The devil is coming

Chapter 923 Emperor Yan’s choice!
"There's a...tumor in your brain?"
Zheng Fan stretched out his hand and pointed at his forehead.
This answer made it difficult for the prince to accept and digest it for a while.
"Yes, Lord, you can't be wrong." The blind man said firmly, "It's very clear and obvious.
In addition, the emperor said that he occasionally had nosebleeds for no apparent reason. In addition, when his subordinates played chess with the emperor, he would start to feel a little trance-like if he exerted some mental response. This means that the emperor himself may have had Mental problems... Of course, this is not what ordinary people think of as mental illness, but it is a type of mental illness.
These can all be regarded as symptoms of tumors compressing the brain. "
"Can it be cured?" Zheng Fan asked.
"The Lord should first ask whether it is benign or malignant."
"Is that benign or malignant?"
"Subordinates don't know."
"..." Zheng Fan.
"Subordinate, not a doctor, and..." the blind man reached out and tapped his temple, "Even in later generations, only a small group of top doctors with professional counterparts will be qualified to characterize the situation here. .”
"If it's vicious, will your life count down immediately?"
"Yes, my lord."
In fact, some diseases have existed since ancient times;
The reason why people in later generations think that some diseases did not exist in ancient times is because the elderly in later generations chose to go to the hospital instead of carrying them at home wrapped in quilts. It was only about 30 to [-] years ago;
Furthermore, the current average life expectancy is generally not high, and many people have already passed away without being able to experience some "diseases of wealth".
"So, what if it's benign? I vaguely remember that if it's benign, if it's removed early, it won't be a big problem, right?"
"Yes." The blind man answered in the affirmative, but then said, "But Lord, we have to do a craniotomy."
Zheng Fan's eyes narrowed.
Performing a craniotomy is an extremely difficult operation even in later generations with advanced medical technology, let alone today.
"Can it be done?" Zheng Fan asked tentatively.
"Yes." The blind man gave an affirmative answer again, "My subordinates used mental power detection, and then formed a spiritual chain to connect with San'er. San'er will do the surgery, and then Siniang will cooperate with the stitches and repairs, so that A Cheng and A Ming went to create a sterile environment.
Do it, it can be done. "
"As long as you can..." Zheng Fan breathed a sigh of relief.
"But, Lord, the success rate may only be this high."
The blind man stretched out a slap,
"Five to five."
[-]% success, [-]% failure.
The blind man added: "But in fact, it's just zero and one."
Either it is done well and the person lives;
Either it's not done well and the person leaves.
Of course, there are other possible problems, but if there is a problem in the brain... it is probably worse than death. It would be better to die altogether.
"[-]% probability." Zheng Fan fell into deep thought.
"In addition, the Lord seems to have overlooked a problem."
"what is the problem?"
"The patient is the emperor."
The blind man took a breath,
continued:
“First of all, how to persuade the emperor to accept this craniotomy?
After all, for people in today's world, opening a skull is almost the same as flying with a sword.
The more pressing issue is..."
The blind man spread his hands,
Very helplessly:
"If the emperor's operation fails and he dies in Jindong, what will be the consequences?"
……
"Come, let me give you a hug, His Royal Highness Prince Pingxi of Great Yan."
When there are guests at home,
Children at home are often the best "dishes" to entertain guests;
It's just that Zheng Lin's temper is far less lovable than Da Niu's. This is not what others say, even his own father thinks so.
Therefore, even though he was being held by the emperor at this time, Zheng Lin showed great resistance and began to kick his legs subconsciously, trying to break away.
The aura of the emperor made him very uncomfortable.
After being an emperor for a long time, even the most easy-going person will still have the aura of a royal presence in Jiuzhou, not to mention that Ji Laoliu was not a thing in the pond when he was the prince.
What Zheng Lin dislikes the most is this kind of "authority";
"This kid is so energetic." The emperor said with a smile.
Beside, Siniang and Princess Fu stood there to accompany her.
If my own mother hadn't been here, it would have been impossible to hold Zheng Lin with the emperor's body and strength.
"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness has blood fluctuations in his body."
Eunuch Wei discovered this detail;
At first, he thought it was the prince who had some precious magic weapon protecting him, and it was the fluctuation of the magic weapon;
But after careful observation, I was shocked to find that the induction of Qi and blood actually came from the child's body.
Eunuch Wei immediately lost his composure. There is a saying among the people that your Taoism is not good enough unless you started practicing it when you were still in your mother's womb.
Well, this time I met a real master who started practicing cultivation in his mother's womb.
"Qi and blood?" The emperor did not understand Eunuch Wei's meaning quickly and asked with a smile, "Isn't our Crown Prince also a spiritual boy?"
"Yes."
Eunuch Wei replied,
"Even the soul boy may not be able to compare with His Highness the Crown Prince's qualifications."
"Oh?"
The emperor was really surprised this time.
He suddenly thought of the indifferent look he saw on the older girl named Zheng when he asked Zheng Fan why he didn't tell me that his daughter was a spirit boy...
The emperor originally thought that the person named Zheng was pretending. Of course, the emperor now also thinks that the person named Zheng was pretending, but he really has the capital to pretend.
A son and a daughter, both spiritual children;
This Zheng family,
The ancestral graves are not smoking, they are on fire!
"I have to go find someone named Zheng and ask..."
"Ask me anything, I'm here." The prince walked in.
"I want to ask you where the Zheng family's ancestral tomb is. I am going to move the Ji family's imperial mausoleum there."
The emperor was always so carefree when talking to Prince Pingxi.
"This is really difficult for you. I really don't know."
After Zheng Fan came in, he deliberately kept his eyes on the emperor's head for a while.
brain,
tumor,
inside?
You, Ji Laoliu, have had a hard time in your life. You finally looked forward to the death of your biological father and finally came to the end of your suffering, but now you are like this.
Eunuch Wei originally thought that the emperor would ask Prince Pingxi about the dragon body, but the emperor had been chatting with Prince Pingxi about the family affairs and did not ask, and Prince Pingxi did not mention that matter at all.
As a slave, Eunuch Wei did not dare to overstep his authority, so he could only stand aside and behave politely.
"Mr. Zheng, you have a successor. It's great that your son and daughter have grown up." The emperor's tone was filled with obvious envy.
The birth of a soul boy from a Jianghu family can guarantee the hope of the family sect in passing on to the next generation;
A child born from a powerful family, as long as the child does not grow crooked, will definitely be the benchmark for becoming a prince or prime minister, and he can even look forward to further advancement.
As for the Tian family, the Xiong family and the Ji family have not given birth to soul boys in their history. The Xiong family has two, and both of them surpassed their brothers and inherited the throne;
In the history of the Ji family, there was a man who did not inherit the throne, but once led the Yan army to fight against the barbarians, and was eventually buried in horse leather.
This kind of people,
Born to be the proud son of heaven;
If you are born into an ordinary family, you may be buried and a little wasted, but if you are born into a rich family, you will have a good rough jade sent directly to the master of jade carving.
For this,
The prince just smiled indifferently,
He didn’t take it seriously and said:
"What's so good about it is that it's a big meal."
……
The emperor came to Pingxi Palace as a guest, but the emperor didn't just come to stay.
After staying in Prince Pingxi's Mansion for three days, Emperor Luanjia set out again, leaving the east gate of Fengxin City and heading northeast, with the goal of Xuehaiguan.
Prince Pingxi accompanied the Holy Driver.
Not only that, this time the eastward tour continued, Fengxin City provided extremely careful and detailed treatment. It can be said that all the emperor's needs for travel have been implemented and arranged.
This can show that the palace respects the emperor.
but,
As the general manager of the palace, Eunuch Wei felt a little uncomfortable in his heart;
Some things cannot be transformed in two or three days, such as the ceremonial utensils used by the imperial guards in Yanjing City. Many of them have been kept and passed down from generation to generation in the palace, and are almost ancestral items;
But here,
But it's ready,
You are a royal palace, why do you prepare things for the emperor in advance?
Guessed it,
I got it,
But still,
Eunuch Wei could only keep smiling;
The essence of this world is that bloody things are covered with a veil that seems to have warmth.
Throughout the ages, most of those who have been found hiding illegal things and have their homes confiscated and exterminated, actually do not really want to rebel. Those who really want to rebel and have the ability to rebel will not be found out;
When Li Liangting helped the emperor put on the dragon robe, he was very skilled in it;
The late emperor once asked him with a smile why he was so familiar?
Li Liangting replied: I have done it at home and also worn it for fun.
The late emperor laughed loudly when he heard this.
Eunuch Wei witnessed all these with his own eyes;
Therefore, Pingxi Prince's Mansion is secretly tinkering with the purchase of these things.
It's not a treasonous thing, but a hobby.
The prince still stayed in Pingxi Palace to receive the last period of lessons;
The queen was also left in Prince Pingxi's Mansion by the emperor, so the emperor went eastward with Prince Pingxi.
along the way,
King Pingxi, as a landlord, introduced the customs and wars that had happened here to the emperor;
The emperor listened carefully, and when he encountered battlefield sites, he would also stop and set up an altar to pay homage.
stop and go,
Luan Jia's team finally arrived at Snow Customs.
Although the influence of Prince Pingxi has long penetrated into the snowfield, this is still the northeasternmost territory of Dayan in name.
On the afternoon of the second day after checking into Snow Customs,
The emperor and Prince Pingxi climbed to the north wall of Xuehaiguan.
two chairs,
A coffee table,
The emperor and the prince were lying next to each other in a tacitly lazy posture.
This time,
Even Eunuch Wei was standing far away, and no one could get close to the two of them at this time.
"I'm tired, Mr. Zheng. Along the way, I feel like the emperor is like a male dog. Everywhere he goes, he crosses his legs and urinates to mark the world, announcing to the world that this is me. Dayan’s territory.”
The prince bit into a piece of peach cake,
Nod:
"The words are not rough."
The emperor rolled his eyes and said,
With emotion:
"When I think about the time when you, surnamed Zheng, were fighting here with the savages who jumped over the wall, I feel a little sad in my heart. Things have changed and people have changed."
"Your Majesty's words are serious. There is no need to be overly sentimental."
"As the king of a country, I still have this feeling."
The prince shook his head and said:
"It's not on the north wall, but on the south wall. When I was guarding the Snow Customs, the eldest prince went to make a wish with the big seal carved from a radish to the tribe left behind in the snow field, so he was not attacked from both sides.
If you want to express your gratitude,
We can now switch to the south city wall and sit there. "
"……"emperor.
"You have become a prince, and you don't want to give in to me."
"You've already become the emperor, and you still care about this."
"I am the emperor."
"Oh."
"The surname is Zheng."
"Say."
"Is there really something wrong with me?"
"There are imperial doctors in the palace. If you have any illness, will they be able to tell?"
The emperor's health was monitored by imperial doctors. This was an extremely mature medical system.
Therefore, most of the time, a serious emperor suddenly fell seriously ill and died suddenly. History books can write this, but it must not be believed naively.
Details include the emperor's daily meals, his life in the harem at night, and even the emperor's excrement. There are dedicated people in the palace who are responsible for checking and recording, thus forming a set of extremely meticulous records on the condition of the dragon's body.
"You like to joke, but you won't make such boring jokes. You asked your blind gentleman to check my body. You must have noticed something."
"Hey, I'm not a doctor. Am I that good?"
"When you were just a military officer protecting merchants, you were able to ask the barbarian King Zuo Guli to make a wedding dress for you before he died. Isn't that amazing enough?
Zheng Fan,
tell me,
A person who is an emperor has nothing to fear but what he fears most is being kept in the dark.
Along the way,
I've been waiting for you to take the initiative to tell me, but you didn't. This proves that there is a big problem, right? "
Ji Chengjue looked at Zheng Fan,
He saw Zheng Fan nodded.
"What's the disease?" Ji Chengjue asked.
"A disease that is difficult for you to understand. You can understand it as a brain disease."
"Brain disease?" The emperor's eyes widened and he said, "You mean, I will go crazy in the future? Become a crazy emperor?"
"Bumps can grow on people's bodies, and they can also grow on their brains."
"Is there something in my mind?"
Zheng Fan cast his gaze forward and did not explain any more.
The emperor reached out, gently pushed Zheng Fan's arm, and asked;
“I don’t believe what others say, but I believe what you say;
I ask you,
this disease,
Is it a big impact? "
In fact, when it comes to the problems in his mind, the emperor feels that it is very appropriate, because in the side hall of the imperial study, the emperor often "sees" his "father";
Although there was no such thing as "schizophrenia" in this era, the emperor still felt a... faint uneasiness and fear.
"Big." Zheng Fan replied.
"Then, how many years can I live?"
"I don't know. A good result will last ten years, and a bad result may only last a few years."
This was calculated by the blind man based on the images in his dreams every day.
In fact, there is another factor here, that is, the original stall that Ji Chengjue inherited would be much worse than it is now, and the pressure he would bear every day would be even greater;
It's just that the situation in Dayan has indeed changed too much because of the appearance of Zheng Fan and others.
King Jingnan did not die in Zhennanguan in the end, and the collapse of Jin did not occur.
Ji Laoliu's original "sickness from overwork" would never have happened;
But the problem now is that the tumor exists now. Since it has appeared objectively, it will no longer be transferred subjectively.
Ten years is really the best period, but it is probably just a half.
"What you say is more mysterious than a Qi Refiner." The emperor smiled, "At this moment, I really hope that your surname is Zheng, not a prince, but a Qi Refiner. In that case, I can disdain you. Just took a look."
Zheng Fan took a sip of tea silently.
"Can it be cured?"
"can."
"How confident are you?"
"Fifty percent."
"How?"
"Open your mind."
"Although I'm not a doctor, I know that if I don't succeed in doing this, my whole person..."
"It's a national mourning."
"Can your tone not be so casual?"
"Because of this matter and some words, I have been weighing them in my heart for a long time these days, and I have chewed up the sugar cane."
"Zheng Fan, do you know that during the days when my father died and I first ascended the throne, the old supervisor of the former Qin Tian Prison once took the initiative to enter the palace and asked to see me, and he told me something.
He said that after his investigation and combined with the traces of Master Zang who came to Beijing to cut off my Dayan Dragon Veins, he came to a conclusion;
That was the one killed by Master Zang, and it might not be my father;
But...
Taking advantage of the opportunity of severing the dragon's veins, he put a curse on my throne, Dayan.
Whoever sits on the throne will receive this curse;
He also said that the curse may be passed down for three generations.
That’s why I sent my inheritance to you. I don’t believe this, but I hope that my son can live a better life and be healthier, because as a father, I owe him.
After the old prisoner reported all this to me, he set himself on fire at home that night.
Oh, by the way, he also said that the master seemed to have been deceived. The luck from Tianhu Mountain was poured in, but it was filled in the wrong place, hahaha.
These Qi refiners are very talkative, and as long as they have some connections, they can tell you a story to support them. "
The emperor's words were a bit much.
The prince looked at him silently,
He asked very simply and directly;
"Cure?"
The emperor was silent.
This silence,
Just an hour;
To outsiders,
It was the Emperor and Prince Pingxi who took an afternoon nap together;
But in fact,
Only those who have close contact can understand the solemn atmosphere around the two of them at this time.
The climate in the snowfield is changeable, and in spring and summer, it is especially easy for the wind to blow up and create cyclones;
It's not as exaggerated as a tornado, but it's enough to create a very vast and magnificent scene.
at this time,
Looking north from the north wall of Xuehaiguan,
On the edge of the endless horizon, a black cyclone appeared, gathering and tossing.
The wind wasn't very strong, but the sight was worthy of a majestic sound.
The emperor remained silent for an hour,
Suddenly he complained with a crying emotion:
"Why is it you, Zheng, who came to tell me this?"
Because Zheng Fan lives a life that is too real and too willful;
Therefore,
What he said, especially this kind of words, did not contain any conspiracy, political code, conspiracy, etc., because he disdained it.
So,
Very cruelly,
You can't escape,
You can only accept what he said is the truth!
"If you didn't ask, I didn't want to tell you." Zheng Fan said, "Since you asked, I can only tell you."
The emperor took a deep breath,
Road:
"Ten years is too much to hope for. Five years is enough."
"Isn't it curable?" Zheng Fan asked.
"I'm afraid of death." The emperor gave a very direct answer, "I'm afraid of death."
"it is good."
Zheng Fan nodded to express his understanding. In this world, the reason of fear of death is always very convincing.
"Five years, according to our agreement, is enough time, right?"
"maybe."
"It's already this time, can't you give me some confidence?"
"If the treatment is successful, you can live much, much longer, really."
Zheng Fan believed in the blind man's craftsmanship and his ability to create miracles.
"I believe it." The emperor said, "The surname Zheng, my queen, including Wei Zhonghe behind me, and even my son, my family members, they all know very well,
I,
Ji Chengjue,
How much do I believe in you, Zheng Fan? "
"Ah."
"But I am the emperor."
"Ah?" The prince looked at Ji Chengjue with some confusion.
“Up to now, from when I just asked you about my body, it feels like a dream, but I can’t avoid it;
I am the emperor,
Do you know why you, surnamed Zheng, have been too lazy to rebel?
Because you just want to enjoy,
But he doesn’t want to take responsibility.
You are just like those men who like to go to the red tent,
You fucking just want to have sex,
After prostitution, tie the belt of your pants.
Or start persuading sisters to be good,
Or just drink a bottle of wine on the way home and get drunk until dawn.
You have never been an emperor,
but I know,
You have always had a very clear and profound understanding of the concept of 'emperor'. "
"It's too far away, it seems?" Zheng Fan said.
"No, no, you may think that I am afraid of death, so I don't want to treat it.
Let’s not talk about the consequences of King Ping Xi treating me and killing me or making me crazy. We don’t care about these.
I'm just saying,
I am different from you,
I have taken this position, I have become the emperor, I have taken on this responsibility, you understand? "
"Understood."
"Back then, my father actually had many ways to extend his life, but he rejected them all."
At the time of the late emperor, firstly, Pixiu appeared in the palace, and wanted to do what the regent of Da Chu did, using the spirit of fire and phoenix to enter his body to forcibly inspire and extend longevity;
Furthermore, the little eunuch in red robe once said that he would use the good fortune of a lucky person like He Chu to counter His Majesty's suggestion;
But without exception, they were all rejected by the late emperor.
"Zheng Fan, after becoming the emperor, this life is no longer just your own. We don't say that we live for the people of the world. This is too false and you don't believe it. But the burden and responsibility on your body are really Too much.
You said that after being cured, you can live for a long time;
I am afraid that if it is not cured, the person will die;
I'm afraid that if I die, the matter will not be accomplished.
If you really need something done, do it well, and leave a good situation to future generations, then just die.
Ministers, when you are approaching old age, please seek a name after your death, so that your legacy will last forever.
But this emperor,
Take a seat on the dragon throne,
It doesn’t matter if you started sitting as a three-year-old child, or if you are young and strong, or if you have been a prince for decades before you endured it;
As long as that butt touches that chair,
You are already considered dead in the human world and living in the history books. "
"If you change your mind one day, you can come to me at any time." Zheng Fan said.
"What should I change? I am the Son of Heaven, and I carry the Constitution of Heaven on my lips. You have nothing to say!"
immediately,
The emperor got off his chair,
stand up,
Pointing to the dark cyclone ahead,
scolded:
"The Emperor Fengtian Chengyun issued an edict: I order you to disperse!"
Maybe it was really a coincidence that happened at this time,
The newly formed cyclone suddenly lost strength at this moment and gradually began to dissipate.
Ji Laoliu is not a master, and he has nothing to do with being a Qi practitioner. Naturally, he cannot have the power to move mountains and fill seas. It just happened.
Ji Laoliu was extremely excited. He was like a blind cat who met a dead mouse, but he actually experienced the addiction of a peerless master who changed the color of mountains, rivers, heaven and earth;
Immediately, he slapped the wall with his palm forcefully.
Regardless of the pain,
shouted:
"Hey, give me some face!"
(End of this chapter)