"Come on, people! The prince wants to speak! ”

Prince Zheng's mansion was also lively early in the morning, Prince Zheng Wuergonga had a strange illness a year ago, and he couldn't get up from the bed all the time, and he was sick for several months, and he couldn't even speak. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The imperial doctors of the info Tai Hospital, the famous doctors from the provinces who entered Beijing, the witch doctors from the grassland desert, including the traveling doctors who sold flags on the rivers and lakes, all saw it, and the results could not diagnose the cause, and finally it was a long-time medical book editor of the Hanlin Academy who said the symptoms of Prince Zheng.

That Hanlin said that this disease is called "guillotine", and the lesion is in the neck, because the poisonous gas has injured the meridians, so the body below the neck is slowly unable to move. In addition, the poisonous gas gushed up and invaded the throat, so he gradually lost his ability to speak. Because Prince Zheng was one of the "Eight Iron Hat Kings" hereditary in the Qing Dynasty, the emperor attached great importance to it and asked the people of the Tai Hospital to check the medical books to find a cure for this "guillotine", but the result was also in vain.

In this way, the poor prince lay in bed like a zombie for nearly a year, and was fed with water and food, and served feces and urine by his subordinates every day. But in the early morning of this day, Prince Zheng sat up suddenly, his eyes were open like copper bells, his hands kept gesturing, and his throat rattled with "ahhhhh

At this moment, the people in charge of the front and back yards of the palace all rushed over and surrounded Prince Zheng's bedroom. At this time, Prince Zheng's concubine Fujin led the crowd to come, and everyone outside the hall hurriedly made a way to let the solemn Zheng Wang Fujin and the maid enter first.

Prince Zheng's concubine, Fujin Fucha, is the daughter of Fukangan, an important minister in the Qianlong period, Fukangan was in power for a while, and he also carried the rumors of Emperor Qianlong's illegitimate son, so the daughter of the Fucha family married out of the family thinks very highly of themselves. Since entering the Zheng Palace, this Zheng Wang Fujin has always regarded himself as a princess, usually sitting majestic, and the means of punishing his subordinates are also extremely cruel, so when the palace mentions this concubine, all of them have a chill in their backs.

Fucha took the maid into the palace proudly, and as soon as he entered the house, he saw two side Fujin and five Shu Fujin gathered in front of Prince Zheng's couch, looking at Prince Zheng with teeth and claws, he just sobbed blankly, and immediately became angry: "What are you doing here?" What does the prince want, can any of you understand? One by one, you know what's the use of crying and crying all day long? ”

Zhong Fujin hurriedly stopped crying, and the Fucha clan turned his head to the subordinates outside the door and asked, "Where is Yuman?" ”

Yu Man was originally Prince Zheng's scholar, and later he has been serving by his side, and during Prince Zheng's serious illness, he has always been in charge of food and daily life. At this time, when he heard the summons, he hurriedly ran in from outside the door, fell on his knees, and bowed down.

"At this time, where are there so many rules!" Fucha said sharply, "What is the prince comparing to this, you come and ask!" ”

"Huh!" Yuman hurriedly came to the couch, stared carefully at the content of Prince Zheng's gesture, and asked softly, "Lord Wang, do you want to read a book?" ”

"Ah~" Prince Zheng frowned and shook his head.

"Then," Yuman struggled to decipher, "are you going to keep those antiques in the mansion?" ”

"Ah~" Prince Zheng still shook his head.

In this way, I guessed dozens of things in a row, but I didn't answer correctly.

Later, Prince Zheng was also anxious, he slapped his right hand on his thigh, and then pointed out with his left hand, and said "ah" a few times with a smile, Yuman suddenly understood: "Lord, do you want to listen to cross talk?" ”

"Huh~" Prince Zheng nodded, quieted down, and lay back with his head up.

"Listen to cross talk?" The relatives and servants inside and outside the house were all stunned.

"This," Fucha felt a little incredible, "It's all like this, what kind of cross talk are you listening to!" ”

At this time, the chief butler of the palace led the imperial physician into the dormitory, and after saluting all the Fu Jin, the imperial physician began to diagnose Prince Zheng's pulse. In order to allow the Imperial Doctor to diagnose quietly, everyone in the room retreated to the outer room.

After about a quarter of an hour, the Imperial Physician got up and walked outside, accompanied by the chief butler, to report his illness to the Fucha clan.

"This," the imperial doctor said softly, "The prince has been in bed for a long time, and he can suddenly turn over and sit up, it seems that the meridians are temporarily opened, but in fact, it is 'back to light'!" ”

"Back to light?" Fucha was taken aback, she understood that this was a phenomenon of a person's spirit suddenly turning around before he died, so she frowned and said, "Since it is 'returning to the light', then this moment is extremely crucial." Now that the prince can't speak, there are still many things that have not been explained, does the imperial doctor have any medicine to make the prince talk for a while? ”

"Back to Fujin," the Imperial Doctor shook his head, "the poisonous gas in the prince's throat has invaded inside, and it is impossible to speak!" ”

"Alas!" Fucha sighed, "This is the number of fates!" ”

Seeing that the Fucha clan had no other explanation, the chief butler led the imperial doctor out of the dormitory. Fucha looked at the four sons of Prince Zheng who were kneeling outside the hall, and sighed: "You Ama can't say a word to you in the end, go, go and invite a few cross talk for your Amma, so that you Ama can leave with a smile!" ”

Among Prince Zheng's sons, the eldest son and the second son died early, and among the remaining four sons, the third son Duanhua was the oldest, and he was now in charge of the left wing of the Yamen Division in the infantry army, and his official position was also the largest among the brothers, so he took the lead in leading the order: "Let's do it immediately!" ”

After Duanhua saluted, he got up and walked out of the hall, and the other three brothers also followed, he turned his head and said to them: "I'll do this, you are still here, Ama has three longs and two shorts, and there can't be no one around!" ”

The brothers felt that it made sense, so they stayed.

Duanhua came to the main hall of the palace, called the messenger of the yamen, the commander of the infantry army, and asked, "Tianqiao said cross talk, are you all familiar with it?" ”

The commander of the infantry army is commonly known as the "Admiral of the Nine Gates", responsible for the guards in the Gyeonggi area, and there are special spies in the yamen, and there are secret records of all kinds of people in the nine cities of Beijing, so when it comes to the overpass and says cross talk, this messenger is like a few treasures:

"Tianqiao talks about cross talk, most of them are from Peking Opera, drum books, and storytelling, and there is a person named Zhang Sanlu of the older generation who speaks the best, and Zhu Shaowen and Shen Chunhe of the younger generation speak well, the foundation of Peking Opera, the voice is good, and it is also lively to say!"

"Good!" Duanhua nodded and said, "You just find them and let them bring their own team, don't be afraid of a lot of them, just to let the old man have fun one last time!" ”

"Okay, I'll do it!"

"Wait!" At this time, a voice came from the inner hall behind the screen, and then a woman who was close to the sixtieth birthday walked out, it was Prince Zheng's side Fujin and Duanhua's biological mother Hu Jiashi.

The messenger hurriedly kowtowed: "The slave knocks to see the side Fujin!" ”

"It's urgent, and I can't care about it." Hu Jiashi stepped forward and said, "Do you know that among the artists who talk about cross talk on the flyover, there is one named 'Su Xiaoliu'?" ”

"Su Xiaoliu?" After thinking about it carefully, he really couldn't remember the name, "The minion can't remember this person for a while, but as long as this person has been selling art under the overpass, he will definitely be able to find out!" ”

Hu Jiashi looked back at Duanhua, and said with a resolute face: "You Ama used to like to listen to cross talk, and often ran to the teahouses and opera gardens on the flyover, and he often mentioned this Su Xiaoliu to me, so you must find this Su Xiaoliu!" ”

"Yes, don't worry." Duanhua felt that there must be a secret behind this matter, but it was inconvenient to ask more in front of outsiders, so he ordered the messenger in an aggravated tone, "Pass my order to the commander of the infantry army, Yamen, and ask them to bring this Su Xiaoliu to the palace no matter what!" Fast! ”

"Wow!" The messenger answered and ran away.