Although Xi'an was a thousand-year-old capital, it has declined since the Song Dynasty. Especially in the late Ming Dynasty, Shaanxi had a severe drought. Even when the peasant army began to revolt in Shaanxi, Xi'an, as an important town in Shaanxi, did not escape this difficulty.

After decades of war, Xi'an was even more depressed. It was not until the Qing Dynasty occupied the Central Plains that Xi'an City gradually recovered. But even so, Xi'an is far from comparable to Beijing City. Not to mention Beijing, even the Central Plains City is much worse.

Although Yin Tai, the governor of Shaanxi and Gansu, began to build a large-scale construction in Xi'an City after learning about the court's hunting, to resettle the royal family and the imperial department, but there was not enough money and time was tight. Until today, the Eighth Prince and his family's palace was only rebuilt from the original Governor's Office. This is quite good. The placement of ordinary officials is almost not much different from that of ordinary families. As for the "criminal officials" brought along the way, let alone their conditions.

Like the weather at minus 20 degrees Celsius, these people live in extremely ordinary houses. These houses are no different from those of the local people. Some of them have no time to repair them, and there is wind leaking on the walls and roofs. In such a cold day, it is really uncomfortable to live in them. Not to mention patients, it is impossible for ordinary people to live in without illness.

When the Eighth Prince came to the place where Zhang Tingyu lived, he saw that the wall had collapsed halfway, and the dilapidated house was leaking everywhere, his face turned dark.

Anyway, Zhang Tingyu is also the chief minister of Shangshu, and they are all arranged by the dead slaves? Such a place is not as good as a pig's nest, and can even live in people?

"I... I've seen the prince..." Hearing that the eighth prince suddenly came, a cavalry school who was burning in the house not far away rushed over and came up with his horse's sleeves to meet.

"Life is a good life." The eighth prince said coldly.

Seeing that the Eighth Prince looked ugly, the question was even more angry. Da Lengtian was so scared that he had a cold sweat on his forehead. He didn't know how to reply to this sentence, so he could only kowtow and blame him for his crime.

"I'll ask you, who installed this place?"

"Slave...slave..."

"Do you know who lives here?"

"Slave should die...slave should die..." The cavalry school kowtowed like pounding onions.

"Come on! Drag and beat him hard!" The eighth prince glanced at the Xiaoqi School in disgust and said directly. The guards who had been guarding aside suddenly rushed forward like wolves and tigers and pulled him down. After a while, the sound of boards and cries came from afar.

"Crown Prince, this place is really not good. Even if this good person lives in, he can't stand it. Besides, Zhang Hengchen is still sick." Geng said from the side.

The eighth prince nodded and was thinking about how to resettle Zhang Tingyu first. A smart vest next to him came forward with a bold courage and said that the place where the Xiaoqi School, who was dragged down just now, lived in a spacious place and caught fire, so it could be temporarily placed.

When the eighth prince heard this, he was very satisfied and immediately asked someone to enter the house to carry Zhang Tingyu out there. When Zhang Tingyu was carried out from the house, his face was covered with a quilt and his eyes were closed. If it weren't for the ups and downs on his chest, it looked no different from a dead person.

After changing the place, entering the warm room as warm as spring, and feeding Zhang Tingyu a sip of hot tea, Zhang Tingyu's face gradually became rosy, but this rosy is abnormal rosy, with obvious flushing, and the forehead feels hot, which is really sick.

The imperial physician brought him to treat the symptoms at the eighth prince's instructions. After a while, he looked at his eyes and mouth and tongue, and then retreated to the outside room.

"how?"

"If you want to go back to the prince, Lord Zhang has typhoid fever and is really unclear about the disease. I will prescribe a prescription first. If it works within two days, it will be saved. If..."

"There is no if." The Eighth Prince interrupted him directly: "Zhang Hengchen is an important official of the country. He must cure him no matter what medicine he uses. As long as he recovers! If he cannot recover, you should know what the consequences are."

"Yes, yes, I understand... I understand..." The doctor nodded repeatedly with a bitter face, then went down to prescribe and decoct the medicine.

"Geng'er!"

"The slave is here!"

"You go find some people, and also notify the Ministry of Internal Affairs to send additional staff to get all the houses of these people, and then find a way to find some carbon. In such a cold day, if this continues, there will be a big problem. No matter what the people have committed before, they are still officials of the court before they are convicted, so they cannot be wronged." The Eighth Prince said with no regret.

Geng E quickly agreed that he was the Minister of War and Minister of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, so he had no problem with this matter, so he immediately made an urgent arrangement.

Zhang Tingyu was seriously ill. After watching the imperial physician feed the medicine, the eighth prince reminded him to go back. Two days later, the imperial physician came to report that due to the timely use of the medicine, Zhang Tingyu's typhoid fever finally suppressed, which means that his life was pulled back from the gate of hell.

I will continue to take the medicine for a while. If everything goes well, I will basically recover in half a month.

Upon hearing the news, the Eighth Prince was immediately overjoyed and rewarded the imperial physician with fifty taels of silver. Then he went to meet Zhang Tingyu in person again.

This time, Zhang Tingyu was much better than last time. Not only could he barely lie up after opening his eyes, but he even recovered his mind.

As soon as he saw the Eighth Prince, Zhang Tingyu struggled to get up, but was held down by the Eighth Prince. He stepped forward to cover Zhang Tingyu with a quilt and told him that he had to rest at this time, so that the etiquette of the monarch and ministers was not necessary to take into account. In addition, the Eighth Prince also added carbon to Zhang Tingyu's room with his own hands, sat beside his bed and said something. Even the medicine boiled by the imperial physician was taken to Zhang Tingyu.

Zhang Tingyu didn't have much to meet this time, but from his complicated eyes, he could see that he was thinking and hesitating. However, the Eighth Prince didn't care. He stayed for an hour and left. In the following days, the Eighth Prince would come almost once a day, but every time he said more and Zhang Tingyu answered less.

Finally, more than ten days later, Zhang Tingyu, who had recovered almost the same time, got up and was about to leave, and he suddenly asked.

"Crown Prince, how about Mr. Emperor?"

The Eighth Prince was stunned at first, then turned around and sat down and said, "If you are worried about Hengchen, the Emperor Ama should be fine now in the palace."

"The prince comes to visit every day these days. I am very grateful, but I still want to ask the prince if he dares to ask the prince. I wonder if the prince allows it?" Zhang Tingyu said to the eighth prince with complicated eyes.

The eighth prince smiled and said, "Since Hengchen said he was a courageous fight, then just ask, it's okay."

"Okay!" Zhang Tingyu also laughed, and then asked, "I asked the prince, why did he do that? What exactly did the prince think in his heart? Can it?"

Although the Eighth Prince had long expected that what Zhang Tingyu would ask was not a good thing, when he asked this, the Eighth Prince was still a little uncomfortable. However, he still looked normal, and he sat there quietly looking at Zhang Tingyu. He saw that there was no fear in Zhang Tingyu's eyes, but only firm and inquired. The Eighth Prince smiled and finally answered.
Chapter completed!