"Don't talk nonsense."

"My mother has found a very famous miracle doctor in Jiangnan, and I will come to the capital tomorrow, you give my mother a good life, and my mother will not allow you to die!"

"And the imperial doctor Du of the Tai Hospital said that as long as your disease subsides, you will definitely be saved, Du Tong has been in the Tai Hospital since your imperial grandfather, he said that if you are saved, you must be saved!"

Zhang's eyes were red, and he clutched his son's arm tightly.

Zhu Zhanji smiled.

The fever has been burning like fire for twelve days, and there is still no sign of fever.

In the past twelve days, his whole body was burning, his brain was like chaos, he didn't know the dawn and darkness, and it was difficult to wake up, only tonight he felt that his sanity was acceptable, so he urgently summoned his mother and the cabinet.

He wants to use this rare night of sobriety to arrange the aftermath.

Zhu Zhanji turned sideways slightly, leaned on this dragon palace, looked at the top of the Qianqing Palace, seemed to see through the eaves of this palace, and looked at the boundless night sky.

"Mother, if you are free in the future, go and see Jingci more."

"In this life, I owe her the only thing."

Hu Shanxiang, the first queen of Xuanzong, retired to Chang'an Palace after Xuande was deposed for three years, and was given the title of Master Jingci, and had a very good relationship with Empress Dowager Zhang.

History: After Xuanzong, he also regretted it, and he explained himself: 'This is a juvenile matter. ’

That is to say, the abolition of Hu Shanxiang's posterior position was all because of his impulsive actions at a young age, and as the emperor's mental skills became more and more familiar, Zhu Zhanji understood more and more that Hu Shanxiang's virtuousness could lead the world, and it can be seen that he regretted it extremely much in his heart.

"I still have state affairs to explain to the cabinet, it's not too early, my mother should go back and rest."

Zhang wiped his tears, nodded, and got up to leave.

There are foreign ministers to see her, and as the queen mother of the harem, it is indeed inconvenient for her to be present.

Looking at the figure of his mother's departure, Zhu Zhanji's eyes were full of guilt.

Generally speaking, the lord is suspicious, and the regent is the queen.

But Zhu Zhanji knew in his heart that it was okay for him, Queen Sun, to accompany him, but if he participated in politics, it would be like roasting Daming on the fire.

However, he also understood that this Sun family had the intention of being involved in the court, so he could only hand over the power of regency to the Queen Mother to completely break Sun's thoughts.

In fact, Zhu Zhanji could have pulled the Sun family into the list of martyrs, but thinking of the friendship of the bamboo horse, he still gave him a way out.

The sound of footsteps came from the temple door.

Yang Shiqi, Yang Rong, and Yang Pu, dressed in crimson official robes, walked side by side, and knelt on the ground and saluted in unison after entering the hall.

The three of them looked extremely nervous at this time, after all, it would be the middle of the night, and the three of them were all called in their sleep.

Generally speaking, when the emperor summons important ministers at this point, it is basically a deathbed and the last breath.

Zhu Zhanji leaned on the dragon couch and looked at the three important ministers of the court.

"I, the end is coming."

As soon as the words fell, Yang Shiqi said loudly.

"Your Majesty Long is in good health, and he will be cured of a minor illness in a few days!"

When he said this, Yang Shiqi himself didn't believe it.

"My body, I know it myself."

"There are three of you in the court, don't worry."

"The prince is young and has a greedy temperament, I hope that the three of you can teach on behalf of me in addition to political affairs, so that he can live up to the common people and the Ming Dynasty."

Yang Shiqi, Yang Rong, and Yang Pu, the three ministers who went through the four dynasties of the Zhu family, all knelt and kowtowed.

"Wait, obey."

"In the edict, I will order the Queen Mother to be regent, and if there is a major event in the country in the future, you must discuss it with the Queen Mother first."

"Three, you're tired."

Zhu Zhanji's breath was already a little chaotic, and he couldn't breathe when he spoke.

"Your Majesty..."

Sanyang is all old tears, seeing this, subconsciously want to get up and help.

"No problem."

Zhu Zhanji raised his hand to suppress it and supported his forehead.

"One more thing."

"Where is Yu Qian?"

Yang Shiqi replied immediately.

"Yu Qian has been governor of Jinyu for five years."

"Five years, I've been about the same as I want to experience."

Zhu Zhanji sighed.

"Emperor Taizong and the first emperor once said that this person can be the pillar of the country, after the funeral, you will recall him back to Beijing, the main military department, find a suitable time in a few years, let him enter the cabinet."

After that, he waved his hand slightly.

Sanyang all understood what it meant, looking at the young but dying emperor, Sanyang's mood was extremely complicated, Zhu Zhanji inherited Yongle's bravery, and Hongxi's benevolence and softness, both rigid and soft, can be described as an excellent king, but also the luck of their courtiers.

Although he has also made many choices that are not suitable in the eyes of later generations, such as giving up Annan, such as basically giving up the defense of the guards outside the Great Wall, which directly reduced the control territory of the Ming Dynasty by nearly half.

But no matter what, it cannot erase the fact that Zhu Zhanji is a Ming Jun.

The most important thing is that in Sanyang's view, after Zhu Zhanji, it may be difficult for a good emperor to appear, after all, according to the laws of history, most of the previous monarchs of a dynasty are wise lords, and the later they go, the lower the probability of the appearance of the Ming monarch, and the higher the probability of the appearance of strange things.

San Yang bowed, took three steps back, and then turned around and walked towards the outside of the hall.

"The sun, moon, mountains and rivers are still there, don't cry, you go slowly."

Zhu Zhanji's voice echoed endlessly in this Qianqing Palace.

The wind in the middle of the night, carrying the snow, blew the frost outside the temple.

Zhu Zhanji retreated from everyone, leaning on the dragon palace alone, looking at this deserted palace, since the death of Emperor Taizong, his heart has never been so peaceful.

His heartbeat gradually slowed down, and his breath gradually weakened, but his consciousness had never been so clear at this moment.

"Grandpa, if you see today's Ming Dynasty, will you regret canonizing me as your grandson back then."

Zhu Zhanji smiled.

In the hazy eyes of his eyes, he seemed to see a person walking towards him, a person he had not seen for eleven years, with whom he had talked freely about state affairs in many dreams.

"The small people have clouds, and when people are about to die, there will be deceased ancestors to greet them."

"It seems that the same is true of the Son of Heaven."

Zhu Zhanji slowly stretched out his hand.

"Grandpa."

Suddenly.

Zhu Zhanji's eyes were stunned.

Because there was another person, one step ahead of the imperial grandfather in his eyes, he came straight to him.

Without saying a word, he grabbed his jaw with one hand, and stuffed an oversized pill of unknown object into his mouth with the other, closed his jaw, leaned back, and swallowed it with a grunt.