Red Mansion, Ningfu Scholarly Family

Chapter 320 Emperor Anping Faints Again

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Yulin Town was captured by the Tartars, and only one tenth of the fifty thousand defenders and twenty thousand elite troops of the Beijing Camp survived. The border guarding general Niu Jizong died in the battle, Shi Nai was captured, and Wang Ziteng escaped at the risk of his life. He was just meeting up with His Royal Highness the First Prince and others who came to support him in Yan'an Prefecture to stop the enemy from advancing southwards...

The morale of the Tartars is high and the situation is extremely critical!
It was a bolt from the blue!

Emperor Anping, who was sitting on the dragon throne, suddenly felt a headache and fainted.

"emperor……"

Everyone was shocked.

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In Jinyi Mansion, Zhao Quan is a little panicked now.

Emperor Anping is his backer. If anything happens to Emperor Anping, not only will his current glory be gone, but he will even fall directly into the abyss.

"Quick, follow me into the palace to protect the emperor!"

"Yes!"

Jin Quanbao could hardly control the excitement in his eyes. Could he finally meet the emperor? If he could leave a good impression, he would be able to rise to prominence in no time!
The two of them rushed to the Daming Palace. Not many people came at that time. Imperial doctors were coming in and out, and everyone had a solemn look on their face.

Zhao Quan stopped a man he was familiar with and asked solemnly, "Imperial Physician Liu, how is the emperor now?"

Imperial Physician Liu looked around and said in a low voice, "This fainting is more serious than the last time. He just woke up."

Zhao Quan was startled: "Will there be any danger..."

Imperial Physician Liu shook his head: "There is no danger, but you should not overwork yourself in the future, and you should not be too happy or too sad, otherwise you may suffer from this disease again."

Zhao Quan hurriedly asked, "Is there any medicine that can cure it?"

"It's hard to say." Imperial Physician Liu looked inside and whispered, "I'll go in first. Lord Zhao, please wait a moment. The Emperor may summon you once he is calm."

"it is good!"

Soon, the Third Prince also came running over in a hurry, his face pale. He ignored Zhao Quan and others standing beside him, grabbed an imperial physician and asked anxiously, "How is my father's body? Is he serious?"

"Ahem, wait a moment, Your Highness, the Emperor is fine."

"That's fine, that's fine."

The Third Prince heaved a sigh of relief, but at the same time he felt a little disappointed. If his father died now, and his eldest brother was stranded in the northwest, and his fourth brother was still young, the country could not be without a king for a day...

Just as he was thinking, a young eunuch ran out and said, "Your Majesty, please invite Lord Wen, Lord Li, Lord Wu, and Lord Zhao in."

At this time, Li Minzhi and Wu Nan had already arrived, and Lord Wen... was said to be on the way.

"Quick, quick!"

Lord Wen's carriage was running very fast. He arrived a little late because he had just admired the enchanting figures of the dancers for a while longer.

He got off the carriage at the palace gate and ran all the way to the Daming Palace. The eunuchs and palace maids on the road even opened their mouths wide. Lord Wen usually looked old and frail, and he had difficulty walking, but he didn't expect that he could walk so fast today!

He is indeed a loyal minister!
"Your Majesty, I am late. Ouch."

Wen Ting ran to the Yangxin Palace panting, but accidentally tripped over the threshold and rolled directly to the sickbed of Emperor Anping.

Emperor Anping almost couldn't hold it in anymore, and laughed, "I'm fine now, so you don't have to perform such a grand ceremony, Mr. Wen."

Wen Ting then stood up, holding his hat, not caring about the dirt on his body, and bowed and said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I ran too fast and was a little impolite."

Wu Nan, Li Minzhi, and Zhao Quanwu all cursed in their hearts: "This old man is really pretending!"

Emperor Anping liked Wen Ting's look very much. He waved his hand and smiled, "It's okay. Elder Wen is also worried about my condition. I understand."

"Oh, thank you, Your Majesty, for your consideration for your subjects." Wen Ting burst into tears of gratitude. Everyone was immediately disgusted. Fortunately, Emperor Anping stopped them in time and said with a worried look on his face: "Put aside everything else for now. Because of some of my mistakes, we lost in the northwest. The Tartars are attacking fiercely. Do you have any good ideas?"

Wen Ting was the first to speak up and said, "Your Majesty, He Qiuyuan lied about his military achievements and deceived the emperor, which led to the defeat of the Northwest Frontier Army. How can you blame your Majesty?"

Zhao Quan was not to be outdone, and knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty, I am guilty, and this is all my fault. Please, Your Majesty, punish me!"

"Stand up." Emperor Anping waved his hand. "Now is not the time to discuss who is right or wrong, but how to stop the Tartar attack. Everyone, please speak up."

Wu Nan stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, rest assured. With the eldest prince over there and 20,000 elite soldiers from the imperial camp, the Tartars are nothing to worry about."

Emperor Anping: "..."

"Master Li, you can also say something."

Li Minzhi felt a little embarrassed when he heard this.

He was born as a top scholar and had spent his entire life studying subjects, especially the Book of Rites. So it was natural for him to draft an imperial edict to host a national celebration, but as for military affairs... he could only talk about them on paper.

"I don't know much about the northwestern border, and forcing myself to talk about military affairs on paper might mislead the country and the people, so I dare not speak rashly." Li Minzhi said bluntly.

According to his idea, he should send people over there to teach the teachings of Confucius and Mencius, so as to influence the barbarians there from the root and essence. Once the barbarians know and understand etiquette, they will naturally behave themselves and will no longer move south.

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Emperor Anping: "..."

Wen Ting stood up and said, "Your Majesty, I don't think you need to worry too much. The Tartars have come south more than once in the past. Why can't they succeed? It's because they have so many tribes and they are united for the sake of interests, but the people are not united. It won't take long for them to become fragmented. They will even retreat on their own without us sending troops."

These words made Emperor Anping's eyes light up.

That’s right, that’s what happened last year, and he might leave on his own this year as well, but this time he won’t be treated as a blind man and played around with by others.

"Zhao Quan listens to your orders."

"Chen is here!"

"I order you to go to the northwest in person and pay close attention to the specific movements of the Tartars and report to me at any time."

"Sir, obey the order."

After Zhao Quan received the order, he asked cautiously, "I am going to the northwest. Should the murder case of the prince of Nan'an Palace be handed over to the Ministry of Justice?"

"Okay." Emperor Anping nodded. "Hand over the information you found to the Ministry of Justice, and let the Ministry of Justice investigate the matter."

"Sir, obey the order."

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The residence of Prime Minister Ye.

Naturally, Prime Minister Ye, who had many eyes and ears in the palace, was too busy with such a major event as the emperor fainting. In addition, the northwest was defeated and Yulin fell into the hands of the enemy again, and the entire court was in a panic.

Ye Xiang sipped his tea leisurely in the study room, smiling slightly.

Anping boy, do you want to fight with me?
You are still too young.

It would be better if it was your father who came instead.

It’s a pity that your father has gone crazy from burning elixirs and refining mercury. I heard that his belly has become too big and I don’t know how long he can live.

"Sir, the emperor has fainted. I heard that many people have gone to the palace. Do you want to go to the palace as well?" the staff below suggested.

"No!" Ye Xiang waved his hand: "I am suffering from a cold now. If I pass the disease on to the emperor, who can bear it?"

He knew very well that Emperor Anping would not die for a while, so there was no need to be anxious, and he could not be anxious.

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(End of this chapter)