Even if Yuan Hongxuan repeatedly ordered the army to rectify, he was not allowed to disturb the people. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoBut this kind of thing is still getting more and more intense, and it wasn't until Yuan Hongxuan ordered a group of robbers to be beheaded for public display, and those soldiers did not restrain themselves a little.

The gun comes out of power, and this sentence must be true. Under the suppression of Yuan Hongxuan's punishment after punishment, the army finally regained discipline, and the people's morale gradually stabilized.

New Jin City, Imperial Palace, Xuande Palace.

The eye is still resplendent and gorgeous, except for the huge curtains that are in the way. Bei Yiyuan was dressed in a dark yellow embroidered two-dragon bead robe, with a bundle of hair inlaid with jade, purple and gold crowns on his head, even if a charcoal basin was placed in front of the low table, his face still looked so pale as paper, and his lips were a little blue.

He did not squint, holding the red pen in his hand, looking intently at the folds unfolding in front of him, his brows sometimes furrowed, sometimes stretched, and the red pen in his hand kept outlining on the paper.

Leaning slightly, I heard a sound of footsteps coming in from outside the hall. The person who came was a slightly chubby father-in-law named Fang Qing, who was originally Duoman's apprentice. Originally, Bei Yiyuan planned to let Duoman serve as the chief eunuch, but he said that he was old and would rather be a steward in the Internal Affairs Office.

Bei Yiyuan was not reluctant, so he only responded to his request and asked his apprentice Fang Qing to be the chief eunuch.

Fang Qing gathered the white whisker in the crook of his arm, and walked slowly with a tray in his hand.

"Your Majesty, it's time to drink medicine!" His voice was soft, as if he was afraid to disturb the person in front of him.

"Well, ahem.... Put it here! I'll drink it in a moment. Bei Yiyuan only answered, without raising his head, and his mind was all on the stacks of folds in front of him.

"Your Majesty, your health is already not good, so it's better to take medicine while it's hot, so that the servants can rest assured." The secretary of defense is also a dutiful person, only holding the tray and not even moving a step.

Bei Yiyuan raised his head at this moment, and glanced helplessly at the person next to him with slightly bloodshot eyes, and then put down the red pen and picked up the bowl of black-brown decoction in the tray that was still steaming.

"You...!" The bitter medicinal juice flowed down his throat all the way into his abdomen, Bei Yiyuan didn't even frown, he knew that Fang Qing was so stubborn, it was all for the sake of his body.

Thinking of this now fragile body, Bei Yiyuan's heart sank and sank. That day, he was attacked and poisoned by Bei Yiyao from behind, and he was in a coma for ten days, and many doctors had countless methods to save him from the ghost gate. But even so, the residual poison in his body had already entered his heart and could not be discharged at all.

Putting this bad thing behind him, he picked up the pen again, sketching on those seemingly never-ending twists and turns.

Dozens of candles were burning in the hall, and the beating orange flames made a "crackling" sound from time to time, and the wax oil flowed down the body of the candle all the way to the candlestick, gathering huge wax droplets like small hills.

It's been three watches, and Bei Yiyuan has been reviewing today's review for a longer time than yesterday, and Fang Qing, who was guarding the door, has looked back and forth several times, and every time his lips are closed, he wants to go in but can't move his steps, and he is still a little hesitant in the end.

After another cup of tea, the guards guarding the door were also sleepy, standing there yawning incessantly, and the straight waist that stood during the day also looked a little crooked at this time.

Fang Qing had a hint of anxiety on his face, and glanced towards the hall again, and finally moved away, but saw a person carrying a lantern not far away.

"Master, it's so late, you don't rest, why did you come over? The night is cold and dewy, the gravel road is not easy to walk, why don't you bring a subordinate. He rushed forward in a few steps, took the palace lamp in Duoman's hand, and held his arm as he spoke.

"Alas, I can't sleep! The emperor has just ascended the throne, and his health is not good. There are too many state affairs, and the old slave is afraid that the emperor will overwork, and if something goes wrong, it will be troublesome. ”

Fang Qing slowed down his steps, holding Duoman step by step.

"The emperor hasn't gone to bed yet?" Although Duoman is now idle, he still can't change this worrying problem, in the end, he is the person who has been with Bei'an Huang, and he has a sense of responsibility for this palace and this country.

"Oh, no! Today's twists and turns seem to be more than a few days ago, and the emperor's son is still in front of the table! Fang Qing shook his head helplessly, and there was a little distress in his tone.

The temperature at night has dropped a lot, and Bei Yiyuan is wearing a black coat, but he still has to put down his pen after a while, and let his hands that are a little stiff and cold from the cold laugh.

In the unusually deserted hall, his clear coughing sound could be heard from time to time, again and again, and again and again, and again and again, it made people listen so uncomfortable, as if the coughing person was about to cough out his heart.

Bei Yiyuan covered his mouth, a series of coughs made him a little breathless, as if someone was gently scratching with a feather in his throat, and the bursts of itching always made him want to cough a few times to stop the itching.

He was pressed down for a while, and glancing at the few pieces on the table, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Recently, he issued a new decree, and it is still difficult to implement, so there are more problems.

As soon as he picked up the red pen again, he felt that there was something sticking to his palm, he spread out his palm, but the scene in front of him made him stunned.

There was a red, viscous ball of blood in his palm, which was so pale that it seemed to be transparent, that he had just coughed up. He subconsciously stroked the corners of his lips again, and only when he saw that his fingertips were also stained with a trace of blood did he come back to his senses.

"Hehe..." He let out a wry smile, as if mocking God's injustice. Is he, the emperor, really like Bei Yiyao said, can't sit for long? But it can't be so short, it's not even two months!

But what he is worried about now is not this, it is that after him, there is no one in the Bei family to take over the throne, is this great country really going to give it up and change it to his surname?

Bei Yiyuan was thinking intently, and he didn't notice the two people who walked in, and when he heard a worried "Emperor," he quickly clenched his palms.

However, the person who came had obviously seen the blush in his palm.

"Your Majesty, are you coughing up blood?" Duo Man stepped forward a few steps, his face was snow-white, and his voice trembled like his body.

Yuan Hongxuan hooked the corners of his lips towards him, picked up the handkerchief and casually wiped the blood in his palm, and calmly replied, "Don't worry." ”

"Fang Qing, go and pass on the imperial doctors, and call all the imperial doctors, quickly." Duoman only turned around and shouted at Fang Qing, who was stunned, he didn't care what Bei Yiyuan said, he only had the red in his palm in his eyes.

"Father-in-law, I'm really fine, I don't need to work so hard." In order to ease the atmosphere, Bei Yiyuan also smiled at the right time.

"Your Majesty, you don't have to comfort your minions. Your physical condition is very clear to the minions, so you should call the doctors to take a look at the minions to be completely relieved! (To be continued.) )