The Ming Dynasty: Starting with taking Old Zhu on a journey to the future

"Lock him up first, and deal with him after the Prince of Yan returns to the capital."

"Who else accompanied Zhu Gaochi on this assassination attempt in the capital?"

Even though Zhu Gaoxu was stronger than the average person, he couldn't rely solely on his martial prowess.

They couldn't kill one Imperial Guard, but they severely injured two others.

No matter how strong you are, you're still afraid of a kitchen knife.

The Embroidered Uniform Guards were not to be trifled with.

"And the close attendants around Zhu Gaoxu were left in Fengyang Prefecture by His Highness the Prince of Yan to protect their safety."

Zhu Di left several guards in Fengyang Prefecture to protect the safety of Zhu Gaochi and Zhu Gaoxu.

This would ensure their safety on their journey to Beiping.

The journey is long and arduous, and dangers are inevitable.

"Execute them all."

Jiang Huan nodded: "Yes."

At this time.

The personal eunuch, Wang Sancai, hurriedly entered the study and bowed to report, "Your Majesty, Lan Chen has woken up."

The worry on Zhu Yuanzhang's face lessened somewhat, and a hint of joy appeared in his eyes.

"Jiang Huan, when you leave later, go to the Imperial Hospital and find Dai Sigong. Ask him to prescribe some blood-tonifying medicine for Lan Chen."

Although most of the people in the Imperial Medical Academy only knew theory, their ability to treat diseases was mediocre.

But Dai Sigong is an exception.

Dai Sigong was the only person in the Imperial Medical Academy who was truly capable, but he was getting old.

I am old and sick, and unable to take care of myself.

In the vast Ming Dynasty, it seemed there was no imperial physician who could replace Dai Sigong.

"Yes."

"If Your Majesty has nothing else to say, then this humble subject will take his leave."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded: "Don't tell anyone about Lan Chen's awakening for now."

To prevent anyone from trying to harm Lan Chen again.

It's still best to be cautious.

Lan Chen's awakening means that after he has rested, he can bring his father here.

The day when I can see my father in his true form is not far off.

I don't know if my father will get used to the food in the palace.

Should we send someone to Fengyang to find a chef? To cook some authentic local dishes?

If only the girl and Biao were still alive.

This way, our whole family can be together.

Zhu Yuanzhang thought a lot, and his eyes lost some of their coldness, replaced by anticipation of reuniting with his father.

……

Jiangdong Gate.

In a side room in the courtyard, Lan Chen felt a dull ache in his shoulder.

Sure enough, no one is kind to you for no reason.

I almost got caught.

I thought that with the Imperial Guards protecting me, I should be fine.

After all, the name "Jinyiwei" (Imperial Bodyguard) is enough to scare many people so much they'd wet themselves.

Not to mention that being under the protection of the Embroidered Uniform Guard would be disadvantageous to him.

He never expected that this group of people would be so audacious as to dare to kill even the Imperial Guards.

Isn't this a slap in the face to Zhu De? What's the difference between this and treason?

I don't know if it will leave any lasting effects.

Lost in thought.

The courtyard gate slowly opened.

Jiang Huan walked into the courtyard carrying a bag of medicine.

Looking at Lan Chen, who was moving around in the courtyard, Jiang Huan said with concern, "Your injuries haven't healed yet, how can you move around like that?"

Upon hearing this, Lan Chen said, "I injured my shoulder, not my leg."

"I just came out to get some sun, it helps with my recovery."

Upon hearing this, Physician Li, who was in charge of looking after Lan Chen, nodded in response: "That's right."

Seeing that the physician had said so, Jiang Huan said no more.

Lan Chen looked at what Jiang Huan was carrying and asked, "What are you holding?"

"This medicine was specially prescribed for you by Imperial Physician Dai Sigong of the Imperial Medical Academy, which will help replenish your blood and aid in your recovery."

I've heard a little about Dai Sigong.

He was the only person in the Imperial Medical Academy who was not held accountable by Zhu Yuanzhang.

He had also cured the illnesses of Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang and Prince Yan, Zhu Di, and was considered a famous doctor.

However, Dai Sigong seems to be older than Lao Zhu.

"Now that you can walk, go home and recover."

This location is near the sixteenth floor, which is not conducive to quiet recuperation.

As Jiang Huan spoke, he clapped his hands.

Looking at the sedan chair at the door, Lan Chen was slightly surprised: "That's quite thoughtful."

Lan Chen got into the sedan chair and headed towards Jiang Huan's house.

During the journey, Lan Chen looked at Jiang Huan, who was riding beside him, and asked, "Jiang Huan, have you found the assassin who tried to kill me?"

Jiang Huan nodded.

"Zhu Gaoxu, the second son of the Prince of Yan."

When Lan Chen learned that Zhu Gaoxu was the one who assassinated him, he was somewhat surprised.

"Did I... offend him?"

Apart from some memories of cultivating Taoism and refining elixirs, my own memories are mostly of these things.

It seems there's no mention of him offending Zhu Gaochi, right? Why would this kid want to assassinate him for no reason?

Jiang Huan said calmly, "Your father and the Prince of Yan are at odds."

I almost forgot.

He was the legitimate son of Lan Yu.

The father, who is not a father, has made a lot of enemies outside.

It seems that not only the Prince of Yan, but also court officials, as well as Feng Sheng, Fu Youde, and others, were present.

Even Zhu Yuanzhang had actually disliked Lan Yu for a long time.

"Is His Majesty aware of this?"

"Know."

"How should we handle this?"

"After I escort you home, I will personally go to Fengyang Prefecture."

His Majesty will give you an explanation.

Explain.

At most, he'll be imprisoned or have his title reduced.

After all, he is still a grandson of the emperor.

"By the way, I heard a member of the Imperial Guard died? What was his name?"

"Song Heng, a junior officer of the Embroidered Uniform Guard."

"Can I go see his family?"

Jiang Huan nodded: "We cannot stay any longer."

Led by Jiang Huan, Lan Chen arrived at the alleyway of Xicheng Street.

The sedan chair stopped in front of a rather dilapidated house.

The faint sound of crying could be heard coming from inside the courtyard walls.

"Song Heng has a wife, a daughter, and an elderly father."

Lan Chen gazed at the old man sitting listlessly inside the courtyard wall, and pondered for a long time.

Seeing this, Jiang Huan said, "Protecting you was his duty, and to die for it, dying in office, is a good ending."

"The imperial court would provide his widow with ten shi of rice and five bolts of hemp cloth every year."

Because Song Heng's rank was not high, his pension was not very high either.

Five bushels of rice a year—enough to keep you from starving, but not enough to fill your stomach.

Imagine if one day he were to die in the line of duty.

The compensation was quite high: forty shi of rice and forty bolts of hemp cloth.

The family members are basically free from worries about food and clothing.

Lan Chen looked at Jiang Huan and asked, "Do you have money?"

Although Song Heng was ordered to protect himself, the real reason he died was because he was protecting himself.

The man is already dead, so there's no point in rambling on. All he can do is try to bring some good fortune to his family.

Jiang Huan fell silent upon hearing this: "Actually... you don't need to do this. We Embroidered Uniform Guards all have some hidden income."

"The money Song Heng has saved over the years, plus the imperial pension, should be enough for his family to live comfortably."

Lan Chen frowned: "I have to show my appreciation, so should I lend it to you or not?"

Jiang Huan was helpless.

"How much do you want to borrow?"

"Fifty."

"arts?"

Lan Chen was speechless for a moment: "What can fifty coins do? Fifty taels of silver."

When Jiang Huan learned that Lan Chen wanted to borrow fifty taels of silver, he immediately refused.

"I don't have that much, lend me a little."

"You, a commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, don't even have fifty taels?"

Jiang Huan's lips twitched slightly, and he said with a forced smile, "We may be able to skim some profits, but do you think His Majesty is blind?"