After a few rounds of greetings, the British Duke's topic was touched by Emperor Chu.

"In the morning court today, I looked at the emperor's face still a little pale, as if his vitality had not returned, but he was holding on to the court. Yunzhi, you should give me a clear letter, is the emperor's illness really safe?"

Song Zhiyuan held the jade wine glass and sighed, "There is nothing to hide. The emperor's illness this time was a timely epidemic. He came urgently and violently, and he had a fever. He finally retreated and rose up again, and he was not easy to bear it. Now it happened that Master Buhui had a major prescription for this time of epidemic. It was a little different from previous years. It was better to prescribe the right medicine."

He told the story in a picky manner, but did not completely talk about the dangers. Some things do not need to be so complete and careful. Even if the emperor was the Duke of England, he would not have explained them clearly.

"After all, I have passed a serious illness, and I haven't been completely cured yet. Even if I have recovered, I have to rest carefully to make it safe." Song Zhiyuan said: "But you also know who we emperor is, who is diligent and loves the people, and there are a lot of memorials and state affairs. How could he really be a hand-off manager and rest at peace? Even if he has to hold on, he has to go to court to handle the government affairs."

The British Duke nodded: "The Emperor is indeed a wise ruler."

"That's exactly what you said, so you said he was not wrong. As long as you keep it carefully, it will be safe." Song Zhiyuan said with a smile.

The British Duke breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes rolled, and he sighed, "That's good. The emperor is the king of a country and the emperor of the Nine Five. The entire Daqing has to rely on him to preside over it, especially now that the Eastern Palace is empty, the world is even more chaotic. He is safe and will be in Da'an."

Song Zhiyuan smiled faintly: "Isn't what I think? But after this, I'm afraid the emperor has made up his mind." Gu Ji

The British Duke's heart suddenly felt like he was scratched by a cat's claw, and itched so much that he gritted his teeth and asked, "Yi Yunzhi, who does the emperor belong to?"

Song Zhiyuan: "The emperor's mind has always been difficult to figure out, and I dare not speculate on the holy intention. But no matter who we are, it doesn't matter if we are neutral. After all, this huge country, no matter which prince is, it's all the surname Chu."

The British Duke's eyes flashed, thinking about Song Zhiyuan's words, Prince?

Song Zhiyuan had already changed the subject and looked at his son-in-law who was willing to be a servant, saying, "Qi Zhen, you got this commander. He was originally from the Wen family. The Wen family had already taken the King of Zhou's ship. Now that you have been rubbed, you may be a little blocked when you go to take over. After Brother Jin has a drink, you should take the lead early and take the right degree and take over this lack, otherwise the longer you drag it, the more unfavorable it will be."

Speaking of the serious matter, the British Duke had to put the matter aside for the East Palace and said in aligning frame: "Your father-in-law is right. This lack was originally the Wen family, but now the Governor of Jiangnan is even more of the Wen family. A strong dragon does not suppress the local snake. You must be mentally prepared and take care of it."

Qi Jin quickly got up and bowed, "Son knows."

Song Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes and said, "This position is really unexpected. I never thought that the emperor would point to this. It seems that the emperor also intentionally moved the Wen family to shock the King of Zhou. The position is so good that he may not be able to sit firmly, and whether he can truly inherit it is hereditary, but it depends on your means."
Chapter completed!