Li Wufeng was also shocked by the four black-armored guards, but he was someone from the later generation. He pretended to be calm and said loudly,"I am the owner of this manor, Li Wufeng, the son of Duke Wei, Li Jing!”
Although he did not know why this place was heavily guarded, Li Wufeng knew very well that if he did not reveal his identity in time, it was very likely that he would be killed on the spot as an assassin by the four black-armored soldiers.
Sure enough, after knowing Li Wufeng's identity, the four black-armored soldiers lowered their morale and retreated to the side.
"San Lang, come in!"
"Come, greet your uncles. Don't talk too much and stay here quietly.”
A dignified voice came from the main hall, and the four black-armored soldiers immediately let them pass.
After entering the house, Li Wufeng saw that it was already surrounded by people. The person in the lead was wearing a black Confucian robe. He looked burly and was eight feet tall.
Li Jing!
A name immediately popped up in Li Wufeng's mind. It was his deadbeat father.
Qin Qiong was a tall and thin man with a sallow complexion.
Cheng Yaojin, Yuchi Gong!
The two muscular men were like iron towers, especially the one at the back. They were really dark.
As expected of the black yak!
Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui, Wei Zheng…
As Li Wufeng looked at them one by one, names kept appearing in his mind.
They were all famous people of the Great Tang!
However, their expressions were very ugly at this moment. They were all staring at a man in a golden dragon robe on the bed.
Li Shi Min!
In the third year of Zhenguan, Li Shimin was only thirty years old, and he had been in the military for more than ten years.
Li Shiming's face was flushed, and his nose was flapping violently. It seemed that he had a high fever.
Liu Siying had also arrived, but she stood beside Li Wufeng and couldn't get close to Li Shiming.
"What's going on? Li Shi Min is so sick? This is the rhythm of dying. Could it be that he's going to die just because I'm here?”
Li Wu Feng looked at Li Shi Min's appearance and couldn't help but think maliciously.
"Liu Zhengfu, how is the emperor?”
Du Ruhui asked. His question represented everyone's question.
However, the imperial physician was checking his pulse and could not answer Du Ruhui's question.
"What's going on? Hasn't the Emperor recovered from his cold? Why did it turn into a febrile illness now?”
Cheng Yaojin was anxious and asked loudly,
"If you can't cure the emperor, be careful that I, Old Cheng, will chop you up!”
"Fourth brother, don't be rude! Don't disturb Silvester's diagnosis!"
Qin Qiong hurriedly shouted at Cheng Yaojin to stop him from causing any more trouble.
"Second Brother Qin, this Imperial Physician is really not something? He didn't say anything for a long time. I felt uncomfortable looking at him!”
Only Qin Qiong was able to restrain this Duke of Lu, causing Li Wufeng, who was watching from the side, to involuntarily wipe away his sweat.
This boorish man was different. He was always fighting.
"Reporting to Duke Lu, the emperor remembers the people, so he asked this lowly official to hide it from you. It had been raining heavily these few days. The emperor had accidentally injured his arm yesterday. The emperor's cold has turned into a febrile illness, but don't worry, I've already thought of a prescription. As long as I get the medicine for the emperor to take, there will be no problem.”
Hearing that Li Shi Min was infected by his own injury and not an assassin as he had imagined, Li Wu Feng let out a sigh of relief.
As for the other big shots, when they heard the imperial doctor's words, they also heaved a sigh of relief. It was good that the emperor was fine.
[Ding-dong. The host's chance to show off has arrived. Please prepare to accept the following God-level selection mission!]”
"Option 1: Use your knowledge to save Emperor Taizong. Reward: a map of the current world!”
"Option 2: Don't interfere, don't ask, and wait for the imperial physician's treatment. Reward: Li Yuan's sword, Dragon Spring Sword!”
Li Wufeng was suddenly moved. To be able to obtain Retired Emperor Li Yuan's sword without doing anything, this was, after all, an imperial gift.
Although he didn't know how the system would reward him, Li Wufeng knew that it would definitely reward him with this sword in a very reasonable way.
But whether or not he should try and save Tang Taizong, Li Wufeng couldn't decide for a moment.
If he failed, he would lose his head. The system did not give him any hints, so how could he save him?
Moreover, there were so many big shots here. He was just a profligate son. It was better to wait and see.
However, things did not seem to be as simple as he thought!
Just as Li Wufeng was sizing up the emperor, he suddenly heard the unconscious Li Shiming stutter," Cold…I'm so cold…so cold…"
At this time, the imperial physician had just finished writing the prescription and asked someone to get the medicine. When he heard Li Shimin's words, he immediately ordered the servant,"Hurry up! Quickly prepare a brazier and add a blanket. We can't let His Majesty catch a cold again!”
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