Phoenix Phoenix Zhi E Fang

"It's important to take care of your health first." Fu Jian answered irrelevantly.

Wang Meng lay back on the bed helplessly, and said nothing more, as if he wanted to give up even himself.

Seeing him like this, Fu Jian had no choice but to leave. Before leaving, he specifically asked people to tell him the results of the imperial doctor's pulse diagnosis at any time...

Wang Meng's illness lasted for half a month. Every time Fu Jian visited him, he seemed to be recovering, but Fu Jian could also see his reluctance.

In the past half a month, Wang Meng's illness has not seen any major improvement, and Daqin's government affairs have also been put on hold. One is that Fu Jian is worried about Wang Meng's health, and the other is that he has not dealt with so many things for a long time. Obviously, it is more difficult to cope with it at the moment.

This time, Fu Jian was really worried. He even went to the ancestral temple to pray for Wang Meng himself, and sent his officials to look for famous doctors to treat Wang Meng.

After three months, Wang Meng's health did look much better, and Wang Meng, who was just in good health, had already asked Fu Jian to see him.

When Fu Jian heard that Wang Meng begged to see him, he was startled, got up from the table full of memorials, and rushed outside to meet him in person.Seeing him coming out, Wang Meng wanted to salute, but was already supported by Fu Jian.

Fu Jian smiled and said: "You are in good health, so you don't need to worry about these vain rituals. It seems that this doctor is really skilled in medicine this time. When Jing Lue recovers from his illness, I will definitely reward him well!"

"My lord is worried."

"You really look like this when you recover from your illness. I really don't know what to say about you." Fu Jian entered the room with him, took the initiative to help him into the chair, and continued: "It's not completely healed yet. What are you going to do in the palace instead of recuperating at home?"

"The minister is still a little worried."

"Are you worried about me? Are you concerned about me, or are you just worried about Daqin's political affairs?"

"This..." Wang Meng hesitated for a moment, but still lied: "Of course they have both."

Fu Jian waved his hands as if he saw through him: "Of course I know how much of your thoughts are devoted to government affairs, so why do you care about me?"

"The king's trust and importance to his ministers make them willing to devote themselves to the king; and the sincerity and friendship of the king to his ministers make them willing to die for the world that the king wants." The second time Wang Meng's words did not contain half of the water.

Fu Jian also laughed when he heard the words: "Since that's the case, let's talk about the things you are worried about."

Wang Meng just shook his head, but Fu Jian understood what he meant, and randomly took out a reviewed memorial from the side and gave it to him.It's nothing important, it's all trivial, and it's really annoying.

Wang Meng glanced at it briefly, then closed the memorial, and said: "I am busy with all the affairs of the king. I was seriously ill for a while, and I ignored the government affairs for a long time. My heart was anxious, but my minister overstepped."

Fu Jian was stunned for a moment, and asked suspiciously: "Jing Lue, what do you mean by that? When did I ever have doubts about you? If I can't even trust you, is there anyone in this world I can trust?" ?”

"But what others say is somewhat reasonable." After Wang Meng finished speaking, he handed the memorial back to Fu Jian.

Fu Jian was puzzled and looked at the memorial again. It was the one who had admonished Wang Meng Yuezheng. He opened it and only glanced at it. Fu Jian was a little annoyed at this, and hurriedly explained to Wang Meng: "I don't care about the remarks of these young people at all. I didn't expect to get this book by accident just now. Jing Lue you You don’t have to worry about it, I can’t do without you in my government.”

"Thanks to the great love of the king." Wang Meng nodded, but he couldn't ignore it in his heart, it was just inconvenient to talk about it.

After flipping through this article, the two chatted about the war in the north again, and talked about soldiers' subsidies, military rations, and new recruits...

Before he knew it, dusk fell, Wang Meng got up to leave, and Fu Jian gave him a soft sedan chair to take Wang Meng back to his residence.

Wang Meng's body seemed to be gradually recovering like this, and the daily government affairs were once again on his shoulders.Fu Jian also pardoned death row prisoners for Wang Meng's recovery.

After Wang Meng learned of this, he made a special request to Fu Jian: "At the beginning, I received Your Majesty's kindness, and later I received His Majesty's love and trust. I can't repay you. I can only do my best for Your Majesty. Now I am suddenly suffering from a serious illness. I beg your majesty to use the orders of my ministers to harm the virtues of heaven and earth. This has never happened since the founding of the Qin Dynasty. I wish to fulfill my orders for your majesty, and I hope that your majesty will inspire the world and teach the world. But since ancient times, good writers do not have to be good at success; Those who are good at the beginning do not have to end well. Therefore, the wise kings of the previous generation knew that the achievements were not easy, and they were trembling, as if facing a deep valley. I implore your majesty to follow the example of the former saints. This is the great fortune of the Qin Dynasty!"

More than ten days after the memorial was presented, Wang Meng's illness relapsed again, and this time it was obviously more serious. Every doctor could only shake his head silently after diagnosing the pulse, and Wang Meng's coughing up blood became more and more serious at the same time.

Fu Jian went to visit his mansion every day, but this time he saw Wang Meng getting worse day by day. This time everyone knew that Wang Meng might not be able to survive.

On this day, Fu Jian was very irritable in his heart and had no intention of political affairs, so he visited Wang Meng's mansion early.

Wang Meng just drank the medicine, but coughed it up again. The brown medicine and blood stained Fu Jian's robe, but Wang Meng, who always attached great importance to the etiquette of the monarch and his ministers, couldn't even utter a word of apology.

Fu Jian's heart immediately rose. He sat on the edge of the bed and held Wang Meng's sleeve tightly, seeming to comfort Wang Meng and himself: "Jing Lue, please sleep for a while, I will ask someone to decoct and take medicine for you."

Wang Meng shook his head weakly, panting and said: "The last time I asked the king for those three things, I beg your Majesty to agree. I am afraid that I will never have the opportunity to serve your majesty again. After my death, I only hope that your majesty will stop trying to advance, and will be your majesty." The Xianbei and Western Qiang will be cut off gradually, otherwise it will be a serious disaster, and it will mislead our Great Qin State!"

Wang Meng tried his best to say the last word, then closed his eyes.

Fu Jian looked at him in disbelief, but finally couldn't hold back, and cried out...

After a long time, Fu Jian stood up with difficulty, his consciousness was in a trance for a while, and with the help of the palace servants, he staggered into the carriage and arrived at the palace. Seeing the towering palace walls, Fu Jian shed tears again.

As if he still remembered the first time he ascended the throne, he and Wang Meng were still overlooking the imperial city on the palace wall, imagining the future of Daqin, how could Jinglue leave like this today?

Three days later, Wang Meng's funeral was very grand.Fu Jian allocated [-] bolts of silk and Wan Shigu as funeral expenses for Wang Meng, and personally supervised the funeral.

On the day of the wake, Fu Jian took Prince Fu Hong with him.When the coffin was buried, Fu Jian was filled with grief, and he seemed to be talking to Fu Hong, and he seemed to be talking to himself: "Doesn't God want me to pacify Liuhe? Why did you take away my Jinglue so soon?" ?”

In the end, he ordered the funeral to be done with all the etiquette, and cried for three days in Chaoye Lane before giving up.