Another World Da Ming: I use a hundred lives to become holy

On the official road back to the capital.

Zhao Zheng's carriage team.

When he was only about a hundred miles away from the capital, he naturally received the imperial decree from Emperor Zhu Chongba.

"Master Zhao, Master Zhao!"

"You have become a duke now! Your Majesty has announced it to the world!"

Tu Jie ran into the carriage immediately, wanting to inform Zhao Zheng of the good news.

But unfortunately, Zhao Zheng couldn't be happy.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Blocking the pain for a long time is not a good thing.

Because his consciousness can't feel it, but this body is still suffering the punishment it deserves.

"Master Tu, it's just right, please, give me a ginseng slice!"

"Also, send someone to Chengyihou's Mansion and tell Mr. Liu to come and see me, come... come and see me!"

Zhao Zheng didn't dare to leave his body for half a moment now, because he was afraid that if his consciousness jumped, he would never come back.

Seeing that Zhao Zheng was struggling to speak, Tu Jie's expression became tense in an instant. He quickly took out the ginseng slices from his bosom, took out one piece, and stuffed it under Zhao Zheng's tongue.

"Master Zhao, no, Mr. Zhao, there is...the last piece left, you must hold on!"

"Your Majesty, send someone to notify Liu Gong!"

"Slow...slow! Let the prince...His Royal Highness also inform you."

"It seems that Zhao can't go to the East Palace to teach."

This time, Zhao Zheng really wanted to return to the capital alive.

If I knew it earlier, I should have cut off my limbs.

"......Yes!"

"I'm going to inform you now! Mr. Zhao, wait a moment!"

Tu Jie also panicked when he heard Zhao Zheng's tone of explaining the funeral.

"Persevere, Mr. Zhao! By the way, people! The people are all with us!"

"Maybe they also have ginseng in their hands, I'll go find it now!"

boom!

Tu Jie turned around and jumped out of the carriage.

"Grandpa Zhao, wait until the next official finds ginseng!"

"Ahem! No...no need!"

But Tu Jie didn't hear Zhao Zheng's last utterance.

"Ugh!"

So he could only sigh helplessly.

I have persisted along the road for several months, and this body is already auspicious and has its own appearance.

I have all the permissions of the puppet, so I don't know what's going on.

The extremities are necrotic and pus, and the germs have infected the heart and lungs along the bad blood.

Even the gods are hard to save.

Ginseng is almost useless.

Because Zhao Zheng felt the piece of ginseng in his mouth, although refreshing, but his body reported that he had not received any energy supply.

......

"Fellow folks! Whose family has ginseng, it's older!"

"Do you have one at home, ma'am!"

Outside the carriage, Tu Jie was arresting the common people one by one and asking them.

"My lord, how can the old woman's family afford ginseng? My lord, what do you want ginseng for?"

The aunt shook her head and looked at Tu Jie suspiciously.

"Zhao..."

Tu Jie just wanted to tell the reason directly, but was pulled aside by Dexing Jinyiwei.

"Master Zhao has an order that you can't tell the people about your illness, and you can't take things from the people!"

"But!"

Tu Jie anxiously pointed at the carriage.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Zhao Zheng in the carriage coughed more violently and frequently.

"Let's figure out a way!"

"Anyway, Mr. Tu, you can't ask the common people!"

"Master Zhao will never use things from ordinary people!"

This virtuous Jinyiwei finally understood the urgency of the matter.

But his choice is still not to ask the people.

Instead, he turned around and took a few colleagues with him, mounted fast horses, and rushed in different directions.

"General!"

Tu Jie stood where he was, wanting that Jin Yiwei to think again.

But that Jin Yiwei has gone far.

"Oh, what's the matter?"

"Master Zhao, you must persist until that moment!"

He could only take out the last ginseng slice left in his arms, and lost his mind.

But he didn't pay attention.

The aunt hadn't gone far before, she was still a foot away from him.

"Cough cough!"

The continuous violent coughing sound from the carriage compartment was revealed from time to time in the gap between the hooves of the horses.

So ma’am, I heard you.

In addition, women are more careful and often have a unique sensitivity to bad things.

The aunt subconsciously began to recall the reason Jin Yiwei said when she first found her village.

......

"Fellow folks! Master Zhao of the Holy Mansion is ill and urgently needs to return to Beijing for treatment. It is raining heavily and the carriage is difficult to move!"

"At the end of the day, I beg all the folks to lend a helping hand and help Mr. Zhao escape the storm!"

......

"It's broken! It must have been delayed for a long time, Mr. Zhao can't bear it anymore!"

"Otherwise, why would these officials and generals be in a hurry to find Old Shen everywhere!"

The aunt thought about it.

Without realizing it, the pace naturally slowed down.

Fortunately, she also thought of the correct answer.

"Old woman, what are you doing?"

"Hurry up and catch up with the convoy. There is Lord Zhao of the Holy Mansion in the carriage. It is our honor to escort him back to Beijing!"

"It's nothing to be a little bit tired, anyway, there is still a boss guarding the ground at home!"

The uncle of the aunt's family has bad legs and feet, but he is struggling to keep up with the convoy with a cane.

So when I saw my aunt, I said it straight away.

"Oh, not this one."

"Why don't you understand anything, Mr. Zhao may, but woo woo..."

The aunt looked around and saw that Dexing Jinyiwei was coming soon, so she quickly stopped her tears.

The uncle saw that it must be serious business, so he hurriedly dragged his aunt to the end of the line.

"What's wrong with Mr. Zhao, tell me."

The uncle came out in a hurry when he was at the edge of the line.

Then the aunt touched her tears and told what happened just now and her own guess.

"Boy, Mr. Zhao may not be ill."

"Just now an adult hurried down from the carriage, and everyone who caught him asked if there was any old ginseng."

"Then he was dragged away by Mr. Zhao's personal general."

"But I can see very clearly that the adult is staring at the last slice of ginseng in the cloth bag in his hand in a daze, and he also heard a very violent coughing sound in the carriage."

"Oh my god, Mr. Zhao didn't say it directly. There are so many of us, there is always an old ginseng in one of our families."

After listening to the aunt's question, the uncle realized that something was wrong, and tears hung from the corners of his eyes.

"Don't cry together, son of a bitch, think of a way! How about we help Mr. Zhao and ask the folks!"

The aunt got anxious again.

"Ask! Of course you have to ask, but we must ask secretly!"

"Master Zhao wants to hide it from us folks, because he definitely doesn't want to accept our gift."

"But when we were hit by floods and plagues in the Central Plains, it was the adults of the Zhao family who saved us!"

"That's it! Let's find the neighbors first! Mobilize them to ask other folks to see who has it!"

"In the end, I will leave it to the old man. I have bad legs and feet. When the time comes, I will say that I lost my leg looking for ginseng, and I picked up another one by the side of the road!"

"Master Zhao will definitely accept it!"

After the uncle wiped away his tears, he also considered a lot, even considering Zhao Zheng's face.

After hearing this, the aunt felt that it was indeed appropriate, so she nodded and turned around immediately.

then.

Guarding the accompanying people to avoid accidents, the virtuous brocade guards felt that the people suddenly became a little strange.

Why did these people start talking in their ears one by one?

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

It was precisely because of this that the team slowly became quiet.

The coughing sound from inside the carriage seemed so ear-piercing.

The common people became more careful in their 'whispering' movements.

......

"Oh, what should I do?"

On the carriage, Tu Jie guarded Zhao Zheng, and put the last ginseng slice under Zhao Zheng's tongue.

Sitting next to the groom, he had a hard time.

From time to time, he would jump out of the carriage and look into the distance to see if Jin Yiwei, who had gone out to search for ginseng, had returned.

but.

Because the Central Plains Provincial Government has a lot of people, but it is also a large area, and most of the people on both sides of the official road are peasants. It is not so easy to find old ginseng.

"My lord, my lord?"

"Old man, I am a ginseng picker. I just found a ginseng on the side of the official road. I heard that you need it, sir?"

The old man finally found Old Shen and came.

Tu Jie quickly fixed his eyes and saw that a ginseng that was obviously not young was in the hands of the old man in front of him.

"Just dug?"

Tu Jie quickly took it and asked subconsciously.

"That's right, just dug."

The old man naturally nodded quickly.

"But......"

But Tu Jie is not an idiot either, where is the ginseng just dug out, it is white and dry.

"My lord, hurry up and give it to Master Zhao, with some dirt on it."

"Folks, you all...know."

Tu Jie looked behind the uncle, only to see the people who stopped where they were.

All these people looked at him without speaking.

An inexplicable emotion rushed into Tu Jie's eyes from the bottom of his heart.

"Come on, my lord, get some dirt!"

"Hey, okay! Get some dirt!"

After Tu Jie controlled his emotions, he quickly handed over the ginseng and asked the uncle to smear it with soil.

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