Chapter 2778 The old man has worked very hard, even tried to fall into the water (please subscribe and ask for tickets)

In a posthouse outside Fancheng in the north of Xiangyang, Changsun Wuji was staying in this posthouse at this moment.

At this moment, more than 30 confidant guards sent by His Majesty are standing outside the house, surrounding the house.

As for the officers of the Ministry of Punishment, they were left in the outermost circle. For this, instead of complaining, all the officers wanted to celebrate with each other.

A few days ago, Changsun Wuji suddenly became seriously ill, and he and others had no chance to approach the house.

Although I don't know what kind of illness the old guy had, but after the imperial guards isolated them, it was definitely a good thing for low-ranking officers like them.

Even if Changsun Wuji suddenly rolled his eyes and yanked him directly, they would not bear the main responsibility. The main responsibility should be on this group of forbidden soldiers.

And the brigade commander who was in charge of supervising and escorting Changsun Wuji to the south had already brought the lunch box from the kitchen of the inn.

He pushed open the door and entered the room, and then locked the door behind him. Then he brought the box to the table and handed it to the eldest grandson Zhongping who came forward to meet him.

"Uncle Guo, let's get up and eat..."

Changsun Wuji, who was sitting on the couch, heard this, nodded and smiled at the commander of the Forbidden Army, got up and came to the couch.

Changsun Zhongping put those dishes on the table, of course it can't be a bland and tasteless food for patients with clear soup and little water.

The brigade marshal did not dare to say that it was rich, but at least there was a lot of meat, and there was even half a roast chicken.

The eldest grandson Wuji, who has always been fond of flesh and blood, suddenly opened his eyes, and subconsciously looked at the food box.

The brigade commander understood the uncle Guo's thinking very well, and whispered to Changsun Wuji.

"Uncle Guo, please don't worry, when it's time for dinner, the general will bring over the wine quietly. It would be too ostentatious to use these during the day."

"Well, thank you, General Zhao." Changsun Wuji smiled at Lushuai Zhao, and began to chew heartily.

After almost all the meat on the desk was swept away, Changsun Wuji stroked his belly in satisfaction, got up and returned to the couch to sit down.

Then he lay down slowly, and the eldest grandson Wuji, who was lying on the couch feeding himself, looked at the beam, and kept thinking about Cheng Sanlang making himself pretend to be seriously ill in his mind.

But the question is what kind of serious illness should I pretend to be? Changsun Wuji knew very well that if he really returned to Luoyang to recuperate.

There will inevitably be countless eyes staring at him, and if he is a little careless, he will be criticized by those ministers who have already served the prince at this moment for committing a serious crime of deceiving the emperor.

But the problem is that on the way to the south, I really thought of several ways. I stood at the bow of the boat and blew the cool wind in the middle of the night, but I didn't even have the slightest reaction to catch a cold.

Finally approaching Xiangyang, Changsun Wuji, who was already a little impatient, simply pretended to lose his way and fell into the water.

Sure enough, there were finally signs of fever and cold, which made Changsun Wuji, who was sore all over, secretly happy.

Marshal Zhao, who was accompanying him, finally sent someone to Luoyang to inform His Majesty that he was seriously ill.

But in the end, after landing on the shore, he didn't take any medicine and lay down all night. After waking up, he didn't have a headache anymore, his fever subsided, and he was very energetic.

This made Changsun Wuji very disappointed, even Te Niang's cold recovered so quickly.

Then how can I pretend to be sick when I am trapped in the room at this moment? Let them bring a bathtub or a large basin, and sit in it with their buttocks naked before catching a cold?

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Standing by the couch, Changsun Zhongping heard his master's sigh, and approached him in a low voice.

"What is the master's order?"

"Zhongping, tell me, if the doctor sent by His Majesty sees the old man like this, do you think that doctor dare to say that the old man is seriously ill?"

"...Master, villain, I think it should be possible, after all, this is a strategy drawn up by His Majesty."

"..." Changsun Wuji nodded slowly, then shook his head again, it was true that His Majesty told him.

Cheng Sanlang also passed the plan to himself, but in it, he didn't mention what kind of illness he should pretend to be.

This is what hurts Changsun Wuji the most. Only a serious illness, or a serious illness, can delay it for three to five months.

After the enthusiasm gradually dissipated and people stopped paying so much attention, he shaved his hair and became a monk, and escaped into Buddhism.

However, what kind of serious illness can last for three to five months? You can't say that you need to recuperate for three to five months if you have a recurrence of a secret disease, right? Although the old man was relegated to common people, at least he still has to face.

Just when Changsun Wuji was sighing and feeling sad, there was a rush of hoofbeats, approaching from far away.

Soon, Changsun Wuji, who froze his ears, heard Cheng Sanlang's familiar loud voice.

While exchanging pleasantries, Cheng Chubi dragged Lushuai Zhao to the side and muttered softly.

"..." After hearing the report from Marshal Zhao in a low voice, Cheng Chubi couldn't help feeling a little bit pained. He didn't expect this fat man to be in such good health.

Fortunately, I rushed over so quickly that he was cured, so what should I do as a great Tang doctor?

From the corner of his eyes, he saw Wang Yiling standing not far away with an eager expression on his face.

Cheng Chubi could only stride forward, stopped Wang Yiling who wanted to follow him into the house, and gave orders.

"You stay here first, I will go to visit first, and if there is something, I will call you."

Facing Cheng Sanlang's order, Wang Yiling could only stay outside and wait even though he was unwilling in every possible way.

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"Why are you here?"

Changsun Wuji, who was lying on the couch and pretending to be sick, slowly opened his eyes after hearing the greeting.

He glanced at Cheng Sanlang in amazement, and then at the closed door.

Standing in the room, Cheng Chubi looked at the radiant and energetic eldest grandson Wuji speechlessly, and shook his head after a long time.

"It's not just Cheng who came over, there's also Wang's doctor's order from the Imperial Medical Office waiting outside...

I said Uncle Changsun Guo~lightnovelpub.net~ With your appearance, how can you look sick? "

"If that doctor Wang Ling and the guards outside the house see you look like this."

"The old man knows, the old man has worked very hard, okay, he even tried to fall into the water.

But I had a cold for only two days, and I didn't even take any medicine, so I was fine..."

Hearing these words, Cheng Chubi looked at this fatty eldest grandson who could eat and sleep, and felt a little powerless to complain.

Changsun Wuji also spread his hands helplessly, and I am also helpless, okay?

"How about I ask Cheng Sanlang to help the old man think of a way, how to pretend to be sick to deceive Wang Yiling and others."

"The main reason is that Uncle Changsun Guo looks so good, and because you are too fat, it is difficult to disguise the micro-expression of pain."

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