In the Daming Palace, Li Zhi was lying on the imperial couch, his face was pale, he kept coughing, and a little eunuch stood respectfully and waited. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info After a while, an old lady doctor walked in with a square wooden box on his back, slowly stretched out his hand to hold Li Zhi's pulse and began to diagnose. But seeing that the old lady sometimes frowned, sometimes muttered softly, and after a while, there were some beads of sweat on her forehead.

"Imperial Doctor Wang, is the illness in the pen serious?" At this time, a dignified and wealthy woman next to her greeted her.

"Empress Qiyu, Your Majesty has a severe cold, but fortunately, Your Majesty is young and strong, I will prescribe a few doses of medicine, and I expect him to be cured in a few days." Imperial Physician Wang pondered for a moment and replied.

"Then there will be Dr. Lao." The queen's words are soft and beautiful, but with some majesty.

"Wechen is going to prepare!" After saying that, the imperial physician withdrew from the palace.

"Imperial Physician Wang, how is Your Majesty's illness?" As soon as Imperial Physician Wang went out, the eldest grandson Wuji greeted him.

"Your Majesty is just infected with a cold, and it will be cured in a few days." Imperial Physician Wang told the eldest grandson Wuji about Li Zhi's illness.

"Oh! So that's it! Your Majesty Shengming should be fine, but I just hope that the imperial physician will take His Majesty's pulse again, and when he reports to the queen, he will make the illness more serious. The eldest grandson Wuji stroked his beard.

"Lord Eldest Sun, why is this?" After all, it is not good for him to deceive the queen, and it is not necessary to say that there may be trouble in the deep palace.

"Don't ask! Anyway, if you do what I ask, I'm also for Egami! The eldest grandson Wuji thought, maybe this is the only way to stop His Majesty from going to the Ganye Temple, thinking that Li Zhi is going to the Ganye Temple, the eldest grandson Wuji is very uneasy in his heart.

"Yes, the humble duty must be done according to the words of the eldest grandson." Imperial Physician Wang knew that the world of the Tang Dynasty still relied on this group of old bones, not to mention that it was the emperor's uncle.

Zhu Mingyang and Li Chunfeng sent the eunuch away, and they became confused. Looking at the holy decree in his hand, Zhu Mingyang became more and more strange, how could this majesty say that he would come to Ganye Temple suddenly change his hexagram? And the last time I went to the palace to help Wu Zetian deliver a letter, His Majesty's qi and blood were obviously very good. Looking at the fact that this holy decree was signed by the eldest grandson Wuji, Zhu Mingyang felt indescribably strange. It's okay if you don't think about it, it just so happens that you can take a good rest during this time, since learning martial arts from Xu Yue'er, Zhu Mingyang hasn't rested for a long time.

Zhu Mingyang said goodbye to Li Chunfeng and wandered the streets. The early spring sun shone warmly on Zhu Mingyang's body, and the locust trees on Chang'an Street all grew young leaves, and the occasional spring breeze made him feel very comfortable. Zhu Mingyang thought that it would be a wonderful thing if he could enjoy spring with Cuicui now, but he didn't go back after all, because he was afraid that he would be coerced by Xu Yue'er to practice again, and he couldn't get out.

"Get out of here, this broken sword still needs to be 10,000 yuan, this old man is not crazy. I'm telling you, I don't want a penny for this broken sword. Just as Zhu Mingyang was enjoying this spring day, there were many people around the pawnshop in front.

"Shopkeeper, this is really a sword, if it weren't for the urgent money, it would never be lost." An old man stood at the door of the pawnshop with a sword in both hands.

But see, although the old man is short, he has a temperament that Zhu Mingyang can't say, and the sword in his hand is also very strange, not so much a sword as a freshly chopped wooden stick, the whole body is black and covered with black rust, only the dark red scabbard can be seen from the place where there is no rust on the sword body. What's even more strange is that the shopkeeper took the sword and exerted all the strength of his body, but he didn't pull out the sword, probably because the blade and scabbard were rusted together. Zhu Mingyang looked at it, and the crowd of onlookers also had swords, and this sword was suddenly dull compared to the sabers in the crowd, so it was no wonder that he didn't want this sword.

"I said, if you don't leave, I'm going to report to the official." The palm shouted with his hands crossed on his hips.

Seeing that the pawnshop still refused to ask for his sword, the old man walked out of the crowd with the sword in both hands. Zhu Mingyang saw that the old man was also pitiful, so he followed. But seeing the old man walk into a deserted house outside the city, before he got closer, Zhu Mingyang heard a "cough" sound from the house, Zhu Mingyang quietly approached the deserted house and hid outside the window.

"Ah, I'm sorry for you, I've dedicated my life to forging swords, but I didn't expect that the person who accompanied me for the rest of my life was seriously ill but couldn't do anything, let's be husband and wife again in the next life." After saying that, there was a cry from inside the house.

"Brother Crow, I don't blame you for this, we came to Chang'an from Wuzhong and you took care of me all the way, I am already satisfied, I think my illness should not be saved." A deep voice came from inside the room.

Zhu Mingyang remembered that one night many years ago, after his mother was hit by a car after collecting a stall, the vehicle that caused the accident was nowhere to be found. Then, when my father knelt down and borrowed money from relatives and friends to treat my mother, my nose suddenly became sour at the thought of this. He couldn't help but push open the wooden door of the hut.

"You are?" The old man was very surprised to see a stranger come in, because he was poor and had not many relatives.

"Uncle! Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person. Zhu Mingyang walked into the house and saw that there was an old woman sleeping on the kang in the house, but the old woman's body was simply padded with some thatch, and her body was covered with a thin layer of bedding. The old woman seemed to be very sick, her face was pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans were on her forehead.

"Uncle, this aunt ......" Zhu Mingyang asked with concern.

"She's seriously ill, but she probably won't live long." The old man actually sobbed after speaking.

"Then why don't you take a look at Lang Zhong?" When Zhu Mingyang heard the old man's sobs, he thought of his parents, and there was actually a trace of pain in his heart.

"To tell you the truth, my name is Zhang Yajiu, I am a swordsmith, she is my wife Ani, Ani contracted a strange disease a few years ago, but it has not been eradicated, and I need good ginseng nourishment every month, and I am a swordsmith, but I don't have that much money, I can only look around for a good cure to eradicate Ani's disease, but I spent all my savings and didn't find a way to save Ani." Zhang Yajiu seemed to recall some of the past.

"Uncle! Although I am young and ignorant, I am willing to do my part. If the uncle doesn't give up, can you go to the house to continue, although there is no cure, but there is still ginseng. Moreover, the environment in the house is much better than the environment here. Zhu Mingyang suddenly felt that he wanted to do something for this pair of old men.

"Childe's life-saving grace, Ya Jiu should be a liver and brain." Zhang Yajiu knelt down.

"Never!" Zhu Mingyang thought of the scene where his father knelt down to borrow money, and quickly helped Zhang Yajiu up.

"This is the sword that Crow Nine built all his life, called 'Crow Nine Swords', after the completion of this sword, it is rusty for some reason, but it is definitely a superior blade, please Gongzi Wanwan's hand." Zhang Yajiu handed the sword in his hand to Zhu Mingyang with both hands, Zhu Mingyang took the sword with both hands, but found that although the sword was not black, it was very heavy, much heavier than Xu Yue'er's sword. If it weren't for the fear of hurting Zhang Yajiu, Zhu Mingyang really didn't want this black wooden stick.