"Long live my Lord, it's not a big problem. I'll give you the acupuncture first."
Qin Lu took out the silver needles from the medicine box and gave Lu Mingwei acupuncture. Five silver needles were inserted into Lu Mingwei's five acupoints: Anmian, Shenmen, Neiguan, Sanyinjiao, and Fengchi. Lu Mingwei's expression gradually relaxed. Although the corners of his mouth were still crooked, his eyes slowly closed.
Qin Lu breathed a sigh of relief and said softly: "Long live my lord, you have a good rest first, and I will go and make some soup and medicine for you."
Qin Lu quietly left the dormitory. As soon as he went out, he raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his face. Then he bumped into Prince Ning, Prince Huai and Prince Hui who came after hearing the news.
Prince Huai was so busy that he stepped forward and asked: "Chief Qin, what's wrong with my father? Didn't he get better a few days ago? Why did his condition suddenly get worse again?"
"The wind disease that Long Live Master suffers from is the most irritating. I heard that Long Live Master got angry at night, so I'm afraid it made his condition worse." Qin Lu was so busy that he put down his arms, saluted the three of them, and sighed, " The most taboo thing about this wind disease is a recurrence. This time, Long Live the Lord may be in trouble. "
Lu Zhicheng's face turned as white as a sheet of paper immediately. His feet were swaying and he fell back two steps involuntarily. Lu Zhishan reached out to support him and said to Qin Lu: "Chief Qin, please hurry up and help your father." Make some medicine, my father's health depends on you."
"Wei Chen really doesn't want to be a minister. Wei Chen went to the side hall to cook medicine first." Qin Lu was so busy that he bowed and left.
Lu Zhiyue was so busy that he was about to enter the dormitory, but was stopped by Zhao Ruhai: "Your Majesty, you'd better not go in yet. Long Live the Lord didn't close his eyes all night. It was hard to fall asleep. Your Majesty, you'd better wait for your father to wake up." Then go in and say hello to Lord Long Live."
"That's fine." Lu Zhiyue could only nod, turned around and looked at Lu Zhicheng steadily for a while, then moved his eyes away, and then strode out of the hall.
"Yes... I was the one who made my father's condition worse. It's all me..." Lu Zhicheng muttered with a pale face, "It's all me, it's all because of me..."
Lu Zhishan helped Lu Zhicheng sit down on the stool. He reached out to pour a glass of water and handed it to Lu Zhicheng: "If my father's condition worsened because of you, then why did Concubine Li become so ill?" Death? Why did Princess Linglong become insane? "
Lu Zhicheng suddenly looked up at Lu Zhishan, speechless.
"Everything has a cause and effect. Since my father is the one who arranged the plan, he should bear the consequences of being broken," Lu Zhishan said solemnly, while placing the teacup on the table, he patted Lu Zhicheng's shoulder, "Li The concubine is newly mourned, and you have to take charge of her posthumous affairs. Don’t fall down at this time.”
"...Yes, thank you very much, Brother Huang." Lu Zhicheng said hoarsely.
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Jiasheng 28th April 14th
A memorial from Zhou Chi, governor of Guangxi, was sent to the capital.
In the morning.
"Siam has repeatedly invaded our country, Dali, and it is really too much to bully others. If we can't fight back, I'm afraid Siam will become even more arrogant. I think this time Governor Zhou commanded appropriately," Ding Shaodian, the Minister of Civil Affairs, said generously, holding a jade tablet in his hand. The poem said, "I am not afraid of offending others. If I say something unpleasant, the Dali Dynasty lacks bloody officials like Governor Zhou. If everyone is as patriotic and loving as Governor Zhou, and hates evil as much as hatred, why would Dali be seduced by Siam?" How shameful is it that small countries like Luo and Tubo have invaded for so many years