Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Gang's expression turned cold, his eyes flashed like lightning, and he ordered in a deep voice: "Quickly bring paper and pen!"

The servants did not dare to delay for even a second and hurriedly presented paper and pen.

Zhu Gang held a wolf-hair brush in his hand, pondered for a moment, and then began to write quickly on the paper.

He looked solemn and said in a clear voice: "These dishes are not for the Queen Mother to eat directly.

My intention is to extract its essence and make it into liquid food that is easy to digest."

Zhu Gang paused for a moment, tapped the paper with his brush, and continued, "For example, for this glutinous rice shrimp ball, you need to remove the shell and take out the meat.

After finely chopping, cook it with glutinous rice into porridge.

The pepper pork tripe and chicken soup was simmered over a slow fire for several hours.

Only the clear oil and soup on the top were taken, and the oil was skimmed off before being given to the Queen Mother to nourish her body.

This is the detailed recipe. Please inform the Shangshen Supervisor as soon as possible and ask him to prepare it according to the recipe.

I will go visit my mother first, and will send it to you as soon as it is ready."

Zhu Gang's words were firm and his eyes showed determination.

He exuded confidence and courage, as if everything was under his control.

Ma Shun listened at the side with an embarrassed look on his face, and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

His heart seemed to be beating like a frightened deer, making a thumping sound.

Ma Shun knew very well that Zhu Gang was of extremely noble status, while he himself was only a fourth-rank Shaoqing of the Guanglu Temple.

If you disobey the King of Jin's wishes, you may suffer misfortune in the future and your official career will be in jeopardy.

But the Queen Mother is so frail, and although the Prince of Jin's method makes sense, it also carries risks.

If Empress Ma became ill after consuming this meat and liquid food, I, as the person who gave advice and dissuaded her but failed, would be held accountable and would be condemned by all the people.

After hesitating for a long time, Ma Shun finally whispered cautiously: "Your Highness Prince Jin, the Queen is now extremely weak and her vitality is seriously damaged.

Even if these meaty foods are processed, they may still be difficult to digest.

I hope Your Highness will think twice!"

Zhu Gang frowned slightly, and a hint of displeasure flashed across his eyes.

He felt a sudden chill all over his body, and the air seemed to condense a little.

However, Zhu Gang calmed down in an instant, took a step forward, and explained in a gentle voice: "Ma Shun, how could I not know that my mother is weak?

But the Queen Mother has not eaten for many days and her body is in urgent need of nourishment.

These carefully prepared liquid foods, although containing meat, are nutritious and easy to absorb.

The imperial doctors have no good ideas, so why not give it a try?

If there is any mistake, I will take full responsibility.

Moreover, as a prince, I have been raised and taught by my mother, the queen, with great kindness. How could I harm her?

You just follow the order."

After saying this, Zhu Gang raised his head slightly, his eyes revealing unquestionable majesty.

An invisible pressure spread out, covering the surroundings.

After hearing this, Ma Shun still had doubts in his heart.

His hands unconsciously clenched the corners of his clothes, his knuckles turned white, revealing his inner tension and entanglement.

But the King of Jin spoke so sternly that how could Ma Shun dare to say anything more?

Ma Shun had no choice but to accept the order respectfully, and bowed, saying, "Your Highness, Prince Jin, what you said is absolutely right. I will follow your orders."

After saying this, he turned around and asked the chef to prepare the food. His steps were heavy, and his heart was filled with helplessness and uneasiness.

Ma Shun secretly prayed that Queen Ma would be safe and sound after eating the decoction, otherwise he would be in great trouble.

Zhu Gang took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and slowly walked into Queen Ma's bedroom.

The closer we got to the inner room, the clearer the intermittent coughing became.

Each sound was like a heavy hammer, striking Zhu Gang's heart.

His heart tightened and he quickened his pace unconsciously. In a few steps he arrived in front of Empress Ma's bed.

"Mother, I am unfilial and have not been able to serve you earlier."

Zhu Gang's eyes were red, his voice was trembling, and his guilt was evident in his words.

He secretly regretted that he had been busy with government affairs recently and neglected to care for Empress Ma. Now seeing his mother sick and haggard, Zhu Gang's self-blame surged like a tide and was difficult to suppress.

When the haggard Queen Ma saw Zhu Gang, a light flashed in her dull eyes.

Like a faint candlelight in the cold night, it brings a glimmer of life to this dim bedroom.

She quickly signaled to the palace maid to help her up, and in her haste she strained her sick body.

He suddenly started coughing uncontrollably, and his thin body couldn't stop shaking.

"My son has great ambitions and is now at the stage of making great achievements. Don't let me ruin his future... ahem..."

Queen Ma spoke while coughing, her voice weak but full of concern.

When Zhu Gang saw his mother like this, his face was filled with heartache and anxiety.

He hurried forward and gently patted her back, his eyes full of concern, and said softly: "Mother, please don't say too much, take care of yourself."

Zhu Gang then turned to the palace maid and said in a deep voice: "Quickly bring some rock sugar and snow pear to relieve mother's cough and moisten her lungs.

Add a few soaked wolfberries.

I will take care of the Queen Mother here, and you can leave now."

The palace maids were shocked by his majesty. They bowed and saluted, then turned around and hurried away.

After the palace maid left, Zhu Gang gently took off his outer robe and gently draped it over Empress Ma as if he were protecting a rare treasure.

He said, "Mother, this robe is thick.

Please put on some clothes, or you'll catch a cold.

Mother, I will return to Shanxi soon.

I will definitely visit all the famous doctors on this trip and find a good prescription for my mother.

While I am away, I hope you, mother, take good care of yourself."

After saying this, Zhu Gang held Empress Ma's hand tightly, as if he wanted to pass on his strength to her.

At the same time, Zhu Gang secretly vowed in his heart: Even if he had to travel thousands of miles, he would find a way to cure his mother.

Queen Ma nodded slightly, a relieved smile appearing on her pale lips.

She patted Zhu Gang's hand gently, and said in a faint but loving voice, "My son is so filial, and I am very satisfied.

You must be careful when you are away and help your father solve his problems.

The Ming Dynasty will still need you princes to protect it in the future."

Although Empress Ma's voice was feeble, it was firm and her eyes were full of love and expectations for Zhu Gang.

Even though she felt extremely reluctant, she was also aware of the heavy responsibility her son shouldered.

Now Queen Ma could only suppress the bitterness in her heart and encourage Zhu Gang.

At this moment, Chunlan, Empress Ma's personal maid, walked into the hall hesitantly, holding a bowl of soup.

She said softly, "Empress, Your Highness, the rock sugar and snow pears are ready."

After Chunlan finished speaking, her eyes unconsciously drifted towards Zhu Gang, her cheeks flushed, as if she was shy.

Seeing this, Queen Ma sighed softly, and a trace of worry flashed in her eyes.

She slowly said, “I treat these girls like my own daughters.

But since Shuxiu went with you, their minds have become active.

Alas, I am in this state now and I am powerless to control myself.

Chunlan, if you are willing, you can go to the Prince of Jin's mansion to take care of Yunwen."

Zhu Gang felt a pang of bitterness in his heart, but his face remained calm, and he frowned slightly and said, "Mother, you have sent away all the palace maids around you, who will serve you in the future?

I am really worried. "

He was worried that no one would take good care of Empress Ma, and he felt distressed for his mother's consideration for the palace maids. He also understood the helplessness and sadness behind his mother's actions.

Empress Ma patted Zhu Gang's hand gently, a look of fatigue appeared on her face, and she said slowly: "Son, you know that my health is getting worse day by day.

Looking at these girls reminded me of my youth.

There is nothing much I can do for them now, so I just want to find a good home for these palace maids while I still have breath."

Zhu Gang was touched when he heard what Queen Ma said, and nodded silently.

(End of this chapter)