The two imperial doctors came with a medicine box after a short time, and kept shaking their heads while checking their pulses. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Your Majesty, your illness ......" The imperial doctor wanted to speak and stopped, looking embarrassed.

"Say, I will not sin you." In fact, needless to say, Bei Yiyuan also knew that his life was short, but he just used those bitter soups with precious tonic medicine every day to continue his life.

"The residual poison in your body has penetrated deep into the internal organs, and those prescriptions prescribed by the ministers are only a symptom but not a root cause...... Although what the imperial doctor said was subtle, how could Duoman not understand the meaning.

His face was gloomy, as if he had aged a few years in an instant. No matter how important the responsibility and mission Bei Yiyuan shoulders, he is a mortal in the flesh after all, and it is a blessing that he can wake up after being hit by such a violent poison.

Bei Yiyuan watched the imperial doctors turn around and go out, his heart was full of confusion for the first time, and he was also full of awe of this world. When birth, old age, sickness and death appeared in front of him so cruelly and unexpectedly, he could only passively accept it like this, and he was also at the mercy of it.

It's like a spectator who can only watch his body deteriorate, but he can't do anything about it, and finally he can only compromise until he accepts it calmly.

Duoman's face with sorrow and hesitation has been wrinkled into a pleated bun at the moment, and some things should really be discussed with the emperor.

He pushed Fang Qing out, turned around and came to Bei Yiyuan.

"Father-in-law, you should also go back and rest, I'm okay at the moment." Bei Yiyuan smiled, but that sickly face couldn't deceive anyone.

"Your Majesty, for the sake of Beixin, the old minister has something to say today." As soon as he finished speaking, he already knelt down, and the appearance of the teacher making Bei Yiyuan a little uncomfortable.

"Say whatever you want, why do you need to do that?" Bei Yi stepped forward a few steps away and quickly helped Duoman up.

Duoman shook his body and got up, first let out a long sigh, and then said slowly: "Your Majesty, forgive the slave for saying too much, what the slave is going to say next is related to the future of our Beixin, even if you are going to kill the slave right now, the slave has to say." ”

Bei Yiyuan heard a deep helplessness from his tone, but as an old man who has served Bei Anhuang for most of his life, and a person who has done his best to Bei Xin, even if he really said something rebellious, Bei Yiyuan would not blame him.

"Your Majesty, from your poisoning to today, the slaves have watched you come to the present little by little, and the slaves also know the hardships you have suffered and the sins you have suffered. You don't need to say it, you must know what your body is like! ”

He leaned his back, let out another long sigh, and didn't look at Bei Yiyuan, and said to himself.

"The slave has served the emperor since he was a child, although he is not an official and cannot participate in politics, but the slave accompanies the emperor every day, and he has long regarded the rise and fall of Beixin as his own business. The emperor is gone, this country was originally handed over to you, and the minion, who is half-cut into the ground, should also rest assured. But you are like this, alas, ....... ”

At this point, he suddenly paused and rubbed the corners of his eyes with his hand. But Bei Yiyuan on the side could see it clearly, he was wiping the tears flowing from the corners of his eyes.

"Father-in-law, you don't have to be so sad, since ancient times, no one has died, I haven't taken this to heart at all."

"Your Majesty, the minions will not beat around the bush, in addition to you and the crown prince, Prince Yao, the first emperor also has a prince. It's just that his identity is more special. If it hadn't been for this last resort, the slave would not have said it even if he died, and would have taken him directly to the coffin. ”

"Is there such a thing?" Far from blaming him, Beiyi seemed to have heard great news.

"Who is he? Where is he? ”

Bei Yiyuan was full of joy, his eyes were sparkling, and now, he finally didn't have to be immersed in deep guilt and couldn't extricate himself.

Duoman told everything about Shen Yuqian's life experience, and Bei Yiyuan couldn't have imagined that the person who could help him out of the siege was his friend.

With the first rays of sunlight in the morning, the guy carefully removed the baffle at the entrance of the store piece by piece, and it was still early, and when the store was swept away, it was ready to open.

In the reception room on the second floor, in the bronze incense burner with turquoise inlaid in both ears, a thread of incense is curling, and in the brazier in the corner, the burnt red carbon blocks make a subtle popping sound.

Dressed in a blue robe, with a shallow smile on his bright and jade-like face, he walked to the table, neatly untied the black coat he was wearing, rubbed his cold fingers, and then sat down and opened an account book that had just been sent by the shopkeeper of the garment shop.

The business of "Linglong Fang" and ready-to-wear shops has always been very good, although it has experienced several wars, but it has not had a substantial impact.

Yesterday morning, the guys in the 'Xing Bodyguard Bureau' sent him a letter. The letter was written by Miao Zhi, four full pages, looking at his little sister's graceful little Kai, his heart was indescribably happy and steady.

A short time later, a carriage came at the door, and the tiny bells hanging from the eaves of the carriage "jingled" pleasantly with the jolting of the carriage.

Bei Yiyuan is dressed in plain clothes, but in the end, it is the emperor, and the dragon embroidered with dark gold silk is more dignified and luxurious against the backdrop of the sun.

As soon as the shopkeeper saw the person coming down from the door, he turned his head and sent a guy upstairs to inform Yuqian, but he hurriedly ran to the door and knelt down with everyone in the store.

"The grass people see the emperor, long live the emperor, long live the emperor."

I haven't been out of the palace for a long time, and when I first returned here, Bei Yiyuan felt that my whole heart became comfortable.

He waved his hand to tell everyone to get up, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Shen Yuqian coming quickly. He curled his eyes, and a smile was already on his lips.

Shen Yuqian saluted, and the two went upstairs one after the other.

The layout of the upstairs has not changed, and even the furnishings are exactly the same as before. But the people around them are the only ones left.

Bei Yiyuan's thoughts flew, and he remembered the words in Miao Zhi's song "Water Tune Song Head": People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, which is not wrong at all!

Shen Yuqian personally made tea, only filling two cups, but never spoke first.

The two looked at each other and smiled, then picked up the teacup and drank it silently.

Time flies, and the sunshine on the original face has now faded under the carving of the years. Although the face of the person in front of him was not good, the warm light emanating from his body made Shen Yuqian feel another kind of natural kingly aura.

Not much, Bei Yiyuan finally spoke.

"Brother Yuqian, my life is not long over." In front of his friends, he doesn't need to lift the emperor's shelf, and he doesn't need to beat around the bush.

"Why did the emperor say that? The imperial doctor in the palace has superb medical skills, you will be fine! A look of worry appeared on Shen Yuqian's face, and he comforted anxiously. (To be continued.) )