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Chapter Eleven: A Long Talk (2)

Yuan Chonghuan hurriedly left the seat and wanted to kneel down and salute Zhu Yinglong, so he asked Zhu Yinglong to stop him and said, "Yuan Aiqing is sick, I promise you to be exempted from some politeness." Then he smiled at Lu Huanzhang, the envoy of the Imperial Hospital kneeling on the ground, and said, "Lu Aiqing has worked hard all the way, get up quickly!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Lu Huanzhang stood up and said.

"I just heard my two beloved friends discussing what kind of treats I have. I always treat others to guests in my life. It is difficult to have the opportunity to have a meal for others. I wonder what the two beloved friends are like?" Zhu Yinglong sat down with a smile and said to the two ministers.

Lu Huanzhang and Yuan Chonghuan, you look at me, and I look at you, with a very embarrassed expression, and I don’t know how to speak.

Zhu Yinglong was funny in his eyes. None of these ministers were respectful or serious when they saw him. He had been tired of watching it. After finally making a joke with them, he was at a loss. Yanhong, who was following behind, almost couldn't help laughing, but she didn't dare to laugh, so she turned around quietly and covered her mouth and secretly covered her face.

"Oh, I forgot that the two beloved ministers have not decided the winner yet, and I don't know who treats you. Look, are you too anxious? " Zhu Yinglong stood up and pulled Lu Huanzhang back to his seat and said, "Come on, come on, come on, come on, who lost the treat, right?"

Lu Huanzhang sat down again in a restrained manner opposite Yuan Chonghuan, with a smile on his face and a heart full of ups and downs. I wonder what the emperor intended?

"Emperor, I am losing to Lord Yuan." Lu Huanzhang looked at the chessboard under Zhu Yinglong's constant urging. After looking at this, he was secretly complaining. It must be that he had just seen the emperor and was nervous. He just fell on the grid that was beneficial to Yuan Chonghuan. He weighed the matter for a moment, and quickly stood up and admitted defeat.

Zhu Yinglong didn't understand Go at all. He thought Lu Huanzhang was deliberately giving in, so he hurriedly signaled to Yanhong behind him and asked her to come and take a look. Yanhong came over and glanced at the chessboard and nodded secretly at Zhu Yinglong. He realized that he didn't say that on purpose, and at the same time he also exposed the secret of the emperor's lack of chess skills. It really surprised Lu Huanzhang and Yuan Chonghuan's eyes. It turned out that the emperor was not good at chess skills.

"Yuan Aiqing, I heard you just now, it seems that you have lost to Aiqing Lu several times?" Zhu Yinglong asked Yuan Chonghuan.

"My ministers are not good at chess skills. Master Lu is not only superb in medical skills, but also far above me?" Yuan Chonghuan said the truth, without exaggeration at all. Lu Huanzhang was naturally superb in medical skills. There was a saying in the Ming Dynasty that "Southern Zheng Bei Lu" was talking about Zheng Baoyu in Nanjing City, and "Bei Lu" was the envoy of the Lu Hospital of the Imperial Hospital.

"Oh, I have forgotten something. The two universities opened by the imperial court are still missing the medical field. I wonder if Lu Aiqing can share my worries?" Zhu Yinglongchen's opportunity also brought famous doctors like Lu Huanzhang into college to teach and cultivate more talents for the country. Zhu Yinglong is planning to open a public hospital in the capital, which requires the training of a large number of talents in the early stage. Although there are many imperial doctors in the Imperial Hospital, it is far from enough in his plan.

"Emperor, this?" Lu Huanzhang was a little hesitant. He could not have expected the emperor to suddenly make such a request to him. Let's agree. Medical skills are passed down from ancestors, and the rules cannot be passed on to people of other surnames, but don't you agree? The emperor said, and he still begged tone. It was not an imperial edict but the imperial edict was still heavy.

"Do you have any concerns in your heart? If you have any difficulties, you can tell me?" Zhu Yinglong vaguely guessed some of his mental activities.

"Your Majesty, the medical skills of Weichen are passed down from the ancestors. It has been seventeen generations since Weichen's generation. The ancestral rules are not passed down from people of other surnames. The emperor's request made Weichen very embarrassed." A layer of sweat appeared on Lu Huanzhang's forehead, and he was obviously very nervous.

"Your Majesty, I have something to say." Yuan Chonghuan stood up and said at this time.

"explain."

"Your Majesty, Lord Lu has excellent medical skills. It would be great if he could cultivate more disciples with excellent medical skills, but the ancestral rules restrict him. Please do not make things difficult for Lord Lu." Yuan Chonghuan begged. After getting along for a few days, the two of them got along, and it was very common for them to stand up and say something for their friends.

This is the most unscrupulous idea of ​​"giving one's own broom and looking at the sky in a well". If this ideological shackle is not broken, open up the mind and promoting social progress may be just an empty talk. If you cannot open up the ideas that Lu Huanzhang said today, how can you convince others? You must set an example, make up your mind and signal Yuan Chonghuan to sit down and ask Lu Huanzhang calmly: "Lu Aiqing, you have been in the Imperial Hospital over the years. I believe you have also read a lot of the royal medical classics in it?"

"Report to the emperor, yes." Lu Huanzhang replied without thinking.

"How much did Lu Aiqing learn from it?" Zhu Yinglong took the tea handed over by Yanhong and blew the floating leaves on it, and asked.

"I benefited a lot!" Lu Huanzhang stood up and said with his head down.

"Is that true?" Zhu Yinglong said slowly, suddenly placed the teacup heavily on the stone table, shouting sternly at Lu Huanzhang: "Lu Huanzhang, do you know your guilt?"

Lu Huanzhang didn't expect that the emperor would turn against him and knelt down in fear and said, "I don't know what crime I have committed, so please make it clear!"

Yuan Chonghuan was about to plead, but Zhu Yinglong waved his hand and went back. He stood up and pointed at Lu Huanzhang and asked in a deep voice: "As the Imperial Hospital, do you know why the imperial court collected such medical books for you Imperial Medicine for research?"

"Reporting to the emperor, the imperial court collected medical books, because it was because it was afraid that these precious books would be lost, so it protected them. Secondly, in order to develop better medical skills to cure diseases and save people, it would be passed on to future generations; thirdly..." Lu Huanzhang stood up and said as if he was doing housekeeping.

After listening to him quietly, Zhu Yinglong asked, "Since you all know, how much of your medical skills come from the ancestors, and how many of them come from the Imperial Hospital of the court?"

Lu Huanzhang was immediately stopped and stunned, standing there on the spot, not knowing how to reply.

Zhu Yinglong had already expected what he would look like, and then said, "I'm afraid you don't even know it yourself? Doctors regard saving lives and helping the wounded, but some people like to cherish themselves. If you have bad intentions, you can save so many patients in the world. Can one save so many people? No matter how high your medical skills are, how many can you cure a day? How many can you cure a year? Why do so seniors write books and publish books in the world and achieve such a great reputation? Why? Because they pretend to be the people in the world, he wrote the medical skills he learned throughout his life into books, just to let more people learn to cure diseases. This is the real greatness of a doctor. Lu Huanzhang, if you have such narrow thinking and hold your ancestral rules, I think you are not worthy of being the envoy of the Imperial Hospital because you are not worthy!"

"Your Majesty, I'm wrong, I'm wrong!" Lu Huanzhang burst into tears after hearing Zhu Yinglong's scolding, and knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, "I'm willing to go to university to teach and teach carefully what I have learned throughout my life to those who are willing to learn medical skills."

"That's right, this is my Aiqing Lu!" Zhu Yinglong showed a gratified smile on his face, and helped Lu Huanzhang up from the ground and said.

Yuan Chonghuan stood aside and felt a lot of emotion. Unexpectedly, the current emperor could actually wake up from a sudden revelation of a person on the spot. He couldn't help but have a higher evaluation of Zhu Yinglong in his heart. If he had regarded Zhu Yinglong as a wise king in his heart, he should now slowly approach the wise king. Can a king who is worried about the people of the world still be regarded as the word "wise"?

Zhu Yinglong looked up at the sun. It was almost noon. He was hungry in his stomach. Then he pointed at Lu Huanzhang and said with a smile: "Lu Aiqing, you admitted just now. You lost to Yuan Aiqing. I also said that you would beat you. Anyway, I am hungry now, so why not just do this? How about our monarch and ministers drinking a few drinks on the pavilion in the middle of the lake?"

"The emperor's proposal is very good. Lord Lu, what do you mean?" Yuan Chonghuan said hurriedly.

Lu Huanzhang was already impressed by Zhu Yinglong, so he naturally had no objection and hurriedly stepped down and prepared to go. Yanhong also said that she would go to help. Only Zhu Yinglong, Yuan Chonghuan and Zhou Huaian were left in the Huxin Pavilion, and the two maids who served were also bowed and left.

"Yuan Aiqing, I am actually visiting you today. I don't know how your condition is?" Zhu Yinglong sat down and said to Yuan Chonghuan.

"Thank you for your concern. Weichen's illness is occasionally infected with cold. After Lord Lu's diagnosis, he had improved a lot after taking a few doses of medicine." Yuan Chonghuan said thankfully.

"I know, my dear, I have some responsibility for this illness." Zhu Yinglong grabbed a black man and played with it in his hand.

"Your Majesty must not say that. It's all my stupidity and I can't understand the emperor's deep meaning." Yuan Chonghuan could not hear the meaning of the words and hurriedly said.

"I am very happy that I can understand me, but this is wrong. I will never shirk responsibility." Zhu Yinglong threw away the dark man in his hand, stood up, and stood in the wind.

"The emperor is strict with himself, and I am very impressed. But this disease has nothing to do with the emperor." Yuan Chonghuan's white hair on his temples trembled in the breeze, and he was obviously very excited.

"I have issued an order to appoint your mother as a first-rank maid, and your wife is also a second-rank maid." Zhu Yinglong turned slowly and said.

"I thank the emperor for his kindness for the great kindness of heaven and earth!" Yuan Chonghuan was moved and knelt down and thanked him.

"Yuan Aiqing, please calm down quickly, your body has not recovered yet." Yuan Chonghuan hurriedly signaled Zhou Huaian to help the person up.

"Yuan Aiqing, it is more than enough to be a Hou for your contribution, but I don't want to be a Hou for you. Do you know why?" Zhu Yinglong looked straight at Yuan Chonghuan's excited eyes and said.

"The nickname is stupid, but the nickname is unaware of it."

"Because you have made contributions to defending the city, but you should do this. If you want me to be a marquis, you will think about how to take back the land of the Later Jin Dynasty into my Ming Dynasty. Then, let alone a Hou, I will not be stingy even if I give you a Duke!" Zhu Yinglong said with a firm look in his eyes.
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