Shousuke is sick!

It set off a small storm in the court of the Ming Dynasty.

By the middle of April, Zhang Juzheng, who had been ill for a long time, felt that his body was getting weaker and weaker, and he was no longer able to perform the duties of the first assistant, and after careful consideration, he finally handed the emperor "The Beggar Returns to Lishu", saying that "I hope that the saint is merciful, forgive the ministers without pretentiousness, know that the courtiers are not ready, give the bones early, and return to the township......

Shuli's tone was extremely sad and sad. After the emperor saw it, he personally issued a decree and ordered the celebrant eunuch to send it to Zhang's mansion.

Originally, Empress Dowager Li had issued an edict to keep Zhang Juzheng's illness strictly confidential, but in order to show his concern for Shoufu, Zhu Yijun also specially ordered someone to copy a copy of the song and send it to the newspaper. Zhang Juzheng's "The Beggar Returns to Lishu" was published in the newspaper together with the above holy edict. In this way, officials all over the world know that Zhang Juzheng is seriously ill and seems to be suffering from an incurable disease, and the emperor's favor for this teacher is also very trusting as always.

As early as more than a month ago, officials in the capital set up a dojo to pray for the first assistant. Like the right attendant of the Ministry of Works, Lang Qianpu, insisted on setting up the Guanyin altar in Zhaoning Temple, hanging banners and beating bells and chimes for three days. Although at that time, although many people praised Qian Pu's clear heart and eyes, he was sincere to Shoufu. But more officials think that he is a sycophant, some ridicule, some jokes, in a word, everything to say.

But now that they see the emperor's edict, everyone thinks that Qian Pu is still prescient. As a result, those who said cool things at the beginning now want to fight for a hand in order to seek some benefits from it, at least it will not bring any harm to themselves. For a time, hundreds of temples and palaces in the capital, large and small, were almost all wrapped up by various yamen officials to pray for the first assistant, some of them set up altars, some of them did dojos, and even some people did not go to the yamen during the day to order Mao, but took off their official robes, changed into green clothes and rushed to the temple to sing scriptures and pray for blessings.

Among these people, there are both second-class officials and officials who can't get on the stage, all of them are busy and sighing, and they are all there to pray for the blessing of the first assistant. Soon, this blessing wind blew to Nanjing, and although the officials who stayed in the capital were clearer, they were afraid of the officials who were looking for bones in the eggs, and they were even more afraid of the villain who was bent on climbing up to make a small report. Therefore, they are all swarming to copy Beijing's model, or to fund alone or gather members to pray for blessings and disasters for the first assistant, and the originally quiet and inactive street market is suddenly very restless.

The officials and officials of the two capitals are like this, how can the high-ranking officials in various localities be willing to lag behind?

At first, it was Tongzhou Dayi, and then it spread to the small counties in the border area, and all of them built dojos. And for a time, Qin, Jin, Chu, Henan, Zhejiang, Jiangxi, Yunnan, Guizhou and other parts of the country passed into Beijing, and nine times out of ten they greeted Shoufu.

But these blessings did nothing to alleviate Zhang Juzheng's condition. In the face of all this, Zhang Juzheng was not only not moved, but more worried, especially after reading those activities to pray for himself in the newspaper, his worries couldn't help but increase a little more.

"Dad, the child heard that Nanyang Xuanwei made Shi Yiwen have a medical skill that can lift the dead and flesh and bones, otherwise, please invite him to come to Beijing and come to treat you."

Again, in the face of his increasingly ill father, Zhang Jingxiu put forward the idea of inviting Shi Yiwen to Beijing.

"No way!"

Shaking his head, Zhang Juzheng refused categorically without hesitation.

"Zhiyuan has a lot of responsibility, I can't let him come to the capital, right......"

After thinking about it, Zhang Juzheng said again.

"You prepare a letter for your father and tell Zhiyuan that if there is an edict to summon him to Beijing, let him politely refuse, or delay the trip, you must not return to Beijing quickly, you know?"

"Dad, you, why are you so hard, difficult, do you really want your own life?"

Faced with his father's decision, Zhang Jingxiu couldn't help but shed tears, he knew what it meant for his father to make this choice, which meant giving up the last glimmer of hope for life.

"Idiot ......"

Shaking his head and sighing, Zhang Juzheng's eyes closed lightly and some tears flowed out of his eyes, in the past two years, he clearly felt that the emperor had grown up, and ...... Again, looking at the newspaper and the newspaper about the blessing, there was only one thought left in his mind.

You are praying for the old man there, obviously trying to force the old man to death!

Luckily, fortunately......

Looking at his son who was in tears, Zhang Juzheng sighed in his heart, thinking that his daughter had settled everything in Nanyang, and this mood was finally settled a little, so he thought about it, and then instructed his son.

"Meditation, take my share of the fold and hand it to the palace again."

In mid-June, Zhu Yijun once again received Zhang Juzheng's "Resurrection and Survival" that was quickly transmitted into the palace:

This sharp twist was personally sent to the emperor by this guest, he first read it to Zhu Yijun, and then Zhu Yijun took it and read it carefully again, and then put it down for a long time and asked:

"Guest, this is Mr. Zhang's first excerpt?"

"The eighth way."

Zhu Yijun thought thoughtfully for a while, and then said in a deep voice.

"In the past two months, I have written eight excerpts, and each one is more and more mournful. In this excerpt, Mr. Zhang said that he was afraid of dying in the capital, so I listened to it and felt really sad. ”

The guest first figured out the emperor's mood for a while, and then said lightly:

"The old slave heard that Mr. Zhang is now thin and out of human form, his spleen and stomach are too weak to eat, and he often falls into a coma for most of the day."

"How many people are praying for him under the heavens, how can it not be of any use?"

When mentioning "praying for blessings from officials all over the world", Zhu Yijun's heart couldn't help but tighten, but he didn't show anything unusual.

"Alas, this is called life, and destiny is determined by heaven...... Mr. Zhang, who has been a Zaifu for ten years, has been exhausted from state affairs. ”

The guest's eyes turned red as he spoke.

"Guest, do you think there is any other way to save Mr. Zhang?"

Zhu Yijun asked again coldly.

"This ......"

As soon as he raised his eyes, the guest noticed that Zhu Yijun's gaze on him was a little strange, so he was busy and said cautiously.

"A slave is an internal official, where do you know how to save people?"

"That's right, it's messy to care......"

Zhu Yijun nodded, thought for a while, and then said,

"I look at Mr. Zhang's excerpt, but there is a sense of farewell, you go to Mr. Zhang's house now to have a look, if Mr. Zhang is really not good, the court has to prepare for him. For the government affairs of the imperial court and the candidates for the auxiliary ministers of the cabinet, he has to ask about it. Mr. Zhang has worked hard over the years......"