The annex was built by Zhu Zhanji at the beginning, and 60 wooden houses were built to bring out the hot spring water, and the rain and dew were evenly wet.

This kind of leisure wooden house in later generations, although it does not look magnificent, is much more comfortable to live in than the main hall.

Because of the presence of many young women's dependents, Zhu Zhanji also deliberately asked people to isolate this place with a cloth curtain, forming a distinction between inside and outside.

Zhu Zhanji lived in a wooden house, which was left to Liu Wan, who was responsible for helping Zhu Zhanji deliver the news, and he couldn't be too far away.

Zhu Zhanji took advantage of the fact that he didn't have to accompany his wife and concubine tonight, and read the official document for a while. Then he went to the hot spring to soak for a while, and asked Liu Wan to read the official document to him.

Liu Wannian read the official document, Li Liang helped him use the seal, he only had to move his mouth.

However, after soaking for a while, he was hungry. This sweet potato porridge is not resistant to hunger, he eats a lot of food, and as soon as he soaks in the hot spring, he immediately feels hungry.

At this time, it is inconvenient for people to prepare for supper, so they can only sweep away the snacks that they usually don't eat.

After eating the snacks, he was only half full, and Zhu Zhanji was about to go to bed, but he heard the sound of hurried footsteps.

Zhu Zhanji had been paying attention to the side of the apse, and when he heard the footsteps, he immediately looked outside vigilantly.

He Chun's voice sounded outside. "Your Highness, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince doesn't look very good."

Liu Wan wanted to change Zhu Zhanji into a nightgown, but stopped at this time, and immediately ordered the attendants: "Bring His Highness's regular clothes when he goes out." ”

Zhu Zhanji was shirtless, put on a bright yellow regular dress, and didn't have time to buckle the hidden button, just fastened his belt and strode out.

Liu Wan was carrying a pair of mille-feuille shoes, watching Zhu Zhanji stepping on a pair of deerskin flip-flops, and wanted to shout, but he didn't dare to stop him, so he could only carry his shoes and go out behind Zhu Zhanji.

"Your Highness is going to deliberately act in front of other people again, it's too undignified not to wear a shirt, and now it's too late to change your shoes, which can also show Your Highness's anxiety and panic."

Thinking like this in his heart, Liu Wan was not in a hurry, handed the shoes to one of his apprentices, and said in a low voice: "You carry the shoes to the back, and when you see that everyone is almost here, you will send the shoes in." ”

The eunuchs who can gain a foothold in the palace, even if they are still small eunuchs, are all smart people. There was no need for Liu Wan to figure out why he was doing this, the little eunuch understood, carried Zhu Zhanji's shoes, and dragged them behind.

In the apse, a group of chamberlains stood against the wall, with only four imperial physicians and their assistants guarding around Zhu Gaochi's hospital bed.

Zhu Gaochi's fat body was placed on a hardwood board on the bed, and a quilt was placed under his waist, making his stomach stand high.

His body was pierced with silver needles by the imperial doctors, and several reporters worked hard to write down the rescue procedures one by one.

Regardless of whether Zhu Gaochi can be saved or not, these procedures will be reviewed to find out whether these imperial doctors have fulfilled their responsibilities.

Zhu Zhanji saw that Zhu Gaochi's face was sallow, and the sweat drops were all over his face. Fearing that he would bite his tongue in pain, he had a piece of wood in his mouth.

His expression was painful, but he never came to his senses, and the yellow water flowing from his mouth smelled very rancid.

Seeing Zhu Zhanji come in, several imperial doctors did not stop their movements, until Zhu Gaochi's body was filled with silver needles, Yuan Changtian wiped the sweat on his face and saluted Zhu Zhanji in fear.

"Your Highness, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is now in the brain, almost unconscious, consciousness, it seems that something is not good."

Zhu Zhanji asked with a calm face: "I don't know much about the condition, but can I make my father sober up temporarily?" ”

Yuan Changtian said: "Even if you wake up, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will not be able to speak......

"I can only fight it, this treatment and saving people also need the cooperation of patients. In this situation, I can't take care of it too much. It was rumored that all the subordinates of the James Mansion saw the driver, and let the concubines and concubines wait outside the palace. ”

Everyone received orders one after another, and spread the news of the prince's critical illness for everyone to witness.

At this time, Zhu Zhanji will not leave any topics, these reporters are people who write history, and he has done something wrong, unless he kills them all, he will also fall into the handle.

And if he kills them all, then he will be throwing sewage on himself, and he will never be able to wash it again.

Yang Shiqi and his group of subordinates came soon, and when they saw Zhu Gaochi's appearance, many people burst into tears and couldn't help themselves.

Zhang also entered the main hall with several concubines with children, and more women remained outside the hall.

Led by Zhu Zhanji's half-brother Zhu Zhanyong, a group of younger brothers and sisters stood on the other side, and most of them couldn't help but sobbed quietly.

Yuan Changtian looked at this scene and knew that Zhu Zhanji's determination had been made, and he didn't want the prince to go silently like this, and wanted to try to see if he could make him sober up temporarily.

Yuan Changtian knew that he had no choice, if he did what Zhu Zhanji said, he could still save his life, if he didn't do what Zhu Zhanji said, Zhu Gaozhi would go, and he would follow.

Since he had no choice, he relented and asked his assistant to bring a wooden box.

It contains thirteen gold needles, which are soft in gold and are much softer than silver needles.

But each of these thirteen gold needles is three times as long and five times as thick as an ordinary silver needle, which makes people feel creepy when they see it.

This life-killing thirteen needles is his Yuan family's ancestral stunt, the so-called life-killing is not to take people's lives, but to take their lives back from the hands of Lord Yama.

Yuan Changtian relied on this stunt to firmly occupy the position of the judge in the Tai Hospital, over the years, the Yuan family has developed well in the apricot forest world, and he can't miss the opportunity for the development of the Yuan family.

However, now facing Zhu Gaochi, he doesn't know if he can make him sober up. It's really Zhu Gaochi's situation, which has never been seen before.

This body was already weak and riddled with diseases, and from last year to this year, it vomited blood three times, and it became full of holes. Zhu Gaochi still didn't cherish it, and took the medicine of the tiger and wolf with a weak body.

Now he can still save a life, mainly because Zhu Zhanji, as a prince, is a famous doctor, and he waits for expensive tonics without money. If he wasn't a prince, even if he was an ordinary rich man, I'm afraid he would have been finished long ago.

Ready for all this, Yuan Changtian looked at Zhu Zhanji again. Zhu Zhanji nodded lightly and said: "Now that my father is dying, I can only give it a go, if you have any different opinions, you can put forward your own suggestions." ”

Although Zhu Zhanji's words were so, even Yang Shiqi and the others did not dare to say the first half of the sentence.

If you don't let Shi Needle, this Zhu Gaochi will pass away, and whoever puts forward the opinion will have to go with him.

This is not only that, I am afraid that the descendants of the family will also be implicated.

And this Zhu Gaochi is now unconscious, but he is in pain. The stench of yellow juice coming out of his mouth was so foul that anyone could tell that he couldn't do it.

Seeing that everyone had nothing to say, Zhu Zhanji nodded.

Yuan Changtian took a deep breath, calmed down his mood, and nodded to his four assistants.

The four of them helped Zhu Gaochi, who was naked, to sit up, pulled his arms and held his legs.

Yuan Changtian picked up the thick gold needle, and the first needle was aimed at the position of Zhu Gaochi's heart and stabbed it, everyone watched the thick gold needle pierce into the heart, and couldn't help but exclaim, but soon covered their mouths again.

With this needle piercing, Zhu Gaochi's reaction became even more intense, his whole body convulsed, and the four of his stout bodies were almost uncontrollable, sweating profusely one by one.

Four stitches in the front chest, two stitches in the lower abdomen, four stitches in the back waist, plus three stitches on the top of the head, which made Zhu Gaochi look particularly terrifying at the moment.

Everyone didn't dare to make a sound, looking at Zhu Gaochi, who was illuminated by a circle of candles.

Zhang was tense at this time, and couldn't help but take two steps forward, next to his tall son. At this time, only this son can give her a sense of security.

Although he is his mother, Zhu Zhanji can't get too close to her, and in this era, mother and son will not be allowed to get too close.

Zhu Zhanji just looked back at her, touched her arm, and smiled softly at her.

At this time, Yuan Changtian inserted the last golden needle along the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head. This needle penetrated more than five centimeters, and as far as Zhu Zhanji could see, it almost pierced the brain.

But after this stitch, Zhu Gaochi's body immediately reacted, and after a period of violent convulsions, his body gradually stabilized, and his breathing became thicker.

Yuan Changtian was sweating profusely and staring nervously at Zhu Gaochi's face.

Zhu Gaochi's stomach gurgled and made a sound, and his throat moved, and a stream of stench-filled yellow juice was spit out by him.

The yellow juice seemed to be endless, spitting out the bed and wooden board in front of him, and it smelled incomparably stinking.

In the end, Zhu Gaochi began to cough again, and this time, he coughed up yellow juice and vomit with blood foam.

But in everyone's surprised eyes, Zhu Gaochi's eyes opened.

He opened his somewhat confused eyes, gasped for air, and looked up at everything in the room.

After a while, his eyes regained clarity, and he could see the people in the room clearly, and he let out a long sigh.

Zhang took a few steps forward, looking at Zhu Gaochi's miserable appearance, he couldn't help but burst into tears. Even if there is not much love between her and Zhu Gaochi over the years, he is his own man and the husband of his children after all.

Zhu Gaochi laughed softly at this time, wanting to speak, but he couldn't speak. Zhang wanted to bring the water beside the bed to Zhu Gaochi to drink, but Yuan Changtian hurriedly shouted: "Your Royal Highness the Crown Princess, don't do it." ”

Now Zhu Gaochi is hanging with a breath of gas, if he drinks water, maybe this breath will be discharged.

Zhu Gaochi turned his head again and saw Zhu Zhanji who walked to the side of the bed, he was almost out of breath, pointing at Zhang and wanting to speak, but he couldn't say anything.

Zhu Zhanji took his mother's hand and nodded to Zhu Gaochi, a smile appeared on his face. "Okay, you're good ......"

Zhu Zhanji's face also showed a hint of a smile, he was waiting for Zhu Gaochi's words, as long as there was this sentence, no one could find out that he was not.

But the smile quickly stopped, and a trace of sadness appeared on his face. In the face of his departing father, he wanted to show more sadness, but he couldn't.

Zhu Gaochi also seemed to know that his life was short, looked at the others, and said with difficulty: "Take care of ...... They ......"

Although he didn't know whether he was talking about those subordinate officials or his younger brothers and sisters, Zhu Zhanji nodded and said: "Father, don't worry, I will take good care of my younger brothers and sisters, Yang Qing and them, I will also let them start and finish well." ”

After listening to Zhu Zhanji's words, he turned his head and didn't see the two Dongying beauties serving him, and said with difficulty: "It's lonely...... Give up on themselves, no wonder they, don't create and kill again. ”

This sentence was the longest he had ever said, but it also seemed to exhaust the last of his strength. For the rest of the day, he was like a bellows, wheezing violently.

Yuan Changtian immediately made a quick move and pulled out the four golden needles on his back, which could make him lie down.

Lying down, his spirit seemed to be much better, and his breathing stabilized.

But at this time, it was more difficult for him to speak, and he could only spit out word by word.

When Zhu Zhanji saw him like this, he asked his concubines, as well as his younger brothers and sisters, to come forward to say goodbye to him once.

Everyone suppressed their emotions and kept themselves from crying. When it was Yang Shiqi's turn to step forward, Zhu Gaochi looked at Yang Shiqi's tearful face, revealing a trace of shame.

And at this time, the last trace of his spirit was also exhausted, and with a trace of shame on his face, he closed his eyes.

Gong Qingfan, the old eunuch guarding the bedside, shouted in a trembling voice: "His Royal Highness the Prince...... Ascend...... Homecoming! ”

There was a burst of crying immediately from inside the hall, and now that Zhu Gao was gone, everyone didn't have to suppress themselves and cried loudly.

The reporters were also busy one by one, recording the time when they went, and noting who had seen Zhu Gaochi tonight and what they had said.

The system in the palace is perfect, and without Zhu Zhanji's arrangement, those chamberlains were arranged by Gong Qingfan, ready to clean Zhu Gaochi, wear a shroud, and notify all departments to prepare various ceremonies.

And Zhu Zhanji only had to ask people to go to the Ministry of Rites and Rites in the capital, Honglu Temple, etc., so that the imperial court could cooperate with the internal servants to handle Zhu Gaochi's funeral.

Although he was a little sad in his heart, after all, Zhu Gaochi died three years ahead of schedule, mainly because of him.

In the original history, he lived nine months longer than Zhu Di and was the emperor for eight months, but now, he died of depression without even touching the throne.

However, Zhu Zhanji also felt a sense of relief, it was best for him to die now, if he died behind Zhu Di, it would add a lot of trouble to him.

Not to mention anything else, just letting him not ascend the throne for a period of time is a very difficult thing to do.

If he is not allowed to ascend the throne, the history books will definitely portray himself as a ruthless person who competes with his father for the throne, and now, there is no need to be afraid of the history books being scribbled.

Moreover, if he transitions to the throne and installs some of his own people, it will also make Zhu Zhanji feel uncomfortable.

Now, there's no need to worry about that.

Gong Qingfan came to Zhu Zhanji's side at this time, and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is gone, it's time to change clothes." Let the princess stop crying, and the slaves and maids will also arrange for someone to clean His Royal Highness the prince, change into a shroud, and move back to Beijing. ”

Zhu Zhanji glanced at Zhu Gaochi who was lying on the bed again, and sighed softly. "Young Eunuch Gong is familiar with these etiquettes, and we all listen to your arrangements. Zhan Yong, Jiaxing, don't cry anymore, hold on to your mother, and go back to the room to change clothes for the time being......"

(Finally wrote Zhu Gaochi to death, and the later plot will also speed up the progress, and it will be written as soon as possible until Zhu Zhanji becomes the emperor.) Two million words, the protagonist has not yet become an emperor, and it is indeed quite grinding. ）

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