The plague is a terrible infectious disease.Since the British public Zhang Weixian passed on this disease, no one dared to come to visit him.The empty house, the empty bed, the British duke was lying alone on the bed, he only felt a pain in his chest, and his breathing became more and more unpleasant.There was a small stove outside the house, and an old servant was boiling the decoction, and this old servant was also Zhang Weixian's cronies, and he had been waiting for him loyally for so many years.Even now that he is infected with the epidemic, the servants are afraid to avoid it, and only this old servant takes the initiative to ask Ying to come and take care of him.The decoction in the medicine jar was naturally prescribed by the Tai Hospital, and a lot of precious medicinal materials were used, but this is just the effect?
It's just slightly better than nothing, and drinking the right to replenish physical strength.What really helped Zhang Weixian's condition was the thousand-year-old mountain ginseng rewarded by His Majesty the Emperor, but unfortunately it was too difficult for this ginseng to grow for a thousand years.After all, this thing lasts for a first-class life, who doesn't love to spare their lives?
The old servant opened the medicine jar, a bitter smell came to his nose, the smell was disgusting, he sighed, picked up the porcelain bowl and scooped some medicinal soup, prepared a plate of sugar-pickled plums, and then brought it to the room.This old servant was naturally wrapped tightly all over his body, and even wore gloves on his hands, he held the porcelain bowl and said respectfully, "Master, it's time to drink medicine, the old slave will help you up!"
”"Ah Zhong!"
Zhang Weixian panted and said, "You don't have to worry about me, my body and bones are not good, don't infect you too, from now on, none of you can come in my house, you know?"
”The old servant Ah Zhong reluctantly smiled, "The old slave has followed the master for so many years, and a cheap life has long been the master, the old slave has been alone all these years, what kind of plague are you afraid of?"
It's a big deal to go with the master!
”After saying this, Ah Zhong stretched out his hand, helped Zhang Weixian up, and fed him a mouthful of decoction.However, Zhang Weixian's strength had already been exhausted, and he held a mouthful of medicine in his mouth, but he couldn't swallow it, and he worked hard for a long time before he barely swallowed the decoction, and then he felt a little hot in his stomach.Now the climate is relatively warm, but Zhang Weixian's body is cold and cold, the old servant Ah Zhong added two beds of cotton wool to him, and there are a few soup women on the bed, two covering their feet, one covering their waist, and one soup woman is held in Zhang Weixian's arms.So many soup women are steaming, but they can't warm the cold body of the British male.When Chongzhen first came, he was sweating in an instant.He wore several layers of isolation gowns and masks, which was already very stuffy, and coupled with the heat emitted by the soup women on Zhang Weixian's bed, it was simply hot."
Old man, I've come to visit you."
Zhang Weixian's originally dim eyes suddenly brightened, he looked at the door in astonishment, the sun was shining outside, and a ray of light was shining on the young man at the door, as if gilded, brilliant."
Your Majesty!"
Zhang Weixian struggled to get up, as if he wanted to salute Chongzhen, but he suddenly realized that he was now sick, so he must not infect His Majesty!
”He hurriedly shrank back and said in a hoarse voice, "Your Majesty, you shouldn't have come here!"
According to the routine played in the TV series, when the monarch and the minister meet on this occasion, Chongzhen, as the king, should step forward, hold Zhang Weixian's hand tightly and say excitedly, "Is the old prince okay?"
”Unfortunately, these are extraordinary times.Chongzhen was able to come to see Zhang Weixian for the last time, and he didn't know how much pressure he withstood it.This pressure was not only exerted on him by the minister, but also on himself.In good conscience, who is not afraid of death?
Chongzhen is naturally afraid of death, in fact, he is more afraid of death than ordinary people, and finally crossed over to become an emperor, and he didn't enjoy the glory and wealth for a few years, if he hung up because of the plague, he would also lose money.But in the end, Chongzhen still defeated himself.After being fully armed, with gadgets like spirits and pepper water spraying the ground.He finally came to Zhang Weixian's isolation place, which was an independent courtyard, which was guarded by heavy soldiers and did not allow anyone to enter or leave, and all the supplies were passed in through the small hole, leaving only an old servant to take care of it.Chongzhen didn't enter the house, he just stood at the door and looked at Zhang Weixian fixedly, "My husband is a generation of pillars of my Ming Dynasty, and he has been silently guarding the Ming Dynasty and me for so many years, why can't I come to see you?"
”For Zhang Weixian, Chongzhen is extremely respectful and grateful.Zhang Weixian sighed, and suddenly said slowly, "When the old minister first saw Your Majesty, you were still a king of letters, and although Your Majesty at that time also had great ambitions, he was also an impatient person.At that time, the old minister felt that His Majesty was by no means a holy lord.But later in the illness to see His Majesty again, although His Majesty's face has not changed, but the personality and mind has been completely different, at that time the old minister felt that His Majesty is a rare Ming monarch, the old minister is proud to be able to assist such a great king.It's a pity, what can I do if I don't have time?
Your Majesty is prosperous in the Spring and Autumn Period, and the old minister is already dying, all the great achievements of His Majesty in the future, the old minister will not have the opportunity to see, regret!
”Chongzhen didn't know how to persuade him, so he had to say a wild word, "Old Guogong don't worry, your illness will be fine, you must drink more hot water." ”Zhang Weixian smiled bitterly, he still drank hot water, he couldn't even swallow the decoction now.Zhang Weixian gasped for breath, and the old servant Ah Zhong hurriedly took out a thousand-year-old ginseng, cut a thin slice and put it under Zhang Weixian's tongue, and after a moment Zhang Weixian felt a little more relieved.He waved the old servant back and faced Chongzhen alone.Then Zhang Weixian turned sideways and looked at Chongzhen from afar, "Lao Chen has too many regrets in this life, and the biggest regret is that he finally met the Holy Lord, but he didn't have much life.But?
The old minister still has doubts in his heart, can His Majesty answer it for the old minister at this last moment?
”When a person is about to die, he will see things more thoroughly.Chongzhen looked at Zhang Weixian's eyes like a sea, and then thought of what he said before, and suddenly felt a sigh in his heart.Secretly: The British Duke can't have found something, right?
Sure enough, this Zhang Weixian suddenly looked at Chongzhen fixedly, and said word by word, "Who is Your Majesty?"
”Zhang Weixian's eyes were always staring at Chongzhen, as if he could see the depths of his soul, the soul that did not belong to this time and space, the soul that belonged to the game otaku.Who am I?
Chongzhen also wants to ask himself, who is it?
Hundreds of years later, the soul has already integrated into this time and space, and how many times in the middle of the night when I dream back, the memory belonging to the game otaku is getting weaker and weaker, while the memory belonging to this time and space is becoming clearer and clearer.He is not Chongzhen, he is Chongzhen.Chongzhen smiled faintly, "I'm here for Daming Zhongxing." ”Zhang Weixian was stunned, and then he smiled, "In this way, there is hope for the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty, the will of heaven, Your Majesty, your future road will be extremely difficult, and the minister can no longer protect it, Your Majesty cherishes it!"
”The two of them spoke carefully for a while, and Chongzhen left.After returning to the palace, it was naturally a thorough disinfection and cleaning, and then he drank a lot of herbs to enhance his physique, and then Chongzhen rested on the soft collapse and closed his eyes to recuperate.After a long time, Chongzhen suddenly said to Zhao Dacheng, "Urgently summon Zhang Zhiji back to Beijing." ”On the night after Chongzhen's decree was issued, the British public Zhang Weixian died suddenly.A generation of loyalty, this is the end.Under normal circumstances, if such a great pillar dies, it will have to stop for a few days, and then the emperor will lead hundreds of officials to worship in person, but now is an extraordinary period, and Zhang Weixian can't enjoy all this.Strike the dynasty?
In this case, I can't be busy, how dare I stop the court!
Funeral of hundreds of officials?
If you're not afraid of contagion, just send it!
Therefore, Zhang Weixian's funeral was also very cold, not at all like the funeral of a famous old man, and even Zhang Zhiji didn't have time to rush back, and a generation of old men were buried in a hurry.In the dead of night, on the cold streets.A group of soldiers was walking on the streets of the capital, and several pack horses were walking beside them, and the goods seemed to be very heavy, and even the pack horses were sweating profusely and dejected."
Chief, do we really want to pretend to be officers and soldiers?
I'm a little scared. ”A bearded man with a gloomy vulture face gritted his teeth and said, "It's all pretended, what are you afraid of?"
The stinky boy puffed up his chest for Lao Tzu, and the officers and soldiers had to look like officers and soldiers, don't look like a coward, so that people can see the flaws. ”This group is actually a group of yellowbeards?
And they really dare to pretend to be officers and soldiers, looking at the posture except for a few cowards, the psychological quality of the rest of the horse thieves is still quite strong, and they are decent and not cowardly at all.The group arrived at Xizhimen without danger, but they didn't dare to go up.After hesitating for a long time, Yellowbeard kicked the thin hemp pole on the buttocks, "The hemp pole you go over." ”According to the agreement, the city guards of Xizhimen have actually been bought by the mysterious man, and the yellowbeard group only needs to match the code to get out of the city openly, but?
Yellowbeard is still a little cowardly, that's the defender of the capital, who is that mysterious person?
How can your hands and eyes reach this point?
And what the hell are they shipping?
When Jiang Xingkui handed over the goods to Yellowbeard and others, he didn't tell what the goods were, and this guy even put a seal on the goods, and instructed Yellowbeard not to tear the seal without authorization.Yellowbeard was very convinced by Jiang Xingkui, and he naturally didn't dare to tear the seal at will.The skinny hemp pole touched his buttocks and walked over depressedly.After some negotiations, I saw a general with a lofty instrument coming proudly, he looked at the yellow beard suspiciously for a moment, and then waved them over, and actually went out of the city?
Three days ago, the little soldier was waiting outside the city, this guy was still very arrogant, he raised his eyes and glanced at these horse thieves a few times, and then said in a strange manner, "You come with me, take care of the goods." ”The road was not easy to walk at night, and the group walked for a long time before arriving at a manor.From the outside, the estate is modest and large.The gray brick wall was overgrown with moss, and several big dogs were guarding the door, vigilantly looking at the yellowbeard and others who were getting closer and closer.The arrogant soldier just now walked out and shouted, "Get out of the way, brute." ”When the dogs saw their acquaintances, they stopped barking, and whined and pounced and wagged their tails vigorously, and were in a hurry, but unfortunately this arrogant soldier was not a dog lover, and he flew up and kicked a yellow dog out.Then he walked into the manor with the horse thieves.From the outside, the manor is very big, and when you go in, it is big, and the manor is empty, there is nothing, uh, there are people, and there are quite a lot of people, these stand in silence, staring at Yellowbeard and the others.When he got closer, Yellowbeard was frightened.These people are all Tartars!
Yellowbeard is doing the business of licking blood on the grassland, robbing and killing countless merchants and ordinary people, but he just doesn't dare to rob and kill the Tartars, because the Tartars are too ruthless, so that the Yellow Beard is afraid from the bones.This is the foot of the Son of Heaven, the capital is important!
So there will be so many tartars?
Just when Yellowbeard was panicking, he saw a handsome middle-aged man come out, uh, it could be an elderly man, but this man was very well maintained, and he couldn't tell his age.At this time, the arrogant little soldier who had just dragged it was suddenly soft, but when he saw him step forward and knelt on the ground, "The little one is fortunate not to be dishonored, and finally brought the goods, and asked the factory to accept it." ”The handsome man who couldn't see his age said, "Feng Quan, you are very good." ”Factory company?
What is the meaning?
The yellow beard is just reckless, how does he know what the factory is doing, but it is still quite magnificent to hear this title, this man should be a big man, and he must stammer.After figuring it out, the yellow beard also immediately went up and knelt down, "The little yellow beard has seen the factory father, and the factory father Wan'an." ”The guy who was called Feng Quan quit, he glared at Yellowbeard with hatred, "Dog, what a noble identity the factory father, you dog thing, don't collide with the factory father, get out of the way." ”Yellowbeard snorted coldly, he didn't look at this Feng Xuan, he was fed up with Feng Xuan's bird's anger along the way, and he had long wanted to find a way back, but now looking at Feng Quan's humble appearance, isn't he also a lackey?
Phew, everyone is a dog, who is more noble than whom?
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Could it be that you Feng Xuan is a famous Baba dog, and my yellow beard is a scum dog?
And the handsome man who couldn't see his age was obviously very good-tempered, he smiled, "This hero also get up, you have worked hard along the way, go in with our house and drink some hot tea."
By the way, Feng Quan, you can come in too!
”Yellowbeard followed up, and secretly thought: A big man is a big man, and his bearing is different, just?
What's going on with those tartars?
And Feng Quan is obviously more at sycophancy, he said respectfully, "The factory company, you go in first, and come back after the small one unloads the goods." ”