"Ahem, ahem, ahem...!"

Zhu Zhanji's pupils trembled, clutched his throat, and coughed wildly.

When he finally calmed down, he raised his head suddenly, and what caught his eyes was a knife-like resolute face, which looked very handsome, but the stubble was a little sloppy.

didn't wait for Zhu Zhanji to speak.

Ji Boying raised his hand and put it on Zhu Zhanji's forehead, which felt hot to the touch.

"Sure enough, I guessed it."

"It's almost too late."

The cause of Zhu Zhanji's death in history has always been a mystery, and there is no definite conclusion, and there are many analyses in later generations.

Why did an emperor in the prime of life suddenly die?

According to history, Ming Xuanzong Zhu Zhanji was ill on the twenty-first day of the ninth month of Xuande, and collapsed on the third day of the first month of the tenth year of Xuande.

One thing is certain, though, that this is definitely acute.

Because in the ninth year of Xuande, that is, three months before Zhu Zhanji's illness, Zhu Zhanji also took a man of civil and military affairs to the north to patrol the border.

Regarding the cause of Zhu Zhanji's death, later generations have roughly the following speculations.

The first is death from overwork.

However, this one is also the most untrustworthy one, sudden death from overwork is only in an instant, and Zhu Zhanji experienced thirteen days from the onset of illness to his death, and it is obviously impossible to die suddenly.

Moreover, the Sanyang cabinet in the Xuande period was extremely mature, except for the military affairs that had to be decided by the emperor, some ordinary court affairs were agreed by Sanyang, and the votes were to be submitted, Zhu Zhanji only needed to pick the key points and take a look, and then approve them, and the workload was not so large that it was necessary to explode the liver day and night.

The second is death from poisoning.

There are two branches of thought in this school.

The first one is to eat the elixir of longevity, the so-called elixir in ancient times was heavy metals, and there was no difference between taking pills and knocking poisons, but Zhu Zhanji was a person who looked at life and death much more indifferently than ordinary emperors.

In the edict he left before his death, he said such a sentence: "The common sense of life and death of the husband is the common sense, and the number of shorts is fixed."

This is to the effect that the life and death of a person is an inevitable thing, and the life span is also predestined.

How could such an open-minded person take pills as food, and there has never been a historical record that Zhu Zhanji pursued immortality wholeheartedly, and basically ruled out eating pills.

The other is to pay attention to the fact that Zhu Zhanji likes to play with the stove, and the Xuande furnace that has been passed down through the ages is a masterpiece supervised by Zhu Zhanji himself.

But does Zhu Zhanji like to play with stoves, but doesn't he like to eat stoves, and can he still play himself to the point of heavy metal poisoning?

Therefore, there is no basis for death by poisoning.

The third is to die of indulgence.

Although Zhu Zhanji has fourteen concubines in name, there are actually only a few who are favored, and the others are basically guarding the empty house, which can be seen from the number of his children.

What's more, Zhu Zhanji is a rare emperor in history, and he feels that these things are not worthy of the righteousness of the Ming Dynasty.

Fourth, there is a family genetic disease.

The largest number of people support this point of view, some say that the root of the disease came down from Zhu Yuanzhang, some say that it came down from Zhu Di, and some say that it started with Zhu Gaochi, and if you don't look at it from afar, just look at Zhu Gaochi's ten sons, with an average life expectancy of 34 years old.

In this way, Zhu Zhanji is still above the average.

But there is also a problem, because Zhu Zhanji's other brothers died differently from him.

If it is a strict familial invisible genetic disease, then everyone is a brother, and the way of death should be very different.

There is no conclusive evidence for any of these four theories, but relatively speaking, family genetic diseases are more convincing.

Of course, in fact, there is a fifth: patrolling the border and contracting diseases.

Xuande's nine-year border patrol, the northern border is already very cold, and the border patrol is not a comfortable thing, even if it is a cold and fever in ancient times, if it is not treated in time, it will slowly develop into a serious illness.

It is very likely that Zhu Zhanji was already sick after returning from patrolling the northern border, but his illness was mild, and he was strong and strong, so he didn't care about it until the twenty-first day of the ninth month of Xuande, when a sudden wind attacked.

For these five speculations.

Ji Boying actually didn't believe in anything, he only believed what he saw in front of him and a few words he grabbed from historical materials: qi and blood fever.

This is one of the few descriptions in the history of the Ming Dynasty about Zhu Zhanji's illness, just a few words.

"Immortal Master, how is Zhanji?"

Old Zhu Di looked at this grandson who was nearly forty years old, and there was a big difference from the appearance in his memory.

He grew a beard, and the playful nature of his body disappeared completely, replaced by the majesty of a mature emperor's demeanor.

"The medicine I gave him can temporarily suppress the heat in his body."

Angong Niuhuang Pill, a traditional Chinese medicine for the treatment of acute critical fever, when the epidemic occurred, if anyone had such a piece at home, it had to be a treasure.

Although Ji Boying is not a doctor, he can also judge from Zhu Zhanji's fatigue, the appearance of his eyelids that he is not matched, and his hot forehead.

So Ji Boying fed Zhu Zhanji Angong Niuhuang Pill for the first time.

Acute illness, as long as it can be suppressed, there will be salvation, and if it can't be suppressed, it can only be finished.

"Grandpa?"

"Immortal Master?"

Zhu Zhanji's slightly confused brain was even more confused.

Aren't you burned?!

Is this a dream?

Wrong...

Zhu Zhanji was suddenly stunned, because he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his body, and there were faint signs of retreating.

He remembered the words of Du Tong of the Tai Hospital: As long as His Majesty's fever subsides, the minister will have a way to make His Majesty's dragon healthy.

People want to live, especially emperors.

Even if Zhu Zhanji is the one who sees life and death relatively lightly as the emperor's lieutenant general, he also wants to continue to live.

At this moment, Zhu Zhanji didn't even have time to think about why the imperial grandfather appeared, and who was the immortal master who was dressed strangely and fed himself with an unknown pill, so he just yelled.

"Dutong!"

After roaring, Zhu Zhanji gasped for breath, and his forehead began to sweat.

He had a fever for 12 days, and he didn't sweat a little, and now, he started to sweat!

It's only a few minutes.

The old man Du, who had been waiting in the side hall of the Qianqing Palace, quickly entered the Qianqing Palace, the old imperial doctor who entered the Tai Hospital during the Yongle period and served the Ming Emperor for three generations was sweating profusely, his face was pale, and he subconsciously thought that Zhu Zhanji was going to die.

was only focused on Zhu Zhanji, and in a panic, he didn't notice the existence of old Zhu Di and Ji Boying at all, and quickly came to Zhu Zhanji's palace.

When I saw that Zhu Zhanji's forehead was sweating and the fever was subsiding, his eyes were straight.

"Miracle, miracle!"

"Saved! Your Majesty is saved! ”

Without any hesitation, Du Tong took out his portable medicine box and wanted to administer needles to Zhu Zhanji.

"What are you doing in a daze, hand me the needle."

As soon as the words came out, a needle was handed over to one hand.

Hey? How can this hand be so old, it doesn't look like a eunuch's!

Du Tong subconsciously turned his head to look at it, and looked at Lao Zhu Di, and suddenly the air froze.