Chapter 889 False intentions and true intentions
“Dialysis?”
“Yes.” Feng Yong nodded, “It’s diabetes mellitus.”
Sweet craving is not a problem.
As long as you get enough exercise.
Just like Guan Ji.
If you don’t get enough exercise, it’s okay to keep your mouth shut.
In this era, meat and fat are the most delicious things for people.
But as an emperor, he has a taste for sweets and eats meat and fat every day, as well as wine and sex, so it is normal for the three high-ranking officials to come to his door.
The rich people of later generations, especially the nouveau riche, are most likely to suffer from diseases due to their eating habits, and the three high diseases account for a large part.
It just so happened that Feng Jishi had spent some time in the circle of wealthy people in his previous life, so he naturally knew more about this disease.
Now Feng Yong suspects that Cao Pi actually died early because of the "hyperglycemia" caused by No. 3 High School, which eventually caused complications.
Hyperglycemia and diabetes and their complications are known as diabetes mellitus in this era.
Of course, in addition to the previous prerequisites, the most important thing that made Feng Yong suspect that Cao Pi had high blood sugar was the article written by Cao Pi himself:
“When the summer is approaching the autumn, there is still lingering summer heat, and you wake up after being drunk for a long time. If you eat it while covering the dew, it will be sweet but not crisp, cold but not cold, with a long and juicy taste, which can relieve irritability and quench thirst.”
“Zhending Yuli is as big as a fist, as sweet as honey, and as crisp as a water chestnut. It can relieve irritability and thirst.”
Whether he is talking about the sweet apple or the real pear, Cao Pi never tires of saying that they "remove irritability and quench thirst" and "relieve irritability and relieve thirst".
One of the most obvious symptoms of diabetes mellitus is polydipsia, thirst and thirst, and dry mouth and tongue.
In fact, judging from Cao Pi's own experience, there is no reason why his body should be too weak.
Because he learned to ride a horse since he was a child, he began to follow Cao Ren's wife in the southern and northern wars at the age of ten.
After becoming the emperor, he often led the army to parade everywhere.
Let’s not mention the results obtained for the moment, but after long-term training, Cao Pi’s body must be solid.
Moreover, because of his delay in establishing the crown prince, he hurriedly appointed Cao Rui as the crown prince before his death.
It can also reflect his confidence in his body from the side.
So lustful alone is not enough to explain Cao Pi's early death.
Of course, **** is also one of the important reasons.
The dead Cao Pi is not important to the current Han Dynasty.
The most important thing is that high blood sugar is hereditary.
Hyperglycemia is often accompanied by diabetes.
Diabetes affects tadpole quality…
So the early death of Cao Rui's three sons and one daughter might be related to this disease.
One pass can lead to all things.
Feng Yong felt that his eyes suddenly became brighter.
Intelligence is not just about inquiring about information, but also requires screening a large amount of information at a later stage.
At the same time, it also requires extremely high acumen to piece together seemingly unrelated information into intelligence that is enough to spy on the opponent's intentions.
This is what the counselors or highly intelligent people of this era often did.
It depends on talent.
Feng Jishi was not so talented, but he had knowledge that was not available in this era.
knowledge is power!
After Feng Yong’s reminder, Zhang Xingyi also remembered it.
"It is indeed possible that Cao Rui's health has not been good. During the Battle of Longyou, there were rumors in Luoyang that Cao Rui died of illness in Chang'an."
“For this reason, the Cao Bian family also wanted to establish Cao Zhi as the pseudo-emperor. This matter spread throughout Luoyang.”
In fact, Dahan only found out about this news more than a year later.
Because at that time, the Han Dynasty's penetration into Wei State was limited to Chang'an at most.
Unlike now, Xizuo can already send news about Luoyang back to the Han Dynasty.
Over the years, a lot of money and food have been spent, and Governor Feng has deliberately built Nanxiang into a holy land for knights and knights. The knights have become a usable spy force.
"How do you say this?"
Feng Yong didn't understand it for a while.
"Alang, think about it, Cao Rui was only twenty-three or four at that time. He was young and strong. If it wasn't for his poor health, how could Cao Bian easily believe that Cao Rui died of illness?"
Hearing this, Feng Yong shook his head:
"This can only be regarded as a conjecture. The important thing is how to confirm whether Cao Rui's body is really as expected."
Zhang Xingyi also frowned:
"Cao Rui is the leader of the Wei thieves. His physical condition must be a top secret. Not to mention the details, even Wei Chen would have a hard time finding out."
Feng Yong naturally knew that this matter was not easy.
I saw him pondering for a long time, and then said slowly:
"It is certainly difficult to find out about Cao Rui's physical condition, but what about the Cao family members? It must be easier, right?"
If Cao Pi really had diabetes mellitus, then there would definitely be a certain probability that the Cao family members would also suffer from this disease.
Thinking of this, Feng Yong continued, "We can also expand the scope and inquire about Cao's mother clan."
"The key point is the Bian clan, Cao Pi's mother clan. If someone in the Bian clan has diabetes, then Cao Pi is at least seven levels likely to suffer from this disease."
"If someone in the Cao family also suffers from this disease, then Cao Pi must have suffered from diabetes."
Zhang Xiaosi, who had never studied biology, was a little confused.
Governor Feng had no choice but to tell her in detail:
“Dialysis syndrome can be passed from parents to children, that is to say, it is a family disease.”
“If Cao Pi really suffered from diabetes, it may have been passed on to him by Cao Cao or Bian.”
"So I asked people to inquire about the Cao family and the Bian family. As long as these two families have this disease, then Cao Pi must have diabetes."
There is this disease in the family, and you say all day long that you need to "relieve troubles and quench thirst." What else could it be besides diabetes?
"Of course, it is also possible that the disease was contracted from Cao Pi's generation. If this is the case, then we can only find out the information from Cao Pi's descendants."
“We are now doing the easy things first and then the difficult ones. After all, it is much easier to find out about the conditions of the Cao family and the Bian family than just to find out about the physical conditions of Cao Pi’s descendants.”
However, Feng Yong was skeptical that Cao Ren’s wife and Bian had diabetes.
After all, Cao Cao seems to have lived to be over sixty, while Bian lived even longer, dying only two years ago.
Zhang Xingyi finally understood.
But she suddenly laughed again:
"If you really want to find out about the physical condition of the Cao family members, it's much easier for Alang than the spies."
“Huh? What do you mean?” Feng Yong was stunned for a moment, and then he immediately understood, “Cao Zijian?!”
Zhang Xingyi clasped his palms together:
"Exactly! Didn't Cao San say that Cao Zijian was ill in the spring this year? Why don't Alang write a letter to ask how he is doing in the name of asking about his health?"
“Wonderful!” Feng Yong laughed, “God is really helping me!”
Historically, the old thief Sima found out the physical condition of the old demon Zhuge by making insinuations.
Now I, King Feng Gui, am openly asking about the physical condition of the Cao family. Well, I am at least one level higher than the old thief Sima.
“Si Niang, please help me draft a letter quickly and see how I can ask.”
Governor Feng said impatiently.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiaosi rolled his eyes at him:
“You asked my sister to ghostwrite for you two months ago, and now you ask me to ghostwrite for you. If this letter really gets into Cao Zhi’s hands, what do you think he will think?”
Well, I was so happy that I forgot about this.
Xijun's handwriting is made of iron and painted with silver hooks, combining hardness and softness.
But Xiaosi's handwriting is soft and romantic, with subtle connotations.
“Then let people inquire about it first, and then write this letter some time later.”
Xijun's body has not fully recovered yet, and we will wait until after confinement.
Anyway, there is no need to rush things.
Feng Yongyong was anxious, but Cao San was extremely anxious.
“Your Highness, King Chen, how are you doing?”
Came back from Shu happily, but received the news that King Chen was seriously ill, which made Cao Sanru suffer a thunderous attack.
“I can’t die yet.”
Cao Zhi, who was half lying on the couch wearing a robe, his face was a little sallow, and his eyes were a little bloodshot. He squinted at Cao San and laughed at himself:
“It’s been hard for me to see with my eyes lately, please come closer.”
Cao San quickly moved to the couch.
“What’s going on over there in Liangzhou?”
“Feng Langjun…”
“I’m talking about Liangzhou.”
Cao San didn’t expect that Cao Zhi’s first question would be this. He had no preparation at the moment, so he mumbled and then said:
"Liangzhou...Liangzhou, still, okay."
"Liangzhou has always been a place of rebellion. When the Shu people entered Liangzhou and encountered natural disasters, wouldn't there be any rebellion?"
“No, not only not, but also in Feng…Feng Langjun…”
“It’s Thief Feng.”
Next to him, a literary defense officer sent by the imperial court spoke.
Cao San did not dare to say anything anymore and glanced at Cao Zhi.
Cao Zhi nodded:
"Feng Wenhe has repeatedly offended our country, the Wei Dynasty. He is an extremely evil person and is indeed a Feng thief."
"Yes, this is Feng Thief. Feng Thief is good at winning people's hearts. Everyone in Liangzhou, regardless of Han or Hu, is willing to obey his orders. Therefore, even though there was a white disaster, no one caused trouble."
"Impossible!" Literary Defense Auxiliary said again, "Liangzhou is a bitter and cold place, and the people are fierce, especially those barbarians who will cause trouble even if nothing happens."
“How could there be no movement for such a big event last year?”
Cao San looked at Cao Zhi again.
“Just tell me everything you have seen and heard on this trip.”
Cao Zhi said calmly.
"yes."
After receiving the order, Cao San not only told what he had seen and heard in Liangzhou, but also what he had seen in Hanzhong.
After listening to the article, the Auxiliary Officer for Literary Defense asked a lot of questions unwillingly.
Cao Zhi became impatient:
“Are you asking enough? If not, can you let me finish asking first and then ask again?”
The Auxiliary Officer of Literary Defense obviously did not expect that Cao Zhi would suddenly say this. He was stunned for a moment, and his face became a little ugly.
Cao Zhi was not afraid at all and sneered:
"This is Prince Chen's Mansion, not the palace, let alone Tingchongguan (that is, the place where Wei Guojing is held). If you are not convinced, you can go to the secret memorial and let your Majesty convict me."
The Auxiliary Officers of Literary Defense are personnel sent by the imperial court to supervise the palace. Which clan dares to disrespect them?
Now that Cao Zhi had lost face directly, the other party's face became even uglier.
Hunted at that moment, flicked his sleeves, and left directly.
“King Chen…”
Cao San looked at Cao Zhi with some worry.
"It's okay." Although Cao Zhi's expression was not good, his tone was relaxed, "When I first became king, there were only a hundred and fifty soldiers, and they were all old and weak."
"After His Majesty ascended the throne, there were only fifty or sixty people left who were about to die. Now, there are only more than thirty people available, with children aged seven or eight and those aged sixteen."
“When I came to the court to see His Majesty at the beginning of this year, His Majesty still wanted to recruit from among these people. Now, although I am a prince, I want to be a commoner but cannot get it.”
Speaking of this, Cao Zhi smiled miserably, "With things like this in the house, why should we be afraid of missing something?"
Cao Zhi naturally would not have dared to say such disrespectful words during Cao Pi's time.
But now I can be regarded as His Majesty's uncle, and he is also a close uncle.
My own brother, the emperor, did not kill me. Could it be that his nephew, his majesty, could still kill him now?
When Cao San heard this, he burst into tears:
"Your Highness, the great gift given by Mr. Feng, including brown sugar, woolen materials, honey wine, etc., were all seized by him. How can you say that nothing was lost?"
"I already know what Mr. Feng wants! If you don't receive the courtesy, what difference does it make?" Cao Zhi let out a long sigh, "I just hope that Mr. Feng won't blame me for sending you there because you have an impure heart. "
Cao San wiped away his tears, carefully took out a letter from his arms, and held it in front of Cao Zhi with both hands:
“King Chen, this is a letter written by Feng Jun himself.”
“This is rare, it was not detained.”
Although Cao Zhi said it mockingly, his eyes were shining with joy, and he reached out his hand to take the letter in a slight hurry.
“Has been seen…”
“It’s okay, it’s just expected.”
Cao Zhihun said nonchalantly.
As he spoke, he opened the letter and read it.
The content of the letter is nothing more than some greetings, and it also expresses admiration for Cao Zhi's literary talents.
There is not a word that should not be mentioned.
It makes people feel very comfortable, but also makes people feel very sad.
It’s comfortable because Feng Jun knows how to behave. What’s sad is that even the Shu people know their situation.
After reading the last word carefully and carefully, Cao Zhi realized that Cao San had held up another calligraphy scroll at some point and brought it to him.
Cao Zhi couldn't help but be a little surprised: "What is this?"
"Feng Jun learned that the villain was sent by His Highness. He was overjoyed and wrote a poem as a gift to His Highness."
“Oh, show me quickly!”
Cao Zhi couldn’t wait to unfold the scroll.
“Good words!”
Leave aside the positions of both sides, and just look at people by words, Feng Langjun is worthy of being a man on the battlefield, and there is a fierce aura between the lines.
“Will there be wine?”
Just after seeing the first sentence, Cao Zhi couldn't help but take a deep breath.
What a majestic momentum!
However, this is indeed in line with Cao Zhi's understanding of Feng Yong.
After all, the song "The Road to Shu is Difficult" has exactly this style.
“Feng Langjun’s work has become a style of its own!”
Cao Zhi couldn't help but sigh.
By the time he saw "I am born with talents," Cao Zhi's face was already flushed and his breathing became heavy.
Cao Zhi finally burst out laughing when he saw that "Zijian had a banquet in the old days and had a lot of fun drinking and drinking."
He suddenly turned over and shouted:
“Where is the wine that Mr. Feng gave me?”
“Your Highness?”
Cao San felt something bad in his heart.
Cao Zhi ignored him, took off the sword from his bedside, walked quickly to the door barefoot, and shouted:
“Where is the Literary Defense Assistant?”
“Your Highness?”
Cao San wanted to pull Cao Zhi back, but Cao Zhi suddenly threw his hand away and walked straight to where the Literary Defense Auxiliary usually stayed.
If you see a bunch of wine jars and boxes that have not yet been untied, it goes without saying that they must be gifts from Feng Langjun to yourself.
The Auxiliary Officer of Literary Defense who was counting the items saw Cao Zhi barging in with bare feet and disheveled hair. He couldn't help being surprised and angry:
“What does Your Highness want?”
Cao Zhi laughed loudly:
“I’m here to get the gift given to me by Mr. Feng.”
"This is the property of a thief. Does your Highness really want to communicate with the thief?"
"Bah! Jun Feng and I are friends of gentlemen. You and the thieves, don't humiliate me too much!"
Cao Zhi drew his sword out of its sheath with a clang, pointed at the literary defense auxiliary officer, and shouted:
"If you stay in someone else's house and insult your master, even the common people know that you are a bad guest. What's more, you are an official? Let alone robbing other people's things, do you want to be a thief?"
The Auxiliary Officer of Literary Defense saw that the tip of the sword was already pointed at his nose, and when he saw that Cao Zhi's eyes were already red, he knew that he was getting angry, so he did not dare to provoke him anymore.
He had to force himself to smile and said:
“Your Highness was joking, I just counted the items for Your Highness.”
"Why do I need you to count my things? Get out of here!"
The Literary Assistant Officer's face was green and white, but he didn't dare to say anything anymore, so he had to hold his head and go out.
Cao Zhi let out a breath of anger, laughed, threw the sword away, then picked up a jar of wine and patted open the mud.
The strong aroma of wine immediately filled the room.
“What a delicious wine!”
On that day, the Literary Defense Assistant of Prince Chen’s Mansion wrote a memorial to the court overnight:
"Prince Chen got the trust of Feng Thief. He suddenly went crazy. He went barefoot and raised his sword to stab his minister. He was extremely arrogant and disrespectful. He greatly lost the prince's face. After that, he drank all night long. It is said that only the drinker left his name. '…”
Originally, the Literary Defense Assistant’s plan was to extort the calligraphy scroll and send it to Luoyang together.
But looking at Cao Zhi's appearance now, if he really dared to mention this matter, he was afraid that Cao Zhi would actually stab him with a sword.
At the moment, he just gave up temporarily, and then sent someone to send his memorial out overnight.
Unexpectedly, early in the morning on the second day, before the Literary Assistant Officer woke up, a cry with a crying sound suddenly came from Prince Chen’s Mansion:
“It’s not good! His Highness vomited blood and fainted!”
(End of this chapter)