Da Ming: Father, step aside, I'll be the prime minister!

Chapter 366 Master Yeli is very reasonable! Commander Zhang has a special fetish?
"Ambassador Ruan should rest first. The government will surely give an explanation for this matter."

The last time Ruan Wenzhong came, he was also cursing and swearing like this.

Yang Jishi was already used to it. He waved to his assistants, who tacitly carried Ruan Wenzhong inside.

"Prepare for Ambassador Ruan's surgery. It's probably too late to save this layer of skin. Prepare more anesthetic and allicin."

Ruan Wenzhong was still groaning, and the scars from his previous injury had reopened, causing him to grimace in pain. He was being carried into the operating room while shouting something.

"Injustice! The Ming Dynasty must give Annam an explanation!"

"Hey~"

Yang Jishi shook his head.

Having finally managed to get rid of the chattering Annamese envoy, he was just about to go back to rest when he saw a group of monks at the door.

Yang Jishi noticed that the monks' clothes were also somewhat charred, so he went up to ask them about it.

"Is Ambassador Yeli unwell?"

Yeli's eyes were like those of an angry Vajra, but when he saw Yang Jishi, they softened considerably. He put his hands together and said...

"It's nothing serious. We had a little argument with the Annamese envoy at the market, and unfortunately, we happened to run into the fireworks display at Xishan. We fought with the Annamese and suffered some minor injuries. I'll have to trouble Doctor Yang again."

He paused and then continued.

"I am willing to compensate for all the losses incurred in the market, but I would also appreciate it if Doctor Yang could treat the injury on my head."

After saying that, he pointed to the top of his head.

Yang Jishi looked in that direction and saw that the man was also tall. He hadn't noticed him before, but when he looked up at the man's head, he gasped in shock.

Good heavens! This Tibetan monk has incredible composure. A huge shard of glass is embedded straight into the top of his head, and his once smooth head is now covered in blood, as if some kind of ointment has been applied to stop the bleeding.

Even with such a wound, Yeli acted as if nothing had happened!
Yang Jishi glanced at the Tibetan envoys present. Apart from Yeli, all the Tibetan envoys were injured, but compared to the Annamese, their injuries were considered minor.

He couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"May I ask what exactly caused the fight between the master and the Annamese envoy?"

Yeli lowered his head slightly and said, "It's nothing serious. Today, the court has a regulation that foreign countries that come to the Ming Dynasty to study must pay full tribute or tuition fees."

This humble monk believes this is a benevolent policy. Since ancient times, obtaining the true scriptures has always required exchanging a fortune for them. If one obtains the supreme scriptures for no reason, it will not be cherished.

The fact that the Ming Dynasty is willing to accept tribute from small countries like ours shows that it sincerely intends to impart the true scriptures of Buddhism.

Although Tibet received preferential treatment from the imperial court, exempting it from most of its tribute and tuition fees, it was still willing to pay the full amount.

As he spoke, a look of disgust appeared in Yeli's eyes.

"But the Annamese are greedy and insatiable. Despite the country's abundant resources, with three harvests of rice every year and grain piled up in the granaries, they are unwilling to give up any grain."

This humble monk knows that Commander Zhang has a compassionate heart. The Ming Dynasty's acquisition of Annam's grain is intended to relieve the poor and needy throughout the land; this is an act of accumulating merit.

Yang Jishi's lips twitched involuntarily. Had this Tibetan envoy been bewitched by Zhang Yunxiu? His every word was filled with worship for Zhang Yunxiu, as if he were a living Buddha.

However, this mentality is understandable. After all, even in the Ming Dynasty, many people fell for Zhang Yunxiu's "trick," let alone these monks who have been eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddhist scriptures for many years.

He sighed softly and said, "Then why did the master have a conflict with the Annamese?"

"This humble monk was thinking of the well-being of all people." Yeli's eyes looked matter-of-fact. "Since the Annamese wanted to obtain the true scriptures, they should have to give something in return. This humble monk couldn't stand it, so I went to reason with them. Those Annamese were so unreasonable that they actually fought with us. Coincidentally, we encountered fireworks in the market, which caused an explosion. Fortunately, no innocent people were injured."

After hearing this, Yang Jishi couldn't help but chuckle. Was the truth really as they had said at night?

Seeing that it was not a good idea for the monks to stand there, Yang Jishi found several doctors and gave them instructions.

"May the masters heal their wounds properly, and may the glass on their heads be cleaned off completely, so that it does not remain in their skin."

"Thank you, Dr. Yang, for your help."

The senior monks bowed respectfully to Yang Jishi and then slowly entered the clinic.

Standing in the darkness for a long time, Yang Jishi finally let out a heavy sigh of relief after he could no longer see any familiar faces.

A servant in blue robes approached and asked, "Sir, are you going back to rest today?"

Yang Jishi waved his hand helplessly: "No, I won't. I'll stay at the clinic tonight."

"Yes." The servant in blue nodded slightly.

After thinking for a moment, Yang Jishi gave the instructions.

"Go and talk to the doctor who treated the Annamese envoy, and ask him to use less anesthetic."

"what?"

The servant in blue was somewhat surprised.

For several days in a row, the afterglow of the Lantern Festival had not yet dissipated, and legends about that day were still circulating in the streets and alleys of the capital city of the Ming Dynasty.

"On that day, Zhang Shiyuan, the newly appointed commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, stunned the entire audience with his poem 'Ode to the Lantern Festival,' wow!"

The street storyteller's head-shaking and swaying movements, his exaggerated and dramatic intonation, were extremely over-the-top.

"The lights in front of the twelfth floor are like fire, and the moon outside Siping Street is like frost."

He even seemed somewhat intoxicated when reciting poetry.

"Such exquisite poetry can only be compared to Xin You'an, who recited 'Qing Yu An: Lantern Festival'!"

If an ordinary scholar were to pass by, he would surely scoff at the storyteller's exaggerated words. Zhang Yunxiu's quatrain is indeed wonderful, but it is only of this dynasty. How can it compare with the poets of the Tang and Song dynasties?

However, for ordinary people, this is exactly what they want to hear for fun. If you don't exaggerate a bit, they won't be happy to listen.

Zhu Yaoying was dressed in a scholar's robe and had her hair tied up in a bun. She looked just like a handsome young man. Only by dressing like this could she secretly go out to see the bustling market.

Even she couldn't keep a straight face when she heard the storyteller's words, and couldn't help but scold him softly.

"These storytellers are good at grabbing attention. Zhang Shiyuan's poem is wonderful, but after their praise and criticism, it makes him seem like he's just trying to gain fame."

Liu Wan'er, dressed as a servant girl in green, was biting into a large sesame seed cake, almost burying her face in it. After hearing the princess's worry, she looked up and said...

“Young Master Zhang doesn’t care. After all, this poem was written out of necessity, and ordinary people can arrange it as they please.”

Zhu Yaoying noticed the change in Liu Wan'er's tone and couldn't help but sneer.

"What? Now you call me Young Master Zhang instead of Commander Zhang? That makes it sound more intimate."

Liu Wan'er blushed slightly and retorted without backing down.

"Your Highness returned to your room late that night, her face flushed. I saw Young Master Zhang there. What exactly did you two do?"

Zhu Yaoying's face flushed red instantly, and she retorted.

"Nonsense! How could I possibly stay out all night?"

She immediately began to recall that night. She didn't seem to have given anything away. She was careful when she returned to her room. She only accidentally ran into Liu Wan'er who was getting up in the middle of the night. How could Liu Wan'er have known that she had a "secret meeting" with Zhang Yunxiu?
Zhu Yaoying was torn between her inner thoughts and her own, while Liu Wan'er smiled slyly. She had only been guessing, but seeing the princess's expression, she already knew the answer. Just as the two were "confronting each other," the storyteller suddenly shouted as he got into the story.

"But Liu Yongning, not to be outdone, was determined to show the envoys of the vassal states the magnanimity of a talented scholar from the Great Ming Dynasty. His poem, 'Watching the Tribute from All Nations on the Lantern Festival,' was so moving that it made the princes and ministers present applaud in admiration."

The storyteller's voice had a varied intonation, with highs and lows.

"Unfortunately, Liu Yongning was ultimately a doctor, and he mostly read medical books; he was still somewhat lacking in the art of poetry."

The storyteller, well-versed in the psychology of his audience, delivered a captivating tale of a Lantern Festival poetry gathering.

Immediately, some listeners couldn't bear it any longer and asked loudly.

"Mr. Wang, stop keeping us in suspense and tell us quickly how Liu Yongning will break the deadlock. If he is chosen as the top scholar, I'm afraid the scholars present will not agree to it."

The storyteller, with an unhurried demeanor, leisurely sipped his tea, and the audience immediately understood.

With a series of clanging sounds, countless copper coins were thrown into the "colored basin".

Seeing that the "colorful basin" was full, the storyteller then continued his tale, nodding and swaying his head.

"How could I agree? How could I possibly agree? Those who made it into the top two ranks at the Lantern Festival riddle contest were all prominent figures. The officials of the court were all graduates of the imperial examinations, and their literary talents were outstanding. How could they not see the problem with this poem?"

He paused here for a moment.

"But what they didn't know was that this Liu Yongning was no ordinary person."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yaoying froze. She and Liu Wan'er exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.
Has Zhu Yaoying's fabricated identity been exposed?
Some audience members asked questions in support of the event.

"Just who is this Liu Yongning?"

The storyteller sighed and said, "I've only heard this secondhand; you can just listen to it."

He leaned down and lowered his voice.

"I've heard that Liu Yongning has an unusual relationship with Commander Zhang."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly froze, and everyone wore strange expressions. One person said with a half-smile.

"This commander actually favors the south wind?"

The storyteller smiled without saying a word, and then gave an irrelevant answer.

"Speaking of which, Commander Zhang is truly enviable. At such a young age, he is highly regarded by His Majesty, and his father is the Grand Secretary of the court. He is riding high on success and has no shortage of money or silver."

"Think about it, if you were Zhang Shiyuan, what would you do every day?"

Immediately, a man in the crowd revealed a lecherous grin.

"Hehe~ I'm definitely going to marry ten wives, and eat big fish and big meat every day."

Everyone around him looked at him with disdain, but deep down they all agreed with him.

Immediately, I started to make connections.

Zhang Shiyuan was a prodigy from a young age, and there was never any record of him frequenting brothels. Apart from the rumors about that Japanese woman, it seemed that no other woman had ever been involved with him.

Most importantly, upon hearing that the Japanese woman was as beautiful as a fairy, Zhang Shiyuan was still able to remain unmoved by her beauty, which naturally led to all sorts of fantasies.

"I never imagined that someone as Commander Zhang would have such an unspeakable secret."

"That's because you're ignorant. In the homes of high-ranking officials and nobles, who doesn't keep a few male prostitutes?"

"If it's novel, that's fine, but I'm afraid the Zhang family line will end, and what a waste of their vast wealth in Xishan."

The discussion among the crowd grew increasingly heated, with people showing great excitement about discussing the secrets of the top elites.

However, Zhu Yaoying was furious.

"You're the man! Your whole family are men! You're all from the south wind!"

Liu Wan'er, holding the princess's hand, hurriedly comforted her, afraid that someone would notice.

"Your Highness! Your Highness! Calm down! He's a man! Don't take the words of a foolish commoner to heart!"

After finally managing to pull Zhu Yaoying out of the crowd, Liu Wan'er was covered in sweat.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead and said.

"Your Highness, we still need to have Mr. Dongbi examine the Empress today, so let's head back first."

"Public opinion is a fearful thing! Public opinion is a fearful thing!"

Zhu Yaoying said angrily.

If it weren't for my status, I probably would have gone up and torn the storyteller's mouth off.

Liu Wan'er carefully observed the princess's expression. Judging from how much she cared, she absolutely refused to believe that nothing had happened between the princess and Zhang Yunxiu that day.

"The pulse at the cun position is slippery, rapid, and forceful; upon deep pressure, there is no sign of dispersion. The pulse at all three positions is of equal depth and does not cease upon pressure. The fetal development is stable, and the pulse is peaceful."

After Li Shizhen diagnosed Consort Wang's pulse with his fingertips, he gave instructions to the palace maid beside him.

"Please place the stethoscope on Her Majesty's chest and abdomen."

Through the curtain, the palace maids assisted in the inspection as instructed by Li Shizhen.

This stethoscope has been improved many times by Xishan and has become increasingly sophisticated. In fact, it was even extended a bit so that it could be used to examine Consort Wang.

"No abnormal murmurs were heard in the lungs, and there were no obvious 'rales' or 'wheezes' during breathing. The heart rhythm was normal and there were no murmurs."

As Li Shizhen spoke, Zhu Yaoying took notes behind him, conducting an extremely meticulous examination of Consort Wang.

After nearly an hour of examination, Li Shizhen spoke softly.

"Your Majesty, please rest. The pregnancy is progressing smoothly, so there is no need to worry too much."

After saying this, he left Consort Wang's bedchamber with Zhu Yaoying.

Zhu Yaoying couldn't help but exclaim, "Mr. Li's medical skills have become increasingly refined. This set of examinations is much clearer than before."

Compared to the vague and cryptic pronouncements of doctors in the past, this examination and judgment were clearly more straightforward and based on evidence.

Li Shizhen smiled and stroked his beard, saying, "It has to be that kid Zhang Shiyuan who came up with this system. Medical schools are constantly developing new theories, and countless pregnant women are being treated in clinics. Over time, the doctors in clinics are naturally becoming more and more skilled."

Compared to the past, when doctors in the Imperial Medical Academy only diagnosed the royal family, the senior physicians at Renmin Medical Hall now see two to three hundred patients a day, and their proficiency is naturally incomparable.

He let out a heavy sigh, as if a great burden had been lifted.

"Since the beginning of my four-month pregnancy, the fetus has entered a stable period, and we can finally relax a bit."

Zhu Yaoying nodded slightly.

Living in constant fear in the palace, everything finally got back on track after I came to Renmin Medical Clinic.

It seems that Consort Zheng in the harem has also given up her efforts.
She couldn't help but squint, wondering what kind of conflict would arise if Consort Wang were to give birth to a prince.
(End of this chapter)