Farmer of Shu Han Chapter 890

Chapter 890 False and true

"Diabetes?"

"Yes." Feng Yong nodded, "It's diabetes."

Sweet craving is not a problem.

Just get enough exercise.

Just like Guan Ji.

If you don't get enough exercise, it's okay to keep your mouth shut.

But in this era, fat meat is the most delicious food for people.

But as an emperor, he is addicted to sweets and eats meat and fat every day, plus wine and sex, so it is normal for San Gao to come to his door.

The rich people in later generations, especially those nouveau riche, because of eating habits, the most common diseases, three highs accounted for a large part.

Coincidentally, Feng Cishi had been in the circle of rich people for a period of time in his previous life, so he naturally knew more about this disease.

Now Feng Yong suspects that Cao Pi actually died prematurely because of the "high blood sugar" in the third high school, which eventually caused complications.

And hyperglycemia and diabetes and their complications, in this era is known as diabetes.

Of course, in addition to the previous prerequisites, Feng Yong doubted that Cao Pi had high blood sugar, the most important thing was because of the article written by Cao Pi himself:

"When Zhu Xia is in autumn, there is still summer heat, drunk and hangover, eating under cover, sweet but not sweet, crisp but not sour, cold but not cold, long and juicy, relieves restlessness and quenches thirst."

"Zhending Royal Pear, as big as a fist, as sweet as honey, as crisp as a water chestnut, can relieve troubles and thirst."

Whether it is rose apples or Zhending Yuli, Cao Pi took the trouble to say that they "relieve troubles and quench thirst" and "relieve troubles and thirst".

Diabetes has an obvious symptom, that is, excessive thirst, fondness for drinking, and dry mouth.

In fact, from Cao Pi's own experience, there is no reason for his body to be too weak.

Because he learned how to ride a horse since he was a child, and began to fight with Cao's wife when he was ten years old.

After becoming the emperor, he often led the army to march around.

Let's not mention the results of the battle, but after long-term training, Cao Pi's body must have a solid foundation.

Moreover, he hastily made Cao Rui the prince until he was dying.

It can also reflect his confidence in his body from the side.

So **** 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 big man.

The most important thing is that high blood sugar is hereditary.

And high blood sugar is often accompanied by diabetes.

Diabetes affects the quality of tadpoles…

So the early death of Cao Rui's three sons and one daughter may really be related to this disease.

One pass and all pass.

Feng Yong only felt that his eyes suddenly became clear.

Intelligence is not just to inquire about news, but also needs to screen a large amount of information in the later stage.

At the same time, it also requires extremely high sensitivity, piecing together seemingly irrelevant information into intelligence enough to spy on the opponent's intentions.

The counselors of this era, or people with high IQs, often do this.

It depends on talent.

Governor Feng is not that talented, but he has knowledge that is not available in this era.

knowledge is power!

After Feng Yong's reminder, Zhang Xingyi also remembered.

"It is possible that Cao Rui's health has not been very 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 a false emperor. This story spread throughout Luoyang."

This news, the big man actually didn't know until more than a year later.

Because at that time, the infiltration of the big Han into the Wei State was limited to Chang'an at most.

Unlike now, Xi Zuo can already pass the news of Luoyang back to the big man.

Over the years, a lot of money and food have been thrown out, and Governor Feng deliberately turned Nanxiang into a holy place for rangers, and rangers have become a spy force that can be used.

"How do you say this?"

Feng Yong didn't understand for a while.

"Alang, think about it, Cao Rui was only twenty-three or four-year-old at the time, and he was young and strong. If he was not in poor health, how could the Cao Bian easily believe that Cao Rui died of illness?"

Feng Yong heard the words, but shook his head:

"This can only be regarded as 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 Wei's thieves. His physical condition must be a top secret. Let alone Wei Chen, it is difficult to find out."

Feng Yong naturally knew that this matter was not easy.

I saw him pondering for a while, and then said slowly:

"It is difficult to inquire about Cao Rui's physical condition, but what about the Cao family's family members? It must be easier, right?"

If Cao Pi really suffers from diabetes, then there must be a certain probability that Cao's family members will also suffer from this disease.

Thinking of this, Feng Yong continued, "We can expand the scope a bit, and we can inquire about Cao's mother clan."

"The focus is on Cao Pi's mother family, the Bian family. If someone in the Bian family has diabetes, then Cao Pi has at least seven levels of possibility of suffering 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:

"Milk thirst can be passed from parents to children, that is to say, it is a family disease."

"If Cao Pi really got diabetes, it might have been passed on to him by Cao Cao or the Bian family."

"So I asked people to inquire about the Cao family's clan and the Bian family. As long as these two families have this disease, then Cao Pi must have suffered from diabetes."

You have this kind of disease in your family, and you keep talking about "eliminating restlessness and quenching your thirst" all day long. What else can it be except diabetes?

"Of course, it is also possible that the disease was contracted from Cao Pi's generation. If this is the case, we can only inquire about the news from Cao Pi's descendants."

"We are going from easy to difficult now. After all, it is much easier to inquire about the situation of the Cao family and the Bian family than to only inquire about the physical condition of Cao Pi's descendants."

However, Feng Yong is skeptical that Mrs. Cao and Mrs. Bian have diabetes.

After all, Cao Cao seems to have lived to be in his sixties, while Bian lived even longer, dying only two years ago.

Zhang Xingyi finally understood.

But she suddenly laughed again:

"If you really want to inquire about the physical condition of the Cao family's family members, Alang is much easier than the spies."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Feng Yong was taken aback for a moment, then immediately understood, "Cao Zijian?!"

Zhang Xingyi joined hands together:

"Exactly! Didn't Cao San say that Cao Zijian was in poor health at the beginning of spring this year? Why don't Alang write a letter and ask how the situation is in the name of asking about his health?"

"Wonderful!" Feng Yong laughed, "God helped me!"

Historically, the old thief Sima found out the physical condition of the old demon Zhuge through insinuating.

Now I, the ghost king Feng, openly ask about the physical condition of the Cao family. Well, I am at least one level higher than the old thief Sima.

"Si Niang, hurry up and draft a letter for me, and see how to ask."

Governor Feng said impatiently.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiaosi gave him a blank look:

"You asked your sister to write for you two months ago, and now you ask me to write it for you. If this letter really gets into Cao Zhi's hands, what do you think he will think?"

Uh, I was happy for a while, but I forgot about it.

Xijun's handwriting is iron painted with silver hooks, combining hardness and softness.

However, Xiao Si's handwriting is soft and romantic, subtle and tactful.

"Then let someone inquire first, and write this letter after a while."

Xijun's body hasn't fully recovered yet, let's talk about it after confinement.

Anyway, there is no rush for this kind of thing.

Feng Yong is not in a hurry, but Cao San is very anxious.

"His Royal Highness, how are you doing?"

He came back from Shu happily, but got the news that King Chen was seriously ill, and Cao Sanru was bitten by lightning.

"I can't die yet."

Cao Zhi, who was half lying on the couch in a robe, had a sallow complexion and a little red blood in his eyes. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Cao San, mocking himself:

"My eyes are struggling to see things recently, please get closer."

Cao San hurriedly moved to the bed.

"What's going on in Liangzhou?"

"Feng Langjun..."

"I'm talking about Liangzhou."

"Liangzhou..."

Cao San didn't expect Cao Zhi's first question to be this. He didn't have any preparations at the moment, so he muttered a bit, and then said:

"Liangzhou...Liangzhou, still, okay."

"Liangzhou has always been a place of rebellion. When Shu people entered Liangzhou and encountered natural disasters, did no one make rebellion?"

"No, not only not, but in Feng...Feng Langjun..."

"It's Feng thief."

Beside him, a literary defense official sent by the imperial court interjected.

Cao San didn't dare to speak anymore, and glanced at Cao Zhi.

Cao Zhi nodded:

"Feng Wenhe has repeatedly offended our Great Wei, but he is an extremely evil person. He is indeed Feng's thief."

"Yes, it is Feng thief. Feng thief is good at winning people's hearts. Liangzhou is willing to obey his orders regardless of Han or Hu. Therefore, although there is a white disaster, no one makes trouble."

"Impossible!" The literary defense assistant said again, "Liangzhou is a bitter and cold place, and the folk customs are fierce, especially those barbarians, who usually make trouble if they have nothing to do."

"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 during this trip."

Cao Zhi said calmly.

"yes."

Cao Sande received the order, not only told what he had seen and heard in Liangzhou, but even told what he saw in Hanzhong.

After listening to the literature defense assistant, he asked many questions unwillingly.

Cao Zhi became impatient:

"Are you asking enough? If not, can you let me finish asking before you ask?"

The literary defense assistant obviously didn't expect Cao Zhi to say that suddenly, he froze for a moment, his face became a little ugly.

Cao Zhi was not afraid at all, and sneered:

"This is Prince Chen's Mansion, not the palace, and it's not Tingchongguan (that is, the prison of Wei Guoju). If you don't accept it, you can go to the secret performance and let your majesty come down and blame me."

Auxiliary officials for literary defense are personnel sent by the imperial court to monitor the palace. Which clan would dare to disrespect them?

Now that Cao Zhi directly humiliated him, the other party's face became even uglier.

He snorted immediately, flicked his robe sleeves, and left directly.

"King Chen..."

Cao San looked at Cao Zhi worriedly.

"It doesn't matter." Cao Zhi's complexion was not good, but 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 who were about to die, and now there are only more than 30 people who have children who are seven or eight years old and sixteen years old."

"At the beginning of this year, when I went to court to see Your Majesty, Your Majesty still wanted to recruit from among these people. Now, although I am a prince, I want to be a commoner, but I can't get it."

Speaking of this, Cao Zhi smiled miserably, "This is the case in the mansion, why should we be afraid of losing something?"

Such disrespectful remarks, if it were in Cao Pi's era, Cao Zhi would not dare to say it.

But now I can be regarded as the emperor's uncle of His Majesty, and he is also a close emperor's uncle.

My emperor's elder brother didn't kill himself, so can this nephew His Majesty still kill himself?

Cao San heard the words, but burst into tears:

"Your Highness, the big gifts from Feng Jun, such as brown sugar, wool, honey wine, etc., were all seized by him. How could you say that nothing was lost?"

"Feng Jun's heart, I know it! What's the difference if you don't reach the ceremony?" Cao Zhichang sighed, "I only hope that Feng Jun will not blame me for sending you, but because I have an impure heart. "

Cao San wiped away tears, carefully took out a letter from his bosom, and held it in front of Cao Zhi with both hands:

"Chen Wang, this is a letter written by Feng Jun himself."

"It's a rare thing, and I didn't get detained."

Although Cao Zhi said it mockingly, his eyes were shining with joy, and at the same time he stretched out his hand to take the letter a little hastily.

"Has been seen..."

"It's okay, it's expected."

Cao Zhihun said indifferently.

As he spoke, he opened the letter and read it.

The contents of the letter are just some words of greeting, and at the same time express their admiration for Cao Zhi's literary talent.

There is no word that should not be mentioned.

It makes people feel very comfortable, but also makes people feel very sad.

The comfort is because Feng Jun knows how to measure, but the sad thing is that even the Shu people know their situation.

Carefully and carefully read the last word, Cao Zhi realized that Cao San did not know when, holding another scroll with both hands, and presented it to him.

Cao Zhi couldn't help being a little surprised: "What is this?"

"Feng Jun learned that the villain was sent by His Highness, and overjoyed, he wrote a poem and dedicated it to His Highness."

"Oh, show me quickly!"

Cao Zhi couldn't wait to unfold the scroll.

"Good word!"

Aside from the standpoints of the two parties, just judging people by words, Feng Langjun is worthy of being a figure on the battlefield, and there is a sharp air between the lines.

"Will have wine?"

Just seeing the first sentence, Cao Zhi couldn't help but take a deep breath.

What a majestic momentum!

But this is indeed in line with Cao Zhi's perception of Feng Yong.

After all, the song "The Road to Shu" is exactly this style.

"Feng Langjun's work is already a style of his own!"

Cao Zhi couldn't help sighing.

By the time he saw "I am born to be talented", Cao Zhi's complexion began to flush a little, and his breathing became heavy.

When he saw "Zijian used to have a banquet in the past, he had a feast of banquets and had a lot of fun with wine", Cao Zhi finally burst out laughing.

He suddenly turned over and sat down, calling:

"Where is the fine wine that Feng Jun gave me?"

"Your Highness?"

Cao San's heart skipped a beat, feeling a little bad.

Cao Zhi ignored him, took off the long sword on his bed, walked to the door with bare feet, and shouted:

"Where is the literary defense assistant?"

"Your Highness?"

Cao San wanted to pull Cao Zhi back, but Cao Zhi threw off his hand abruptly, and went straight to the place where the literary defense assistant usually was.

If I saw a bunch of wine jars and boxes that hadn't been untied from the ropes, it goes without saying that they must be gifts from Feng Langjun.

The literary defense assistant officer who was counting items couldn't help being surprised and angry when he saw Cao Zhi barging in barefoot and disheveled:

"What does Your Highness want?"

Cao Zhi laughed loudly:

"I am here to take the gift from Feng Jun."

"This is the property of a thief. Could it be possible that Your Highness really wants to communicate with the thief?"

"Bah! Feng Jun and I are friends of gentlemen, you bastards, don't insult others too much!"

Cao Zhi drew his sword out of its sheath with a "clang", pointed at the literary defense assistant, and shouted:

"When a guest lives in someone else's house and insults his master, even the common people know that he is an evil guest. What's more, you are an official? Let alone robbing people, do you want to be a thief?"

The literary defense assistant saw that the tip of the sword had already pointed to his nose, and then saw that Cao Zhi's eyes were already red. He knew that he was just getting angry, so he didn't dare to provoke him anymore.

I had to force myself to laugh:

"Your Highness was joking, the villain is just counting things for His Highness."

"Why do I need you to count my things, get out, get out!"

The literary defense assistant officer's face was green and white, but he didn't dare to say any more, so he had to walk out with his head in his arms.

Cao Zhi let out a bad breath, laughed, threw the sword away, then picked up a jar of wine, and slapped Fengni.

The rich aroma of wine immediately filled the room.

"Spicy wine!"

It was the day, the Literary Defense Assistant Officer of Chen Wangfu wrote a memorial to the court overnight:

"Chen Wang got the letter from Feng thief, suddenly went mad, barefooted, and raised his sword to assassinate his ministers. He was extremely disobedient and rude, and he lost the prince's face. After that, he drank all night long, saying that 'only the drinker keeps his name. '..."

The original plan of the literary defense assistant officer was to blackmail the 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 really stab himself with a sword.

At the moment, he just gave up temporarily, and then sent someone to send out his memorial overnight.

Unexpectedly, in the early morning of the second day, before the literary defense assistant officer woke up, there was a crying cry from Chen Wangfu:

"It's not good! Your Highness vomited blood and fainted!"

(end of this chapter)

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