groaned, pulling the quilt with one hand, it seemed that he wanted to cover himself, but because of his lack of strength, the quilt was taken off and fell to the ground.

Wei Zhongxian took a few steps back, sighed, and exclaimed:

"Blood! Where does this blood come from, whose blood is this?! ”

Zhang Shixian and Imperial Physician Zheng looked at it when they heard this, and sure enough, they found that Zhang Weixian's side was wet and scarlet.

He was also curious in his heart, could it be that his father was so old, and he deliberately acted out a bedwetting scene.

Imperial Physician Zheng took advantage of the situation, put his palm on the couch, blinked his eyes, and received Wei Zhongxian's instructions, only then did he suddenly withdraw his hand, screamed, and knelt on the ground:

"Not only did the British man break his leg, but he also had kidney disease, and he couldn't move around anymore, so he needed to recuperate..."

"In that case, the governor will go back to the palace to pay homage to the saint."

Wei Zhongxian focused on strengthening the tone of the word 'saint', and finally glanced at Zhang Weixian, who was lying on the couch and moaning, as if he was going to die directly in the next moment.

With a sneer, he walked out of the British mansion.

......

"Your body is so bad, you can't fall it?"

Zhu Youxiao read the prescription prescribed by the imperial doctor, his face was full of suspicion, and he really didn't believe it in his heart.

Judging from his performance when he called Zhang Weixian to recruit a new army last time, this kid doesn't look like a person with such a deep city.

The Xinuan Pavilion was as silent as death, and the Emperor of the Apocalypse hid in the shadows of the afternoon sun in the pavilion, unable to see his expression clearly.

The cold sweat had already penetrated the hem of Imperial Physician Zheng's clothes and entered his eyes, so astringent that he blinked again and again, but he didn't dare to reach out to wipe it.

Wei Wei Nuo explained:

"The Yellow Emperor's Neijing says that people with kidney disease have a large abdomen and swollen shins, coughing and wheezing heavily."

"The waterway invades the spleen and stomach and becomes swollen, the external invasion of the muscles is swollen, the pan and the middle focus is vomiting, and then the upper focus is wheezing.

"The minister is the British public examination today, if the kidney disease is not early-"

"Alright, you can keep these words for others."

The Emperor of the Apocalypse directly interrupted his words, and when he heard this, Imperial Physician Zheng's face suddenly turned pale, and he almost fell backwards directly.

Wei Zhongxian stood aside and didn't say a word.

"Since the British Duke is so seriously ill, it will be difficult for me to ask him to enter the military engine room again, but in the military aircraft area, there must always be a lord in charge of the army."

Zhu Youxiao turned around, walked back to the throne step by step, and said:

"In this way, I have a candidate in my heart, Zhang Shize, the son of Zhang Weixian, who is young and promising, so I will ask him to be on duty on behalf of his father."

Speaking of this, Zhu Youxiao looked at Wei Zhongxian and smiled:

"What do you think?"

"Uh..."

Hearing this, Wei Zhongxian felt that he was a little clever but was mistaken by being smart, and he was put on a rope by the Emperor of the Apocalypse, which could be tightened little by little at any time.

Loose and tight, it is in the will of the Emperor of the Apocalypse.

Wei Zhongxian's face was gloomy, and he looked forward and backward for a long time before he made up his mind and said:

"What the master said is that the British public is seriously ill, and this is also a diagnosis from the imperial doctor, and he cannot enter the military engine room again."

"That being the case, Zhang Weixian's prestige among the sons of the lords is also sufficient, and it is reasonable to ask him to come to be on duty on behalf of his father."

"Since the factory ministers have said so, then let the celebrant draft the decree, right?"

The celebrant drafted the decree, which means that the decree still has to go through the cabinet, and when the news came out, the officials were all relieved.

It seems that this military aircraft department is really used to deal with major military affairs?

However, it was the British public Zhang Weixian, who was at home with a confused face, and he always felt that he had let the Emperor of the Apocalypse play a trick to capture him.

Tell that kid to be on duty on his behalf, and he won't be left in the pit?!

Suddenly, Zhang Weixian thought about it again, in fact, this is not a bad thing.

Zhang Shize first learned from those old drivers in the military aircraft department, and he may be able to learn a little bit of the essence, and being by the emperor's side all day long, snoring and drinking, also contributes to the prestige of the British public department.

Even if he really pokes out some basket, he can still carry it for him while his father is not dead.