When the emperor's car appeared in the capital, all the hearts of the civil officials who were hanging in the air finally let go. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhu Yong of the Baoguo Mansion let out a long sigh leisurely, and said to his son with a solemn face behind him: "I finally came back safely, and my task is almost complete." In the future, this world is the world of you young people, learn more from Wen Xuan, although he is younger than you, but he is much older than you. ”

Zhu Hui didn't show any displeasure, as if it was a matter of course that Zhang Ru was better than him: "Dad, don't worry, I will work hard." In the future, Wenxuan and I will definitely protect Daming. ”

Zhu Yong shook his head: "There is no future." ”

Zhu Hui was puzzled and asked himself what his father meant by this, but no matter how he asked, Zhu Yong refused to say any more.

Back to Beijing, back to the palace.

Zhang Yaoyao stood at the door of Desheng Gate looking forward to it, holding Zhu Houzhao's hand in her hand, and her little hands were red with her hands.

Zhu Houzhao felt a lot of pain, but he didn't squeak, he knew that his mother missed his father, and he also knew his mother's worries, so he tried his best to endure it.

When his father came to him, he flew over and began to cry like a normal child.

Since he was a child, his father has been by his side, and no matter how busy he is in government affairs, he will find time to accompany him. Suddenly, he hadn't seen him for so long, and he felt a sense of loss.

Zhu Houzhao is no longer young, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy should be very strong, but in front of his father, he is just a child, and he will always be.

"Don't cry, don't cry, there are so many people!" Zhu Houzhao was not embarrassed, but Zhu Youzhu was embarrassed first.

During Zhu Youzhang's absence, Zhu Houzhao was also mentally prepared, and knew from the ministers why Zhu Youzhu chose to inspect the country at this time.

The greatest sorrow in the world is that the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the son wants to raise but does not wait.

Zhu Youzhu beckoned Yang Tinghe to come over, pointed at him and said to Zhu Houzhao: "Houzhao, this is your teacher, in the future, you have to learn more from him." ”

Yang Tinghe arched his hand and said: "Minister Yang Tinghe, I have seen His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

Zhu Houzhao sobbed and said, "Master Yang, please get up, don't be polite." ”

Zhu Youzhu nodded with satisfaction, there was also a reason why he chose Yang Tinghe to be Zhu Houzhao's teacher, he knew that Yang Tinghe's political achievements in the local area were very good, and he was also quite praised in Nanjing, so he proposed to meet Yang Tinghe and this person.

Zhang Ru said at the time that if you don't plan to reuse this person, it's best not to see him, once you see him, you have to reuse him.

Zhu Youzhu didn't know why Zhang Ru said this at first, but after seeing Yang Tinghe, he knew.

This man has great talents.

This person is not like some old masters who are full of wealth and only know the truth of the scriptures, and he will not be full of foul language like some martial artists. If you look at the way of doing things, this person has a rather Zhang Confucian style.

casually asked a few questions about the general trend of the world, Yang Tinghe answered them thoroughly, without making people feel obscure.

The son said several times that he did not want to listen to what the teacher said, and a large part of the reason was because those old masters knew how to be a teacher, but they did not know how to be a teacher.

And Yang Tinghe is undoubtedly a very good teacher.

Judging from Zhang Ru's attitude of rushing back to Beijing, he should have little time, and he must let his son grow up as soon as possible while he is still alive.

Back in the deep palace, Zhu Youzhu pulled Yang Tinghe and talked for a long time, and hung his milk brother aside.

Zhang Ru didn't care, anyway, he was just trying to recommend Yang Tinghe, as long as this young man could really play his due role in the court in the future, he would be at ease when he left.

Zhu Houzhao really made a good child, not only because Yang Tinghe's way of education was a little special, not only did he not feel bored, but he would often take the initiative to ask questions.

also because he knows that his father's time is short, and there is still a huge country that he needs to manage, and he must grow up.

Time flies, and the days are like flowing water without mercy at all. In June of the eighteenth year of Hongzhi, Zhu Youzhang, the emperor of Hongzhi, who was already so thin that he was only skinny and bones, finally collapsed after reading a piece of palace fu written by his son.

When several eunuchs hurriedly carried the emperor to the dragon couch of the Dongnuan Pavilion, Li Minghai, who had already received the news, immediately applied the needle, which reluctantly allowed the emperor to leave without that time.

After crying, he pulled his son to urgently convene several ministers of the cabinet, Liubu Shangshu, Dingguo Gong Zhang Ru, Baoguo Gong Zhu Yong and others into the Dongnuan Pavilion to discuss matters.

The ministers who had known that the emperor's health was dying, all arrived at the palace in a hurry, and some of them didn't even wear shoes.

Outside the Dongnuan Pavilion, Zhu Houzhao stood beside him, his eyes full of perseverance.

Zhang Yaoyao held his son's hand tightly, and looked at several sweaty courtiers with red eyes: "Your Majesty may not be able to do it, after you go in, say something quickly." The women of this palace are from the Taoist family, if it is not appropriate to be present, you can just say it. ”

"Your Majesty!" A group of ministers knelt beside the emperor's dragon couch.

Zhu Youzhu was already unconscious, and several elders did not get a response, and they did not dare to get up.

Zhu Youjiao, whose face was already covered with silver needles, was lying there quietly, and Li Minghai was sweating on his forehead, and he was carefully diagnosing.

"Divine Doctor Li, is there any way to wake up His Majesty?" After kneeling for a while, Li Dongyang asked tentatively.

Zhang Yaoyao also looked at Li Minghai, although Zhu Youzhu had already made an edict, but the emperor's last words, it is better for these ministers to hear them.

Li Minghai ignored Li Dongyang, not even the queen, but looked at Zhang Ru, who was kneeling on the ground and crying silently: "Wenxuan, if you don't apply needles, you still have a few days to live, and you will definitely die after you wake up." How to decide, you decide. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Ru raised his head and looked around a little blankly, and what everyone saw was his face that was completely wet with tears.

This kind of pathos cannot be disguised under any circumstances.

was infected by Zhang Ru, and Zhang Yaoyao couldn't help but shed tears again.

Only Zhu Houzhao didn't shed tears, he knew that his father didn't want to see him cry, so he tried his best to endure it.

A little uncertain for a while, Zhang Ru didn't know what to do.

Li Dongyang gritted his back molars and said, "Wenxuan, apply the needle!" ”

Liu Jian also sighed: "Let's apply the needle!" ”

Zhang Ru shook his head stubbornly, as if something was choked in his throat, and he couldn't speak at all.

He couldn't make such a decision, he couldn't let a healer personally send his younger brother who was not his own brother to a dead end.

Even if the emperor has run out of oil and the lamp has dried up. (To be continued.) )