The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

Xiao Jing cannot understand such a person, nor can he understand such a thing.

He was cut with a knife since he was young and sent to the palace.

Therefore, for him, it was a transaction, a transaction that exchanged a certain part of the body for a rich one.

At this moment, Liu Jian was even more distressed.

If only the white-haired person gave the black-haired person, it's okay, and he can see how his son looks like. He can't imagine how much pain he endured in the course of this riddled process.

Emperor Hongzhi didn't know how to comfort him.

Anyway, what matters now is to save Liu Jie.

He now remembered that he had met Liu Jie, and that the title of Liu Jie's gold list was also full of enthusiasm. At that time, this young man gave the emperor Hongzhi a vigorous vitality.

But now ...

So shocking.

If he had not seen it with his own eyes, the emperor Hongzhi could not think of such a person in the world.

The ministers beside him couldn't bear to look at Liu Jie on the couch. They couldn't look directly, and they couldn't help but feel ashamed.

On weekdays, it is said that the official business is busy and the case is hard to deal with, but compared with Liu Jie, how can these words be said well.

Only Ouyang Zhi, with no expression on his face, had a stern look on his face.

Fang Jifan personally served a cup of tea to Emperor Hongzhi, and then another one to Liu Jian. Finally, he held another cup of tea and drank lightly. The others looked at Fang Jifan, and his throat knotted.

Tea is addictive. If you do n’t drink that bite, you will always feel less of a taste.

Emperor Hongzhi was silent for a long time, and seeing that Liu Jie had not yet woken up, suddenly looked around and said, "How about Prince?"

"This ..." Fang Jifan also looked around. Fang Cai this guy was still chattering like the sister-in-law of Xiang Lin, why was it suddenly gone?

Fang Jifan said: "Your Majesty, the son-in-law did not see him. I thought it was an operation. His Royal Highness was exhausted and tired. He went to rest."

"Oh." Emperor Hongzhi accepted the explanation. He only nodded, but his heart was mixed.

After a while.

Zhu Hou came in with a sudden, and said, "The painting is done, the painting is done."

Everyone looked up and looked at Zhu Houzhao, who was surprised and surprised.

"..."

Holding a large piece of paper in his hand, Zhu Houzhao walked steadily, and went directly to the emperor Hongzhi. The large piece of paper was unfolded and exposed in front of everyone. It was a sketch of the human body, sketched with charcoal pen, and even perspective effect.

Zhu Houzhao spent some days with a group of captives of Francis, and learned the painting skills of the Francis from there.

This perspective view of the human body is very real, and even the name of the person has been raised. In order to prevent everyone from understanding it, the word "Liu Jie" is scarletly written with a cinnabar pen.

Zhu Houzhao pointed at the position of Liu Jie in the painting and said: "Father Emperor, you see, this is a section near Liu Jie's ventricle. This dense place is the blood vessel, here is the sternum, here is the location of the heart, and here ... Father Emperor ... The shrapnel is walking in this area. The big one is just a little bigger and smaller than the rice grain. It is equivalent to the hairline. The most difficult part of this operation is the structure of the human body. , Know which position is unusual, feel where there are traces of shrapnel, and at the same time, you need to be careful to avoid cutting the vital position of the body, which is equivalent to what ... "Zhu Hou thought about it seriously," It is equivalent to, It was carved on tofu, and the flower bud needs to be only the size of a hairline. When the son opened his wound, he was shocked. He was not very sure. Many of the shrapnels were taken out, and it was already impossible to use the naked eye and experience. To determine the location, you can only rely on the feeling, which is strange ... "

Emperor Hongzhi looked down at the painting, frowning slightly.

This painting is a mess.

It should be noted that Eastern paintings are completely different from Western paintings. In this era, Western paintings are more realistic, and Eastern paintings focus on artistic conception. Therefore, ... White, to give people more room for imagination, all these things must be painted without detail, and then fall into the lower class.

Emperor Hongzhi took a first look, and the simple reaction was that such a thing is so poorly painted.

Then listen to Zhu Houzhao chattering and chatting in the side, the beauty of Zizi, the emperor Hongzhi pulled his face.

Seeing the other ministers all stretched their necks and joined them together.

Emperor Hongzhi felt that Zhu Houzhao seemed to be raising his arms and pumping his face.

Emperor Hongzhi, with a cold face, popped two words from his teeth: "Go away!"

Zhu Houzhao: "............"

Zhu Houzhao was a little wronged, so he had to roll his own picture and could not help muttering in a low voice: "I still didn't understand after speaking so much. Ask the other doctors, they begged me to talk, but I won't talk yet.

Looking back at Fang Jifan, the old monk Fang Jifan stood still.

Zhu Houzhao said in a low voice: "Lao Fang, you know it."

"You know, you know." Fang Jifan's chick nodded as if pecking at the rice.

Zhu Houzhao said: "Then you speak it out loud, what do you know."

Fang Jifan followed the good voice: "His Royal Highness's paintings are so good, they have a Da Vinci style."

Zhu Hou Zhao took care of his teeth and waited angrily for Fang Jifan, wishing to pinch Fang Jifan.

But who is Leonardo?

…………

On the side, Su Yue took Liu Jie ’s pulse and listened to Zhu Houzhao ’s explanation of the painting. Although he could not see the painting, he listened to His Royal Highness ’s explanation. His ears stood up like a rabbit, and he listened like he was intoxicated. .

He couldn't help crying.

Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa, this is really Grandpa Grandpa, the surgery is done well, and the talk is really good. If you can see Grandpa Grandpa's paintings again, it will be good news and death. It ’s really ... willing to die.

"Your Majesty ..." At this time, Su Yue noticed the difference in pulse: "Brother Liu's pulse began to be powerful."

"Come, let me take a look."

Zhu Houzhao was very serious about the profession, and immediately grabbed Liu Jie's hand.

Both Emperor Hongzhi and Liu Jian stood up subconsciously.

"really……"

Zhu Houzhao closed his eyes and felt the pulse of the pulse slowly.

Zhu Houzhao raised his lips and said, "It seems that ... people survived."

"However ..." Zhu Houzhao condensed Shen Road: "Because of lead poisoning, this lead is not easy to be excreted in the body and can only be rested. His kidney function may not be good in the future. His body will be weaker and it will take many days to recover. As for wound infections, there is no need to worry anymore. With penicillin in it, we should keep it for a year and a half. It should be no problem. The efficacy of anesthetics has passed. "

"It's almost over." Su Yue looked at the time.

Zhu Hou Zhao said: "It should be awake. In these days, don't let him eat and drink, and maintain it by infusion. Don't be afraid of abuse. Penicillin should be used. It must be used. It must be strictly prevented from infection.

Su Yue listened carefully and wrote down Zhu Houzhao's words as if they were gods.

"cough……"

Just then, on the sickbed, Liu Jie coughed.

This time, everyone was excited, and everyone paid attention.

Fang Jifan was young and took the lead to step forward. Liu Jie was awakened by pain. After all, the anesthesia gradually passed.

When he slowly opened his eyes and came to see the first person, it made him unbelievable that he was actually a teacher.

For a moment ... tears couldn't stop his tired face.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his lips chatted, but he couldn't say a word.

Fang Jifan patted his face, and said in a kind tone: "Be good, don't cry, everything has passed, you see, there is a teacher."

Liu Jie nodded slightly.

The long haze, the moment when the teacher appeared, was a dark sky on the sky, and suddenly there was a dawn. The light was like a sword, piercing the darkness of the sky, so ... it was dawn!

His eyes also seemed to have some brilliance.

Liu Jian didn't know where he came from. He pulled Fang Jifan away and stretched his head over. Then he burst into tears and said, "Sir, my son."

Liu Jie blinked and looked at his father. His eyes turned to joy. He stared at his father and seemed to want to raise his hand.

But then, he was worried again.

If your parents are here, you will not be far away.

Of course, he thinks that he is doing the right thing when he goes to Golden Continent, but it is inevitable that his father will miss him thousands of miles away, and he will inevitably feel ashamed.

"You have a good rest, take a good rest, don't think about anything, you have to retreat." Liu Jian wanted to be close, but was afraid to spend too much energy on Liu Jie. In addition to surprises, he repeatedly asked.

Liu Jie nodded.

But ... he seemed to want to open his mouth, Liu Jian leaned over and pointed at Liu Jie.

Liu Jie made a difficult opening, breathing heavily, and said softly: "Father ... Father ..."

Liu Jian's tears fell down, no matter whether he could hear clearly or not, he nodded constantly.

Liu Jie continued: "Please tell Shigong ... tell Shigong ..."

Liu Jian's face was stunned ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The expression was a bit stiff. When I heard this, my heart was a bit cold.

Liu Jie continued: "Tell him that his son did not humiliate the lintel, his son ... did not live up to the teachings of his teachers and teachers ... the disciples of Xishan Academy ... in the Golden Continent ... in the Golden Continent, there was no one ... People ... each of them ... whether living or dead, they ... are all good. "

Liu Jian was already in tears. He wanted to say something, but he refrained, and then nodded desperately: "I know, I know, you should be well-cultivated, well-cultivated, and be good, son, what are you eating? Obsessed ... No, son, I am proud of you. "

Fang Jifan was anxiously saying, "What did Liu Jie say, what did he say?"

Liu Jian really didn't want to talk to Fang Jifan at this time, just grabbed Liu Jie's hand, and wept bitterly.

In the Jamsil, there was joy and sorrow, and a group of people cried and laughed.

http: /// txt / 83138 /

. _Mobile version reading URL: