Chapter 937 The Emperor's Surgery!

At the palace banquet, the Emperor of Yan, in front of all civil and military officials, announced the conferment of the Prince of Pingxi as the Regent of Yan, and the Crown Prince of Yan personally knelt down and called: Uncle Regent.

The Emperor of Yan invited the Regent to sit on the dragon throne with him, comparable to two sages ruling the court;

Every true powerful minister, regent, basically has to wait until the old emperor dies and the new emperor is young before they can gradually ascend to this position and gain this honor by controlling the government step by step;

Only this time in Yan, the emperor personally paved the way, arranging everything properly.

The news,

spread from the palace,

immediately spread throughout the capital,

and then,

it will be transmitted to all parts of Yan, and then to the entire world, the entire Xia, will be shaken by this news.

After all,

with the end of the Three Kingdoms War with the Prince of Pingxi leading his army to break through the capital,

the pattern of Yan dominating the north of Xia, eyeing the entire Xia, has already taken shape. It is no exaggeration to say that any movement within this behemoth is enough to stir up the situation in the entire Xia.

Compared to the "complex emotions" of the Yan people themselves, this news will be particularly heavy for the courts of Qian, Chu, and other Xia countries.

Whether Yan's future surname is Ji or Zheng, it doesn't really matter to them;

What they see is that the master of the Pingxi Royal Mansion in Jinyang, who should have been the most unstable factor in Yan, has entered the capital and become the regent of the entire Yan, which means the disappearance of unstable factors, and Yan has completed the actual "unification" internally in this way.

In addition to the Zhenbei Royal Mansion, which had long been dismantled, being actually controlled by the court...

While this war behemoth licks its wounds to restore its vitality, it has cleaned itself up completely.

Once it accumulates enough strength, the tide-like black-armored cavalry will roar down from the north like thunder...

As for whether the Crown Prince's coming of age and taking over the government will lead to power friction with the Regent, whether the Regent will be a pure and loyal minister leaving behind a lifetime of fame, or whether he will learn from the founding emperor of Qian and seize the throne while the emperor's orphan and widow are vulnerable;

These are all things for later.

The Crown Prince cannot come of age all at once. Since the Emperor has openly made such an arrangement, the opposing forces within Yan will, at least in recent years, choose to default and accept this pattern.

Such a long window period is enough for that Regent to do many things.

If he wants to usurp the throne, he must make greater achievements; if he doesn't want to usurp the throne and wants to be a pure minister, he must also assist the new emperor and inherit the "late emperor's" legacy;

In any case,

Yan will most likely head south.

…

Outside, the wind and rain are raging, and people can't help but feel uneasy.

But the back garden outside the capital seems very harmonious.

The Emperor moved into the back garden to recuperate, and the Prince of Pingxi, oh, now the Regent, also moved in with him.

"I must say, these clothes are quite good-looking."

The Emperor sat at the table, watching Zheng Fan, who had changed into his new robe, walk over.

It can be said that Ji Chengjue arranged this for a long time. Not to mention anything else, this set of Regent's clothes could not have been rushed out temporarily.

Different from ordinary python robes, the distinction between python and dragon is blurred, and it is also inlaid with many gold edges that only the royal family can use.

Zheng Fan is the Crown Prince's uncle, and the title "Uncle Regent" is not for nothing. This is enough to break the rules of a prince of a different surname in terms of etiquette and adopt the royal guard of honor.

However, Zheng Fan was not very satisfied with this set of clothes.

He commented;

"It's vulgar."

As he said that, he took it off again.

In Zheng Fan's opinion, the python robe is more suitable for him.

Especially with the blessing of Si Niang's aesthetics and needlework, the sets of python robes can better fit himself in terms of aesthetics and comfort.

Most importantly,

in Zheng Fan's mind, the image of Tian Wujing in a python robe standing alone had long been imprinted.

At this time, the servants began to serve the dishes.

The one serving the dishes was Eunuch Wei;

Zheng Fan and the Emperor sat opposite each other, with Tiantian and the Crown Prince sitting on the other two sides.

Hot dishes were served one after another;

Zheng Fan looked at the rich table of dishes and couldn't help shaking his head;

"Can we finish all this?"

"What, you, who always want the finest food, actually know how to be frugal?"

"Fine and extravagant are not the same thing," Zheng Fan said.

"This might be my last meal, so I have to taste the dishes I like again. Is that too much?"

Zheng Fan was speechless.

In the end, Ji Lao Liu was still afraid. Brain surgery, in this era, can be called a miracle;

Even if there are Qi refiners, swordsmen, and martial artists in this era, and there are magic and Battle Qi in the West, and monsters in the Tian Duan Mountains, surgery on the brain is still an unexplored area.

From this point of view, Ji Lao Liu's willingness to do this surgery is a sign of great trust;

If someone else said this: Your Majesty, there's something wrong with your brain, let's open it up, shall we?

It might sound to the Emperor like: Your Majesty, I have an elixir of immortality here, would you like to take it?

Equivalent to... a charlatan.

Eunuch Wei brought up a braised carp with noodles, placing it so that the fish head faced the Emperor.

The Emperor picked up his chopsticks to pick up the food, and moved the plate so that the fish head faced the middle of himself and Zheng Fan.

"Zheng, think again, is there anything you've missed? We still have a chance to make up for it now."

"It's about right," Zheng Fan picked up the food, "Even if there are omissions in the corners, it won't hurt. If you're really unlucky and you're gone, then go with peace of mind."

"Heh, listen to what you're saying, is that human?"

"This is for your own good, a reverse blessing."

"Heh."

Tiantian got up and took Zheng Fan's bowl to help him serve rice.

The Crown Prince also got up to take his father's bowl.

But the Emperor tapped the back of his hand with his chopsticks,

The Crown Prince had no choice but to go to the other side and take another bowl to serve the Regent a bowl of soup.

Everyone ate their meal,

halfway through,

the Emperor said;

"Crown Prince, kneel down and listen."

Ji Chuanye immediately put down his chopsticks, took several steps back, and knelt down in front of the table.

"Father, I have contracted a serious illness. If it's not treated, I might only have a few years to live. If it's treated, I can live like a normal person, at least see you come of age and have a grandson or something.

This disease was discovered by your Uncle Regent. Do you think your Uncle Regent is deceiving your father?"

Zheng Fan said;

"When there's no one around, you can call him Uncle Regent."

"Zheng, don't interrupt!"

"Heh."

Zheng Fan picked up a prawn and put it in Tiantian's dish.

Tiantian picked up the prawn, began to peel it, carefully removed the shrimp thread, dipped it in vinegar, and put it in Zheng Fan's bowl.

"Answering Father's words, Chuanye doesn't think Godfather would deceive Father."

"Why?"

"Because Godfather has always been upright with Chuanye and with Father."

"People change," the Emperor said with emotion.

The Crown Prince showed a look of panic and quickly said, "Godfather is upright, how could..."

"Father is not talking about your Godfather, but about you."

"Me?"

"You will change in the future. If Father can't be cured this time and really leaves like this, you might think like this at first, but after a long time, the ministers around you, close people, such as Wei Zhonghe and Zhang Banban, will murmur about this..."

Eunuch Wei and Eunuch Zhang knelt down together.

"You will think, was Father's death a trick of the Regent?"

"Child... Child..."

"As a ruler, when looking at things and doing things, you must not be emotional. Emotion is the most unreliable thing, understand?"

"Child... understands."

"What you need to remember is that your Godfather has more than 100,000 iron cavalry in Jinyang who are loyal to him and can be pulled out at any time. The Jinyang army and the original Jingnan army in the Three Jinyangs mostly have their hearts set on your Godfather.

Your Godfather is still the God of War of Yan. In my Yan army, his prestige is unparalleled;

Therefore,

if your Godfather wants to rebel and take this world, he can completely take it in a dignified manner.

If your father were to stay alive, he would only be evenly matched with your Godfather;

If he wanted to take Jinyang as a foundation, even Father, I, would be helpless.

So, your Godfather doesn't need to deceive Father, understand?"

"Yes, Child understands."

"Besides, your father is not a fool. If I believe it, then it's the truth, unless you, as my son, think that I, as your father, am a fool being deceived."

"Child wouldn't dare."

"Also, believe that your Godfather is someone worth relying on. Your father believes it, and you must believe it too."

"Child has always believed it."

"You have to believe one more thing, even if one day you don't believe it, you have to pretend that you've always believed it."

"Please give instructions, Father."

"You must always remember, no matter how old you are, no matter how many people you think are loyal to you, as long as your Uncle Regent hasn't died for a single day..."

"Wish me well," Zheng Fan said, "I'm better at taking care of my body than you are."

The Emperor glanced at Zheng Fan and continued:

"Then you have to believe that you will never be able to outsmart your Uncle Regent."

"Yes, Father."

"Are you directly setting me up as the villain here?" Zheng Fan put another prawn in Tiantian's bowl.

"Is it easy for me?" the Emperor retorted, "Do your best and leave the rest to fate."

"Alright, alright, we can start now, are you full?"

The Emperor nodded and beckoned:

"Summon Lu Bing."

Lu Bing quickly walked in and knelt down.

"Lu Bing, Wei Zhonghe, Zhang Banban, from this moment on, the back garden is closed. Ten days later, if I walk out myself, then everything will be fine. If I am directly mourned, then do as we agreed before."

"Your subject obeys the decree."

"This humble servant obeys the decree."

"Chuanye, return to the palace."

"Your son obeys the decree."

Everything was arranged;

The Emperor followed the Prince of Pingxi to a courtyard in the back garden. The Demon Kings had already set up the "operating room" here when they first entered the capital.

In the pavilion, there was a chair.

Zheng Fan gestured for the Emperor to sit down, then picked up a white cloth and circled it around the Emperor's neck.

"Are you wrapping me up so quickly?"

The Emperor asked in surprise.

"Shaving your head," Zheng Fan said.

"Oh."

The Emperor sat still.

Zheng Fan first picked up a basin of water and washed the Emperor's hair.

"I can bend over, my body is all wet like this," the Emperor said with some dissatisfaction.

"You still have to take a bath later, it's alright."

"Then what's the point of wearing this white cloth?"

"A sense of ritual."

"I..."

"Don't talk so much nonsense. Be content that I'm personally preparing you, I wouldn't shave you if it was the head down there."

"So disgusting."

"You can actually understand, you depraved ruler."

"Hehe."

After his hair was wet, Zheng Fan picked up a ball of milky white sticky substance, rubbed it with water in his palms, and then applied it all to the Emperor's hair and began to rub it evenly.

"It smells good," the Emperor commented, "It doesn't seem like they sell this in Jinyang?"

"How many people shave their beards every day?"

The common people, who don't care about their hair and skin given by their parents, don't have the money to buy this, and those who have the money to buy it don't know how to use it.

The Emperor's hair was very long and thick. After applying it evenly, Zheng Fan took out the razor.

"Be steady," the Emperor reminded.

"I'm a fourth-rank martial artist, I practice the sword, what are you panicking about?"

"Your sword is for chopping heads, how can I not panic!"

"That's true, then don't move."

"Ka... ka... ka... ka..."

Strands of black hair fell in front of him;

"After it's cured, this hair is gone, it will be too detrimental to the image of a wise ruler," the Emperor said, looking at the hair in front of him.

"Don't worry, I've prepared a wig for you, you won't be able to tell."

"Heh, this service has the taste of Quan De Lou."

Before long, the hair was shaved.

Zheng Fan reached out and patted the Emperor, helping him untie the white cloth;

"Let's go, purify ourselves."

"Together? I won't be afraid if we're together."

Soon,

Zheng Fan took Ji Chengjue and soaked in the hot spring pool again, stark naked.

The Emperor turned sideways, grabbed the wall with both hands,

and said:

"Zheng, come, scrub my back."

"Dream on."

"I'm about to go to the execution ground, can't you just satisfy me one last time?"

"We can postpone it and send someone to the palace to invite the Empress."

"Ugh, never mind then, I'd rather go to the execution ground."

"How about your virtue."

Zheng Fan didn't scrub the Emperor's back, but threw a bar of soap over.

"Scrub and wipe it yourself."

"This service is too bad, I knew I should have let Wei Zhonghe come in to serve me."

"It's best not to let your subordinates see this scene."

Letting the servants witness their master's brain being opened up would collapse their worldview, even Eunuch Wei;

Moreover, as an emperor, it is impossible to let his ministers see his weakest side.

"You can see it and it's okay? Oh, right, you never cared about imperial power in the first place."

"I don't disdain imperial power, but I'm not happy that imperial power isn't mine."

"It's the same thing, many people don't dare to have this idea."

"There are many who have this idea, but at most they just talk about it. There are very few who really dare to do it and are willing to do it."

After washing,

Zheng Fan took the Emperor into the next room.

Inside, A'ming, dressed in a delicate black tuxedo, was standing there, with a tub in front of A'ming.

"Another bath?" the Emperor asked.

"Sterilize you, get in."

The Emperor took off his clothes and sat in the tub. At first, he didn't feel anything, but when his entire body was submerged, the tingling sensation coming from some specific areas made the Emperor unable to hold back.

After coming out,

the Emperor was a little dazed. He only came back to his senses a little when he put on his clothes and asked:

"What did you just soak me in?"

"For sterilization."

"What is a germ?"

"A very small existence, invisible and intangible, but it can make you fester."

"Is it like the Buddha's saying that one flower is a world?"

"About right."

"But you still haven't told me what it is. I thought it would be something like a mind-refreshing dew."

"How could you possibly stand that stuff?" Zheng Fan smiled, "If you have an ear infection in the future, you can use this diluted to soak your ears, it's quite comfortable."

"Master, Your Majesty, we can start."

"Mm."

The Emperor was sent by A'ming into the innermost room, which contained a bed.

A dwarf walked up to the Emperor with a bowl of green juice and said:

"Your Majesty, this is mafeisan (anesthetic)."

The Emperor held the bowl, looked at the furnishings and people in the room, and smiled;

"This is probably what hell is like."

The Emperor drank the third master's version of mafeisan in one gulp and was arranged to lie on the operating bed.

Everyone waited here quietly;

About an incense stick of time passed,

the Emperor's consciousness began to gradually dissipate and he entered a dream.

The blind man said;

"Everyone to your positions."

Xue San arranged all his surgical instruments, and his ten fingers began to move. The chief surgeon was actually him.

A'ming first scratched open his right palm with his fingernails, controlling the wound from healing, and then scratched open the Emperor's arm, and then overlapped the wounds on both sides.

The blind man reminded; "A'ming, be careful, don't give the Emperor a first embrace."

In the past six months, A'ming had tried to give a dying Chu soldier a first embrace, and the effect was remarkable, successfully allowing the dying person to "revive", but the conscious time was less than two days, and he became a beast craving blood, and finally had to be destroyed.

This was different from what A'ming had originally envisioned. According to his calculations, he should be able to give a first embrace that could maintain sanity in this state.

In the end, the blind man analyzed the reason, probably because A'ming's own bloodline level was too high. Although his strength allowed him to give a first embrace, the bestowed person's sanity would be immediately crushed because the "concentration" was too thick. In short, it was too "toxic".

If it were other vampires, they could give the first embrace at A'ming's level;

But A'ming's bloodline was too high, which turned into a side effect. Unless A'ming could restore his full strength, the first embrace given would basically turn into a madman.

And for the Emperor,

it was better for him to die suddenly than to have a mad emperor.

"I know," A'ming said, closing his eyes, and through the blood connection at the wounds of the two, he said, "Blood pressure is normal, all indicators... are normal."

As he said that,

A'ming reached out and took out a box with ice, which contained blood bags.

Xue San glanced at it and said, "Preparing so much, this is brain surgery, not childbirth."

"Better safe than sorry."

A'ming didn't care, picked up a blood bag with his left hand, bit open the opening, and "glug glug" drank it.

"He's greedy."

"Okay, everyone pay attention and concentrate, I'm going to start building the mind link."

The blind man closed his eyes and put his hands on the sides of the Emperor's face.

The mind link was established, and the situation inside the Emperor's skull began to be presented in the minds of all the Demon Kings present.

The magic pill floated up, releasing light, and began to illuminate.

"I'm ready," Xue San said.

"I'm ready too," Si Niang said.

Fan Li raised his axe,

and said:

"Me too!"

At this time,

A'ming, who was drinking blood, said:

"Blind man, if A'li uses a little more force later, Yan's empire will be ours."

The blind man closed his eyes,

but said disdainfully;

"This is the most annoying thing about this emperor. I worked hard to plan, develop, and fulfill my expectations for myself, but he wants to take the initiative to give it to me.

This is an insult to my life plan."

What the blind man enjoys is the process of rebelling, rebellion itself, not simply pursuing the dragon chair.

In fact, he himself does not have the heart to be an emperor.

"I don't rely on the Master anymore, I rely on our godson. Take your time, don't rush, good soup is not afraid of being late."

"Just comfort yourself," Xue San mocked.

"Concentrate, A'li, do it."

"Okay!"

Fan Li raised his axe,

and dropped it!

…

The Emperor only felt that he had a very, very long dream. In this dream, he saw many people and experienced many scenes from the past.

He was like a passerby, experiencing his own life;

At first, he felt fresh and sighed;

But slowly, he began to feel some pain, because these scenes, these experiences, were repeating themselves over and over again, which was a kind of... torment.

It was as if he was thrown into a bottomless hell.

Before drinking that bowl of mafeisan,

the Emperor had said,

Hell is probably like this.

As a result,

it really was like this.

The Emperor regretted his bad luck,

and also felt a little regretful,

What a good place,

What a carefree experience,

Father left too early,

otherwise his son would really have to take his father to take a stroll here.

I don't know,

how long it took,

finally,

pitch black,

devoured everything.

…

"Master, the Emperor is awake."

The blind man came to report.

Zheng Fan stood up;

The blind man continued; "Master, if you want to be the emperor, this is the best opportunity. Now, we still have time. Master can take over, a well-preserved Great Yan Kingdom.

Cao Cao's path has been laid out in front of the Master."

"Blind man, does it make sense to ask these questions now?"

"It doesn't make sense, this emperor is very unethical."

"Heh."

"I've never seen such an emperor, at least, from this point of view, he has done something that many wise emperors throughout the ages have failed to do."

"Is this your evaluation of him?"

"Yes."

"It's okay, you still have Lin'er."

This was the greatest comfort Zheng Fan could give, and drawing cakes for his subordinates was an essential ability for every superior.

The blind man smiled and said, "Lin'er is very talented."

"Yes, but he's a bit of a brat."

"Perhaps, I can change my goal."

"Change it to what?"

"I didn't dare to think about it before, because it was you, Master."

"What's wrong with me?"

"I misspoke."

What this meant was that in the past, because it was you, Master, some things were not dared to be thought about; but when Zheng Lin grows up, everyone can try to do some dreams.

For example,

why we

appear in this world.

"I'll go see the Emperor."

Zheng Fan walked into the inner room;

After the surgery,

the Emperor had been in a coma for seven full days. Of course, he could still be fed while he was in a coma.

At this moment,

when Zheng Fan walked in,

the Emperor was sitting there,

with his eyes open.

Zheng Fan walked up to the Emperor,

squatted down,

and looked at Ji Chengjue.

Ji Chengjue's face was full of confusion.

"You're awake?"

Zheng Fan asked softly, stroking Ji Chengjue's face.

"Who... are you?"

The Emperor asked hesitantly.

Zheng Fan nodded,

looked around and found that none of the Demon Kings had followed in.

"Heh."

Zheng Fan chuckled,

reached out,

forcefully wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes,

and said:

"I am your... old father."

"Bitch!"