Episode 160. Who the hell brainwashed the Emperor? (1)
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When the fireman who came in with Jojo held out a small box of wood, Jo Deung opened the lid with a puzzled expression.
If it was jewelry or gold, they would have snorted, but what was inside the wooden case was a gold-plated medicine.
I put my nose close to it and sniffed it, but it didn’t smell like that peculiar smell that comes from rare elixirs.
It didn’t smell like anything, but since the person giving it was Huathai, the lantern was curious.
“What is this?”
“Listening to Bi Jeong-hu’s love for me, I also prepared a small gift with the heart of meeting my grandfather. This group is a medicine that can fill my role even if I am not nearby.”
In an instant, Joe’s eyes widened.
“A drug that can do its job even without you? What kind of fantasy is it that you can do that?”
“I can’t tell you that it’s slander, so I can’t tell you what kind of fantasy it is, but if you take it when you are sick like last time, you will be able to see a great effect.”
“If you were sick like last time, are you referring to when stones came out in your urine while going up and down the mountain?”
“yes. I told you to climb the mountain every day… Did you climb it today?”
“Keuheum I haven’t climbed yet because I’m busy with affairs today. I plan to go up later tonight.”
“Climbing a mountain is effective in preventing diseases, but it is also a policy for Bi-Jeong-Hu to live a healthy life in old age.”
“I know. But now is a very important time. So…you have to understand.”
“I understand, but illness doesn’t come from circumstances.”
“Don’t you have this medicine? If you eat this, won’t you be able to pass that time?”
Jo Deung held up the wooden box and put on a satisfied expression. But the fireman shook his head.
“You can skip that time, but you can’t skip the next one.”
“Wouldn’t it be okay if I gave you a lot of these medicines?”
“Eating too much is actually harmful. So even if I’m not there, I’m giving you one so that you can pass the emergency.”
* * *
Jo Deung placed the wooden bowl in his bosom.
“Come to think of it, it was said before that if a whiplash eats a lot of restorative medicine, it becomes rather poisonous, but it seems to be the same principle.”
“yes.”
“Even though you didn’t belong exclusively to the family, you’re Joe’s step-brother, so you’re my step-grandson. And the step-grandson should know how to take care of his grandfather when he is sick.”
“If Grandpa gets sick, this grandson will come running, regardless of where he is or what he is doing.”
The painter deliberately called Jo Deung a grandfather rather than a non-Jeonghu.
A smile crept across Joe’s lips.
In fact, since city doctors would treat quite a few illnesses, only major illnesses needed a fireman. In the event of a serious illness, the fireman would come while the city doctors were buying time.
While the three of them were drinking tea in a warmer atmosphere, a eunuch rushed to them and reported that the emperor had suddenly collapsed.
“what! You said His Majesty suddenly collapsed without any indication?”
“yes. You should go to the palace soon.”
“I get it.”
Jo Deung stood up and looked at the fireman.
“Let’s go, step-grandson.”
“yes. grandfather.”
“Joe is coming too.”
“yes.”
Jo Deung’s shoulders trembled as he walked ahead with his two grandchildren.
Cao Cao raised his status on the battlefield, and now how much higher will his status rise if he treats the emperor with his grandson?
The painter looked at Jo Deung’s back and soon turned his attention to guessing the emperor’s illness.
‘Well, it’s only two years and a few months, but there’s nothing wrong with having a solid background during that time. By the way, Youngje still has about two more years left to die… Are there signs already appearing?’
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When the painter arrived at the royal palace following Jo Deung, a member of the city council was already laying acupuncture here and there, pointing to the pulse of the emperor lying on the bed.
“Your Majesty has collapsed! What is it?”
After entering the palace, Jo Deung grabbed one of the poets and asked in a low voice what had happened.
Siui found Jo Deung and answered in a small voice.
“As usual, after having breakfast, he was taking a walk on the road to Donghogung Palace… and suddenly collapsed.”
“Sura-san! Where is the Surasang!”
Jo Deung immediately suspected poison.
“I gave an order to the Nine men who were accepted and told them to leave it as it is.”
At that time, the painter next to him opened his mouth.
“It doesn’t seem poisonous. Looking at the condition, it seems that the body is worse than that… but it seems that it is not simply another reason.”
The city doctor turned his head to see if someone would join him, and was startled when he found the fireman.
“When did Hwa Tuo enter the palace?”
The voice of the poet was quite loud. Among the court physicians, there was no one who did not know about the fireman.
At that moment, a lot of attention was focused on the fireman.
“Hwata? uh! really pissed off what are you doing there Come and take care of Your Majesty.”
When Pyeonwon stopped the hour hand and called for a fireman, people hurriedly opened the way.
“Curm! How are you going? Joe, come too. Shouldn’t you help your brother heal?”
Jo Deung quickly walked ahead of the fireman and even called Jo Jo.
‘You’re really not an ordinary person.’
Even in this situation, the painter was surprised to see Jo Deung trying to reveal himself. It was bittersweet to think that this was the level to become a powerful person.
The painter greeted Empress Dowager Dong and Empress Ha.
“The painter of the defeat of the country learns about the Empress Dowager.”
Empress Dowager Dong tilted her head slightly after receiving the fireman’s greeting, and Jo Deng, who was next to her, hurriedly gave an additional explanation.
“The fireman is like my grandson, he is Joe’s agenda, he is a poet, and in the world, he is called Hwata, who goes beyond sacristy. And the city council member here knows this guy well.”
“Fire! Is it the Hwa-Tao who corrected Huang-Wan’s violation? This is great. Hurry up, take a look at His Majesty.”
“yes.”
After the fireman finished his greeting, he slightly bowed his head to Pyeonwon.
Pyeon-won is a member of the city council, but he did not take pride in front of the fire department.
The painter took a pulse and exercised clairvoyance to check the stomach.
‘I have stamina, but not to the point of collapsing. Let’s see, what the hell is the cause of the disease? uh? what? What kind of man’s good spirits are so weak?’
When I took a pulse, I was surprised to find that my yang energy had run out.
There is only one case when a man is depleted of yang qi. The cause of the collapse was speculated.
‘Because of how much radiation he had… Tsk.’
When the cause of the disease was identified, the painter naturally clicked his tongue. Of course, I didn’t show it off.
The food an emperor eats is usually a health food. He is an emperor who eats a lot of health food, but the lack of yang energy to this extent means that he radiated at least three or four times a day.
“Didn’t you have frequent nosebleeds by any chance?”
Pyeonwon nodded his head at the fireman’s question.
“On days when there was a lot of work in affairs, he sometimes showed dragon blood.”
‘Oops, the person I diagnosed is the emperor. I’ll have to pay attention to my word choice.’
The painter suddenly came to his senses after hearing the word dragon blood.
“sorry. The words came out habitually.”
“It’s okay. It could be so, so hurry up and tell me your opinion.”
“Everything went down. But the problem is…”
The painter explained the cause of his stamina, such as nervous gastroenteritis, depleted energy, and a skinny, obese body with little muscle and full of fat, using all sorts of noble words.
“…That’s why, for the time being, if you don’t know anything else, you shouldn’t engage in Hapgung with a woman.”
Hearing the words, Pyeonwon nodded and let out a short sigh before speaking so quietly that only the fireman could hear.
“Actually, I have told you several times in the past. That worry ended up like this.”
ok!
The painter also let out a low sigh. At that moment, the unconscious emperor woke up.
“Your Majesty, are you feeling better?”
Jo Deung, who was nearby, hurriedly approached and bowed his waist
. Your mother is also here.”
The emperor had Empress He next to Empress Dowager He, but she did not pretend to know her as if she were not there.
Empress Ha only gritted her teeth inwardly, but outwardly, she only showed worried eyes without expressing a vote.
“Are you okay? your majesty.”
“I am still very dizzy.”
When the emperor shook his head and tried to stand up, Zhao Teng hurriedly placed a pillow on the emperor’s back so that he could lie down at an angle.
Only then did the emperor know that many people had come before him.
“It’s messy, so don’t confuse your mind and everyone go and do your work.”
When the emperor waved his hand, the ministers rushed out. The remaining figures inside were Empress Dowager Dong, Empress Ha, eunuchs, and General Ha Jin.
The emperor turned his head and looked at the oblate.
“The world was spinning around and I was dizzy… what happened?”
“Your Majesty passed away while taking a walk in the Donghu Palace. As a result of my pulse, it seems that the food I ate is indigestible.”
Then, suddenly, the light came on.
“Didn’t I say that it wasn’t just pretending? Bye, tell me in detail.”
The painter secretly let out a sigh at the prestige of Jo Deung, who even cut off the emperor’s words.
Jo Deung’s actions were an act of exceeding authority. It is also not polite to Pyeonwon, the city council member.
‘They say that ten times rule the world… Their prestige is really unusual.’
It felt like even the emperor was watching Jo Deung. The emperor turned his head for a moment to look at the painter and opened his mouth.
“Come to think of it, I’m a bit familiar with it. Who are you?”
The fireman answered without delay.
“Your Majesty. I am the former Hwang Wan Taiwei’s disease healer.”
“ah! you were mad Did you cure me?”
“My belief was just a pulse, and the Pyeon City Council treated me.”
“is it?”
The emperor turned his head.
“What about the city council? Why did I fall?”
“You acted a little too harshly.”
“Have you been? So, did I collapse because I was sick?”
As the emperor tilted his head, Pyeonwon hurriedly opened his mouth.
“I pretended to, but the more fundamental cause, as I said before, is that I consumed too much emotion…”
The painter felt quite unnatural looking at the emperor talking to Pyeonwon.
‘No matter how much he is an emperor… This is a bit strange, isn’t it? I fell down and woke up… Can you talk like it’s someone else’s business like that? You seem a bit lacking in emotion?’
Falling down should be seen as a warning from the body to the brain.
No more. Can’t stand it. Please stop.
Everyone understands the warning, worries, and studies ways to live. You can’t treat it like it’s someone else’s business.
The emperor listened to Pyeonwon’s words and looked at Jodeung, but in those eyes there was more trust than his mother or wife.
‘I was full of dignity when I was given the office of the Sheeuhsa…. What the hell happened in the meantime? It doesn’t look like a gun at all.’
He seemed like a different person, so different from when he was with Tae-wi or Eosa-daebu a few years ago.
Suddenly.
The fireman tilted his head inwardly and thought of the cause that could cause these symptoms.
‘hypnosis? Brainwashing?’
It was so absurd that the thought itself seemed ridiculous, but the meaning of the gun that had disappeared from the eyes of the emperor to that extent was a trace of someone deeply intervening in his unconscious.
This is the same tactic that Jang Gak, the leader of Taepyeong, used on the bishops.
Of course, the emperor felt traces of brainwashing beyond that level.
‘Seo, could it be that the man behind Zhang Jac could be a eunuch in the imperial palace?’
For a moment, the fireman felt dizzy, as if someone had hit him on the head with a hammer.
Bongshi, the eunuch who had been conspiring with Zhang Jiu, had already been beheaded along with about 1,000 of his followers.
‘It may not be a single seal.’
Perhaps Jo Deung, who is now babbling farts next to the emperor, could also be part of the group.
The painter felt that he had to keep his spirits up. If you don’t care, you may be treated as the same category and get involved.
The painter, who was struggling inwardly, heard Pyeon-won’s words to the emperor.
“…The fundamental cause is, as I will tell you again, that qi is weakened by too frequent radiation.”
“However, I steadily ate decoctions and food that Pyeonta recommended.”
“However, since the emotion is excreted without any accumulation, it goes beyond the limits of food and medicine. So I think it’s good to stay away from the Nines for a while.”
“Whoa~. Are you saying that the reason I collapsed was because I was too close to women?”
“I’m sorry, but it is.”
“I get it. Starting today, I’ll try to stay away from women for a while. I heard it after Joe B. For the time being, do not have women in my bed.”
“I get it. your majesty. I will take action.”
The painter saw Jo Deung slightly turn his head and meet the eyes of the other eunuchs.
‘What does that look mean?’
“By the way, do you have a different opinion about Hwa-ta and Whip-ta?”
When the emperor asked him, the painter couldn’t continue his thoughts and nodded hastily.
“no. I am of the same opinion as Whiplash.”
“Two people have the same opinion… so I have no choice but to follow them.”
“First, I’ll make a decoction to replenish my energy.”
Pyeonwon bowed his head, and the emperor nodded.
“Do it.”
After a while, the painter withdrew with Pyeon-won and secretly called Pyeon-won separately.
“I haven’t seen you in a long time. Member of Parliament. I was in a hurry earlier, so I couldn’t greet you properly.”
“Well, I was the same. How have you been?”
“Yes. I had a good time.”
“How is Seon?”
“Now, even if I don’t exist, one person can do their job well.”
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