Emperor Qinghua's determination to weaken the power of the King of Weinan suffered a great defeat. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

None of the spies sent to Weinan returned to Beijing to restore their lives, and even the officials sent by the imperial court to Weinan also severed contact with the imperial court.

Emperor Qinghua, who had just received the diagnosis and treatment of the imperial doctor, coughed up a mouthful of blood after seeing this secret report.

"Prince Xuan came to see you. Gao Huai, the chief eunuch, heard the master raise his body and gave a weak command, and then fell heavily on the pillow embroidered with auspicious cloud dragon patterns.

The prince was still reflecting in the temple, and this matter could only be done by Gao Huai himself, so he bowed down and retreated out of the Heart Cultivation Palace.

The weather was already very hot, the door of the huge palace of nourishing heart was closed, even if the palace had cooling facilities, and several ice basins were placed in the four corners, Emperor Qinghua felt that he still couldn't stop the heat wave that came out of his heart, and his back was sweating for a while.

Emperor Qinghua brushed the palace maid who wiped his sweat, and suddenly there was a crisp sound of gold, silver and porcelain falling to the ground, and the maids and officials in the hall all knelt on the ground in fright, trembling, and shouted: "The emperor is angry." ”

As for the anger of the rest, they do not know.

Recently, the saint's consciousness has become more and more unclear, and he is often angry, and several palace people have been killed one after another.

I don't know if I just drank the medicine, Emperor Qinghua was a little groggy, but he didn't let them go, he felt a little sleepy, so he closed his eyelids and slowly fell asleep.

The silence in the whole hall was like a pool of stagnant water, and the palace people lay on the ground, not daring to breathe.

The sky was dark, and the palace people of the Candle Flame Division lit the palace lamps one after another, emitting a dim light.

I don't know how long it took, the little chamberlain kneeling closest to the door only felt that his eyes were dazzled, his whole body was wet with sweat, and his entire lower body was even more unconscious, and finally heard the voice of Gao Huai, the chief administrator, outside the hall.

"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has arrived. ”

The palace of heart cultivation was quiet, and no one dared to disturb the sleeping Son of Heaven.

The night is getting thicker and thicker, and the moonlight is very good tonight, hanging in the middle of the sky, sprinkling a clear light.

Zhao Juwei had been standing outside the hall for two hours.

During this time, he obviously lost a lot of weight, and he looked even more prosperous.

At this time, he was wearing a dark embroidered gold-edged royal robe, standing straight at night, and his upright facial features were shadowed by the light, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

He doesn't look too similar to the Zhao family, but has four or five points of resemblance to Concubine Hao Xian.

Concubine Hao Xian had already sent people to see her son more than once, but they were all sent back by Zhao Juwei.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, please come in. ”

After a long time, the door of the hall was gently opened from the inside, and a sultry air mixed with the smell of medicine rushed to the face, and Zhao Juwei's face was bright and dark under the illumination of the suddenly bright candle flame in the inner hall.

Gao Huai bent down and invited him in, and the door of the temple was slowly closed from the inside.

Zhao Juwei walked into the inner hall and saw the person lying on the dragon couch, his eyes were slightly open, although his face was pale and his breath was slightly short, there was still a trace of light shooting out of his eyes, and he was also looking at him.

"Father, the son is here. His voice was calm, without the slightest hint of joy or panic.

Emperor Qinghua's eyes were dark.

He opened his mouth, only to feel a bitter taste spread from his mouth to his internal organs.

This son was his favorite, and he had always felt guilty, but now, he felt as deep as the sea, so much like himself when he was younger.

At first, he was also silent and unappreciated, but in the end he ......

However, Emperor Qinghua asked himself, he had already given full concern to this son, and he was not dissatisfied with him.

"You're here. ”

The emperor's voice was dark, with a faint coercion, and he motioned for Gao Huai to help himself up, which was very unaccustomed to being looked at condescendingly.

Zhao Juwei stepped forward, carefully helped up the master of the country, put the auspicious cloud dragon pattern pillow behind him, and took the tea Gu in the hands of the palace maid, tried it with a silver needle, and personally served him to drink.

There is a faint smell of medicine, which is about a medicinal diet for the body.

After this action, Emperor Qinghua's facial lines softened a lot, and his voice turned hoarse, so he rinsed his mouth with this lofty hand and patted the corner of the dragon couch, "Sit down, our father and son haven't talked well for a long time." ”

Gao Huai was startled, and quietly packed up his things and retreated.

"Just stand still. Zhao Juwei naturally didn't really sit on the couch of the Son of Heaven, and bowed down, slightly shorter than Emperor Qinghua.

It was hard to maintain this position, but he stood for half an hour.

Emperor Qinghua is still sick in the end, although he is strong, after a long time, his spirit is a little poor, but things are still very organized, and he is the supreme son of heaven after all.

It is for him to take over the affairs of Weinan and send people to inquire about the news, and it is best to collect evidence, so that the imperial court can justifiably recover the fief and military power of the king of Weinan.

After all, he was the prince of the first emperor, and he took it back casually, not to mention the history books, and also gave the other party an excuse.

In fact, Emperor Qinghua did not plan to hand it over to his third son Zhao Luwei from the beginning, but only took up the name, and he was really controlled behind his back.

Jin Yiwei has just returned to his hands, and he has to try it if it is good or not.

The results are clear.

When Zhao Juwei walked out of the Heart Nourishing Palace, Emperor Qinghua had already fallen asleep, and this was the darkest hour before dawn.

The bright moon is almost invisible, and only thick black clouds can be seen faintly in the sky, and the towering palaces around are like giant beasts trapped in them by tall palace walls.

He had been hungry for an afternoon and evening, and he didn't feel uncomfortable at this time, but his heart was heavy, and he couldn't tell what complicated feelings he had.

It's like something that was once very important to you, and someone wants to go back, and you lose it, and then return it to you, but you don't have the little compassion that the giver contained when he first gave it to you, but use the temptation to let you help him.

Zhao Juwei felt that he should not have such ups and downs.

This feeling is very strange, he asked himself, he never had any expectations, and there was no gain or loss, and he didn't want to become a prince and go to the Taimiao and come back, but he had a little more sympathy for that person.

There are palace people leading the way in front and going to his prince's East Palace, so he doesn't have to go back to the Taimiao.

As soon as he turned around, someone stood in front of him, holding hands anxiously and craned his neck to look.

"Your Highness!" Yu Fufei also ran over and looked at him happily, "Your Highness, Niangniang has been waiting for you, go over and eat something!"

Zhao Juwei's heartstrings moved and softened.

It doesn't matter if he is good or bad for himself, and he has never cared about it.