C174 Night Lone Temple(2)

As Ji Cheng had said, Zhang Zhen had been following Emperor Wen since he was the Crown Prince. After Emperor Wen ascended the throne, he became the commander of the city army and protected the safety of the imperial city. Zhang Zhen had been guarding the Imperial Court for more than ten years. His loyalty could be seen through the heavens. On that day, he had fought to the last breath of his life to protect the imperial carriage. It was as if the Emperor of the Great Zhou was really inside, and the Master that he had served for his entire life was inside.

The great army had not even advanced for a moment when they saw the temple. The abbot had heard that the emperor had come. He hurriedly led a few monks out to welcome them. Everyone protected Emperor Wen and his son as they entered the temple. At this moment, they were both exhausted. The Emperor did not care about his dignity anymore and simply ordered the abbot to lead them into the meditation room before falling down.

Fu Zhizhi flipped through the bag and found a piece of clothing to pass to the Crown Prince. "Your Highness, please change into wet clothes." Zhou Wen was tall, but he did not have any clothes to change into. "Your Majesty, I can't care about that now. I'll go to the temple to borrow some clothes from the master. Can you change first? "

Zhou Wen nodded with narrowed eyes. He didn't even have the strength to speak.

Zhu Hua was a person of the Pugilistic World and was used to carrying luggage with him. When he saw that Steward Liu's wet skin had turned purple, "You can change too. His Majesty is completely under your care. Don't get sick." He turned his head and went out to ask if there were any food in the temple.

Coincidentally, Fu Ting came to ask for clothes. The abbot first took his kasaya and asked the young monk to send it to him. Then he said to Zhu Hua of Fu Ting, "Our temple's incense offerings have never been very good. There are so many soldiers. It's really not enough for a meal of vegetarian food. " He joined his hands together and gave a Buddhist proclamation. "There's a small county two miles to the north. It's still prosperous there. However, it was occupied by the Great Zheng Army a few days ago... "

Fu Ting's voice interrupted and gave Zhu Hua a look. The two of them entered the meditation room assigned to Fu Ting and closed the door. Er Dong and Chang De, who had picked up their lives, naturally stood guard outside. Just like that, Chang De became a dog by the side of the Talisman Pavilion, an extremely loyal dog.

Later on, when the righteous country was established, Ji Cheng ascended the throne and became the Emperor, but he actually did not enter the palace. He stayed in the Fu Family to listen to orders no matter what. Chang De himself said, In this world, this servant only recognizes Lord Fu. This servant deeply believes that one day, he will grow old. Lord Fu will take care of this servant's old age. Just as he said, he later understood the Emperor's thoughts towards his own master. Sometimes, the Emperor's father, Chang De, would not even give face to him.

Chang De knew what the people behind him were talking about. If he knew, he would be happy instead of angry. Once, when Fu Ting had nothing better to do, he asked with contempt, "Only by being a dog servant by the lord's side can you feel at ease. In this world, people who are cruel and heartless are not as good as dogs." This sentence made Fu Ting roll his eyes, but he felt very comfortable in his heart.

"Big Brother Zhu, are you willing to make this trip on behalf of Ting Zhi?" After entering the house, Fu Zhizhi cupped his hands and said, "Brother Zhu is open-minded in his heart. The county's Grand Marshal has already prepared the army's rations. He only wants to use silver to buy it. " As he spoke, he took out silver notes from his bag. "Fortunately, silver is sufficient."

"It will be fine when we arrive in Dali." Zhu Hua took the banknotes and said, "It is rich there. It is enough to support the father and son." Zhu Hua returned late into the night, apart from bringing back food. Although it wasn't very well adjusted, it was still better than wearing a kasaya.

Letting the Emperor wear the costume did not require the work of the Fu Ting Pavilion. After running around, she was extremely tired. Zhu Hua fell asleep as soon as he left. When the food arrived, he didn't get up to eat. It was hard for that Steward Liu to take the costume with tears flowing down his face. He didn't know what to say, but he really coaxed the Emperor to wear it.

The next day, the army set off again. They hurried all the way to the town that was deliberately occupied by the Great Zheng. The journey was especially difficult. The unexpected Emperor, Crown Prince, and Fu Ting did not fall ill until they arrived in Dali half a month later. After being brought into the city by Dali officials, Emperor Zhou was the first to fall ill. Following that was the Crown Prince, and then Fu Ting started to heat up. He made the entire Court of Judicial Review busy.

Although Emperor Zhou Wen was lazy, he was not a good person. He had been a good emperor for many years. This illness was not a major illness. However, he had suffered from repeated shocks along the way. Now that he was in Dali, he had temporarily settled down. However, he would be able to walk after a few days of rest. He was in a hurry to visit the person who had the most serious illness, the head of the Talisman Pavilion.

Fu Ting was the one who was truly ill. His lungs, which had been shot, could not catch a cold. That day, it was raining heavily and he could not rest well. He had been rushing all the way to Dali and coughed up blood that day. Unfortunately, the physicians were arranged to be at the rear of the army, and they were captured by Ji Cheng at the same time. Now, the doctors in Dali were discussing how to prepare the medicine and did not see much improvement.

Fu Ting supported his sick body and leaned on Zhu Hua. "Your majesty, I'm afraid this official can't do it anymore. This official..."

"The minister will be fine." Emperor Zhou Wen was more panicked than anyone else. The only person he could rely on now was Fu Si. All the ministers were captured in the middle. "I can't not have a dear minister. I'll let you get better."

He tugged at his lips and smiled. Fu Ting slowly said, "Then, this lowly subject will work hard to get better?"

"Sir, please hold on." Zhu Hua felt that the person leaning on him did not have any weight at all. There was really only a bone left. "This subordinate has already ordered people to fly down to the river to invite Uncle Zhong Yi. Sir must hold on."