Chapter 111     Sickness

After all, dealing with scoundrels can only be more scoundrels than them.

"You..." Kong Ru almost raised his breath, but looking at the shameless Zhu Ye, Kong Ru refused to downgrade himself and cursed Zhu Ye.

I could only swallow my anger: "I don't have the same knowledge as you."

After saying that, Kong Ru threw his sleeves and left.

Kong Ru thought about it more and more angry, and he returned to the Imperial College, and his whole body was trembling with anger.

When have he been so humiliated since his birth?

I was actually scolded by a young man. Sure enough, a untreated person like business is just uneducated.

Kong Ru took a deep breath and secretly advised himself not to be as knowledgeable as a pariah and to be a disgraceful person.

While Kong Ru was doing psychological construction for himself, Liu Sanwu walked in with a smile on his hand.

Seeing Kong Ru's appearance, Liu Sanwu thought Kong Rusheng was sick.

"What's wrong with Mr. Kong?"

Liu Sanwu asked with a smile.

When Kong Ru saw Liu Sanwu, he seemed to have found a partner to talk to him, and pulled Liu Sanwu to cry like a bean.

"Tell me, when did I suffer such humiliation after this old bone?"

Confucius was so angry that he couldn't help but speak louder.

Liu Sanwu reached out and took out his ears. Because he was too close, Liu Sanwu's ears were so hurt by Kong Ru's voice.

While comforting Confucius, he felt sorry for the young man who provoked Confucius.

It’s really bad luck. When I met Confucius, if Confucius became serious, I would have to talk about it for several days.

However, Liu Sanwu obviously didn't want to make too many remarks on this matter.

Picking up the scroll in his hand, Liu Sanwu handed it to Kong Ru, who was still chattering: "Mr. Kong, look at this."

Kong Ru was interrupted by Liu Sanwu and glanced at the scroll in Liu Sanwu's hand, and was immediately attracted by the eyes.

I forgot to continue talking, Kong Ru's attention at this time was all on the scroll in Liu Sanwu's hand.

"Who wrote this?"

Kong Ru's hands were trembling with excitement, holding Liu Sanwu's scroll, and she burst into tears.

"This... was written by a young man named Zhu Ye. Why did the gentleman cry suddenly?"

Liu Sanwu looked at the excited Kong Ru, wondering how Kong Ru reacted so violently.

"Good poetry, good poetry, there are successors, and there are successors."

"I feel ashamed of this kind of literary talent.

Those who can make such poems will definitely do a great job.”

"You must recommend me to me so that I can see the author's style."

Kong Ru admired the poems in his hand and couldn't put them down.

"If you have the chance, I will recommend it to Mr. Kong."

Liu Sanwu agreed to Confucius and remembered Zhu Ye who was energetic and wrote poems.

"If everyone has this talent, the future of the Ming Dynasty is just around the corner."

Kong Ru changed his unhappiness just now and smiled expectantly.

Little did I know that the person I highly praised for wanting to make friends with was the same person who made me unhappy.

Zhu Ye, who had left Kong Ru, saw that it was getting darker and knew that his affairs would probably not be able to be done today, so he would wait for a few days before he could talk about it.

When he turned around and returned home, Zhu Ye was hungry and thirsty. He poured a cup of tea and then got a stomachache.

After Ma Sanbao made some food, Zhu Ye started eating it voraciously.

Because he didn't eat for a day, Zhu Ye ate two more bowls of this meal.

After eating and drinking, Zhu Ye checked his herbal stock again, and then he went into the house to sleep with satisfaction.

But early the next morning, Zhu Ye was so dizzy that he couldn't get up.

Although winter has passed and spring has entered, the temperature of late spring cannot be ignored.

Thinking that he might have worn less yesterday, Zhu Ye thought that he had caught a cold due to a cold.

Ma Sanbao came to find a doctor, and it turned out to be like Zhu Ye thought, which was caused by wind and cold.

The doctor left the prescription, explained how to cook Ma Sanbao and left.

Zhu Ye continued to be confused, awake and drowsy, and felt that he had been given medicine several times by Ma Sanbao. Not only did he not get better, he became more powerful.

Not only was there a high fever, Zhu Ye even started vomiting and diarrhea.

After no water in one day, Zhu Ye felt that he was almost burned to a person and fucked.

When he woke up in a daze, Zhu Ye seemed to hear his grandfather's voice.

"The epidemic in the north of the city is serious?

Many people are infected and killed?

How could it be so powerful suddenly?”

"The same symptom for our grandson?

Will it be infected with the plague?”

Zhu Yuanzhang talked to Jiang Yan, but found that Zhu Ye had woken up.

"Grandson, are you okay?"

Zhu Yuanzhang quickly stepped forward and supported Zhu Ye who was about to get up.

Zhu Ye opened his mouth, but the scorching pain in his throat made him unable to make a sound.

Zhu Yuanzhang quickly called the imperial physician over. At this time, Ma Sanbao handed over a glass of water, which relieved Zhu Ye's agitatedness.

"grandfather."

Zhu Ye's voice was a little hoarse.

"Lying down quickly and not moving, doctor."

Zhu Yuanzhang gave up his position to the imperial physician.

After some diagnosis, the imperial physician still felt that it was caused by the cold.

But after drinking the medicine for several days, Zhu Ye didn't get any better. Although it was a bit strange, the imperial doctor did not dare to say it clearly to be on the safe side.

I had to change the pharmacy and let Ma Sanbao get medicine again.

Zhu Ye calmed down and sat up, and his consciousness gradually became clear.

"You said you are running around without any trouble. Now you are infected with the plague. If you have something to do, what should we do?"

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Ye with red eyes and a heartache on his face.

"Plague..." Zhu Ye suddenly remembered some things in his mind as he heard these two words.

It seems that at this time, Daming has experienced a plague.

The plague came very quickly and lasted for a long time, although I don’t know why.

But Zhu Ye remembers it recorded in history.

The plague symptoms are like wind and cold, because no one cares about it when everyone is in the late spring cold season.

As a result, the virus spread on a large scale, and many people lost their lives because of this plague.

Later, it was because Zhu Yuanzhang asked someone to find a large amount of Jin Jicao that prevented the spread of the plague.

Jin Jicao.

Zhu Ye's eyes lit up: "Ma Sanbao, go and cook Jin Jicao quickly."

Although Ma Sanbao didn't know why Zhu Ye asked him to cook Jinjicao, the prescription prescribed by the doctor clearly did not contain this herb.

But since Zhu Ye gave the order, Ma Sanbao did not dare to delay it.

"Use river water, not well water."
Chapter completed!