Yang Jie left the room, closed the door, and ordered the butler next to the door:

"Rober, let Sanfu and fall into the water to stay up late and take care of my father. If my father has any discomfort, inform me immediately and ask the doctor to come over at any time."

The housekeeper Robert agreed, but reminded Yang Jie:

"Young Master, do you want to write to the eldest and second masters? Both of them are in the Northern Army. If you have any problems, you must explain to them."

Yang Jie shook his head:

"Not yet, my father's condition is not that far."

Yang Jie said, coughing twice, covering his hands and coughing a few times in a muffled manner. When he finally let go of his hand, he shrank back and avoided Robert's gaze.

"Okay, Robert, the sky is about to get colder again. I'm sorry, you can prepare the charcoal fire here."

Rob bowed and said:

"Young Master, don't worry, I'm in everything, but don't take medicine for your body."

Yang Jie put one hand behind him, waved his hand to Robert, paced and walked towards his room.

Rob looked at Yang Jie's back, and a hint of loneliness flashed across his wrinkled face. The old marquis' body is like this. The young master's body is not good for a child. Judging from his appearance just now, he should have coughed up blood. This time the medicine will not cure the young master's illness.

"Lao Luo."

Yang Hong's voice sounded in the room.

Robert opened the door, entered the bedroom, and bowed to Yang Hong:

"Marty?"

Yang Hong glanced at Lao Luo:

"I heard the sound of Jie'er coughing just now, which probably caused her internal organs to vibrate and vomit blood, right?"

A hint of gloom flashed across Robert's face when he heard this:

"The young master's illness has not worsened, but this time the medicine seems to be wrong. I thought about finding someone to go to Liaodong for a while, and dig some old ginseng from the old forest and come back to use it as medicine."

After hearing this, a trace of loneliness flashed across Yang Hong's thin face, but this loneliness disappeared in an instant. He patted his legs and said to Robert:

"Okay, just follow the arrangements for this matter. If there is anything difficult, go to Xin'er and ask him to think of a solution. Duke Zhongguo guards the northern part of the country. Cao Yi from Liaodong dared not give Su Cheng face. Xin'er asked to come to Su Cheng, and this matter would not be difficult to deal with."

"The Ministry of War has let go of Neng'er's affairs and has been transferred to Mingzhou for only two months."

"Jun'er really disappointed me. Let's stay in prison for a few days first. Kill him with a pride. When the crown prince ascends the throne, His Majesty will come out again when his majesty pardons the world."

Yang Hong said in a nagging manner.

Rob bowed and listened, occasionally replying to one or two sentences.

Finally, Yang Hong ordered another sentence:

"Lao Luo, you have followed me for the rest of your life, and I can't give you anything. This is a letter of recommendation. Take it and see which child is available for you in your family. Go north or south, it will be done."

Robert took the letter and laughed:

"Why are you talking like telling the funeral? The Supreme Emperor is just back and not in power. Even if he is in power, he can really deal with you."

Yang Hong lay on the bed and closed his eyes:

"I don't know what to do about the funeral. I will explain it one day earlier. When I leave, I will have no worries in my heart."

"Okay, go, let's use the letter as soon as possible. When I am alive, the robes will take my face and may be able to give it to a hundred households. When I die, I may not even be able to get the general flag."

The two of them said a few more words, and Lao Luo left the yard.

It was late at night, and the whole capital was quiet. The sound of making noises may come from a distance, making it even more lonely at night.

Lao Luo tightened his robe, and felt that the coldness between heaven and earth had become much heavier. The young master was weak and sick, and the marquis was like soaking in a medicine jar.

This marquis' mansion is really in turmoil.

...

Kunning Palace, the outside of Queen Wang’s bedroom.

Zhu Qiyu was wearing a moon white inner robe and sat on the chair. Queen Wang was also wearing a moon white brocade dress. She stood on the side of Zhu Qiyu and listened to Shu Liang's report:

"...Duke Zhongguo urged the military chaos and kicked the gate of the Supreme Emperor's bedroom. He forced the Supreme Emperor to send Ha Ming out and utter the order loudly. He decided to go to Tumu Fort to pay tribute to the dead heroic souls of the dead tomorrow."

Zhu Qizhen interrupted Shu Liang:

"What did Ha Ming say when he came out? Tell me carefully."

Zhu Qiyu's face was full of curiosity and joy, and she looked like the crowd of people who had not eaten the melons.

Shu Liang said the situation at that time again.

Zhu Qizhen patted Queen Wang's plain hand on her shoulder and said with a smile:

"My big brother never disappoints people in his work. He admits his conscience and does not delay at all. I really don't know how he can put this down."

Queen Wang let Zhu Qiyu hold her simple hand, and her voice was clear:

"Your Majesty, I feel that Su Cheng has to pay a lot of money for you."

Zhu Qiyu nodded repeatedly:

"It's not bad, it's true. If Su Qing doesn't say that my brother is evil this time, I'm afraid even the civil servants will offend a lot."

"This time the Ministry of War gave him a reward, I'm afraid it will be cut down a lot."

Shu Liang nodded from the side and said:

"Your Majesty is wise. On the way back, Shangshu Yu has already written the memorial. This reward will be drafted by the Ministry of War. The reward to Duke Zhongguo will definitely be much less."

Zhu Qiyu got up after hearing this, paced back and forth, and stomped his feet for the last time, and told Shu Liang:

"Shuliang, go and go to Xuanfu to tell Su Qing, and say that when I am alive, I will be given a king of different surnames."

As soon as Zhu Qiyu finished speaking, everyone in the room became quiet.

Shu Liang opened his mouth even widened and looked at Zhu Qiyu who was talking in a daze. He didn't bother to shut up for a long time.

Queen Wang was the first to recover from her shock, and she tactfully persuaded Zhu Qiyu:

"Your Majesty, Emperor Taizu has a destiny, and no one can be granted a king unless the Zhu family is. You do this in violation of the imperial ancestors' teachings. How can you meet the ancestors and ancestors in a hundred years?"

Zhu Qiyu glanced at Queen Wang, and said dissatisfied:

"The Prince Mu's Mansion was not yet granted by him. He can be granted a king of a different surname, but I can't. Mu Sheng was named a king because of conquering the world. Su Cheng led his troops to storm and conquer me so much. What's wrong with a little king of a different surname?"

As he said that, Zhu Qiyu glanced at Shu Liang who had opened his mouth wide:

"Wang Suqing said good things to you as a dog slave. You can't even say something flattering. I think Su Qing is a little confused."

Shu Liang's face was confused with capital letters. OK, why does this have something to do with me!

Empress Wang originally wanted to persuade her again, but she suddenly thought of what Zhu Qiyu said to her that day, because Su Cheng said you have a motherly deed in the world...

Su Cheng's weight in His Majesty's heart is getting heavier. It is probably impossible to slander Su Cheng again.

Queen Wang had a decisive plan in her heart, so she said with a smile:

"Although our Ming Dynasty is great, there are still places that cannot be ruled. If Duke Zhong can defeat these places like the grassland, it would be fine to reward a king of a different surname."

Zhu Qiyu felt a little relieved when he heard this, and he agreed with Queen Wang's words:
Chapter completed!