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Chapter 165 Do you dare to comment on my three sons?

Although not as magnificent as the palaces of Chang'an, the imperial palace of Beiyuan in Yandu earned a reputation for grandeur and magnificence. Its main features were a return to simplicity, practicality, and durability; there were no flashy decorations, only a rugged and solid foundation.

In Li Dachui's view, if Chang'an were to fall, the imperial city would be nothing more than fish on someone else's chopping block. However, if the outer city of Yandu were to fall, the imperial palace could be used as a solid fortress for defense. If supplies were sufficient, it would not be surprising if such a fortress could hold out for a year or two.

At the palace gate, an incredibly tall and imposing man stood there with an air of authority, his height estimated to be over nine feet.

"Brother, Valley Master Fu is here! Why aren't you making way?" Akedun shouted loudly beside the carriage.

Is this Jebe, the eldest prince of the Northern Yuan?

He had a square face, a full beard, a high nose, deep-set eyes, and thick eyebrows. He stood there steadily, exuding an imposing and menacing aura.

Standing next to Akton, it's completely unbelievable that they are brothers.

Tiele was at least eight feet tall, while Akdun was much shorter. In terms of appearance, Tiele was the most handsome, Jebe was the most valiant, and Akdun was... well, it's hard to say.

However, Akdun, who appeared somewhat sleazy in front of Jebe, perfectly matched the image of a tyrannical ruler in Li Dachui's mind.

Jebe completely ignored Aktun's shouts and walked over on his own.

"Greetings, Valley Master!" Zhebie bowed to Fu Qingzhu. "As the commander of the palace guards, Zhebie is obligated to fulfill his duty of guarding. Since the Valley Master is entering the palace, there is naturally no need for a body search. And these two?"

“These two are Fu Cheng, the Valley Master’s eldest disciple, and Li Bao, a third-generation disciple. You mustn’t be rude!” Akedun roared. “Do you not trust me? Or do you lack confidence in yourself?”

Jebe said coldly, "My personal inspection is the greatest respect I can show them. Aktun, even you have to be searched by me."

Akdun was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Fu Cheng smiled, stepped forward, and raised his hands.

Zhebie very responsibly explored the area from top to bottom.

Li Dachui stepped forward and obediently presented the medicine box in his hand. This medicine box naturally belonged to Fu Qingzhu. Fu Qingzhu, Fu Cheng and Li Dachui came in, and as a third-generation disciple, he naturally had to carry the medicine box.

Jebe opened the medicine box, glanced at it a few times, and then looked at Fu Qin Attila beside him. Attila smiled and nodded. Jebe immediately put down the medicine box and then patted Li Dachui all over.

Li Dachui hunched over, twisting his waist and bending back and forth.

Jebe glared angrily.

Li Dachui said with a hint of helplessness, "I was born ticklish!"

Attila and Fu Cheng couldn't help but laugh.
Fu Cheng knew that this kid was up to his old tricks again, while Attila found this third-generation disciple quite amusing.

In his view, Li Bao, who was valued by Fu Qingzhu and specially brought to see the emperor, must have outstanding medical skills, otherwise his master would not have valued him so much.

After touching Li Dachui, Zhebie looked at Akedun. Akedun walked up to him in a huff, raised his hands, and roared, "Investigate! Investigate! I'll report you to the Emperor!"

Jebe chuckled and meticulously touched it all over again.

Jebe, however, did not examine Attila, which made Li Dachui take a few more glances at Attila. This Jebe did not even trust Aktun, but he trusted Attila very much!

This person is extraordinary.

However, judging from Jebe's actions, Injo's illness is probably quite serious.

Because Yingzhuo himself was a peak ninth-rank expert, under normal circumstances, even if an assassin got to Yingzhuo's side, he would basically be in a state of suicide. Moreover, this Jebe in front of him was probably also a ninth-rank expert. In terms of martial arts cultivation, he was much higher than Tiele and Akdun.

Tiele was nearly killed by Xiao Changche with a single spear thrust, mainly because he himself had lent Xiao Changche a hand at the time.

However, if Tiele were replaced by Jebe, the two of them would probably be exhausted to take him down.

Of course, Jebe was almost twice the age of Tiele, nearly fifty years old.

Yingzhuo was sixteen when she gave birth to her eldest son, Tiele, and was almost fifty when she gave birth to him. Princess Changle, on the other hand, was only sixteen when she married into the family.

It's like a pear tree in full bloom overshadowing a sea of ​​flowers—a classic case of an old ox eating tender grass.

Looking at Jebe's current state and recalling Yingzhuo's appearance in the intelligence, Li Dachui couldn't help but silently mourn for Princess Chang Le from Qin for a few seconds.

Beauty and the Beast! Yingzhuo is seriously ill, which is good news. It would be best if he had an illness that even the Valley Master couldn't cure. If he could die in a short time, that would be even better.

As a result, the three brothers fought fiercely for the throne, which was a great boon to the newly established Anxi Protectorate.

Looking at Fu Qingzhu walking ahead, Li Dachui felt for the first time that the Valley Master's medical skills didn't need to be so good. Those who deserve to die should just die.

But this is something I can only think about.

It seems that Fu Qingzhu and Ying Zhuo are still friends.

When the two met, one was just a traveling physician honing his skills, and the other was a spirited young prince from the grasslands. It is said that the prince had even saved the physician's life. The two became acquainted because of this, and neither of them cared about being from the Yuan or Qin dynasties.

Of course, when they met, the Qin Dynasty was still very powerful and was bullying the Northern Yuan on the border.

Upon entering the largest palace, a strong smell of medicine filled the air. After passing through layers of curtains, they finally saw an old man lying on a bed, emaciated and just a skeleton, but his eyes still shone brightly.

"Old friend, I'm sorry I can't get out of bed to greet you." The old man on the bed chuckled, but after only two or three laughs, he was out of breath.

Fu Qingzhu hurried forward, bent down, and embraced the old man on the bed tightly. After a moment, he released his hand and said, "How did it come to this? Why didn't you call me to treat you sooner?"

Yingzhuo waved his hand: "There's nothing I can do, this is my fate. Three years ago, the Western Hu and Northern Hu began to move south. First, some small tribes scouted the way, and then medium and large tribes came together. If we don't stop these barbarians, my Great Yuan will be finished. Compared to the survival of the Great Yuan, what is Yingzhuo's little life?"

Fu Qingzhu sat in front of the bed, signaling the other party not to speak, and then reached out to grasp Ying Zhuo's pulse and closed his eyes.

Everyone else in the room kept their mouths tightly shut, and even their breathing seemed to become lighter.

Li Dachui rolled his eyes, sizing up the people inside the room.

Attila and Jebe were genuinely concerned and anxious.

Fu Cheng, on the other hand, was indifferent to the matter.

Aktun's eyes and heartbeat were the strangest; they seemed worried, yet also as if he was expecting something.

After a while, Fu Qingzhu opened his eyes and reached out to grab Ying Zhuo's other hand, but Ying Zhuo dodged it and laughed, "The world's number one divine physician, do you need to take my pulse a second time? Just tell me the result!"

"There's no way to save you!" Fu Qingzhu said, "You're completely exhausted, your life force is exhausted. I told you long ago that the martial art your family has passed down is comparable to the Qin Kingdom's 'Bat Tian' (a martial art that damages the mind), one damages the brain, the other damages the body. The 'Bat Tian' will eventually drive you mad, while your 'Ling Hai Jue' will eventually drain the last bit of life from your body."

"How much longer?" Yingzhuo seemed to have sensed it all along. "I was already prepared to die before I could reach the Innate Realm. In fact, with Attila taking care of my health all these years, I have lived many years longer than my father and grandfather. I am already content."

"I will do my best to refine a batch of pills for you if the medicinal materials are not lacking, which can prolong your life by up to a year!" Fu Qingzhu said.

"Valley Master, we can find any medicinal herbs you need. Please, please refine more pills for my father!" Akdun said anxiously.

“Third Prince, one batch of pills is the limit. Any more pills would be useless to His Majesty!” Fu Qingzhu sighed.

“One year is enough!” Yingzhuo seemed quite satisfied. “I have already subdued the Western Hu and Northern Hu who came south. The unruly ones have been wiped out by me. The rest have become loyal servants of my Great Yuan, which will further increase the strength of my Great Yuan. One year is enough for me to arrange my affairs after my death.”

Fu Qingzhu nodded: "Then I will stay with you in Yandu for a while. You saved my life back then, and now I will see you off to the end."

"That doesn't sound like good news!" Yingzhuo laughed loudly: "Old Fu, I have three sons, Jebe, Tiele, and Akdun. In my opinion, all three are quite good and not bad. As the saying goes, those involved are often confused, while bystanders see things clearly. Tell me, which of the three do you think is the best?"

“This is His Majesty’s family matter.” Fu Qingzhu shook his head and said, “I will never say a word about things I don’t understand. As you know, a doctor cannot speak recklessly, for reckless words can kill people.”

"You're still the same old you. Hmm, this is Fu Cheng. I think I met him more than ten years ago. The last time you went to the snow mountain with your master, you were a young man. Now you've grown up. Fu Cheng, tell your uncle, who do you think is the most promising?"

"Your Majesty, Fu Cheng thinks everything is fine, everything is fine!"

“That’s like saying nothing at all!” Yingzhuo said displeasedly, “Your temperament hasn’t changed at all. You’re still the same. Being too smooth is not conducive to improving your medical skills. You need to have your own principles and perseverance. I think your medical skills will definitely not be as good as Attila’s in the future.”

"Attila has been accepted into the master's tutelage today and will be studying medical books with the master from now on!" Fu Cheng nodded and said, "Your Majesty's judgment of people is extremely accurate. Fu Cheng admires you."

Ying Zhu snorted and looked at Li Dachui: "A third-generation disciple, brought here by Old Fu, firstly, you must have some outstanding talent in medicine, and secondly, you're planning to show your face in front of me and get some karma, right, Old Fu?"

Fu Qingzhu nodded and smiled, "That's right! Young people are too ambitious, so let's show him the heroes of the world."

"I believe I am worthy of being called a hero of the world!" Ying Zhuo smiled and said, "Young man, do you dare to comment on my three sons?"

(End of this chapter)