Please ask me to be the emperor

"I'm going to meet His Majesty, but I'm not going into a dragon's den or a tiger's den. Why are I wearing these clothes?" Zhang Shun complained while putting on the personal cotton armor handed over by Gao Guiying.

It turned out that when Zhang Shun mentioned the news that Emperor Hongguang was seriously ill and that he was going to visit him, Li Sanniang, Ma Yingniang, Hong Niangzi and Wang Qiying were all worried.

At this moment, Gao Guiying proposed to let Zhang Shun wear "dark armor" and then accompany him himself, just in case, which was unanimously approved by the girls.

"Sima Yi is nearly seventy years old. He can still fake his illness to make money from Cao Shuang, but he can't make money from you alone?" Unexpectedly, Lady Hong sneered when she heard this.

Zhang Shun was stunned when he heard this and immediately reacted.

Although he now leads the emperor to command the princes, and his power is comparable to that of Cao Cao, there are still people who want to take the opportunity to rise to power and burn the cold stove of "Hongguang".

"Okay, then I'll be careful!" Zhang Shun couldn't help but nodded as he thought of this.

"Let Wukong and his people stay outside for a while, and let Guiying stay with you. If there are any changes, there will be someone to take care of you." The red lady nodded with satisfaction and reminded again.

"Okay, got it." Zhang Shun smiled. Although he didn't care about it, he was still fully prepared.

After he and Gao Guiying were fully dressed and put on their coats, they left the Yangxin Palace and took Wukong and other guards to the Qianqing Palace.

As soon as Zhang Shung arrived, Zhu Yousong's queen hurriedly came out and said: "Today is New Year's Eve, so I shouldn't disturb His Highness. It's just that Your Majesty is ill and the matter is very important. I have no master, so I have no choice but to do this."

"What did the Queen say? Your Majesty's health is related to the stability of the world and cannot be overemphasized. Isn't it the only New Year's Eve?" Zhang Shun looked at the brightly lit Qianqing Palace and walked inside, smiling.

"By the way, what happened to Your Majesty? What symptoms did he suffer from?"

"Well, I'm ashamed to say that this happened because of Your Majesty's lust." The queen replied with an embarrassed look on her face.

"Oh?" Zhang Shun frowned when he heard this and walked into Dongnuan Pavilion. He saw Zhu Changxun lying on the couch with a sick face and coughing.

"Your Majesty, what's going on?" Zhang Shun quickly saw it and then asked.

"Oh, it's King Shun who's here. Ahem." Zhu Changxun couldn't help but move when he saw Zhang Shun, "I accidentally caught wind and cold. I'll be recovering in a few days."

"Has the imperial doctor been here?" Zhang Shun frowned and couldn't help but wonder, how could he still "occasionally feel the cold" while living in the Nuan Pavilion?

The so-called wind-cold is actually the cold of later generations.

The illness is a minor illness, but in this era of lack of medical treatment and medicine, once complications occur and invade the lungs and trachea, death is likely to occur.

On the surface, it doesn't matter whether Zhu Changxun is alive or dead, but it is just now at a critical moment for the development of the rebel army.

If he dies at this time, I'm afraid Zhang Shun will have yellow mud fall into his crotch, which is either feces or feces.

At that time, not only will he bear the bad reputation of "regicide and usurping the throne", but it will also affect the perception of scholars all over the world and the resistance of the remaining Ming forces.

"I've been here. I'm resting in the side room." The queen quickly replied.

"Oh?" When Zhang Shun heard this, he couldn't help but ordered Gao Guiying, "Let the imperial doctor come in and answer."

"Let the imperial doctor come in and answer the question!" As a result, Gao Guiying remained motionless and shouted loudly outside.

"Let the eunuch come in and answer the question!" The eunuch outside listened and couldn't help but continue to pass on the message.

"Uh" Zhang Shun suddenly had a black line on his face.

Originally, he meant to ask Gao Guiying to invite the imperial doctor, but Gao Guiying was worried about Zhang Shun's comfort, so she shouted on her own initiative.

Logically speaking, there is nothing wrong with shouting like this, but when these two people shouted it like this, it seemed extremely rude.

"I've met your Majesty, I've met the Queen, I've met His Royal Highness King Shun!" Not long after, an old doctor over fifty years old walked in tremblingly and greeted Zhu Changxun, the Queen and Zhang Shun respectively.

"Please get up, please get up!" Zhang Shun raised his hand and then asked, "What kind of disease does your Majesty have? How long will it take to recover?"

"Your Majesty has severe aversion to cold, mild fever, stuffy nose, runny nose, persistent cough, incessant headache, sore limbs, sore joints, thin white tongue coating, and floating and tight pulse. This is a symptom of wind and cold attacking the lungs." The old doctor hurriedly said. replied.

"Ah?" Zhang Shun was shocked when he heard this.

Could it be that the disease caused by wind and cold attacking the lungs is pneumonia?

"Can this disease be cured?" he asked quickly.

"It can be cured, it can be cured!" the old doctor responded quickly, "This disease only needs to dispel the wind and cold, and relieve the lungs and relieve the cough."

"As the saying goes: if there is no sweating, use ephedra; if there is sweating, use cinnamon twigs. For this disease, use ephedra decoction, plus atractylodes and coix seed. It can be cured in a few days."

"You just need to avoid eating cold, spicy, greasy and meaty foods, abstain from alcohol and sex, rest more, and work less to avoid worsening of the condition."

"Is everything okay?" Zhang Shun couldn't believe it, for fear of being deceived by a quack doctor.

He really has some doubts about whether traditional Chinese medicine can treat lung infections.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." The old doctor shook his head and said impatiently, "If your highness really wants to cause trouble, please kill the old man first, and then use three coins of arsenic to ensure that your majesty will die."

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"Ah, your highness, please spare your life!" Zhu Changxun was shocked when he heard this. He didn't care about the discomfort all over his body. He fell down and knelt on the ground with a "pop", kowtowing.

The queen was immediately frightened and turned pale. She quickly knelt down and bowed to the ground.

Zhang Shun was angry and funny when he saw it. He quickly pulled Zhu Changxun up and tried to tuck him into bed.

It's just that he is extremely fat. How could Zhang Shun pull him off?

Seeing that this guy was shaking like chaff, if he was frightened again, if he died, it would be a big deal.

It turned out that he was just expressing his distrust of Chinese medicine, but he was scolded by the old doctor who had already taken a breath.

It's just that this confrontation didn't matter, it frightened Zhu Changxun and his queen.

Seeing that all kinds of persuasion were useless, Zhang Shun couldn't help but threatened in anger: "If your majesty wants to survive, why don't you lie down quickly? If not, don't say three coins, just three pounds, I can feed him!"

"Ah, three kilograms?" This food won't kill you, but it will also stretch you to death.

Zhu Changxun was so horrified that his liver and gallbladder were split apart. He quickly got up shakily and hid under the quilt.

Zhang Shun then shouted to the imperial doctor: "You are so brave. You dare to scare His Majesty. What crime should you do?"

The old doctor also got excited for a moment and was so frightened that he just lay on the ground and kept shouting "death penalty".

"If it were another person, just by your words, it would not be an exaggeration to implicate the nine tribes!" Zhang Shun sneered, "But since it was your unintentional mistake, I will punish you to cure His Majesty's illness as soon as possible."

"If the disease cannot be cured by medicine, be careful of your own life!"

"Thank you for your grace, Your Highness!" The old doctor couldn't help crying with joy after hearing Zhang Shun's words, and almost worshiped Zhang Shun as the Buddha of all families.

"Huh!" After hearing Zhang Shun's words, the frightened Zhu Changxun couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

"The minister will take his leave first, and will come back later to attend the Zhengdan Dynasty celebration ceremony!" Zhang Shun said goodbye after seeing that everything was settled.

"Ah, it can't be done, it can't be done, this can't be done!" Who would have thought that before Zhu Changxun could speak, the old doctor was startled when he heard this and quickly answered.

"Why is this?" Zhang Shun's eyes became dangerous.

Give you face, you are shameless, right?

"Well, Your Majesty is very ill now. I'm afraid that the wind and cold will make your condition worse. There is no cure." The old doctor reminded him weakly.

In fact, he didn't want to offend the God of Killing. If Zhu Changxun was tortured to death, whose fault would it be?

"This" Zhang Shun pondered for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

Ever since he "held the emperor hostage to order the princes", how to distinguish between himself and the "enemies" has been an extremely headache for him.

What a coincidence, Zhu Changxun fell ill at this critical moment, and he could be used to explore the truth.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile and said: "In that case, please rest for the time being, Your Majesty. I will give an order to inform the officials, big and small, that they don't have to come to congratulate you!"