"Your Highness, it's okay, don't eat it, this thing shouldn't be eaten too much!" Qingnong anxiously reminded Zhu Biao again.

The scholar's broken Chinese spread to every corner of the main hall: "The warriors of Goryeo can eat a clay pot of Beizhi." I've always heard that villains slander the Ming prince and can't be martial arts......"

"Shut up! The crown prince of the Ming Dynasty is also a subject like you who can be judged? Are you tired of being alive? ”

Zhu Zhang's eyes widened angrily, and Zhu Rong also took the case.

Zhu Fan and Zhu Zhu have great respect for the crown prince, and Goryeo is only a small country, how can they tolerate such nonsense from scholars?

The scholar shut up, and the Central Plains books he had read turned page by page in front of him. He only knew the clothes and etiquette of the Central Plains, but he didn't know that the Han people saluted first and then soldiers.

Li Shilu lowered his head and pondered, this fire has finally burned, can he really only stand by and watch?

No, he had to turn to King Yan for help.

"Your Highness, persuade the King of Qin and the King of Jin. The Koreans just don't understand the Han culture, and they are reckless for a while......"

Before the words fell, the prince Zhu Biao planted his head on the table.

"Big brother!" King Qin, King Jin, and King Yan shouted and rushed towards Zhu Biao at the same time. Redstone quickly followed.

"Call the Imperial Doctor! Call the Imperial Doctor! King Jin had a hideous face and screamed by his neck.

Qingnong, King Qin and King Yan helped the prince with all hands and feet, and lay flat on the ground.

"Second brother, third brother, my friend has excellent medical skills, let him take a look first!" Zhu Di pushed the ancient red stone in front of Zhu Biao.

Zhu Biao's eyes were closed, his complexion was purple, his limbs were cold, and his nose was bleeding. Because he had just fallen on the table, he had a large bruise on his forehead.

Redstone felt his pulse, anxious and weak. He immediately tapped several times on Zhu Biao's person and Guan Yuan's acupoint.

A breath came out of Zhu Biao's throat, and he opened his eyes.

"Big brother!" Zhu Biao's three younger brothers shouted in unison again, but this time, they all pinched their throats, as if they were treating a bird that had just come out of the shell.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Biao said weakly.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is fine." Redstone smiled.

The prince saved him, and now he has saved the prince. A kind of reciprocation and gratification made him happy in his heart.

"The prince was hit by heat stroke, the wind and heat entered the lungs from the muscles, the heat was mixed with dampness, and he ate spicy things, and the heat convulsions occurred......"

Zhu stood up suddenly, picked up the large plate of Beizhi, and prepared to walk in front of the Koreans and stuff all the Beizhi into their mouths.

Hongshi glanced at it and shouted, "His Royal Highness King Jin, wait! ”

Zhu put the plate on the table again, like throwing away a hot potato, not because he wanted to return a tooth for a tooth, he didn't want to touch the things of the Koreans at all.

Redstone leaned down and brought his nose to the side.

The bright red pepper dominates the crowd and obscures the essence of other foods with its unrivalled strong smell.

Redstone pinched two small sticks and put them in his mouth to savor.

A faint bitterness struggles tenaciously and stands out from the sour and spicy.

"It's ginseng!" Redstone exclaimed.

"Ginseng?" The younger brothers screamed at the same time.

Zhu stretched out his angry hand to the plate again.

"Redstone, help me. I'll carry my eldest brother to the house to rest! Zhu Di knew that the next scene would be very unfavorable to Zhu Biao's recovery, and planned to let Zhu Biao avoid it.

"Let the villain come!" Qingnong easily picked up the Zhu Biao.

Zhu Fan took a hand, but he had no intention of leaving.

When the Koreans saw the prince fainting, they all panicked.

Originally, they just wanted to teach the people of the Central Plains a lesson, but they didn't expect the dignified future monarch to be so vulnerable.

They know they're in trouble, but they don't know how to clean up the mess.

Twelve-year-old Jia Huizhong didn't dare to cry anymore, and there were two lines of undried tears on his face.

The bearded man had lost his majesty, and his beard seemed to have been shortened a lot by fear.

The scholar's face was blue and white for a while, and the crying was blocked back by fear, and the fear of trembling alone turned into cold and hairy fear.

He came up with the idea. He knew how destructive he was, and without him there would be no catastrophe.

"You, eat it!" Zhu raised his eyebrows, pricked up his ears, slanted his eyes, raised his nostrils, and grinned.

He didn't allow any part of his face to be as comfortable as usual, and he raised troops for a thousand days, and when he used them, he wanted them to scare the Koreans.

"I, I eat! I eat! The scholar grabbed a handful of straw like a chicken coop and stuffed it into his mouth.

The spicy taste jumped up and down, and he was still unwilling to find his nostrils and throat, and two lines of tears were forced to flow from the corners of the scholar's eyes.

He coughed violently, but he was afraid that the pinnacle in his mouth would be squirted out by him, so he had to cover his mouth tightly with his hand and stuff the pinnacle with saliva and snot back into place in time.

Under Zhu Zhang's leading smile, the people of the Central Plains laughed.

This laughter is half sincere, and half is not daring not to laugh.

The feelings of the Japanese and the Chen Dynasty are particularly complicated, uncomfortable, sympathetic, sad, fearful, and worried, but the most prominent thing is that they are glad that they lost in the first round of the cockfight, and that they can't grow anything else on their land.

Zhu Biao's condition came and went, and Hongshi tried his best to cure Zhu Biao, but Zhu Biao became weaker and weaker day by day.

Hongshi found that Zhu Biao was not only suffering from heat stroke, not only was the person participating in the heat, but there was also a lesion that could not be discovered.

"Your Highness," Hongshi said to Zhu Di, "I have relieved the crown prince's heat and cleared his mind, but there are still some problems with his body, and I can't find out what they are." ”

Zhu frowned, he seemed to be the younger brother who was most worried about the prince's condition.

"Hurry up and send the eldest brother back to Kyoto, the imperial doctor will definitely have a way!"

Zhu Fan had a lot of complaints about Zhu Di and Gu Hongshi: "When the eldest brother first came, he just had wind fever, and he was seriously ill after eating people, but he didn't have no medicine to treat!" Fourth brother, you want to leave your eldest brother behind, your subordinates are really miracle doctors? ”

"Second brother, I ......" Zhu Di's vision and determination couldn't be shown in front of his brother.

The older brother will always be able to handle things better than the younger brother.

"Second brother, don't blame the fourth brother, it's important to escort the eldest brother back to the capital!" Zhu said, "Or I will personally escort my eldest brother back." ”

"Don't go, I'll go," Zhu Fan calmed his face and picked up the burden of being the master of the house, "The eldest brother had an accident with me, of course I escorted him back." Hurry back to your respective domains! ”

"And those Koreans, I can't let them go yet!" Zhu gritted his teeth.

"Well, if the eldest brother's health doesn't get better for a day, they can't leave a step!" Zhu Di echoed, "I'll escort them back to the capital together, and let my father dispose of them!" ”

Deng was overjoyed, and her pride and laughter were held back in her heart for three days.

She was extremely appreciative of her cleverness and boldness.

If it weren't for her, would the Koreans have been duly punished?

If it weren't for her, wouldn't the hatred of the dark clouds and snow only be written off?

If it weren't for her, how could the Tessen banquet be so magnificent, laughing when she should laugh, crying when she should cry, afraid of being afraid, and making a fool of herself.

The most important thing is that if it weren't for her, how could the prince be sick?

Deng took out a set of her carefully treasured clothes from the box.

Whenever she encounters a happy event, she must wear this gorgeous costume, and only this gorgeous costume can match her joy.

She got dressed and stood in front of the mirror, what a noble dress, what a noble face! Who else can wear the beauty of this outfit except her, and who else can deserve its nobility?

She spun around a few times, the corners of her fluttering skirt whirring, and she felt like she was floating up on the clouds.

Zhu Fan walked into the house absentmindedly, and he came to bid farewell to the Deng family.

"What are you doing? What do you do in this dress? Big brother, they're still there! Zhu Fan grabbed the spinning Deng Shi, and Deng Shi staggered to a halt.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, you have come just in time! The concubine has something to tell you! Deng threw himself into Zhu Fan's arms like a little sparrow.

Zhu Fan grabbed Deng's arms with both hands and tore her apart.

Deng's unreasonableness and lack of knowledge of words and emotions more or less hurt his love for her.

Deng didn't notice Zhu Zhang's gloomy face at all, her joy was so dazzling, it illuminated herself, the whole room, and Zhu Zhang's face.

"Your Highness, the concubine has made a meritorious contribution this time!" Deng didn't want to tell King Qin about her earth-shattering behavior, not out of low profile, but out of self-preservation.

Secretly slaughtering a fighting participating in a big tournament is not a fair thing in itself.

What's more, she also knows that the chickens and dogs on the field are harmless, but destroying the friendly exchanges between the two countries may anger the emperor.

But she couldn't hold it anymore, she didn't expect a piece of pie to fall from the sky that she couldn't even think of.

The web she had woven with restraint was getting heavier and heavier, the holes were getting bigger and bigger, and the secret was like a fish jumping alive, scrambling to squeeze out.

"I don't have time to listen to your nonsense, let me tell you, I have to send my eldest brother to the capital, let's go now!" Zhu Fan let go of the Deng clan and turned around to leave.

"Your Highness, what's the hurry?" Deng grabbed Zhu Zhang's clothes on his back.

"What do you mean by that?" Zhu Fan turned his head and looked at Deng impatiently.

"Your Highness, don't you know what it means when you look at the concubine's clothes?" Deng took a step back so that Zhu Fan could take a closer look. This is a set of queen clothes.

"Nonsense, take it off!" Zhu Fan took a step forward and reached out to pull the gorgeous clothes on Deng's body.

Deng dodged to the side unhurriedly, she knew her husband, she knew how to deal with him.

"Your Highness, the fighting cocks in Goryeo were slaughtered by the concubines!"

Zhu Fan's hand hung in the air, his originally upset and tightly biting mouth opened wide, and his originally absent-minded eyes fell on Deng's face.

"Your Highness, come, sit down! Listen to the concubine talk to you slowly. Deng smiled mysteriously and pulled Zhu Fan to sit on the edge of the bed together.