The emperor walked down the court with a calm face and square steps. He didn't go to the small study, and didn't invite Wei Zhi and others to discuss matters. Instead, he asked Gu Zhong to move all the books to the central palace.
As soon as he entered the central palace, the emperor let go of his breath, and the empress stepped forward to help him remove his robe and crown, and helped him to sit down on the couch.
The emperor was still a little embarrassed, but the empress was considerate, so he could only sit on the wooden couch with a straight face and pretended not to care.
Monk Gu Zhong and Auntie cleverly placed a small table on the couch, arranged the booklets neatly and placed them on the table.
The emperor supported his waist and sat cross-legged, and the queen was a little worried, "Why don't you announce the imperial doctor to come and see?"
The emperor said with a sullen face, "No, I'm fine."
The queen knew that he had a good face, so she definitely didn't want people to know that he fell out of bed last night.
After thinking for a while, she asked all the servants to go down, brought up a basin of warm water, waited for him to wash his face and hands first, then took out a bottle of ointment and said, "Let me put some ointment on Your Majesty."
The emperor was suspicious, "Can this be rubbed on the face?"
Many medicines will be hot when rubbed on the face, and the place where he was injured is close to the eyes. Last night, he rubbed a little ointment and washed it off quickly. It felt like his eyes were going to be blind.
This morning the queen covered it up for him with makeup, but he still looked a little awkward, but fortunately, no one could see it except the people who waited on him.
But the queen felt that the injury on his face was not a big deal, what was important was that he accidentally twisted his waist when he fell off the bed.
She persuaded again in a low voice: "Let's call an imperial doctor to take a look."
The emperor lost his temper and said: "I even said I don't want to watch it, it's not a serious injury."
The queen could only stop mentioning it, and asked, "Are you going to see Saburo today?"
"No," the emperor twisted his waist, he didn't want to move, he was still a little irritable at the moment, so he didn't want to go, "Just ask someone to bring him something, let him don't think too much, and heal his legs first. "
The Queen nodded.
It was impossible for Prince Gong not to think too much. He had received the imperial edict for several days, and his father only came to see him once. Today he wanted to change his medicine, but his father who promised to come to see him did not come.
Prince Gong had to think about it.
Xiao Yuan was dismantling the board, cleaned the injured leg and applied intermittent ointment again. Seeing the movement of Prince Gong raising his leg, he quickly and lightly lifted it, and warned: "Your Highness, this leg can't move around, or the bones will be damaged." Dislocation will lead to crooked legs, and once crooked legs grow, they will be limping."
Prince Gong looked down at his injured leg, stiffened for a moment and then did not move.
Xiao Yuan is continuing to give him medicine.
Prince Gong asked: "If the leg is crooked, can it be regrown?"
Xiao Yuanzheng smiled and said: "It is possible to interrupt the connection again."
But breaking it again will definitely be extremely painful. The main thing is who can break it again on the original broken bone so accurately
So this kind of thing only exists in the theory of medical classics, and there is no successful case yet.
Under the quilt, Prince Gong's hand trembled slightly, and he wanted to clenched it tightly, but slowly loosened it. He asked Xiao Yuanzheng calmly, "When will my king's leg heal?"
Xiao Yuanzheng said: "His Royal Highness has been well-fed during this period. After changing the medicine a few times, he can get out of bed and practice walking in about a month. After that, he will exercise every day, and he will be back to normal after a month or two."
Xiao Yuanzheng paused and said: "But in the future, we will sprint and climb less..."
After all, Prince Gong is too fat, and walking is a burden, not to mention sprinting and mountain climbing, which will cause greater damage to the injured leg in a short period of time.
Prince Gong pursed his lips sullenly and agreed.
The crown prince agreed to let Zhou Man ask for leave to go to Shangzhou, so before taking a rest again, Man Bao handed in the leave application form and wanted to take about seven days of leave.
In this way, counting the two days of rest this time and the next two days of rest, she will have eleven days of vacation, and Shangzhou is not far away. She reckons that seven or eight days will be enough to find her mother's house and deal with it. Good thing.
The prince had forgotten about it, but she remembered it as soon as she mentioned it. He didn't read Zhou Man's note that he would ask for a few days off. Say hello.
Yes, Man Bao has two immediate bosses, one is Xiao Yuanzheng, and the other is Kong Jijiu.
Kong Jijiu didn't want to approve it, but when he heard that she was going to find relatives, Confucianism puts filial piety first, so he approved it, and then he raised his hand and saw the leave letter from Bai Shan and Bai Erlang. He frowned and asked, "Zhou They are all looking for relatives, what are these two going to do?"
Mr. Zhuang, who also handed in the leave application form, cleared his throat in embarrassment and said, "They are worried that their senior sister can't find their relatives, so they went to help."
Mr. Zhuang said: "I don't know about Jijiu. She only learned about Zhou Man's life experience when she grew up. She never knew that there was an uncle's family before. Her father was in Xia's family back then. His parents-in-law passed away and he brought his wife and daughter back home. Township, it’s been fourteen years since I’ve been away, and I’m afraid things will change in Shangzhou.”
Kong Jijiu frowned and said, "Although that's the case, they are students, and students should focus on their studies."
Mr. Zhuang quickly responded, and then took out his leave application form, saying: "So the lower officials decided to go with them and supervise them all the way, lest they waste their studies."
Kong Jijiu: …
He looked at Zhuang Xun, then looked down at the leave application handed in front of him, he vaguely felt why the three of Bai Shan were like this.
It is said that a disciple is like his teacher, and his son is like his father...
Kong Jijiu reached out to take the booklet, opened it, and asked, "The crown prince agrees?"
Zhuang Xun did not have many classes in the first ten days, only three classes, but he still had two small classes for the prince. Kong Jijiu had to admit that Zhuang Xun was good at teaching students, at least the prince could listen to him Lessons and exhortations.
Zhuang Xun said with a smile: "I told His Highness, but His Highness said that this is the internal affairs of the Chongwen Museum, and it is time to ask about the wine."
Kong Jijiu felt better, and after pondering for a while, he replied, then put the book aside and said, "Go early and come back early."
Mr. Zhuang saluted with gratitude and answered "Yes".
In addition to Bai Shan and Bai Erlang's application for leave, Zhuang Xun's and Zhou Man's papers had to be sent to the Ministry of Officials for record.
If they are not on the holidays and family visits stipulated by the imperial court, their corresponding salary will be deducted when they ask for leave.
Knowing the exact reply, Man Bao ran to Mingda and said, "I won't be entering the palace in the next ten days. If you have anything to do, please write to my family. If it's urgent, my family will send a letter to me."
It was only a little over ten days old, and Mingda didn't think he would need to write to her, but he still responded with a smile.
Man Bao took out a box from his bosom and said: "This is the crystal bead string I made for the queen, you can take it to your empress."
Mingda took it and saw that the crystal was white, but the black stone in the middle was exactly the same as hers, so she knew that the most important thing should not be the crystal, but this stone.
She nodded, and promised Man Bao not to confess her.
Man Bao urged her, "Why don't you make a sacrifice in front of Laozi's portrait for seventy-seven forty-nine days before giving it to the empress?"
Mingda smiled and nodded, "Okay."