Rebirth of the Ming Dynasty: Sixth Generation of Glory, I don't want it

A bunch of alchemists talked at once and soon the topic turned to an argument about whose master was more powerful.

Wen Beijiao pushed these noisy people aside.

He asked the two old doctors he trusted the most to take Zhang Xin's pulse again.

"The pulse is dull and weak, the tongue is dark, with slight ecchymosis and teeth marks, the veins under the tongue are thick and black, and there are small fine lines splitting out. This blood clot is not small."

The old doctor named Chen sounded a little sloppy, but his hands were very clean. He did it again and explained it in more detail.

“It seems to be still solidified.”

The other person, who had the same surname as Wen Beijiao, held Zhang Xin's other hand and nodded in agreement.

"My family has a method of craniotomy passed down from generation to generation. It can clear the blood clots in the brain, but it won't save lives."

Doctor Chen said again.

"My family has an ancestral anesthetic that can make surgery painless, but there are also cases where the patient cannot wake up."

Doctor Wen also looked conflicted.

"Forget about opening the skull, but I'd better prescribe some medicine."

Zhang Xin is upset.

"There is no need to add to the imperial physician's prescription. Let's wait and see what fate has in store for us."

Doctor Chen and Doctor Wen looked at each other and withdrew their hands at the same time.

The group of noisy alchemists over there saw that the fight here was over and crowded around Zhang Xin again.

An ordinary-looking alchemist was elected by everyone and stood in front of Zhang Xin.

"Your Highness, could you please reveal your birth date?"

"What do you want this for?"

Zhu Gaochi asked.

"Please calculate it. Brother Qi may not be good at other things, but calculating life span is pretty good."

The alchemist next to him answered before the ordinary alchemist could speak.

"Can it be changed?"

Zhu Gaochi asked again.

"No need. If it can be changed, then the calculation is inaccurate. If it cannot be changed, what's the point of calculating it. Why bother for the masters?"

Zhang Xin smiled and stopped the anxious Zhu Gaochi.

"Your Highness is very insightful!"

Ordinary alchemists bowed in greeting.

"Thank you for the trouble."

Zhang Xin smiled again and stood up. Zhu Gaochi quickly stepped forward and let Zhang Xin hold his arm. The couple quickly left the laboratory.

No matter how reluctant Zhu Gaochi was, he returned to the Xishan Villa and made arrangements for Zhang Xin.

He had to go to Zhu Di to report back and do his work.

Just as Zhang Xin had imagined, she lived a comfortable life that she had never experienced in her previous two lifetimes.

You can sleep until you wake up naturally in the morning and you don’t need to get up immediately. You can just lie lazily in bed for a while.

After getting up and having breakfast, Yao Niang took my pulse and prescribed some medicine.

Then go out and bask in the sun and do some acupuncture.

Since Yao Niang did not recommend any special exercise, the doctor would come to give Zhang Xin a full body massage regularly.

After a short nap in the afternoon, Li Shanggong from the Palace Administration Department will come over.

Narrated by Zhang Xin and recorded by Li Shanggong.

Record every detail of the royal affairs.

After Li Shanggong left, Zhu Zhanyong, Zhu Zhanzang, and Zhu Jiabao also returned from get out of class.

She was busy helping her three kids with their homework and caring about the people living in their homes.

After some chatting and laughing, Zhu Gaochi was released by Zhu Di.

Then the family would have dinner together and take a walk in the courtyard to digest the food.

Whenever Xu is free, she will come to Zhang Xin's place and chat with her every day.

Zhu Di would also be dragged along.

Occasionally, when it’s dinner time, the whole family, young and old, eats together.

After dinner, Zhu Zhanyong performed archery and competed with Zhu Di in throwing pots.

Zhu Jiabao climbed every tree in the villa amid Xu's loud praise.

Several palace ladies who were in charge of the royal shops changed their regular visit to the palace from once every three days to once every six days.

Unless the problem is extremely difficult to solve, it will not be handed over to Zhang Xin.

Zhang Xin's days are happy and regular.

Zhang Xin was very satisfied.

Zhu Gaochi was not like that.

On the third day after returning from the laboratory, the letter from the King of Shu arrived.

Master Zhang is traveling around the world and no one knows where he is at the moment, and he cannot be contacted at all.

Although no one knows Zhang Zhenren's actual age, it is certain that he is over 100 years old.

The people in the Taoist temple didn’t even know whether Master Zhang had passed away.

After this line was broken, Zhu Gaochi acted as if nothing had happened.

Just like before, he would discuss national affairs with Zhang Xin, complain about court officials, and complain about Zhu Di.

But Zhang Xin vaguely felt that Zhu Gaochi's calmness was not true calmness.

But she couldn't see.

Zhu Gaochi didn't want to say it, and there was nothing she could do.

Until one night, Zhang Xin was sleeping soundly and turned over to find that there was no one in the bed.

She said nothing.

The next night, pretend to be asleep as soon as you go to bed.

Sure enough, Zhu Gaochi, who was originally lying with her, turned over and got out of bed after thinking she fell asleep.

The same thing happened on the third night.

On the fourth day, when Zhu Gaochi got up, Zhang Xin also sat up.

"What does your highness do every night?"

"Ah, you weren't asleep?"

Zhu Gaochi, who was caught, sounded a little panicked.

"Well, waiting to catch your tail."

"What the hell is my tail!"

"So, what are you doing? Staying up every night and rolling up your sleeves?"

"Your Highness, the prince goes to the study every day to read medical books. He even reads them until midnight. Please persuade the prince."

Having helped keep it a secret for so long, Wanxiu can no longer hold back.

Seeing that Zhu Gaochi slept less than one or two hours a day and that his eyes looked strange, the servants around him were almost getting anxious.

But Zhu Gaochi didn't let him say it.

"Do you see anything?"

Zhang Xin was silent for a while and asked.

"In three to five years, I will be able to see the result!"

Zhu Gaochi could not accept Zhang Xin's state of waiting to die.

"Then why not, I will read it with Your Highness during the day or after dinner. Your Highness will read it to me."

Zhang Xin knew she couldn't convince Zhu Gaochi from the intensity of his voice.

"I don't want you to worry."

"For three to five years, I only slept for a short time every day. I haven't fallen down yet, but Your Highness has."

Zhang Xin presents the facts.

"impossible."

"If you hold on a little longer, it might be possible! Otherwise, I will endure it with you."

Zhang Xin issued an ultimatum.

"Oh."

"Don't be hypocritical. I'm the patient now and I'm the boss. If you lie to me once, I won't take medicine for a day."

"You are cruel!"

"sleep!"

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Ming Dynasty, the twelfth year of Yongle, March.

【The emperor ordered the establishment of a temple for the god of horses in the capital. 】

"It was Qingming Festival, and there were so many people riding horses up the mountain to offer sacrifices that the burning paper money flew up and set the trees on fire, and the horses were startled and trampled."

Since Zhang Xin was not keeping up with current affairs, Zhu Gaochi explained the reasons behind each imperial edict to Zhang Xin.

"It's Qingming Festival so soon?"

Time flies by so fast when you are happy. After getting used to being blind, Zhang Xin's days seem to pass by faster than when she was busy before.

"Well then, it's Qingming."

"Oh, yes, Dad has been to the capital and is back. Someone is injured? So Mom is very busy these days?"

Zhang Xin remembered it now.

But it’s not about Zhu Di going to Nanjing.

But in his previous life, during the Lantern Festival outside the Meridian Gate, a frightened horse caused a fire in the mountain of lanterns, and many people died because they were unable to escape in time. That’s why Zhu Di built the Horse Temple in the Lotus Pond.

I vaguely remember that it happened in the 13th year of Yongle.

This time it happened a year early.