Chapter 81 Do you still dare to pretend to be sick?
Palace of Heavenly Purity.
Old Zhu sat on the dragon throne, looking at the Ministry of Rites repeatedly urging him to approve the funeral ceremonies for Prince Yiwen, and he hesitated again and again, being reluctant to pick up the pen to approve it.
But if he didn't approve it, he was afraid that it would delay the prince's funeral, which gave him a headache.
Erhu came in at this time, and Lao Zhu hurriedly asked with concern.
"Erhu, how is our eldest grandson's injury?"
"Reporting to the Emperor, according to the Imperial Hospital, the blood clots on His Highness have all fallen off, and the injury should be healed. But the young master has been complaining of back pain, headache, and buttock pain, and he feels dizzy when he stands up. The Imperial Doctors are a little puzzled..."
"this……"
A hint of hesitation flashed across Lao Zhu's face, and he spoke with some uncertainty.
"Tell me, could that Ni Sun be faking illness?"
Erhu smiled slyly when he heard that.
"Your Majesty, you have to go and take a look in person. Maybe once you arrive, His Highness' illness will be cured, hehehe..."
When Old Zhu heard this, he immediately understood that Erhu must have evidence that his grandson was faking illness, otherwise he would not have said this to us.
“Hehehe!”
"I told you, I didn't use any strength at all. It was just a few light lashes. How could I possibly hurt that rebellious grandson?"
"This rebellious grandson must have seen that he doesn't have to memorize books or write after he gets sick, so he's been reluctant to get well!"
"In that case, we have to give him a miracle treatment!"
"Someone come!"
"Bring us our whip!"
Old Zhu, with a whip on his waist, led a group of lackeys of the Jinyiwei and charged towards the Prince's Mansion with great momentum.
At this time, Zhu Yunhuan was unaware of the impending disaster. He was sitting on a recliner in the courtyard, peacefully enjoying the rare quiet time.
Although he was beaten badly this time, it was the most comfortable day he had in those days.
You can have three meals a day with the imperial cuisine, and the meal-ordering service is also available, so you can order whatever you want.
My old friends in the Imperial Hospital also took great care of me. Every day they would examine me, do a bone-loosening massage, and bring me a large bowl of candied pear or iced sour plum soup.
However, what made him happiest was that he no longer had to go to the main hall to memorize his lessons, and he no longer had to get up early to hand in his homework to the old man and listen to his scolding.
He eats and drinks every day, does some radio gymnastics occasionally, and then copies Doupo in his spare time, preparing himself to become the ancestor of fantasy in the Ming Dynasty.
Such a relaxed, comfortable and stress-free life couldn't be more perfect.
Just as he was about to fall asleep in the recliner, Sandezi suddenly ran over, panting.
"Your Highness, His Majesty is here!"
"ah?"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Yunhuan jumped up from his chair, ran quickly into the house to hide the draft, then checked the desk and bedside to make sure there was no problem, then lay down on the bed again.
In fact, he was able to jump around the next day. He pretended to be sick not only to skip school, but also to avoid the 20-mile journey.
When I was chatting with Sandezi that day, I heard that when his elder brother Zhu Xiongying died, all the officials walked to the funeral.
Now that my father has passed away, I may have to walk these twenty miles.
It's the hottest summer day now, and it's so hot that it can kill people even in the middle of the day. He doesn't want to suffer this.
Therefore, after hearing about this, he decided to pretend to be sick, at least until the funeral was over.
Now it was the last day, and he didn't want to fail.
As soon as Zhu Yunhuan lay down on the bed, he heard Sandezi shouting "Greetings, Your Majesty!" in the yard. He immediately hummed and acted as if he was about to die.
As soon as Old Zhu stepped into the yard, he heard Sandezi deliberately raising his voice by two decibels, and he knew that there must be something fishy going on between this master and servant.
But he did not expose it. He went straight to Zhu Yunhuan's bedside and watched how the rebellious grandson performed.
When Zhu Yunhuan saw that Old Zhu had a bad look on his face, he quickly pretended to be in great difficulty and struggled to get up from the bed.
"I, the minister of the Sun clan, pay my respects to your majesty!"
When Old Zhu heard this, he couldn't help but snort in his heart.
This bastard is so petty that we just beat him up, but he doesn't even want to call me Grandpa Emperor. Why is he pretending to be a "foreign minister" to us?
Since you are willing to act, I will act with you to your heart's content!
"My dear, you are injured, so you don't need to perform the ceremony!"
Originally, Zhu Yunhuan was just being polite, but when he saw that Old Zhu said it was not necessary, he lay down again without saying a word.
"I wonder what business your Majesty has with this humble chamber of yours?"
"oh!"
"I was so angry a few days ago that I didn't hit you too hard. I came here today to see how your injuries are."
Zhu Yunhuan snorted and muttered when he heard this.
"It's okay, I won't die for now!"
"oh?"
"Then let's take a look at your injuries, my dear."
When Zhu Yunhuan heard this, he panicked on the spot. There was no injury on his buttocks. He had been using "internal injuries" to fool those imperial doctors all this time.
Fortunately, there was a traitor, Doctor Hao, to help him, otherwise he would have been exposed long ago.
"Your Majesty, Sun Chen's external injuries are secondary. The main ones are internal injuries... internal injuries..."
When Old Zhu heard the guilty tone in the words of this rebellious grandson, he knew that this guy was pretending to be sick.
“Hehehe!”
"No matter if it's internal or external injuries, we have to take a look first!"
After saying this, Lao Zhu held Nisun down without saying a word and reached out to pull his pants.
However, to his surprise, it didn't move at all when he pulled it!
Zhu Yunhuan had been prepared for this and had tied his pants with a hemp rope in advance.
Old Zhu also guessed the general situation. He grabbed the thin string on Nisun's waistband and winked at Erhu. Erhu immediately pulled out a small knife. With a flash of cold light, the thin string broke with a "bang".
Zhu Yunhuan was getting some advice when he suddenly heard a "bang" and thought to himself, "Oh no!"
However, before he could react, he felt a chill on his butt and his entire pair of pants were torn off by an old man.
Old Zhu was secretly surprised when he saw his grandson's bare buttocks and thighs. He had heard that his grandson's body was different from that of an ordinary person, and he thought that the imperial doctors were just making it up.
Now seeing that this rebellious grandson didn't even have a scar on his butt, he was convinced that this grandson was indeed different from ordinary people!
If it were any other child, there would be a few scars on his buttocks by now, right?
“Oh my!”
"My dear little Zhu, your injury is so serious!"
Zhu Yunhuan thought he was dead, but when he suddenly heard what Old Zhu said, he quickly agreed.
"yes!"
"Didn't I just tell you that I'm seriously injured?"
"Even though the skin has grown back, the muscles and bones inside haven't grown back yet. It will take at least ten days to recover!"
When Old Zhu saw that his grandson started talking nonsense again, he chuckled.
"It shouldn't take that long, right?"
"We have a magical medicine here. I guarantee you'll be full of energy and vitality after taking it!"
Zhu Yunhuan curled his lips in disdain when he heard this.
"cut!"
"Even Imperial Doctor Hao can't help. What good medicine can you give me?"
Old Zhu pulled out a whip from his waist, and with a "snap" sound, he whipped the air, leaving a whip flower, then looked at Zhu Yunhuan with a smile.
"Little traitor, what do you think of this medicine?"
When Zhu Yunhuan saw this, his scalp went numb. This old man must have guessed that I was pretending to be sick!
"Someone come!"
"Hold this rebellious grandson down for us, and we will give him a good treatment!"
When Zhu Yunhuan heard this, he hurriedly got up from the bed, but when he was halfway up, he suddenly realized that he was still naked.
But just as he was hesitating, Lao Zhu's expression suddenly changed and he whipped him.
"Rebel Sun!"
"Why don't you get down here and greet us!"
"Grandpa Emperor, please calm down..."
Zhu Yunhuan no longer cared about whether he was wearing pants or not, and quickly jumped off the bed to salute Old Zhu.
But just as he bent down, he suddenly heard a gust of wind and saw Lao Zhu's whip coming towards him.
When Zhu Yunhuan saw this scene, he dared not stay in the house. He was so scared that he screamed and ran out.
Seeing this, Lao Zhu pretended to chase after him, threatening him as he went.
“Don’t run!”
"You dare to pretend to be sick in front of me? I'll break your legs!"
When Zhu Yunhuan heard this, he ran even faster, passed by the Jinyiwei guarding the gate, and ran straight out of the courtyard in one breath.
Fortunately, the hems of ancient people’s clothes were very long, so even if they didn’t wear pants, they would not be exposed, otherwise they would really be running naked.
As soon as Old Zhu chased out of the yard, he saw that Nisun had already run more than ten feet away, and the heavy stone in his heart finally fell.
"Hehe, now it seems that I won't have to carry it tomorrow!"
Erhu quickly agreed.
"More than that!"
"Look at the young master's physique, even walking twenty miles is not a problem!"
When Old Zhu heard this, his face immediately turned serious.
"That won't do. If he really walks twenty miles, the child will be exhausted!"
While the two were talking, Old Zhu saw that his grandson was about to run out of the Prince's Mansion, and immediately ordered people to bring him back.
Not long after, Zhu Yunhuan was captured by the Embroidered Uniform Guard and brought before Old Zhu.
Before Old Zhu could even open his mouth, the grandson was so scared that he immediately begged for mercy.
"Grandpa Emperor, please spare my life. If you hit me again, I will really have to accompany my father to death. Wow, wow, wow, wow..."
Old Zhu swung the whip hard at the ground, and when he saw that his grandson was frightened, he scolded him with a stern face.
"Don't you dare pretend to be sick again!"
"I won't dare to do that again, ever again!"
“Hehehe!”
"Now that you're well, let's make up for the lessons we missed a few days ago!"
"I'll give you two days. We'll check it out in person after two days!"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Yunhuan nodded hurriedly like a chick pecking at rice.
"Don't worry, I promise to complete the task without missing a single word!"
When Old Zhu heard his grandson say this, he snorted coldly and turned away. But as soon as he turned around, a smug smile appeared on the old man's face.
Zhu Yunhuan sent Old Zhu away and said unhappily to Sandezi who was standing beside him.
"How did this old man know that I was faking illness? Did you tell him?"
When Sandezi heard this, he immediately cried out in injustice.
"Your Highness, you have wronged me. If I hadn't been on guard for you, you would have been caught by His Majesty long ago!"
“That’s right…”
"Why are you still standing there? Can't you see I'm still naked? Hurry and get me some pants!"
"Hey, I'll go right away!"
After Zhu Yunhuan put on his new clothes, he lay over the table and worked hard on his homework.
I dare not not make up for it, that old man is really hard to fool!
If he had known that he couldn't avoid the homework, he would not have wasted so much time these days. It's better to write a little every day than to pile up thousands of words, right?
Just as Zhu Yunhuan was painfully making up his homework, Old Zhu, who had returned to the Qianqing Palace, made instructions on the ceremony without any hesitation. He crossed out the candidates previously prepared by the Ministry of Rites, and happily wrote down the name of a rebellious grandson.
"Erhu, send someone to the Ministry of Rites and ask them to prepare this overnight!"
"promise!"
