I became emperor in the Tang Dynasty by relying on the palace fighting system

Such a big commotion in the parade ground naturally alarmed the servants on the side.

The servants came running over in a hurry, helped him up, massaged his back and helped him breathe. After dancing for half a day, Li Ji finally felt a little more energetic.

The old servant kept asking, "Ah Lang, Ah Lang, are you feeling better?"

"I'm fine." Li Ji covered his heart, feeling the suffocation in his chest, and his thick eyebrows frowned unconsciously.

He wanted to take a deep breath of fresh air, but he just couldn't muster the energy and could only... gasp slightly?

General Li Ji didn't understand what was going on. He frowned, covered his chest tighter, and continued to gasp for breath.

But his own panting sounded strange: "This is strange, is it because of a cold? But if you have a cold, you shouldn't be panting like this..."

Could it be that he had a respiratory disease like Empress Changsun?

The blue phoenix squatting on a branch covered its eyes with its wings.

Of course something is wrong!

How could the moans made by a sick young lady be the same as those made by a normal sick general?

Not far away, Li Ji was about to stand up, but suddenly he felt dizzy, his body tilted, and he fell diagonally onto an old servant.

The key point is that his falling posture was very delicate, like a weeping willow swaying in the wind.

That posture is really like a weak willow swaying in the wind!

The old servant screamed, "Ah Lang! Hurry! Call a doctor!"

There was a sudden chaos over there.

This incident also alarmed Li Zhi. When he heard that General Li Ji had fainted, he was shocked. He was afraid that something had happened to the old general and his plan would be forced to shelve.

Li Zhi quickly ordered his trusted eunuch Wang An to bring a group of imperial doctors out of the palace to see Li Ji.

At Li Ji's residence, Wang An sat aside, watching the imperial physician checking the old general's pulse: "How is the health of the Duke of Ying?"

The doctor looked quite old. He twirled his beard and said, "It's nothing serious. It's just that he got up early and trained for a long time. His blood and qi were boiling, and the heat entered his body. In addition, my husband is old, so his heart and lungs are not in good condition. His blood and qi rushed to his heart, and he fainted suddenly."

Wang An breathed a sigh of relief and urged him, "Now that we know the cause of the disease, prescribe the medicine quickly!"

"Yes." The doctor replied, picked up the pen and started writing the prescription, while he wrote:

"Please don't go to train in the morning these days. I will prescribe two more prescriptions for regulating qi and blood. If you take them for seven or eight days, you will be fine."

Li Zhao, who is far away in Shanglinyuan, has been following this place through skill sharing.

She snorted and said that there was no need to take the medicine for seven or eight days. The Duke of England's "illness" would be cured in less than four days.

Wang An smiled and leaned over to Li Ji who was lying on the couch and said, "That's great. Old Duke, take a good rest. I will go back and report now."

Li Ji leaned on the big silk cotton sac, his face pale and weak, his tone was unspeakably gentle: "Wang Neiguan, please take care. Please tell Your Majesty not to worry about my old age. It's hot in summer and the weather is changeable. Your Majesty, please take care of yourself!"

When saying this, Li Ji showed extraordinary tenderness and iron-bloodedness.

Wang An was used to seeing the calm and composed appearance of the old general, the pillar of the country, so he was quite surprised to see such a gentle side of the old general.

Wang An looked at Li Ji deeply.

The general in my memory is always vigorous, with a majestic figure, eagle eyebrows and tiger eyes, a gaze as sharp as lightning, and his gray beard is combed meticulously.

But now, he was lying on the couch, his originally tall body curled up a little, and could only occupy half of the bed. His face was as pale as paper, which made Wang An a little dazed.

The old Duke...is no longer the heroic young general with a spear in hand and armor.

Memories of the past flooded into Wang An's mind all at once, and his mood suddenly became as noisy as the laughter in a busy city, and as soft as spring water.

He bowed and said, "I know about this and will certainly send regards to His Majesty on behalf of the old Duke."

After saying this, Wang An left the imperial physician behind and went back to report.

However, this scene looked very different in Li Zhao's eyes.

From her and Qingluan's perspective, when the Duke of England said this, his brows were affectionate, there were tears in the corners of his eyes, his tone was slightly coquettish, and his words were sincere and moving.

If a delicate and beautiful woman did this, even a heartless man would probably turn into a pool of spring water.

But although the Duke of England was old, he was not ugly, and he exuded the aura of a Confucian general. He was not actually very annoying even with this look.

Instead, it makes people feel that he has a different kind of pitiful feeling.

Qingluan couldn't bear it any longer. Her eyes twitched: "Zhao Zhao, you are too mean!"

Look, such a great general has been turned into what by Li Zhao.

"General Li Ji did such a rude thing. I am so shocked by his action!"

The culprit, Li Zhao, chuckled: "Oh, you can't blame me for this! Everything is for our mission!"

She apologized madly to Li Ji in her heart: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, General Li Ji!"

"It's my fault that I ruined your image. Please don't hold it against me. I have my own reasons!"

After apologizing, Li Zhao immediately gave Qingluan an order: "Let's go back to the palace and visit Li Zhi."

"Oh." The culprit's helper - Qingluan made an "oh" sound, flapped its wings and flew away, hiding its merits and fame.

In Lianbi Hall of Hebi Palace, after listening to Wang An's report, Li Zhi sat there in a daze, not coming back to his senses for a long time.

Qingluan hid herself on the big tree outside, and the dog secretly poked out half of its furry little head to listen to the movements in the Hebi Hall.

"Old Duke...how is he now?" Li Zhi asked after a long while.

Wang An hurriedly said, "The old Duke is much better. When I left, he was able to sit up."

Li Zhi said nothing. After a moment, he hummed, "I understand. You can go down."

On the desk at one side, Wu Meiniang, who was correcting memorials, raised her head, put down her cinnabar pen, and walked over: "Your Majesty. The old Duke..."

Feeling sad, Li Zhi said in a rather disappointed tone: "Mei Niang, the old Duke is ill, and he got sick so suddenly."

"Ever since the Eastern Palace, I have been accustomed to relying on him, but the old Duke..."

"He is already over seventy years old."

The heroes are in their twilight years and the beauties are in their old age; there is nothing more tragic than this in the world.

Wu Meiniang instantly understood Li Zhi's hidden meaning, accurately received the secret signal, and comforted the frightened Li Zhi:

"To be able to live to the age of seventy, the old Duke is a blessed man, and a long-lived man."

"The old Duke was a brave general in his early years and was in good health. Didn't the imperial physician say that the Duke's illness this time was just a minor one and he would be fine after a few days of rest. Your Majesty, don't worry."

Although Wu Meiniang said this, she felt in her heart that the Duke of England's illness was very strange.

I just told Yu Dou Xuan Zun about the seizure of military power early this morning, and not long after that General Li Ji happened to fall ill. How could it be such a coincidence!

Wu Meiniang was almost certain that it was Yu Dou Xuan Zun who caused Duke Yingguo Li Ji's illness.

She didn't know why Xuanzun did this, and she didn't reveal a word when facing Li Zhi.

Li Zhi was comforted, but only partially: "But Mei Niang, we are all mortals, and birth, aging, sickness and death will come one day."

Being over 70 years old means that the person is very old, but it also means that the person does not have much time left.

The Duke of England is already in his seventies. How long can I rely on him?

"That matter must be put on the agenda." Li Zhi's words were extremely firm.

that matter?

Wu Meiniang's eyes flickered, and she nodded to Li Zhi: "Your Majesty, I understand."

The attack on Goguryeo should be put on the agenda!!!