It was already noon when Huan Ji and Cheng He returned to the palace, Cheng He ran to bring some food, and Huan Ji hurriedly finished eating.

Recently, there have been a lot fewer twists and turns, not like the beginning of the change, at that time, although all the major affairs of the government were handed over to Uncle Yang alone, but some people can always hand over the folds through various channels, so it is not difficult to know the weight in the hands of these people.

Huan Ji looked at the twists and turns on the case, opened a quick browsing, handed it to Cheng He, and asked him to take it down directly to burn it, although Uncle Yang was not in the house, but there was still Chang Shi He in his house first, Huan Ji had already said that he would not participate in the change of law, and everything would be decided by Uncle Yang. Huan Ji asked Cheng He to find some household registration books sent by various prefectures, counties and counties, and read them carefully.

After about a quarter of an hour, Huan Ji suddenly felt sleepy, got up and returned to the back, lay down on the bed casually, closed his eyes and began to fall asleep.

I don't know how long it took, someone seemed to be talking in his ears, and Huan Ji tried to open his eyes to take a look, but he couldn't. Cheng He shouted anxiously, he was basking in the sun on the steps outside the door, and the sun was most comfortable on his body at this time.

After two hours like this, Chenghe wanted to go in and pour a cup of tea for Huan Ji, he knew that Huan Ji would forget all about it when he read the book.

Chenghe walked into the study and found that there were still scrolls on the desk, but the emperor was gone, he had been sitting at the door, and the emperor did not come out. Cheng He walked straight to the back, and it turned out that the emperor was asleep.

"I'm tired, too, I haven't slept well in the past four years, people are not iron, let's sleep well for a while, I'll come back later." Cheng He muttered while covering Huan Ji with a quilt, walked out and sat on the steps again.

It was really breezy and the clouds were light, and a row of geese flew neatly overhead. Cheng He was half lying down comfortably, thinking silently in his heart: "This child is really not easy." "Huan Ji is the one he takes care of, although he picked up a Zihua, but he always feels that Huan Ji seems to be more important, and a country is carried on his shoulders.

The sun slowly set in the west, Chenghe got up and walked in again, and wondered a little: "The emperor is not so sleepy on weekdays, what is going on today?" No, I'll go in and have a look. ”

Although Cheng He is old, his feet are stable, he walked into the back hall in a few steps, Huan Ji was still lying motionless on the bed, without the slightest intention of waking up, Cheng He approached his side and called softly: "Your Majesty, wake up quickly." ”

Huan Ji didn't move, he was still motionless, Cheng He was startled, hurriedly stretched out his finger and put it among his people, and gave another breath: "It's okay, it's okay, it's probably too tired, but sleeping so old is not good for the body, so let's wake up." ”

Cheng He screamed a few more times, and finally Huan Ji's eyes seemed to roll, but his eyes remained closed, and there was no sign of opening them. Cheng He was a little panicked, and hurriedly ran out to call the guards, and asked the guards to call the imperial doctor.

As soon as the imperial doctors in the hospital heard that the emperor seemed to be sick, they hurriedly put the medicine box on their backs and rushed to the study. Cheng He stood by the bedside and asked the imperial doctor to step forward.

Who knew that after the first imperial doctor finished diagnosing the pulse, he frowned and shook his head, Cheng He was puzzled, grabbed the imperial doctor's hand, and asked, "How is the emperor?" Why hasn't he woken up yet? ”

The imperial doctor thought for a while, then shook his head, and said after a while: "I ask for your forgiveness, I am only a shallow learner, and I have not been able to find the cause of the emperor's illness." ”

"This ...... Next. Cheng He shouted loudly.

Another imperial doctor walked up, stretched out three withered fingers, and put them on Huan Ji's wrist, his face became more and more ugly, and then he shook his head for a while.

Cheng He really wanted to scold a few times when he saw it, the government spent money to let them treat the emperor, but now they are so virtuous.

"Next." Cheng He didn't want to ask him anymore, so he directly called the next imperial doctor to diagnose the emperor.

More than a dozen imperial doctors stood by the curtain with ugly faces, and Cheng He had a black face, did these imperial doctors take the money and food funded by the government one by one, but they did not study medicine well? I raised them on weekdays, but now I want to use them, but it's useless.

"I've never seen this disease, my pulse is weak, and it's like a loss of vitality, but if it's a loss of vitality, I won't be awake all the time."

All the imperial doctors shook their heads, no one dared to draw conclusions at will, once because of their own diagnosis, and caught irrelevant drugs, did not cure the disease, but did not cause anything else, but it was just that, if there was a mistake with the medicine, murdering the emperor's life is a big crime of the nine clans, and no one wants to risk their lives.

Suddenly, someone from the Imperial Physician said, "I suspect that it is because the body is hollowed out and difficult to maintain for a while, so the body begins to dormant in order to achieve temporary replenishment." ”

It turned out to be Imperial Doctor Mao, who had only recently entered the Tai Hospital, this person was very young, because he helped the people treat simple diseases without charging money, so he became famous, and was later admitted to the Tai Hospital by Huan Ji, so that he could learn medical skills. Now seeing him say this, the rest of the imperial doctors have looked at the jokes, this is a big crime of the Nine Clans.

As if he had seen a savior, Cheng He hurriedly came to Imperial Doctor Mao's side and asked, "Do you have any way to cure the emperor?" ”

Imperial Doctor Mao shook his head: "I am afraid that no one in the world can cure this disease, and the body will suffer a slight loss, but it can be slowly recovered by the essence of heaven and earth. Looking at the emperor's appearance, he has begun to fall into a muddy, I'm afraid that there is no medicine for the stone. ”

Cheng He suddenly took a few steps back and said, "But what can I do?" But what can be done! ”

"I can only temporarily use the power of the medicine stone to hold a breath, but I don't dare to guarantee it in the future."

"Okay, hurry up and grab the medicine, there must be a way to cure the emperor's illness!" Cheng He shouted loudly like a drowning man grabbing a piece of dead wood, and then waved his hand again, signaling all the imperial doctors to go down.

Everyone went out, Cheng He squatted on the side of the bed again, and called Huan Ji softly, Huan Ji seemed to blink his eyes again, but he didn't wake up, so anxious that Cheng He spun around on the ground.

Cheng He knew that the news of the emperor's illness could not be spread yet, and Uncle Yang did not preside over the overall situation in the court, once the news came out, he was afraid that someone would take the opportunity to make trouble, so he could only wait for Imperial Doctor Mao, hoping that his medicine could make the emperor sober up.

After a while, Imperial Doctor Mao rushed in.

"Where's the medicine?"

"I've already handed it over and let it be fried," Imperial Doctor Mao hesitated for a while, and then said, "Father-in-law, I don't know if it will have an effect, if this medicine is ineffective, I'm afraid it will ......."

"I'm afraid of what?" Chenghe asked anxiously.

"On the one hand, this medicine stimulates the emperor's physical potential, and you also know that once it is useless, I am afraid that the emperor will ......."

Chenghe was silent, he knew what Imperial Doctor Mao meant, but now there is only this dangerous move, otherwise the emperor will not wake up for a day, and no one will be able to preside over the overall situation of the court, and there will be endless disasters.

"That's all there is to it, Imperial Doctor Mao, remember, today's events must not be passed on. Go down first. ”

Imperial Doctor Mao bowed and retreated. Cheng He prayed silently: "Bless the emperor, let him wake up!" ”

A maid walked in with a medicine bowl, and Chenghe took it, waving her to retreat.

I saw that the potion in the bowl was muddy, and from time to time it emitted a fishy smell. Cheng He hesitated again, he looked at Huan Ji who was lying motionless on the bed, should he take this risk? Cheng He licked his somewhat dry lips, and his hands trembled slightly.

He gritted his teeth, and finally made up his mind, he knew Huan Ji best, rather than letting him lie half-dead like this, it was better to fight, maybe the ancestors and ancestors blessed him and let him be fine.

Cheng He gently helped Huan Ji up, scooped some medicinal juice with a spoon and put it in his mouth, a fishy smell quickly exploded in his mouth, Cheng He frowned slightly, and then gently sent the medicine to Huan Ji's mouth, fed him to drink, the corners of Huan Ji's mouth oozed some medicinal juice, Cheng He quickly wiped it with Jinpa, and finally this bowl of medicine was fed, Cheng He knew that the next thing was to rely on the emperor's creation.

Cheng He walked out of the study again as if nothing had happened, and sat cross-legged on the steps, unable to let people know the news.

Everything is normal in the palace, but Chenghe, who has lived in the palace for almost a lifetime, knows best that this time is the most dangerous time, once the emperor ...... Next is the succession of the new emperor, if it is normal, this matter is naturally a matter of course, but now it is different, Huan Ji has not established a prince so far, and the turmoil caused by the change has not completely passed, and those people are still hiding like mice.

"Your Majesty, you must hold on."

In the evening, the afterglow of the sun fills the palace, and the glazed tiles on the roof are shining with golden light. The sun was slowly approaching the top of the mountain, and half of his face had already burrowed into the mountain. A cloud rose from the horizon and quickly opened until it covered the entire sky.

"It's going to rain." Cheng He got up and walked in, his heart worried.

Huan Ji was still lying still, motionless, but his heartbeat seemed to have become a lot stronger, and Cheng He couldn't help but be a little happy in his heart: "This medicine is useful, the emperor should wake up soon!" ”

Cheng He hurriedly ran out to the imperial dining room to get some food, and the people in the imperial dining room were not surprised, they all knew that the emperor had daily meals in the study, because he wanted to save time to deal with government affairs.

Chenghe put down his food and sat on the edge of the bed again.

I don't know when, it suddenly rained outside, and the raindrops knocked on the doors and windows, causing a burst of heart palpitations, accompanied by lightning and thunder from time to time.

Suddenly, Huan Ji's tightly closed lips squirmed, and Cheng He hurriedly leaned over.

"Sir...... Mr. ...... "Slowly fell silent again."

"Your Majesty, what do you want to say, tell me." Cheng He suddenly choked up.

Huan Ji's eyes finally opened a little: "Uncle He, Sheng'er...... Sheng'er ......" His voice slowly faded away, and he couldn't say the last word.

Huan Ji's eyes were completely closed, Cheng He cried loudly, holding Huan Ji's hand that slowly softened, and cried until he fainted.

The raindrops outside were even bigger, as if bidding farewell to the hard-working Emperor Shengming.

In the autumn of the fourth year of Jingtai, Huan Ji died at the age of thirty-four!