Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

Master Zhuang shook his head in the face of Jun Yichen's low cough and said, "But I think what Marquis Bochang said makes sense. The emperor just said that Beiyan suddenly launched a surprise attack and robbed half of our border grain. According to what the fourth prince said, it is not a problem to capture a few cities in Beiyan, but there must be enough grain. Whether we fight or not, we need to solve the grain problem on the border."

Emperor Wen Zhao nodded solemnly: "Master Zhuang is right. I called you here tonight not to discuss the issue of war or not, but to discuss the issue of food and grass."

Except for Marquis Bochang and Grand Tutor Zhuang, no one hit the point.

War requires food and fodder. He just said it very clearly. Bei Yan raided and robbed half of the food and fodder. Now the border is short of food and fodder. How can we fight this war?

The Minister of War and the Minister of Revenue, who were jumping happily just now, were silent.

The transportation of grain and fodder is the responsibility of the Minister of War.

Raising food and fodder requires money, which is the responsibility of the Ministry of Revenue.

But the Ministry of Revenue doesn't have much money!

Although the weather has been good in recent years, the weather in Dong Zhou is bad. In winter, there is heavy snow and it is very difficult to harvest.

Most of the money collected was used to maintain the army.

Moreover, Dong Zhou had to pay tribute to Xi Shang every year, and the tribute increased year by year.

Everyone was silent, and Jun Yichen's cough seemed particularly abrupt.

Jun Yichen was coughing and gasping for breath. When he took a breath, Emperor Wen Zhao asked hurriedly, "Chen'er, how do you think we should solve the problem of food and grass?"

Jun Yichen put his hand on his chin and coughed heavily.

Everyone looked at Jun Yichen at the same time. Everyone knew that His Majesty the King of Ming was extremely resourceful and could make the Mongols surrender without any effort.

They also wanted to hear how Jun Yichen would solve the food problem.

But His Majesty Ming Wang's cough became louder and heavier, his breathing became more and more difficult, and suddenly he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Then his face turned pale and he fainted!

"Chen'er!"

Emperor Wen Zhao was shocked: "Quick, call Doctor Wen!"

Eunuch Lin beside him said anxiously: "Your Majesty, Doctor Wen has taken a leave of absence these days because he broke his leg."

"Then bring him up and call all the people from the Imperial Hospital!"

"Yes."

Eunuch Lin wanted to turn around and leave.

Emperor Wen Zhao said again: "Also, call Yang San over as well, go quickly."

"Yes"

Eunuch Lin hurriedly passed on the message.

Everyone looked at His Majesty Ming Wang who was vomiting blood and unconscious, and they had different thoughts.

The imperial doctors said that His Majesty the Prince of Ming would not survive this cold winter. His cough was so severe this time that it looked like he was in great danger.

Jun Zeyuan patted Jun Yichen's back with one hand, and slowly sent streams of Qi into his body.

The second brother must have overacted. He really spit out blood.

He couldn't understand why his second brother was acting like this today.

Marquis Bochang and Grand Tutor Zhuang looked worried and sad. If His Royal Highness Prince Ming really returned and the Fourth Prince took the throne, the first to be attacked would be Marquis Bochang's mansion and Grand Tutor's mansion.

Jun Minhuai was so happy at the moment, he was looking forward to it, die soon, die soon, after death, no one will fight with him anymore.

Soon, all the doctors arrived, and even Doctor Wen, whose leg was broken, was helped in limping.

Doctor Wen was supported by someone and stepped forward to feel Jun Yichen's pulse. He knelt down in panic and said, "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness Ming Wang will die in the next two or three days."