Zhou Qian didn't believe in the nonsense that King Jin was about to die of illness at all.

And that's not all.

He also felt that there must be another reason why King Jin suddenly returned to the capital.

Thinking of the recent changes in the capital, Zhou Qian's heart sank: Could it be that the king of Jin felt that I handed over the affairs of the Ministry of Industry to Jingxian to do it, and I wanted to increase the bargaining chips for the old fourteenth to compete for the crown prince, so he gave up the power of Luohe Dao and deliberately rushed back to the capital.

"Since Zhou An's accident, King Jin is probably missing one person who has come up with ideas, and his vision has become more and more short-sighted."

"I clearly handed over half of the sale of the glass to An Baolou to deal with, and I didn't let King Kang intervene in the manual department, but he still wanted to fight for a piece of the pie, maybe he is complaining about my partiality with King Kang now, and thinking about coming to me to seek justice, do you say, Su Peiyuan?"

This kind of matter between the royal father and son, how dare Su Peiyuan speak, he can only smile and want to be sloppy, vague in the past.

But who knows.

Zhou Qian was depressed and had no one to complain about, and seeing that Su Peiyuan didn't speak, he asked the eunuchs standing in the distance again: "Do you think I am biased?" ”

Plop!

The eunuchs fell to their knees.

Especially the little eunuch in the imperial study that King Jin bought with a lot of money, he couldn't wait to stuff his head into the crotch of his pants.

Normally they waited here, but His Majesty had never asked such a question.

Why did he just get a hundred taels of gold from the Jin Wangfu a few days ago, and he planned to risk losing his head to be the ears of the Jin Wangfu, and today His Majesty went against the norm and asked them about this head-dropping?

At this time, the little eunuch regretted receiving the hundred taels of gold, but he couldn't return it.

Just as he was waiting for His Majesty to pull him out and kill him with a cane, he heard a cold snort from above.

"I ask you, how do you know my hard work, I was indeed partial before, but it was not King Kang who was eccentric, but he was King Jin, if King Jin's condition was really serious, it would be fine, if he was not seriously ill, when he arrived in the capital, I would also send troops to send him to Luohe Road again!"

Let's talk.

Zhou Qian sat back in front of the low table and continued to bury his head in reviewing the folds.

I am angry in my heart, and my greetings are not pleasing to the eye.

When Jiangnan Province said some flattering words about the peace of the world, Zhou Qian wrote down this person in his heart.

When the New Year is dispatched, this person will be directly transferred to the place where there is a disturbance at the border pass as an envoy, and stay until next year to see if this person can still say flattering words about the peace of the world.

Zhou Qian looked up at the little eunuch who was constantly wiping his sweat below, and sneered silently.

King Jin wanted to put eyeliner next to him.

And he became the king of Jin.

I hope that after King Jin knows his attitude, he can change it if he has it, and encourage him if he doesn't.

Otherwise, this trial can end early.

……

Kannai Province, Weizhou.

This place is only more than 200 miles away from the capital.

The four carriages of the King of Jin, if they traveled at full speed, could reach the capital in less than a day.

But in Weizhou City, King Jin and his entourage stopped.

It is not because of foresight, waiting for the eyes in the palace to come to report the news, and then decide whether to move forward or not.

It was King Jin, who was seriously ill.

In order to find the best Langzhong in Weizhou City faster, King Jin and his entourage lived directly in the backyard of the Weizhou Mansion.

Fortunately, the prefect of Weizhou was the person of the King of Jin, and although he was surprised by the arrival of the King of Jin, he still treated each other with courtesy in accordance with the highest specifications, and at the same time, he also mobilized the Langzhong of the whole city to come to treat the King of Jin.

Lang Zhong has not yet come.

In the guest room where King Jin lived, it was already sour, and even the guards who were used to serving were choked by this sour smell at this time.

Jia Chu helped King Jin to just come out of Gong's room, and when his subordinates cleaned up the Gong bucket, King Jin rushed towards the spittoon again.

"Vomit ......"

After retching several times, King Jin finally vomited out the yellowing and blackening bile, pinched a handful of snot with a silk handkerchief with tears in his eyes, and just wanted to speak, Venus appeared in front of him, and he sat down weakly on the ground.

Fortunately, Jia Chu quickly pulled the person up, hugged him to the bed and sat down against the quilt, so King Jin did not sit on the ground, and then made matters worse and injured his legs and feet.

"The Imperial Doctor......

King Jin trembled and stretched out his hand towards Jia Chu, his tone almost begging.

Jia Chu looked at the prince who was still handsome and could attract a lot of young girls even if he was middle-aged, but now because of vomiting and diarrhea for two consecutive days, his face was not thin, and he looked like he was more than ten years old, and he felt indescribable remorse in his heart.

If you were looking for any bad reason, you had to call yourself sick and leave.

Who would have thought that he would be fine when he left Pingxian, and he didn't know if he ate unclean things on the road, or because he was in a hurry and suffered from the cold, the prince was really sick.

And this disease is like a mountain, and it can't be cured at all.

When passing by the small county town, I also asked Lang Zhong to see it, but Lang Zhong couldn't see anything at that time, so he only took medicine to treat the stomach and intestines.

When he took it, the prince was a little better, but who knew that at night, his condition would worsen rapidly.

I vomit and pull, and I can't stop it.

By this morning, the whole person was about to collapse, thanks to the hanging of ginseng tablets, so that he would not faint.

"The Imperial Doctor......

King Jin stretched out his hand to the door with blank eyes, and after only saying two words, he was about to lick his chapped and peeling lips.

At this time, the king of Jin was seriously ill and his mind was a little unclear.

Jia Chu knew that he had not yet arrived in the capital, and the prince was afraid that he would only be more anxious, and he would definitely let him hurry back to Beijing to find the imperial doctor.

But the prince's condition was so serious suddenly, and if he continued to hurry, he was afraid that an accident would happen.

"The Imperial Doctor......

King Jin is still calling like a soul, full of anticipation.

Although he felt groggy and couldn't say something because of his illness, he had a gut feeling in his heart.

Even if he dies, he gets the capital and dies again.

There is a doctor in the capital, and his father will definitely send the best doctor to treat him.

Other places are poor and remote, a small illness can cure him into a major illness, he doesn't believe in those barefoot langzhong, he only believes in the imperial doctor!

"Lord Wang, Lang Zhong is here."

Then.

The prefect of Weizhou walked in with two gray-bearded Lang Zhong.

These two Langzhong, because the prefect of Weizhou often sees patients in their hospital and takes care of them, the two Langzhong decided to take a risk.

Who doesn't know that King Jin is a nobleman in Tianhuang, and he is in a hurry to stop, it must be a serious illness.

Other Langzhong didn't dare to come, if they didn't think about the prefect's usual care, they naturally didn't want to come.

As soon as the group entered the door, the sour smell in the air made the prefect of Weizhou feel sick to his stomach, and his Adam's apple surged several times, but it was all because of his strong self-control that he suppressed the breakfast that he wanted to spit out.

Fortunately, the two Lang have experienced a lot of this kind of thing, and when they smell this smell, they don't mean to vomit, but they are so frightened that their faces turn pale.

They invariably pulled out a handkerchief from their arms, tied it around their ears and behind their heads, and stretched out their arms to pull it down at the prefect of Weizhou, who still wanted to go inside.

"Your Excellency, it's better not to go in yet."

"The prince is inside, how can I not go in and take care of one or two?"

The prefect of Weizhou is in the Jin King faction, but it is only a neither high nor low existence.

Who doesn't know that the icing on the cake is easy to send charcoal in the snow.

Finally, there was an opportunity to be courteous, and of course he didn't want to miss it.

The two Lang Zhong glanced at each other, and they were still the oldest and the one who had the best friendship with the prefect, so they leaned into the ear of the prefect of Weizhou and whispered a few words.

The face of the prefect of Weizhou instantly turned pale, and he looked at King Jin who was sitting on the bed and still shouting "Imperial Doctor" in disbelief, as if thousands of wild horses were galloping away in his heart.

Fake, right?

King Jin, how could he get this disease?!