The spring ploughing sacrifice is that the Son of Heaven personally ploughs in the royal fields on the day of the beginning of spring, sets an example for the people of the world, and prays to God for good weather this year.

Zhu Qiyu left the imperial city a few days ago, took a few favored women on a hunting outing, and only came to the Xiannongtan in the southwestern suburbs of Beijing on the third day before the sacrifice.

In the era of feudal farming, the spring ploughing sacrifice was a first-class event of the country.

Don't be slack.

Zhu Qiyu knows the severity.

For all major sacrifices, you need to fast for three days.

So in the past three days, Zhu Qiyu did not be fortunate to visit the woman with him, but honestly went out, hunted, and recuperated by the way - leaving the palace many days in advance, just to distract himself.

He was under too much pressure.

Eight years after ascending the throne, Zhu Qiyu is no longer the servant king who lay down and enjoyed life.

These eight years have been peaceful.

Zhu Qiyu knows that under the calm waves, there are hidden waves, not to mention anything else, just the case of the prince of the East Palace falling into the water four years ago made Zhu Qiyu afraid.

I didn't think it at the time.

But in the past four years, he has not given birth to a son and a half daughter.

Only then did I slowly appreciate the horror of the prince's overboard.

If his son was in the sky at that time, without the support of the prince, how many courtiers could he, the son of heaven, get, and what kind of "courtesy" would he get after he died?

I don't dare to think about it.

On the contrary, Zhu Qizhen, who lives in Nangong, has given birth to five sons and four daughters in eight years......

In this comparison, Zhu Qiyu became more and more melancholy.

Fortunately, it is a good thing to make amends.

In the fourth year of Jingtai, the East Palace was cleaned.

In the sixth year of Jingtai, the East Palace was cleaned again.

This year, we are also preparing to clean it again.

Fortunately, the little rabbit cub is still alive, and according to the reports of Zhang Peng and Zhu Yong, the two emperors, the little rabbit cub is now full of scriptures, familiar with bow horses, and quite Taizong's style.

Zhu Qiyu was very pleased.

I plan to let the little rabbit cub assist the government in another two or three years and learn how to govern the country.

However, Zhu Qiyu feels that his body is getting worse day by day.

In the evening, Zhu Qiyu was a little dizzy, feeling tight breathing and weak limbs, so the imperial doctor checked it, except for the weak pulse, there were no other obvious lesions.

Zhu Qiyu had no choice but to rest in bed.

As long as the body can still persevere, it is necessary to participate in tomorrow's spring ploughing sacrifice, and national affairs cannot be sloppy.

I fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know how long it took, Zhu Qiyu woke up slowly, still dizzy and dry, the candle shadow was swaying, only to feel that everything around him looked blurry, and called someone softly.

Xing'an stepped forward in small steps, "Your Majesty is awake." ”

Slowly helped Zhu Qiyu up.

He asked again: "The slave and maid have prepared some porridge to eat, and Your Majesty will eat some?" ”

Zhu Qiyu shook his head.

No appetite.

Said: "Xuan Imperial Doctor." ”

I probably have some serious illness.

Xing'an hurriedly waved his hand to the little eunuch at the door, asked him to go to the imperial doctor, and when Zhu Qiyu sat down, he hurriedly poured a cup of warm water, "Your Majesty, drink some warm water to moisten your throat." ”

Zhu Qiyu took a sip of the jade cup and asked, "Something happened." ”

Xing'an said: "It's nothing. ”

Just when the imperial doctor came in, Zhu Qiyu was haggard, and said weakly: "What's wrong with me?" ”

The Imperial Physician hesitated.

Zhu Qiyu snorted, "Say!" ”

The imperial doctor was startled, and hurriedly said: "Your Majesty is worried about state affairs, diligent in political affairs, and sleeps at night, which consumes a lot, and has shown a trend of running out of oil and lamps, but Weichen will do his best to recuperate the dragon body for His Majesty." ”

This is certainly not true.

To tell the truth, Your Majesty, you wake up from sleeping on the belly of a prostitute every day, and your body is emptied.

But how can you say that?

Don't you look for death?

Zhu Qiyu knew it, but he was scared enough.

Running out of oil and running out of lights?

Is Lao Tzu going to die?

A trembling voice asked, "Can it be healed?" ”

The imperial doctor snorted and said hesitantly: "Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, and he has the favor of the gods. ”

How dare you guarantee when it will be good.

In fact, the imperial physician knew very well that His Majesty's style of life was devoted to political affairs, and there was no moderation in private life, and there was a huge deficit in essence and blood, and it was by no means possible to recuperate in three or five months.

Zhu Qiyu was silent for a long time, and said weakly: "Xuanwu Qinghou Shiheng." ”

Tomorrow at the beginning of spring, I want to perform Tian Li, I am afraid that I will not be able to get out of bed in my physical state, so I can only let the person with the highest status among the accompanying officials act on my behalf, and Yu Qian and Wang Wen, Hu Hu and others are sitting in the court.

It can only be Shi Heng.

Shi Heng was ordered to come to Zhu Qiyu's bed.

After Zhu Qiyu confessed to the sacrifices in Jitian, he asked Shi Heng to go down to prepare, and when he left, Zhu Qiyu said to Xing'an: "I am sick of this disease, and I am worried that someone will be unfavorable to the prince." ”

Xing'an said with a smile: "Your Majesty is too careful, allowing the slave and maid to say a word boldly, eight years have passed, and now the emperor is stable, and the East Palace is dedu, who dares to have different intentions." ”

Tonomiya Dedu?

Zhu Qiyu barely floated a smile, the little rabbit cub is not worthy of these four words now, and remembered the past when the little rabbit cub yelled and tossed in the Qianqing Palace, and his heart suddenly became sad.

If he dies, will he be able to sit firmly?

Nangong locked up a royal brother, is an irregular hidden danger, eight years down, I am afraid that I have a deep grudge against myself, if he dies young, the young emperor ascends the throne, will the imperial brother make a bunch of trouble?

This is okay, after all, most of the courtiers in the court are now raised by themselves.

Although the royal brother is a threat, it is not big.

The real threat is Yu Shaobao, who is the master of high merit, who controls the military department, and has such fierce combat power as the regiment and battalion, if Yu Qian wants to usurp the country, no one can stop him.

In case of his death, as long as Yu Qian has this will, the regimental camp and the military department can easily let Yu Qian add a yellow robe, even if he does not have a yellow robe, he can also set up a puppet emperor.

In such a situation, if he dies, his son is likely to be unstable......

When the time comes, whether the imperial brother re-ascends the throne or Yu Qian usurps the country, will they treat the little rabbit cub well.

I remembered what my son had said to me.

After death, he will be reviled by evil......

Evil!

Two words, like a knife, scraped Zhu Qiyu's heart one by one.

As soon as he thought of this, Zhu Qiyu suddenly became angry.

In the past few years, the pressure brought to him by Zhu Qizhen and Yu Qian broke out instantly, and he felt that his head was hot, and he fainted like this, so anxious that Xing'an hurriedly shouted the imperial doctor outside the door.

The imperial doctor tossed for a while, and after half an hour, Zhu Qiyu woke up.

With a wave of his hand, he motioned for everyone to go out.

The weak said to Xing'an: "Xuanjin Yiwei commanded Lu Zhong." ”

But when Lu Zhong arrived, Zhu Qiyu fell asleep again, and didn't wake up for a moment until dawn.

After Lu Zhong went down, Zhu Qiyu fainted again.

The Imperial Doctor was helpless.

Your Majesty is not sick, but the essence and blood are insufficient, so you can only recuperate slowly.