Zhao Defang's road to the virtuous king

"Gu Wang just wanted to ask, which adult is the Prime Minister going to choose to supervise?"

"It's the prince's man," Kou Zhun said with a smile

"What? Someone from the lonely king?" Defang was puzzled, "Who?"

"His Royal Highness"

"You mean Weixu?"

"Yes, my lord"

"Why did the prime minister choose Wei Xu to go there? There are still many senior ministers in the Ministry of Officials."

"I think, firstly, the prince has a good relationship with Brother Yelu from the Liao Kingdom, and it is very suitable to supervise this matter. Even if there is something, I will not make things difficult for the Liao Kingdom. Secondly, His Royal Highness is a member of the royal family, which can reflect My Great Song attaches great importance and sincerity to this matter. Three times, Your Highness treats people peacefully, handles things cautiously, has no bad habits in officialdom, and will definitely get a lot of assistance from generals when he arrives at the border."

Defang nodded upon hearing this, "What the prime minister said is reasonable, but after all, Wei Xu has not dealt with similar matters, and the prime minister should send sages to go with him."

"Yes, don't worry, my lord, I have already thought about this matter."

At this time, Zhou Huaizheng, the deputy head of the internal servants, came to "My lords, my lords, please go to the palace."

Everyone went to the temple to pay homage, and Zhenzong also discussed with the ministers about setting up a forum. He was very satisfied after listening to Kou Zhun's arrangement. Invitation letter from the lord of the country, next month is the birthday of the mother of the Liao Kingdom, and they want to invite me, the eight sage kings of the Great Song Dynasty." Zhenzong said this and looked at Defang, "Brother, it seems that this trip must be recommended by Brother Yelu." Before he finished speaking, Zhenzong stopped. He looked at Defang next to him, and was suddenly surprised, "Brother Huang, what's wrong with you?"

At this time, Defang was covered with sweat, his face was a little red, his breathing was a little short, and his eyes were still a little bit open. One hand was supporting his right leg, and the other was holding the golden mace tightly to his abdomen. When Zhenzong called him, he reluctantly turned his head to the side, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty... No problem... No problem."

"Emperor Brother" Zhenzong stood up, "You look very unwell, please go back home."

"Thank you. Thank you, Your Majesty." Defang panted heavily, and forced her body up, but she was very unstable. Defang frowned tightly, and it was difficult to take a step under her feet. Seeing this, Zhenzong stepped forward to support Defang, "Brother Emperor , be careful, come here! Send the Eight Sage Kings back to the mansion!"

At this time, a person from the next step quickly ran up, "Your Majesty, I will carry the prince back to the mansion in the future."

Zhenzong saw that this person was Huyan Bixian, the fourth son of Huyanzan, and his father Huyanzan had a good relationship with Defang, so he nodded, "Okay, quickly send the Eight Sage Kings back to the mansion."

"Yes! Your Majesty!" Hu Yanbi saw that Defang was weak, so he took the golden mace, turned around and put Defang on his back, and quickly walked outside the hall. Seeing that Defang's condition was very serious, Zhenzong couldn't help but think of the situation of Prince Zhaocheng Yuanxi in the early years. So he said, "Retreat! Immediately send some imperial doctors to Nanqing Palace."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Zhou Huaizheng replied

At this time in the Nanqing Palace, Concubine Di was making soup, Ke'er said, "Madam, it's cold, you go back to your room and rest, Ke'er will watch for you."

"No, it will be fine in a while." Concubine Di looked at the casserole. "The prince seems to be feeling unwell these few days. Although he always doesn't say anything, I can tell."

"My lord must be too tired," Ke'er said

"Maybe." Concubine Di sighed, "I don't know why, but I always feel a little uneasy."

"Your Majesty, you must be thinking too much because you care too much about the lord." Ke'er laughed and said, "When the lord returns home and drinks your soup, everything will be fine."