Outside the door curtain, the hoarse shouts of Duanmu gradually faded away, and later, nothing could be heard, only the sound of insects outside the window was incessant.

The room fell silent again, the candles flickering in the lampshades.

Duanmu Xian looked at the still shaking door curtain in front of him, and a sneer hooked the corner of his mouth, as if he said to himself: "He never knows that he is wrong, and he never reflects...... It's always been like this......"

He had already given this son many chances.

Duanmuxian closed his eyes, and when he opened them, his eyes were as strong as rocks.

At this moment, Duanmu Fei and Duanmu Jun didn't know how to comfort Duanmu Xian. After all, Duanmu is Duanmu Xian's parent, and Duanmu Xian's heart must not be completely indifferent.

Duanmu Xian naturally saw the worries of his two granddaughters, and smiled slightly, smiling kindly.

He said kindly: "Sister Jun, four girls, don't worry. Grandfather is not stupid, if he suffers a loss for the same thing once, he will not eat it a second time. ”

If he is calculated twice by the rebel of Duanmu Period, then he will simply take a piece of tofu and kill him, or simply say goodbye to the old man and return to his hometown, and this Shoufu will not have to be done.

Duanmu Xian's eyes shone with shrewdness, wisdom and coldness, he was not only the head of the Duanmu family, but also the head of the cabinet who controlled the changes in the court.

Duanmu Fei sat down on the edge of the couch and said, "Grandfather, of course you are not stupid!" ”

Duanmu Fei said as he stretched out a hand at Duanmu Xian, smiling like a crescent moon, if he was stupid, how could he pretend to be asleep and send her and her sister away! She and her sister were so frightened when they came in a hurry!

Duanmuxian understood her eyes, and was a little weak by the little granddaughter, and smiled at her flatteringly. Didn't he think that this little thing didn't have to alarm the two girls?

Duanmu Xian obediently stretched out his left hand, as if he had suddenly changed from a bird of prey to a domestic pet, and his sharpness was completely gone.

Duanmu Fei began to massage him seriously, pressing all the way up his arm from the Hegu acupoint near the tiger's mouth, Neiguan acupoint, and hand Sanli acupoint......

Since Duanmuxian had a stroke a few days ago, Duanmufei specially consulted Imperial Doctor Zhao, and would personally massage Duanmuxian's acupoints every day.

Duanmuxian sat there almost upright, not daring to move.

On the side, the maids neatly cleaned up the messy ground, swept away the broken porcelain, cleaned the decoction that had been spilled on the ground, and after a while, the room was neat again, as if the slightest movement had not happened at all.

After cleaning up, a few maids withdrew, leaving only the eldest maid waiting in the house, looking at the pair of grandchildren with emotion. In this mansion, probably only the four girls can cure the old lady.

Immediately afterwards, Imperial Physician Zhao followed the pothos into the house.

In the past few days, Imperial Doctor Zhao has been living near the wing room next door, so he came over quickly.

"Imperial Doctor Zhao, please take a look at the things in here." Duanmu Fei directly gave the small cyan porcelain vase in his hand to Imperial Doctor Zhao.

"The fourth girl of Duanmu is polite." Imperial Physician Zhao hurriedly responded, took the small porcelain vase, his eyes were complicated, and he didn't ask anything when he shouldn't have asked.

Just now, when he followed the pothos from the wing room where he was temporarily staying, he happened to see Duanmu Qi being rudely dragged out of the courtyard gate by two guards, and he also heard Duanmu Qi's shouting......

As imperial doctors, they are too easy to come into contact with some unseemly private affairs, and they all involve high-ranking and powerful people, and Imperial Doctor Zhao only thinks that he is blind and deaf.

He doesn't know anything. Imperial Physician Zhao emptied his head as usual, and at the same time opened the small porcelain bottle in his hand.

He first put the mouth of the bottle under his nose and sniffed it, then picked out some with a small silver spoon and observed them carefully.

Duanmuxian on the couch smiled at the two girls again, "Sister Jun, four girls, you two are frightened, go back and rest early." You don't have to worry about anything else. ”

Duanmu bent his lips with a smile, and said very filial and considerate: "Grandfather, it's still early, don't worry." Anyway, you're not tired, I'll talk to you again. ”

If this were usual, of course Duanmuxian would like his little granddaughter to accompany him more, but thinking that he had made a mistake today, he was afraid that his little granddaughter would settle accounts after the autumn.

"It's getting late." Duanmu Xian tried to show a loving smile, thinking: If he gave the good inkstone he had just obtained recently to his little granddaughter, could he redeem it?

Is it that easy? Duanmu looked at him with a smile, his eyes narrowing into a slit with a smile.

The grandfather and grandson silently talked with each other's eyes, and their expressions were intimate and tacit.

Duanmu Jun looked at the two of them from the side and felt interesting, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and his mood became a lot lighter.

At best, let my grandfather rest at home for a while, since my grandfather was the first assistant, he always went out early and returned late, and stayed in the palace at every turn, and he didn't even rest much. This time, I should make up for it all at once and recuperate at home.

Duanmujun pondered in his heart that he would have a good chat with Imperial Doctor Zhao tomorrow to see what medicinal diet recipes were suitable for Duanmuxian.

At this time, Imperial Physician Zhao on the side stuffed the cork of the small porcelain bottle back again, and he already knew it.

He squinted and glanced at Duanmu Xian on the couch again, his expression more complicated.

Combined with the shouting of the Duanmu period, Imperial Physician Zhao could already guess what had happened.

Imperial Physician Zhao froze, raised his eyes to look at Duanmu Xian, and said affirmatively: "Lord Duanmu, this is 'Nine Paralysis'. After taking it, the stroke will be aggravated, the whole body will be weak and weak, paralyzed on the couch, and the pulse will be no different from the qi deficiency and blood stasis presented in the stroke. ”

Duanmu Xian's eyes flashed, and he said softly: "It's hard work for Imperial Doctor Zhao." This time, I'm afraid I will ask you to stay in the house for a while. ”

"Lord Duanmu is polite." Imperial Physician Zhao hurriedly agreed.

Anyway, his time at Duanmu's house is also very comfortable, every day is to check Duanmu Xian's pulse, and the rest of the time can read medical books and take a walk. He should give himself a vacation. Imperial Physician Zhao thought very open-mindedly.

Soon, Imperial Physician Zhao discovered that he was not the only one left in Duanmu's house.

An hour later, the Tai Hospital sent three Tai Doctors one after another, including the Huang Yuan envoy, and all four of them lived in Duanmu's house for a long time.

At the same time, Duanmu Xian's second, fourth and fifth sons, who had already split up their families, were also called back to the house to serve Duanmu Xian.

Next, the gate of Duanmu Mansion was locked, and there were no visitors, and several officials who came to visit the sick were politely turned away, including the official department Shangshu You Junji.

For several days, it was like this.

There were no secrets in the capital, not to mention that Duanmu Xian was the first assistant, so many pairs of eyes stared at him, and all kinds of rumors about him spread all at once.

Many people have said conclusively that Duanmu Xian is afraid that his life is hanging by a thread and he will not be able to pass this level.

Not only civil and military officials, but also several cabinet elders are not very optimistic about this.

"The four imperial doctors have been living in Duanmu's house for three days, and this is afraid that it is against the face of the four girls of Duanmu." Huang Siren, the secretary of the military department who had just been in office for a few months, stroked his beard and said with emotion.

"Not really." Qin Wenshuo, the secretary of the Criminal Department, echoed with a strange expression, "The fourth girl has such a big face, and even the envoy of the Tai Hospital said to stay." ”

"But ......" Yu Bingzhong, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, sighed, "Even the envoy of the Yellow Courtyard has been kept, Lord Duanmu's condition is menacing, I'm afraid it's really troublesome this time." ”

Everyone in the room knew that this was true.

Several pavilion elders looked at each other with different expressions, some were worried, some were ambitious, some felt that it was none of their business, and some were thinking about weighing the impact of this matter on the court......

Huang Siren took a sip of tea, and said with a sigh: "After all, Lord Duanmu is also an old man, I heard that he suffered a stroke, and now it seems to be more serious." ”

"Stroke, ......" Qin Wenshuo said three words in a complicated tone.

When it comes to stroke, several people in the room invariably think of Jinshang, who has been almost a year since his stroke last year, and although he has woken up, the dragon body has not improved at all, and he is afraid that he will not be able to get up for the rest of his life......

I'm already a waste person today, so what about the first assistant Duanmuxian?

Even if Duanmu Xian can get away with saving his life, will his physical condition after the stroke still be enough to be the first assistant?

Similar doubts appeared in everyone's hearts, and several eyes looked at You Junji, who had been silent.

In the cabinet, the person with the best relationship with Duanmuxian is, of course, You Junji.

Huang Siren cleared his throat and asked, "Brother You, have you ever visited Duanmu Shoufu?" I went there yesterday, but unfortunately I couldn't meet Duanmu Shousuke. ”

"I also went there the day before yesterday, but I couldn't get in." You Junji sighed heavily, half of his words were hidden, and only the imagination of others was left to the imagination.

You Junji had already visited Duanmu Xian, and he knew that his body was fine, three days ago, several imperial doctors were suddenly recruited to Duanmu Mansion, and he also felt strange, so he went to Duanmu Mansion again the day before yesterday, but this time he couldn't get in.

You Junji always felt that this matter was a little strange, but he wouldn't say much to "outsiders".

Seeing You Junji's sad look, several other pavilion elders exchanged glances again, and they all estimated in their hearts that Duanmuxian was afraid that it would be really bad, otherwise with Duanmuxian's temper, several sons would have gone out separately, how could they deliberately call them back to the house to serve the sick!

Yu Bingzhong sighed faintly, "This month, the cabinet is really full of disasters, first Lord Duanmu, and then Lord Lin......"

When it came to Lord Lin of the Ministry of Industry and the Second Assistant, everyone's expressions became more complicated.

Because Duanmuxian was seriously ill, the cabinet originally planned to make the second assistant Lord Lin temporarily take over the responsibility of the first assistant, but Lord Lin accidentally broke a bone that day.

There is a saying that it takes a hundred days to break your muscles and bones.

Lord Lin is not young again, and he will definitely have to raise it for a while before he can come to work in the cabinet.

In just a few days, there were two wounded and sick people in the cabinet, and the government affairs were backlogged all of a sudden, and several other cabinet elders really wanted to grow three heads and six arms, and most of them were resting in the palace these days.

Qin Wenshuo rubbed his eyebrows, his expression could not hide his tiredness, and said implicitly: "Lord Duanmu seems to have been raised for some time, and the government affairs of this cabinet can't wait, what should I do next?" ”

Duanmu Xian is sick, and he is not lightly ill, no matter whether he recovers or not, it is certain that he will definitely not be able to appear in the Wenhua Hall for a long time.

The problem is that Duanmu Xian is also the head of the cabinet, and the first assistant is equivalent to the prime minister of a country, which is a big matter and cannot be left empty for a long time, and changing the head assistant is a big deal, which is related to the court, not something that can be determined in a few words.

Several pavilion elders are well aware of this point and have their own thoughts.

Huang Siren formed a fist with his right hand, looked around at everyone, and hesitantly proposed: "Can I discuss with Lord Cen and pick someone to temporarily act as the first assistant?" ”

Huang Siren's proposal is actually the idea of many people present, but from their point of view, they inevitably have the feeling of coveting the position of the first assistant, and Huang Siren has just taken up the post of secretary of the Ministry of War, and he has the least qualifications.

You Junji absentmindedly echoed: "Indeed." ”

Qin Wenshuo and Yu Bingzhong also nodded, and Qin Wenshuo's eyes couldn't help but look towards Yu Bingzhong, his eyes flickering.

Huang Siren also glanced at Yu Bingzhong, and said, "I don't think it's as good as the appointment of adults, what do several adults think?" ”

Huang Siren is more or less reporting in his heart the psychology of showing favor to Bingzhong, Duanmuxian is afraid that he will not be able to come back, in this case, sooner or later the DPRK will have to choose a new first assistant, originally the second assistant Lord Lin is the most hopeful, but Lord Lin has a fracture at this time, so the next first choice is Yu Bingzhong.

Although You Junji is a secretary of the ministry, and his qualifications are older than Yu Bingzhong, but in the Dasheng Dynasty, the secretary of the ministry rarely serves as the first assistant, because the main function of the ministry is to appoint and dismiss officials at all levels, according to the rules of the Dasheng Dynasty, officials below the fourth grade can be decided by the ministry.

The power of the ministry is too great, and if the secretary of the ministry concurrently serves as the first assistant, it is easy to form a party.

Compared with Huang Siren and Qin Wenshuo, Yu Bingzhong has a great advantage, he once served as the country's prince for several years, and his protégés are all over the world. With him temporarily acting as the first assistant, many officials in the DPRK and China can be relatively more convinced.

Yu Bingzhong himself also knew his advantages, his heartbeat was pounding faster, his face was solemn, and he said modestly: "Lord Huang really thinks highly of me, it is more appropriate for Lord Lin to take the role." ”

Yu Bingzhong, Huang Siren, and Qin Wenshuo were humble back and forth, and finally a few people personally went to the Lin Mansion and consulted Lord Lin's opinion, and then decided on this matter.

On the same day, this excerpt about acting as the first assistant was handed over, and Cen Yin approved it very happily, appointing Yu Bingzhong, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, to temporarily act as the first assistant and handle government affairs.

When the news reached the ears of the third prince, Mu Youjing, his heart that had been hanging for many days finally relaxed. He immediately sent a message to Jiang Deshen, and the two had a secret meeting in a private seat on the second floor of the Qing Tea House.

Jiang Deshen arrived one step ahead of him.

"Grandfather, over there in the Duanmu family, have you confirmed?"

As soon as the two met, Mu Youjing couldn't wait to ask, unable to suppress the excitement in his voice.

"Your Highness sits down and speaks." Jiang Deshen stretched out his hand to invite Mu Youjing to sit down, with a light smile on his face, quite a bit of complacency.

Mu Youjing casually took on his robe and sat down.

Outside the seat, the sonorous and powerful voice of the storyteller was heard, and the tone was subdued and frustrated, which drove the hearts of all the tea guests to become more and more high, and Mu Youjing's mood was also excited, and his spirit was also full of energy.

"Your Highness, I have inquired carefully and confirmed," the smile on Jiang Deshen's face deepened, and he said calmly, "Since Duanmu entered the mansion that night, Duanmu Xian's condition has suddenly worsened, and he has stayed at home, and in the past few days, except for his children, grandchildren and imperial doctors, no one has seen him......"

"Your Highness, please rest assured, there will be no mistakes, how could Duanmu Xian think that his own son would poison him!"

As he spoke, Jiang De pulled the corners of his mouth, and there was a touch of mockery in his expression. No matter how capable Ren Duanmuxian is, if his son is not raised well, it is not that he will eat back on himself!

This cold door is a cold door, and the family hasn't even washed the mud on their legs, so they really can't get on the table!

Mu Youjing also felt the same way, nodded, and sneered: "Now, Duanmu Xian is not a problem!" ”

Without Duanmu Xian's obstruction, their next plan will definitely be much smoother.

Thinking that it was done, Mu Youjing couldn't suppress his excitement, and his eyes were shining.

He stood up and solemnly said to Jiang Deshen: "Thanks to my grandfather's plan for this palace!" ”

He'd been waiting long enough, their plan was finally going to the most critical step, and this was just the last step!

In the lobby outside, there was a loud startling sound, and the hall was silent.

Jiang Deshen also stood up, gave a hand, and said, "Your Highness, between you and me, why be polite!" ”

The two then sat down again.

Mu Youjing froze, looked at Jiang Deshen and asked, "Grandfather, ...... over there in the Heart Cultivation Palace?"

Jiang Deshen knew that Mu Youjing was asking Wen Yongju, and said with a smile: "Your Highness, don't worry, I have managed to get in touch with Gonggong Wen, and I will do it immediately if I find an opportunity in the next few days......"

Mu Youjing listened intently, and his eyes became brighter and brighter little by little, like two clusters of flames, scorching hot.

The storyteller in the lobby had already reached the climax of the plot, which attracted a round of warm applause and applause.

Bursts of applause and cheers came and went, getting louder and louder, overpowering the whispers in the seat.

Mu Youjing stayed in the private seat for half an hour before leaving and returning to the palace.

In the days that followed, he waited patiently, his mood becoming more and more nervous, and he couldn't help but look forward to the future in his mind.

In the middle of the night, he dreamed of his father, of becoming the crown prince, of his enthronement......

When he woke up, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep, and often looked in the direction of the Heart Cultivation Hall from the window, even though he couldn't see it from his residence.

Time seems to pass very slowly, and every day is like a year, both tormenting and anticipating at the same time.

Early this morning, Mu Youjing finally received a small note that he had been waiting for for three days.

He read it several times, engraved every word in his heart, and then burned the little note, and then he changed into the most ordinary clothes of an attendant, put on a five-beam crown, and carefully shaved his beard.

After repeatedly confirming that there was no problem with his dress, Mu Youjing came out with another small chamberlain dressed up in the same style from the Qiandong Fifth Institute.

The scorching sun was scorching, but Mu Youjing was completely unaware, and the whole person was in a state of extreme excitement, and he was almost floating when he walked.

The opportunity has finally arrived.

He had been planning for so long before he got this opportunity.

He knew that once he missed this time, he was afraid that there would be no chance, and he and the throne would no longer be possible.

Mu Youjing quickened his pace, and rushed to the outside of the Heart Cultivation Hall as fast as possible under the scorching sun of midsummer, and several brocade-clothed guards stood outside the gate as usual, heavily guarded.

When Mu Youjing and the two approached, they were immediately stopped by the Jinyi guards, and one of the Jinyi guards said coldly: "The heart palace is important, and idlers are not allowed to enter!" ”

Mu Youjing stood with low eyebrows, bowed slightly, and made a look of sincere fear, the little chamberlain beside him blocked Mu Youjing's face without a trace, and said politely: "My lord, the villain is here to serve the emperor." ”

As soon as the words fell, another shrill voice sounded in front: "Mr. Fei, these two slaves are the servants transferred from the Inner Study Hall by our family." ”

Wen Yongju walked over quickly, bowed to Mr. Fei, and explained: "The weather has been hot in the past two days, and several servants in the Heart Cultivation Hall have been suffering from heat stroke, and they are vomiting and diarrhea one by one, and there are really not enough people inside, so I transferred two people from the inner study hall to help." ”

Fei Zongqi glanced at the two little attendants in front of him lightly, answered lightly, and then made a gesture, and the two brocade guards who were originally blocking the road got out of the way.

Wen Yongju casually shook off the dust in his hand, his eyes flashed slightly, he was very polite to Mr. Fei, and when he faced Mu Youjing, who was disguised as an internal servant, he had a high-spirited attitude, and said sharply: "What are you two still doing stupidly!" Why don't you go in with us! ”

The little chamberlain beside Mu Youjing was both convincing and responding, respectful, but Mu Youjing was just pretending and cowering.

The two hurriedly entered the Heart Cultivation Hall with Wen Yongju's steps. After crossing the threshold, Wen Yongju breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the person successfully entered, it would be half of it.

He turned around and smiled apologetically at Mu Youjing, meaning that he was so rude and helpless.

Mu Youjing nodded quickly, indicating that he understood.

Wen Yongju quietly glanced at the two middle-aged servants not far away, continued to walk forward, and said to Mu Youjing commandingly: "Being able to take care of the emperor is a blessing for you in your previous life!" ”

"When you wipe and change your clothes for the emperor later, you have to be careful!"

"Also, you have to try the food for the emperor's entrance; The temperature of tea and decoction must be appropriate; If the emperor is awake, you must be awake; The emperor is asleep, you still have to be awake......"

As soon as the three of them spoke, they entered the emperor's bedroom, and a dull smell came to their nostrils.

"Grandpa Wen, you're here!" A middle-aged imperial doctor walked towards Wen Yongju sweating profusely, his face was not very good-looking, "I must have eaten a bad stomach...... I'll leave it to you......"

The middle-aged imperial physician couldn't wait to leave with his robe, Wen Yongju hooked his lips and pretended to shout: "Imperial Doctor Cheng, are you okay?" ”

Now the emperor's daily life is taken care of by Wen Yongju, and after the imperial doctor left, only the three of them were left here.

Mu Youjing quickly glanced at him, and the little waiter in Tsing Yi who accompanied him immediately understood, and hurriedly went to the door curtain to guard.

Mu Youjing couldn't wait to come to the dragon couch with Wen Yongju, regardless of the three seven twenty-one first, he knelt down with a thud, and shouted in a low voice: "Father! Erchen has finally seen you! ”

His voice was slightly hoarse, and his eyes were red when he looked at the emperor, and he looked sincere and endured humiliation.

When Mu Youjing's eyes met the emperor's withered face, he was still shocked.

The emperor sat crookedly on the dragon couch leaning on two large pillows, his body crooked, as if he was going to fall down at any time.

He looked more haggard and weaker, almost skinny, his eyes and cheeks were deeply sunken, and he was like the wise and martial emperor who had been the same, and now he was like a living dead, afraid that a timid woman would faint in fright when she saw him.

The lamp is dry.

These four words appeared in Mu Youjing's heart, and at the same time, his heartbeat pounded faster, suppressing the agitation in his heart. Actually, this is not necessarily a bad thing.

"Emperor!" The emperor was also overjoyed to see Mu Youjing, like a dying man grasping driftwood on the water. Now the only person who can save him is him, the Three Emperors.

Mu Youjing seized the opportunity, showing loyalty and filial piety: "Father, the son has really not thought about tea and dinner these days, and he can't sleep, and he has been worrying about your father's condition......" As he spoke, he choked slightly, with a little tears in his eyes.

The Emperor sighed and said, "Tribulation...... Seeing the truth, you are still the third emperor...... I have a lot of heart in my heart! The voice was still choppy, and he couldn't even speak.

"Father, don't worry, the sons will definitely try to save you out, get rid of the traitors, and be in charge!" Mu Youjing swore an oath with words.

"Good, good!"

Both father and son had red circles under their eyes, and their voices were choked for a while, so they had a deep father-son relationship.