Episode 89 Thunderbolt from the Clear

With this explosion, .

Due to a series of earth-shattering events before, Daming has been the center of the world's attention in the past six months. After the New Year's coup d'état, the Ming and Qing Wars, the Nanyang War, the Mingde Treaty, etc., all events related to the Ming Dynasty can always become the focus of attention all over the world. The marriage intention between the Empress of the Ming Dynasty and the Prince of Siam, which has been constantly rumored before, has received unprecedented attention.

In the eyes of many people in the Ming Dynasty, it seems that it is quite unseemly for the empress to marry a vassal country, but in the eyes of many foreign countries, especially many Western civilians, this is a remake of the European "story of princes and princesses" in the East, which is very worth looking forward to. Therefore, when the Prince of Siam finally arrived and set foot in Nanjing, it attracted so many international media.

However, the media around the world are waiting for not only the reunion of the prince and the empress, but also the "gifts" that make them even more unexpected...... A "big gift" that is more terrifying, bloodier, more appalling, and more eye-catching.

Nanjing has once again become the focus of the world.

The king of Yanping was hit in the head by a steel plate flying out of the explosion and died on the spot. In addition, the driver of the car, as well as the two guards standing by the door, were also crushed in the explosion.

In addition to the four people who died, seventeen people in the vicinity, including the Prince of Siam, six guards and ten citizens, were slightly injured in the explosion to varying degrees.

……

When Zhu Yourong woke up, he felt very weak, dizzy, and cold.

It was dark in the room, and I couldn't see anything around clearly, except for the small alarm clock at the head of the bed that "clicked" away. She remembered the horrific scene before she fainted. His dearest grandfather was in front of his eyes, and he was blown up like this.

She opened her chapped mouth and wanted to call someone, but her throat was also dry and she didn't make a sound, but the tears in her eyes burst out of her eyes and rolled onto the pillow.

She tried to reach for the little alarm clock, but there was a pain in her hand. On closer inspection, it turned out that there were cotton wool and plaster on the back of the hand, and an infusion tube stretched straight up and led to a bottle of injection on the shelf next to the bed.

…… It turned out that they were giving themselves infusions.

Zhu Yourong didn't move, just lay his head on the pillow on his side, his eyes open in the dark, and he cried silently and sadly, sobbing from time to time. The cold potion kept flowing from the blood vessels in the arm to the whole body, and it was cold. Zhu Yourong wrapped the quilt tightly and shrunk his body into a ball.

But she couldn't help crying.

"Your Majesty?"

On the other side of the dormitory, a palace maid's voice said. Then the maid came cautiously and asked:

"Your Majesty, are you awake?"

Zhu Yourong snorted and replied with a crying voice:

"Well, I'm awake......"

The palace maid seemed very excited, and quickly ran out, and a moment later, a large group of maids and old mothers poured in, surrounded by an old man with a medicine box and a stethoscope.

In the darkness, the old man's voice asked kindly:

"Your Majesty, turn on the bedside lamp, it's not dazzling, right?"

Zhu Yourong's face shrank in the quilt and said in a muffled voice:

"Let's go."

Under the soft light, Zhu Yourong slowly revealed half of his head from the quilt, his eyes were stabbed very painfully, he squinted slightly, and looked at the circle of people in front of the bed in tears.

She suddenly found that these palace maids had all changed into white palace clothes. And the imperial doctor who wore a suit, his usual gray suit was also replaced by a meticulous all-black.

This old man is Zhu Yourong's chief imperial doctor, and he has been in charge of Zhu Yourong's health since she was a child. Now that Zhu Yourong saw him, thinking of his grandfather who had just died tragically, his tears couldn't stop flowing, and he sobbed even harder.

The old imperial doctor was like a kind old grandfather, Wen Yan comforted Zhu Yourong, while checking the infusion for her, he took out a thermometer and let her hold it in her mouth.

Zhu Yourong glanced at the infusion bottle above his head with tears in his eyes, sniffled, and asked vaguely with a thermometer:

"What did you lose to me......"

"Don't speak while the thermometer is in your mouth," said the old imperial doctor, smiling kindly, "...... It is mainly glucose, which gives you water and the energy your body needs. Your Majesty, you don't know, you've been fainting for almost two days. ”

Zhu Yourong was startled, and then he understood why he felt so weak. But she still had a thermometer in her mouth and lay quietly on the bed, with tears in her eyes, looking at the ceiling.

The imperial doctor took her temperature and made sure that her body temperature was normal, and then consulted her, prescribed several medicines, and adjusted the speed of the infusion for her, and then got up and left. When he was leaving, he also gave some advice to the two nurses who stayed behind.

A group of palace maids surrounded Zhu Yourong again and became concerned. Zhu Yourong wanted them to tell them about the explosion, but the palace maids all looked at each other and said that they had only been in the palace for the past two days, had not read the newspaper, and did not know the situation.

Zhu Yourong sighed and didn't force them anymore. She knew that this must have been explained by the imperial doctor, and she couldn't disclose the situation of the explosion to herself for the time being, for fear that she would be sad and stimulated, which would affect her physical recovery.

A nurse sat on the edge of Zhu Yourong's bed, looking at the balance in the infusion bottle, and after a while, she pulled out the needle for Zhu Yourong and pressed it for her with a cotton pad for a while.

Then, she asked softly:

"Your Majesty, are you hungry now? Would you like to grab a bite to eat? ”

Zhu Yourong retracted his hand into the quilt to warm it, rubbed it gently, and nodded.

She wasn't too hungry now, but she was dizzy, especially because her brain didn't listen to her calls, and she couldn't concentrate on anything. She knew she had to add something.

The nurse looked pleased, and asked softly:

"Master Shouyi explained that you can only eat mustard and lean porridge now, or stewed egg batter. Your Majesty, which one would you like to eat? ”

Zhu Yourong thought for a while and said:

"Mustard and lean porridge."

The nurse nodded, turned on the bedside lamp, and went out. After a short while, two palace maids came in with a cart.

They helped Zhu Yourong sit up, tied a napkin for her, and then put a small shelf on the bed in front of Zhu Yourong, then lifted the silver-plated cover, took out a small bowl of porridge, and put it on the small shelf.

Zhu Yourong took the spoon and slowly finished the porridge. Then the palace maid put on a hot towel, Zhu Yourong wiped it, and lay down again.

Turning off the light, Zhu Yourong was groggy again and fell asleep.

……

When I woke up again, I don't know how long it was. But this time she felt much better, her body had some strength, and she was not dizzy.

Sunlight pours in through the rosewood grille windows. It's daytime. The bedside clock pointed to half-past four. It should be afternoon.

Zhu Yourong pulled the bedside bell and called the palace maid in. When I asked, I realized that I had slept all day. The maid told her that it was June 8th, and it had been three full days since the June 5th bombing.

Although Zhu Yourong didn't know the details yet, she suddenly thought that she had lost her grandfather, and Zheng Yuxuan had also lost her grandfather. She immediately asked:

"Where's Xuan? Where's Xuanxuan? ”

Palace maid says:

"Your Majesty, Miss Zheng has been keeping a vigil for the prince...... She cares about you very much, and she has called several times in the past two days to inquire, and she has personally visited the palace......"

Thinking of his best cousin, Zhu Yourong's nose was sour, tears flowed down, and he choked up:

"Go and invite her......"

……

As soon as Zheng Yuxuan entered Zhu Yourong's bedroom, he saw Zhu Yourong wearing a white filial piety robe and standing silently by the window, and cried out with a wow:

"Cousin......"

Zheng Yuxuan pounced all of a sudden, and the two cousins hugged each other and sat on the sofa crying loudly.

When they had cried enough, Zheng Yuxuan sobbed and asked Zhu Yourong how the past two days were, and Zhu Yourong also asked about the situation of the Changping Marquis Mansion and the Yanping Palace. Zheng Yuxuan told her that now not only the two mansions, but also the mansions of the other sons and daughters of King Yanping are also covered with white cloth, and they are all hung with filial piety. Not only the Zheng family's mansions, but even the palaces and the mansions of the Zhu family have also hung filial piety.

Then Zheng Yuxuan sobbed and said again, now all the clans of the Zheng family, as well as the Zhu family's clan, intend to lower the flag at half-mast for King Yanping in their own mansions to mourn. Although it is not a nationwide flag at half-mast, the halving of the national flag is a major event after all, and it must be agreed by the monarch. She asked Zhu Yourong if she could.

Zhu Yourong wiped his tears and immediately nodded:

"Yes, of course...... Flag at half-mast......"

Zheng Yuxuan asked again in a hesitant manner, in addition to the royal family and the royal family, whether the flag could be lowered at half-mast throughout the country, including the military and political departments. Zhu Yourong wiped his tears, thought about it for a while, and finally shook his head and said:

"Xuanxuan, the flag is lowered at half-mast across the country, and it must be able to be called a 'national martyr'...... Last time the Nanyang Platoon-Hua Massacre was killed, we only lowered the flag at half-mast...... Now, even though it's my grandfather and your grandfather, it can't be compared to that kind of thing......"

Zheng Yuxuan nodded, wiped her tears, and stopped insisting. Immediately afterward, tears welled up in her eyes and she said:

"Cousin, you don't know yet, do you...... Right now...... Xiang Xiaoqiang, he ......"

Zhu Yourong felt a pang in his heart. Since she woke up, she has not dared to mention Xiaoqiang's name, and she has not even dared to think about it. She was trying to avoid the terrifying possibility in her subconscious.

Zheng Yuxuan's face was very pale, and he said with tears in his eyes:

"Xiang Xiaoqiang...... He's been placed under surveillance ......"

Zhu Yourong closed his eyes, and only after a while did he tremble and ask:

"Why ......"

Zheng Yuxuan gritted his teeth and said angrily:

"He's a big suspect!"

"Suspicion ......" Zhu Yourong muttered in a trembling voice, holding on to the last glimmer of hope, "Suspicion, that is, there is no ...... yet"

"There's already proof!" Zheng Yuxuan hugged Zhu Yourong and cried loudly, "After the assassination of the prince in Bangkok, there was a phone call from Siam to his headquarters...... He was drinking and listening to a play at my house at that time, and his dog-legged stomach hurt and ran to him in a hurry to find him and tell him that the assassination had failed...... Then he went back in front of us...... The next day, he sent a sum of money to the Assassin's account in Bangkok! Cousin...... Right now...... It's all found out...... He still doesn't admit it...... Woo...... Ah......h

Zheng Yuxuan hugged Zhu Yourong and cried loudly. At this time, Zhu Yourong was already cold, almost becoming a stone sculpture.