Dahan first prince

Chapter 286

55 days.

From February in spring, when Liu Bang was critically ill in Changxin Hall for the first time, the most honorable father and son in the world stayed alone in Changxin Hall for 55 days.

Except in mid-March, when the old emperor's condition worsened again, attracting courtiers, officials, and relatives of meritorious lords, for nearly two months, Liu Ying was always by Liu Bang's side to greet him.

Until two months later, the time came to Wuzi (12) in the summer of the 25th year of the Han Dynasty. The old emperor Liu Bang, who had withdrawn from the ghost gate several times, finally couldn't hold on...
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It was just dawn, and almost all the famous people in Chang'an gathered in Changle Palace.

It's just that there are still a small number of people who can enter the sleeping hall of the Changxin Hall; most of them, like Liu Bang's previous two critical illnesses, knelt on the square outside the hall with their own thoughts.

The emperor traveled to Linjiang, and the imperial physicians in the palace were basically dismissed by the old emperor in advance. At this moment, the person who was sitting in front of the sick bed and calling for the old emperor's pulse has become the minister of the court: Zhang Cang, Marquis of Beiping...

"How is Your Majesty?"

Almost at the same time Zhang Cang withdrew his hand from Liu Bang's wrist, Liu Ying, who had already cried out of breath, hurried forward and grabbed Zhang Cang's arm in panic.

Hearing the sound, Gonghou Gongqing, who was waiting anxiously in the hall, all looked sideways, casting probing eyes on Zhang Cang's gloomy face like water.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Cang quickly swallowed back the words that came to his lips, and pulled Liu Ying aside with a serious expression.

"Dare to ask my family:"

"—Since when did Your Majesty faint?"

Hearing this question, Liu Ying sucked in her snot and was out of breath and said, "Yesterday, yesterday..."

"Yesterday at the hour of the day, father, the emperor ate the morning food and fell asleep..."

Hearing Liu Ying's words, Zhang Cang couldn't help feeling anxious again.

"Yesterday's morning meal, can your majesty still eat rice porridge?"

However, seeing Liu Ying crying and shaking her head full of grief, her gaze towards Zhang Cang was full of pain.

"Never..."

"Father said that he had abdominal distension and couldn't eat, so he only drank some ginseng soup..."

Hearing this, the last trace of luck in Zhang Cang's eyebrows finally turned into endless sadness.

"Ugh······"

"I'm afraid that in the past few months, His Majesty's body can only be maintained by relying on the soup of Codonopsis ginseng..."

Seeing Zhang Cang's sad face, Xiao He and Cao Can who were on the side looked at each other for a while, and then stepped forward a little bit.

But before they opened their mouths, Zhang Cang shook his head helplessly, turned around, and gave Lu Zhi who was beside the sick bed a little bow.

"Report to the queen."

"Your Majesty has been in a coma since yesterday, and it has been a whole day and a night."

"Before falling asleep again, His Majesty woke up after a night's sleep, and fell asleep again without eating..."

After stopping the conversation full of sorrow, Zhang Cang twitched again and again, and finally cupped his hands heavily and let out a long sigh at the same time.

"His Majesty······"

"I'm afraid it's hopeless..."

After Zhang Cang finished speaking, Cao Can who was standing beside him also slowly stood up, and bowed his hands to Lu Zhi who was secretly wiping away tears.

"What the Marquis of Beiping said is true."

"——"Huangdi Neijing" said: If you can't swallow food, and you can't wake up after sleeping for a long time, all of them are signs of a short life."

"Yesterday, His Majesty woke up at night and fell asleep day and night without eating. This should be in line with the five declines of heaven and man."

"There is also a folk doctor who says: the five declines of heaven and man, even if Bian Que is reborn, there is nothing to do, and there is no way to return to heaven..."

Following Cao Shen's words, everyone in the hall sank completely, feeling a little lucky.

Zhang Cang, Marquis of Beiping, although he is not ranked among the founding fathers, but in terms of medical skills, or the experience of the four words 'prolonging life and prolonging life', in today's world, no one can compare to Zhang Cang!

Needless to say anything else.

——The old emperor Liu Bang, who is lying on the sickbed at the moment and is about to usher in the last moment of his life, was born in the same year as Zhang Cang!
And at the moment when half of Liu Bang's neck was buried in the ground, Zhang Cang even had more than half of the black silk on the top of his head!

Looking around, there are hundreds of people in the Manchu dynasty, who can look so young like Zhang Cang?
——You must know that even Guan Ying, who is less than fifty years old, already has a full head of hair!
As for the Prime Minister Xiao He, who was slightly older than Liu Bang and Zhang Cang, he already had an old and faint demeanor, he could hardly hear his words and could not read his words clearly!
On the other hand, Zhang Cang's demeanor is full of the attitude of a mature man, and there is no way to see that the straight spine, firm face, and powerful limbs belong to an old man who has reached the age of 62...

Of course, if Zhang Cang, a single 'health care expert', said so, there might be room for change.

——After all, in this era, no matter how powerful a doctor is, he cannot guarantee that he will never misdiagnose.

But after Cao Shen stood up and said that 'what Zhang Cang said is true', this matter was really more true than a thousand pure gold.

——Cao Shen, but a giant from the Huang-Lao School!

Looking at the world today, if you talk about your experience with Huang Laozhi, I am afraid that even Prime Minister Xiao He dare not say that he is above Cao Shen!
And among the Huang-Lao studies that Cao Shen is proficient in, there is exactly one medical classic left in history: Huangdi Neijing...

"Dangshen!"

Just as everyone in the hall lowered their heads with complex expressions, thinking about what to do, Liu Ying let out a hoarse exclamation, which immediately attracted everyone's attention again.

Seeing Liu Ying walking forward in panic, she held Zhang Cang's hand tightly again.

"Gu, Gu once heard that there is a method among the people, which is to use slices of Codonopsis ginseng to put the elderly in their mouths, which can save their lives!"

But when Zhang Cang heard the words, he shook his head and sighed in sorrow, and gently pulled Liu Ying's hand away from his arm.

"This method has been used by the minister..."

"Did you forget at home?"

"—Dangshen, is also the occasional income of the minister, dedicated to the queen, and then forwarded to the face of His Majesty for the family..."

"Although I have never heard of the method spoken by the family, since your Majesty used Codonopsis ginseng as medicine, I have repeatedly tried its medicinal properties."

"Yesterday, on night shift, I was ordered to enter the palace. Seeing that your majesty's pulse was weak, I put a slice of Codonopsis ginseng into your majesty's mouth."

"If not, I'm afraid His Majesty is at this moment..."

"Ugh·········"

As he spoke, Zhang Cang sighed helplessly and shook his head, bowed slightly to Liu Ying, and retreated behind Cao Shen.

At this moment, Lu Zhi, who had been sitting in front of Liu Bang's sick bed and weeping silently, finally adjusted slightly from his sad mood, and slowly got up from the edge of the bed.

Taking two steps forward, he lifted Liu Ying who was kneeling on the ground again, and held Liu Ying's arm tightly. Only then did Lu Zhi raised his graceful face and looked at Cao Shen very seriously.

"Also ask the Marquis of Pingyang to speak frankly."

"—At this moment, what should we do?"

Hearing Lu Pheasant's words, the eyes of everyone in the hall couldn't help but also focus on the imperial historian who had just returned to Beijing for less than half a year: Cao Can, Marquis of Pingyang.

Hearing this question, Cao Shen was not in a hurry to speak, but took a look at each of Lu Zhi, Liu Ying, and Liu Bang on the sick bed, and carefully sorted out the clues.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with his wording, Cao Shen finally took a step forward and bowed heavily to Lu Zhi.

"To the Queen."

"At this moment, His Majesty is powerless to return to heaven, and only relying on the Codonopsis ginseng donated by the Marquis of Beiping can he gain a ray of life."

"However, according to what I heard in the past, even if Dangshen can survive for a while, I'm afraid it won't last long."

"The old minister thought that the empress might have made a plan early on and put the country and the country first..."

Hearing this, Lu Zhi only nodded with a solemn expression, and bowed to Cao Shen slightly.

"Also ask the Marquis of Pingyang to speak frankly."

"—needle."

Almost at the same time when Lu Zhi opened his mouth and brought up the word 'bluntly' again, Cao Shen gave his suggestion without hesitation.

"At this moment, His Majesty still has one breath. If the minister gives the needle, it can make His Majesty wake up for a while; although it won't help the matter, His Majesty should also show you a little about the affairs of the country."

"If you don't wake it up with needles, it may indeed prolong your majesty's life for half a day, but your majesty will also fall asleep for half a day, so that..."

"So that I won't wake up again..."

After saying that, Cao Shen also imitated Zhang Cang's appearance, bowed his hands to Lu Zhi, and then silently retreated to the side of the hall.

But before Cao Shen could stabilize his position, Lu Zhi's slightly hoarse voice sounded again in the bedroom.

"Since this is the case, there will be Lao Pingyang Hou..."

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"Uh······"

As several silver needles were carefully pierced into the top of Liu Bang's head by Cao Shen, a low moan made everyone lean towards the couch.

On the sick bed, the old emperor only frowned a little, and opened his eyelids a little with effort.

"Liu Ying..."

"My son Liu Ying..."

"My son..."

Several low calls in succession immediately caused everyone in the hall to hold their breath, and after hearing what the old emperor said, they hurriedly pushed Liu Ying to the front of the couch.

Looking at the old father who couldn't see any life in front of her, Liu Ying, who was already crying, felt a burst of tears welling up in her eyes.

Just when Liu Ying was about to cry, a pair of soft hands pressed on Liu Ying's shoulders, pressing all the inappropriate tears back into Liu Ying's lacrimal glands.

Looking back, seeing her mother nodding to herself with a solemn expression, Liu Ying finally suppressed her grief, squatted down on the edge of the couch, took her father's rough hand like an old tree, and stuck it to her on the cheek.

"Father..."

"My child..."

"My son is here..."

Xu heard Liu Ying's voice, which lifted the old emperor's heart, or maybe it was the acupuncture just now that had an effect, the old emperor finally turned sideways, supported by Lu Zhi, on the sick bed sat up.

Just the moment he sat upright, the old emperor frowned suddenly, and pushed Liu Ying away!

"puff!!!"

A mouthful of black and smelly blood was spat out, and the piece of Codonopsis ginseng stuffed into Zhang Cang's mouth was also spit out on the floor by the old man.

But seeing the old emperor hastily raised his hand again, stopping the people who hadn't had time to panic.

When Liu Bang raised his head again, he didn't bother to wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth, he just put his hands on Liu Ying's shoulders suddenly, causing Liu Ying to bend down suddenly!

The old emperor looked at Liu Ying with a look of determination, and he didn't look like a dying person at all.

"Pretend edict!"

A low growl filled with anger, but it didn't turn their sorrow into joy at all, they just watched Xiao He silently, spread out a piece of white silk, and put it in front of Cao Shen.

Seeing her father like this, the panic on Liu Ying's face finally turned into a burst of despair.

——Back to the Light······

——This is the second time Liu Ying has seen these four words on her father...

"Qian! King Zhao and Liu Ruyi are the King of Huainan!"

"Ren! Zhang Cang, Marquis of Beiping, is Prime Minister of Huainan!"

"Prince Liu Ying! Successor to the throne! Crowned on the [-]th year! Hand-government!"

"Exactly, the tomb of the Marquis of Anguo, the internal historian!"

"Ling, Xiao He, Marquis of Feng, Cao Can, Marquis of Pingyang, and Mausoleum of Marquis of Anguo, each concurrently serves as Emperor Fu."

"While..."

"Writing..."

In just a few words, the breath of the old emperor floated up again, and he almost fell off the edge of the couch and sat on the ground.

Thanks to Lu Zhi's sharp eyes and quick hands, he took the old emperor's arm and sat down firmly on the edge of the couch.

But Liu Bang didn't care to raise his head, his eyes widened as if there was some deep hatred, and he stared at Liu Ying in front of him.

Clenched by those shoulders that were obviously old but extremely powerful at the moment, Liu Ying didn't care about the pain, she just looked at her old father with tears and nodded for a while.

"remember······"

"Remember how heavy and heavy it is on your shoulders today..."

"In the future, it will be heavier and heavier than this..."

"Million..."

"Don't get overwhelmed..."

"Don't..."

"do not······"

Speaking these words in a chaotic manner, Liu Bang still opened his eyes wide, but he could no longer support his body, and slid down the edge of the couch lightly.

"His Majesty!"

Everyone rushed up, only to see the old emperor slipped into Liu Ying's arms, his hands were hanging powerlessly behind Liu Ying's shoulders, and his old face was gently resting on Liu Ying's forehead.

The father and son stood forehead to forehead, face to face, with their eyes tightly closed.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the hall stopped all movements and slowly straightened up.

When Xiao He came forward with tears in his eyes, and knelt down beside Liu Bang, there was no longer an upright figure in the entire sleeping hall of Changxin Hall.

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

In just two years, the nine death knells that belonged exclusively to the emperor rang through Chang'an again.

The mournful death knell, accompanied by a murmur, gradually converged into the cries of mountains and rivers, turning the whole world with Chang'an as the center, in just a few days.

It was also the nine ringing of the death knell that opened a new page in the history book and ushered the Liu Han Dynasty into a new era...

　really.

　　What I write still touches me the most.

　　Not to mention brothers, let me cry first.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)