"Military Affairs Office?"

In the Duke of England, Zhang Weixian first responded to the imperial edict and then put down his wine glass. His drunken look disappeared, and instead he had a deep face:

Zhang Weixian, who was just seventeen years old this year, walked into the main hall and said in confusion: "What is this? I want my father to go to the Qing Palace every day."

"Your Majesty's intention is to seize power..." As he said that, Zhang Weixian was filled with a glass of wine and drank it all in one go, his face still sober, and he said:

"At the time when His Majesty had just succeeded to the throne, I asked me to recruit new troops from the Beijing camp and the guards and train the Yongwei camp. Later, I said that I would add the value ministers to the Xihunting Pavilion, which made me feel strange."

"It seems that this is what His Majesty has planned long ago."

Seeing that his father looked solemn, Zhang Weixian was a little scared and said:

"Then... Father goes to talk to His Majesty and find a reason, so don't go!"

"Don't go?" Zhang Weixian turned his head to look at him, sneered, and sighed:

"The more I don't want to interfere with political affairs, the more Your Majesty wants to push me into the fire pit. You think I am Yuan Chonghuan, find a reason to be unacceptable to the orders of the king outside. Your Majesty's sage will not listen if you don't listen."

"What's more, what's the reason to avoid it for a lifetime!"

After saying that, Zhang Weixian shook his head, as if he was a little disappointed with Zhang Shize, and said unhappy:

"You, you still have no thoughts on doing things. Our British Duke's family is not just talking about things."

The latter was panicked and said:

"Father's teachings, kids remember!"

As the words came to the ground, a brief tranquility fell into the main hall.

Zhang Weixian expected that the move by Emperor Tianqi to set up the Military Affairs Office was a big chess. He was cautious for most of his life just to not want the British Duke to fall in the political struggle.

After all, he didn't believe in Zhang Shize very much.

It's okay that he was forced into the Military Affairs Office, but a hundred years later, Zhang Shize was promoted to the title. This kid didn't have that high awareness and was afraid he would be taken into the ditch.

After a while, Zhang Weixian finally reacted.

He lowered his head and looked at his legs, thinking about something, but in a moment, he suddenly stood up, picked up the sword hanging on the wall, and left the mansion directly.

......

"What did you say?" Zhu Youxiao was stunned when he heard this, frowned and confirmed again:

"Is this true?"

"Master, it's absolutely true!" Wang Chaofu seemed to understand something and said tremblingly:

"The British Duke rode a horse to patrol the camp last night. Suddenly, his mount was shocked and he fell off his horse."

"Broken?"

"It is said to be broken..."

Faced with Emperor Tianqi's aggressive questioning, even Wang Chaofu dared to speak too much. He became cowardly for a moment and his attitude became ambiguous.

"That's it's not sure what's going on, or it's still not."

Zhu Youxiao muttered to himself, pondered for a moment, stood up with his hands behind his back, looked out the window along the morning light that penetrated into the eaves, and said:

"A while ago, didn't I ask Wei Zhongxian and Xu Xianchun to replace the imperial physicians in the Imperial Hospital with another batch? Let's tell Wei Zhongxian and ask him to choose an imperial physician and go to the Duke of England's mansion to take a look."

Wang Chaofu wiped his sweat and turned around and left Xihunting Pavilion.

In less than an hour, Wei Zhongxian took the imperial physician to the mansion of British Duke Zhang Weixian.

Seeing the imperial physician telling and asking questions for Zhang Weixian, Wei Zhongxian's long donkey face moved and said with a smile:

"I was very hurt..."

Zhang Shize stood aside, not daring to say too much, for fear of making mistakes, and smiled: "Yes, yes..."

Hearing this, Wei Zhongxian looked at him, smiled schemingly, but didn't say much.

"How is it? Doctor Zheng."

"Return to the factory, the British Duke this time-"

When Doctor Zheng said this, he lowered his eyebrows and glanced at Wei Zhongxian with his eyes, and found that his expression was as normal. He thought to himself and said:

"The injury is really serious."

"Let me see..."

Wei Zhongxian said, and then went forward to observe carefully. At this moment, Zhang Weixian, who was lying on the couch, moaned. He heard the sound, it was extremely painful.

Zhang Weixian moaned, pulling the quilt with one hand, as if he wanted to cover himself, but because he was unable to support his strength, he took off his quilt and fell back to the ground.

Wei Zhongxian took a few steps back, and said in surprise:

"Blood! Where does this blood come from? Whose blood is this?!"

When Zhang Shixian and Doctor Zheng heard this, they found that Zhang Weixian was wet and scarlet.

He was also curious in his heart, could it be that his father was so old that he deliberately acted as a bedwetting act?

Doctor Zheng took the opportunity to go up, put his palm on the couch, blinked his eyes, and took Wei Zhongxian's instructions, then suddenly pulled out his hand, screamed, and knelt on the ground:

"The British Duke not only broke his leg, but also had kidney disease. He could not walk more often, and needed to be meditation and recuperate..."

"Since that's the case, I will return to the palace to report to the emperor."

Wei Zhongxian focused on strengthening the tone with the word "Sage". Finally, he looked at Zhang Weixian who was lying on the couch and moaned, as if he was about to die in the next moment.

He sneered and left the British Duke's mansion.

......

"I'm so poor, I can't fall if I fall?"

Zhu Youxiao had seen the prescription prescribed by the imperial physician, and his face was full of suspicion, but he really didn't believe it in his heart.

Judging from his performance when he asked Zhang Weixian to recruit the new army last time, this kid doesn't seem to have such a deep-settered person.

The West Nuan Pavilion was silent like a dead person, and Emperor Tianqi hid in the afternoon sunlight in the shadow of the pavilion, unable to see his expression clearly.

The cold sweat had penetrated the collar of the Taishu Zheng's clothes and entered his eyes. He was so astringent that he blinked repeatedly, but he didn't dare to reach out to wipe it.

Wei Nuonuo explained:

"The Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic" describes that people with kidney disease have large abdomen and swollen tibia, cough and asthma, and severe body."

"The waterway invades the spleen and stomach and causes swelling, and the muscles externally affects the swelling, and vomiting when it reaches the middle burner, and then it becomes asthma when it reaches the upper burner. If it does not flow for several days, it will be embarrassed, and it will inevitably lead to danger."

"I am taking the pulse of the British public today. If the kidney disease is not early—"

"Okay, keep these words to others."

Emperor Tianqi interrupted him directly. When he heard this, Doctor Zheng suddenly turned pale and almost fell backwards.

Wei Zhongxian stood aside without mentioning a single word.

"Since the British Duke is so ill, it is difficult for him to ask him to enter the military computer room again. However, a military computer must always have a military minister in charge."

Zhu Youxiao turned around and walked back to the imperial throne step by step, saying:

"Let me do this, I have a choice in my heart. Zhang Shize, the son of Zhang Weixian, is young and promising, so I asked him to be on duty on behalf of my father."

Speaking of this, Zhu Youxiao looked at Wei Zhongxian and smiled in a hint:

"What do you think about Chenchen?"

"Well…"

After hearing this, Wei Zhongxian immediately felt that he was a little smart but was mistaken for his intelligence. He had a rope tied around his neck by Emperor Tianqi, and he could be tightened little by little at any time.

The looseness and tightness are based on the wishes of the Apocalypse Emperor.

Wei Zhongxian had a dismal face. He looked forward and looked back for a while before he made up his mind and said:

"What I said is that the British Duke is seriously ill, and this is also a diagnosis by the imperial physician. You should not go to the military computer room to train again."

"Since that is the case, Zhang Weixian has a strong prestige among the sons of the ministers. It is reasonable to ask him to come on duty on behalf of his father."

"Since the factory ministers have said that, then let's call the Sili Superintendent to draft an order?"

The Imperial Registration was drafted, which means that the imperial edict still needs to pass through the cabinet. When the news came out, all the officials breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that this Military Affairs Office is really for handling major military affairs?

However, British Duke Zhang Weixian was at home with a confused look on his face. He always felt that Emperor Aoki had a trick to play hard to get.

He asked that kid to be on duty on behalf of him, and he would not be cheated?!

Suddenly, Zhang Weixian thought about it again and again, and in fact, this is a good thing.

Zhang Shize first learned from those veteran drivers in the Military Affairs Office. Maybe he could learn some of the essence. He was by the emperor all day long and was calling around, which also helped the reputation of the British Duke.

Even if he really makes a fuss, he can still take care of his father before he dies.
Chapter completed!