I play the role of Jiajing in Zongwu: What crime have I committed?

He can show off and then run away!

Therefore, Zhu Houcong believed that the Taoist mental cultivation method was most suitable for someone like him, the sixth son.

Isn't it better to play dirty tricks?

"My lord, Xia Qiu, the head of the Suspended Mirror Bureau, requests an audience."

At this moment, Yan Song's voice rang out from outside the hall.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Houcong slowly opened his eyes, a flash of blue light appearing in them.

He had already anticipated that summer and autumn would come.

The fact that the Jiangzuo Alliance was a remnant of the Chiyan Rebellion was a matter of great importance that the Xuanjing Division dared not conceal.

He withdrew his sword and picked up the wooden mallet next to him to strike the bronze chime.

clang!

Yan Song instantly understood Zhu Houcong's meaning.

A moment later, Xia Qiu strode into the hall and knelt heavily on the ground.

"Your humble servant Xia Qiu pays his respects to Your Majesty."

Zhu Houcong's gaze fell on the bloodstained wooden box, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

Without saying a word, he struck the bronze chime again.

Yan Song, who was standing to the side, asked directly, "Has Chief Inspector Xia found out the whereabouts of the traitor who broke into the prison?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Qiu hurriedly reported that Su Xuan was actually Wei Zheng, that the Jiangzuo Alliance was a remnant of the Chiyan Clan, and that Xia Dong had betrayed the Xuanjing Division and killed Xia Chun.

When he got excited, his face even became ferocious.

Zhu Houcong leaned back on the soft couch, glancing sideways at Xia Qiu, and couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

Unexpectedly, Xia Chun's body was discovered so quickly.

What was even more unexpected was that Xia Qiu, being so clever, would automatically imagine that by some twist of fate, pin all the blame on Xia Dong.

Now Xia Jiang has been murdered, Xia Chun has died tragically, and Xia Dong has defected.

Of the four of them—master and disciples—only Xia Qiu remains today.

How could he not go crazy!

Zhu Houcong felt even more pleased as he looked at Xia Qiu's distorted face.

Sure enough, Xia Qiu was heard kneeling on the ground, her hoarse voice carrying a hint of madness.

"Your Majesty, I humbly request that you issue an edict to close all four gates and conduct a city-wide search. I am determined to bring Xia Dong, this traitor, and all those remnants of the Crimson Flame Army to justice."

OK!

Another mad dog.

I like any mad dog.

Zhu Houcong looked at the somewhat crazed Xia Qiu, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.

Good dog, good dog!

Since you're so eager to bite people, I'll let you out.

"This is outrageous!"

Zhu Houcong flew into a rage and threw the wooden box away violently.

The head that had flown out of the box fell out and rolled several times.

"Mei Changsu, you remnants of the Chiyan Army, how dare you be so arrogant!"

He suddenly stood up, his chest heaving violently, and flailed his arms wildly around the hall.

After a few breaths, his eyes suddenly widened and his face turned deathly pale.

Then his body swayed and he fell straight backward.

"Master!"

Yan Song's expression changed drastically. He rushed forward and grabbed the swaying Zhu Houcong.

He looked closely and saw that Zhu Houcong was trembling uncontrollably, with fine beads of cold sweat on his forehead.

"Quickly, summon the imperial physician!"

Yan Song's voice changed, and he shouted sternly towards the outside of the hall.

"My lord, please hold on, the imperial physician will be there shortly."

At this moment, Zhu Houcong suddenly grabbed Yan Song's arm, looked at Xia Qiu, and made a "hoarse" panting sound in his throat.

He spoke, his lips trembling.

"Summer and Autumn,"

"The minister is here."

Upon hearing this, Xia Qiu, her face full of worry, immediately knelt down.

"Grab him, catch him!"

"Don't let him get away!"

[Recite a classic quote from Emperor Jiajing, play Emperor Jiajing +1, and be rewarded with a Martial Arts Golden Elixir]

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Houcong pretended to have completely fainted.

The Wanshou Palace was immediately thrown into chaos.

Upon hearing this, Xia Qiu kowtowed heavily, his eyes flashing with a crazed light.

"Your Majesty, take the order."

Soon, the Imperial Medical Academy staff rushed over with their medical kits and knelt before the bed to take Zhu Houcong's pulse.

His fingertips rested on Zhu Houcong's wrist, and his brows furrowed more and more tightly.

strange!

The pulse is stable and there's nothing abnormal!

He then examined the eyelids, checked the tongue coating, and inquired about the nasal breathing, but could not find any symptoms at all.

Cold sweat immediately trickled down his temples.

It is a fact that the Emperor is in a coma. As the imperial physician, if he cannot diagnose the illness, it is a capital offense!

In desperation, he had no choice but to find an excuse to faint first.

So the imperial physician pretended to be calm and glanced at Yan Song beside him.

"Eunuch Yan, did His Majesty exhibit any unusual symptoms before he fainted?"

Yan Song quickly recounted everything that had just happened.

The imperial physician was overjoyed upon hearing this.

That makes it easy to find a pretext!

"I see!"

He immediately began to blatantly lie, concocting, "In my opinion, Your Majesty has been overworked for days, and upon suddenly hearing of the rampant traitors, your anger overwhelmed you, causing you to faint."

As he spoke, he took out a pair of silver needles from his medicine box.

"After I administer acupuncture to His Majesty and prepare several doses of medicine for his recovery, His Majesty should regain consciousness."

Yan Song nodded quickly upon hearing this.

"Alright, sir, write down the prescription for us, and we'll arrange for someone to prepare the medicine right away."

A flicker of panic crossed the Imperial Physician's eyes. He quickly waved his hand and said solemnly.

"No, no, this medicine must be prepared by me personally, and the heat and timing must be precise."

joke!

He was planning to slip away while the medicine was being prepared.

As she spoke, she began to administer acupuncture, skillfully twisting and turning the needles on several acupoints of Zhu Houcong.

Seeing this, Yan Song dared not speak and stayed by his side.

After a moment, the imperial physician put away the silver needles and bowed.

"This humble official will immediately prepare the medicine for His Majesty."

Then he quickly left the hall.

If you don't run now, when will you wait?

Yan Song watched the imperial physician's flustered figure, a hint of suspicion flashing in his eyes.

But with the emperor still asleep, he couldn't think about it too much.

Zhu Houcong lay on the dragon bed with his eyes closed, but in his heart he was already cursing the heavens.

The Imperial Medical Academy is full of useless idiots!

If you can't diagnose the illness, you'll just make things up!

Anger overwhelmed?

I think you've all lost your minds!

Luckily, I was just pretending. If I really had some hidden illness, wouldn't I have been harmed by these quack doctors?

Chapter 195 Good Looks Make a Sense

Zhu Houcong lay stiffly on the soft couch.

He cursed inwardly, but his face remained completely still, not even a tremor of his eyelashes.

Just then, the palace doors opened slightly.

A cool and aloof figure drifted in.

As soon as Xiaomeng entered the hall, her gaze immediately swept over Zhu Houcong, who was lying on the bed.

Then, the corners of his mouth lifted almost imperceptibly.

"Your Excellency, the Master..."

Yan Song was interrupted by Xiao Meng before he could finish speaking.

"Eunuch Yan, please step back. This humble Taoist priest has a secret method that can cure His Majesty."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Yan Song was well aware of Xiaomeng's astonishing abilities, and even more so of her importance in the emperor's heart.

Without daring to delay, he waved to signal all the eunuchs and palace maids in the hall to leave.

Before leaving, they thoughtfully closed the palace doors tightly.

After the palace doors closed, Xiaomeng slowly walked to the bedside.

"Your Majesty, everyone's gone. Stop pretending."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Houcong smiled and then leisurely opened his eyes.

He lazily propped himself up and looked at Xiaomeng with a half-smile.

"The Imperial Preceptor's medical skills are truly superb; a few words were enough to revive me, unlike those quacks in the Imperial Medical Academy."

Xiaomeng rolled her eyes at him, flicked her whisk, and said bluntly.

"What wicked scheme is His Majesty plotting this time?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Houcong suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, Xiaomeng, you really understand me."