sat down on Fengyu and came out, and left Zitai under the guidance of Fu Lingding. Yuan Ling didn't want to see the two of them in person, so he stopped on a path surrounded by trees and glanced at them from a distance. In the bright firelight, Fan Qian and Song Linglong knelt almost naked outside the purple platform, tied back to back, and there were two brute force grandmothers standing nearby, watching the desperate struggle of the two with cold eyes, and some palace people had gathered around, whispering and pointing.

"Look at what, believe it or not, gouge out your eyes." Fan Xuan's sideburns were scattered, she had already lost her usual calm and majesty, and shouted like crazy, "I asked you to tell your concubine, why don't you go, you are trying to deceive Your Majesty in Zhaotai Palace, I am her niece, so I am not afraid that she will come to you in the future to settle accounts...... Quickly untie me and detain the court officials without authorization, and I will let my aunt know and let her kill you all. ”

Yuan Lingjun smiled at the corner of his mouth, turned back to Jiuwan and said: "Escort Fan Qian to the capital prison tomorrow, as for Song Linglong, you can't stay any longer, give him a hook kiss wine, and you will come back to report when you see him die." ”

Ninety thousand were ordered to retreat, she stood in place for a long time, thinking that the power of the Fan family was gradually disintegrating, and the situation in the court would be much clearer, but Fan Jiang should also know the news, but she didn't make any moves, because there were still any tricks in her hand that she hadn't used?

The wind was loud, and she returned to the palace, and Qu Yi greeted her outside the palace. She got off Fengyu and walked side by side with Qu Yi in the corridor, "Fan Qian will definitely die, only Fan Ying is left in the Fan family, but I don't want to kill him, he is not at fault, he just gave birth to the wrong family." ”

Qu Yi was silent for a while, and then said slowly: "Your Majesty told me that he is domineering, and he must not tolerate Fan Ying, and he doesn't want to kill him, His Majesty's compassion." We all have weaknesses...... But Your Majesty had better not push the Fan family too hard, otherwise it would backfire. ”

He is saying that the Fan family will jump over the wall and rebel if they are in a hurry. Yuan Lingjun smiled indifferently and disagreed.

The raindrops drifted into the corridor with the wind, ruffling her sideburns, and Yuan Lingjun pursed her lips and raised her face, letting the rain fall on her cheeks. "Has Min Xing returned?" She asked suddenly.

Qu Yi pulled her into the dormitory and shook off the water droplets hanging from her hair, "This time I really misunderstood Min Xing." He was brought out by Fan Qi and was left halfway, and it was a palace man from Zitai who brought him here. ”

After a pause, Qu Yi didn't say that she didn't have anything in her heart, and she knew the truth at the moment, and she felt very uncomfortable. I didn't want the child to be so alienated from her.

Before she and Qu Yi stopped this night, the news of Song Linglong's death had been transmitted back to Zitai.

On the second day of ascension to the palace, Yuan Lingjun issued an order to strangle Fan Qi at the court meeting, and Fan Qian was immediately dragged to the city of Cao to be executed, and the body was exposed for three days, and the stench was stinking until King Wu arrived in Lin'an.

After King Wu entered Beijing, he stayed in the palace and was greeted by Lan Wang Quyi and the right minister Lin Jin, as well as Da Hongluqing. Yuan Lingjun had only heard of it and had not seen him, and he couldn't help but be curious about this Emperor of Wu who killed his brother and nephew, but he could only wait until the state banquet for a while.

However, on the night of King Wu's stay, a black-clothed assassin appeared in the state residence, and Fu Piao, who was ordered to protect King Wu's safety in Beijing, easily subdued the assassin and arrested him, and reported it to Zitai, without interrogation, Yuan Lingjun had already guessed who was the mastermind, and summoned Fu Lingding through gritted teeth.

Fu Lingding described it as embarrassing, but arrogant. He said angrily: "Your Majesty, this is a personal enmity between the minister and him. ”

Yuan Lingjun was furious and smashed the fan in his face, "I see that you are carried away by hatred. If King Wu has an accident in my Great Jin, what should happen if the two countries are at war? Fu Lingding was silent for an instant, and her face was not good-looking.

She was really afraid that she couldn't help but kick him a few times, so she hurriedly walked outside the hall, spit out a few breaths of anger, and asked Fu Piao, "Does King Wu know?" ”

Fu Piao replied no, saying that the assassin did not enter the mansion, and Yuan Lingjun was about to breathe a sigh of relief, when Fu Piao's next sentence made her almost out of breath.

He said that King Wu was not the real King Wu at all.

It's King Wu's courtier, so where is the real King Wu? Naturally, it is in the Wu State Palace. He didn't have the sincerity of Jin at all, but wanted to mock and humiliate Jin in this way, and provoke a war between the two sides, his real purpose was to start a war with Jin, and his intentions were extremely hateful.

Summoned Lin Zhen and several other confidants and ministers to discuss, and they were all in favor of tolerance, Yuan Ling listened to everyone's opinions, pressed the monstrous anger in his heart, and decided to pretend not to know, and still let people treat "King Wu" politely. Internal and external troubles, the decline of the national strength of the Jin State, it is not suitable to fight again, no matter how great the humiliation is, she must endure it, this evil breath will come out sooner or later.

Tonight, the state banquet is tonight. After the dispersal of the dynasty, Yuan Lingjun reviewed the recital table in the palace near the water, and saw that "King Wu" put forward various unreasonable demands, and threw the recital to the ground fiercely, not relieving his hatred, and raised his foot and kicked out of the hall.

The song fell at the feet of a waiter who came running, and the waiter knelt down and played: "Your Majesty, the palace people of Zhaotai Palace are here, the prince is sick and doesn't seem to be doing well, please go and see it as soon as possible." ”

Yuan Lingjun's face changed greatly, and he threw away the song and ran out of the hall in a panic.

Although Min Xing is born in reverse, his body has always been strong and he has never been sick, so how could he suddenly become seriously ill. As the sun set, the last trace of afterglow on the horizon also dissipated, and as soon as Yuan Lingjun stepped into the dormitory where Min Xing lived, a large group of palace people and inner servants poured out, several of them tucked their sleeves and sobbed, and immediately stopped crying when they saw her.

Yuan Lingjun's intuition was not good, she was almost unsteady on her feet, Kunjiao helped her behind her, she staggered to the outside of the incense curtain, Fan Xin was pacing outside the door, several imperial doctors were discussing treatment methods behind a screen, Fan Jiang was sitting on the top listening, and his expression was also anxious.

Yuan Lingjun walked to the couch, looked at the child sleeping in it through the curtain, and it took a long time to muster up the courage to lift the curtain, and the eyes that had been stunned to look at her were closed tightly at this time, a small face was so white that she touched the child's forehead, there was no sweat, and she couldn't even feel the breath.

She questioned the nanny who was kneeling beside her, "What the hell is going on?" As a nanny, how did you take care of the prince, and you didn't even notice that the prince was sick......"

The nanny fell to the ground and cried: "There has been nothing abnormal recently, but for some reason, two hours ago, I suddenly fell to the ground and had a spasm, and the concubine immediately invited the imperial doctor." ”

There was a whispered argument between the imperial physicians on the other side of the screen, but before they could reach a conclusion, Yuan Lingjun was anxious, summoned a imperial physician and asked, "What the hell is going on?" What is the cause of the prince? ”

The imperial physician cautiously replied: "The minister asked the palace people, and the prince ate the lychee before this, and the ministers preliminarily concluded that it may be that the lychee nucleus is stuck in the throat and causes poor breathing. ”

"Then find a way to take it out as soon as possible, the prince can't have anything." Yuan Lingjun was already sweating profusely, and she comforted herself over and over again that she was fine, but she couldn't help but think in a bad direction.

After the imperial doctor retreated to the screen, Fan Jiang came out, came to the sickbed and sat down, glanced at Yuan Lingjun a few times, held one of Min Xing's hands, and her little hand suddenly moved, she immediately lowered her face, "Min Xing, are you awake?" See who I am? ”

Min Xing really opened his eyes, but he was not as agile as before, he moved his mouth, and called weakly with a breath: "Big Mother." Then his delicate eyebrows were twisted, "The child is uncomfortable." ”

The injury is in the child's body, and the pain is in the mother's heart. Yuan Lingjun's tears fell in a pour, and it was difficult to say anything.

Fan Jiang stroked his chest lightly, "The eldest mother touches the grandson, the grandson is not in pain, and the grandchild will agree to eat whatever the grandson wants to eat in the future, as long as he gets better quickly." Her tears smashed down Minxing's face.

The child's breathing seemed to be difficult, and after closing his eyes, he began to convulsions again, Yuan Lingjun held his small fist, turned his head and shouted, "Hurry up, you all come up." ”

The imperial doctors all rushed up, asked for their pulse, looked at each other, and were helpless, so they could only ask the maid to pour a decoction for him.

During this period, Qu Yi, who went straight from Shangshutai, came over, but when King Wu entered the palace, the emperor couldn't pull away, and he had to rush over as soon as possible, so he only sat in the house for a while, and told everyone before leaving.

When the state banquet was about to begin, the chamberlain came to Zhaotai Palace to urge, but her son was seriously ill, and Yuan Ling had no intention of taking care of it, and she waited until Minxing slept peacefully, and then she hurried to Changchun Palace.

Because of the worry of Minxing, the state banquet has been absent, ignoring the other party many times, "King Wu" thought she was arrogant, dissatisfied, in the palace of the big nonsense, said that Wu has thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, thousands of cities, millions of soldiers, enough to step on the four seas, win the world, ask the Jin State to be proud of what to rely on.

Yuan Ling was not excited by him, and sneered: "His Majesty King Wu has seen the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas of my Great Jin, drank all the fine wine, and embraced my Southern Dynasty beauties, and the rest are all ......in the palace."

Without waiting for her to finish speaking, "King Wu" laughed on his back, splashed a few of the wine in his hand, he leaned forward and laughed non-stop, and the ministers in the palace also laughed with him, but their laughter was not profound, but this "King Wu" was immersed in the joy of "the Great Jin Dynasty is rotten and can be attacked", and he did not notice it, and even the real King Wu did not doubt it, but when he finally woke up, it was the letter written by the King of Jin who wanted his life many years later.

The state banquet was unhappily dispersed, Yuan Lingjun ran directly to Zhaotai Palace, Min Xing had no water to enter, the imperial doctor had to continue to use decoction and sugar water, the next four days, Min Xing woke up when he slept, but he couldn't speak, Fan Jiang has been praying in the Buddha hall, she really loves this child, and naturally sincerely hopes that he will get better.

Yuan Lingjun also didn't think about tea and dinner because of this, he was confused all day long, he didn't sit in the palace for many days, the political commissar of the court governed by Quyi, and the entire Jin Palace was rendered with sadness, and there was no smile on the faces of the palace people.

On the sixth day, Min Xing, who had been in a coma for two days in a row, still did not wake up, and had a high fever, the imperial doctor stayed by the couch inch by inch, but the soup fed could no longer enter the esophagus, as the biological father, Fan Xin took care of it inextricably.

In the side hall, the unconscious Yuan Ling was leaning on the glass couch, in good spirits, Qu Yi handed the porridge to his mouth, "How much is it good to use?" I'm sad for you to do that, too. ”

She raised her cloudy eyes, just took a sip, covered her face the next moment, and couldn't help crying bitterly, "Childe, there is something wrong with Minxing, how can I live again." ”

The voice fell, and there was an exclamation of a maid in the dormitory, Yuan Lingjun was stunned, pushed away Qu Yi and stumbled over, Min Xing, who was lying in the tent, had a blue face, opened his mouth widely, his breathing was disordered, and he rolled around on the couch, struggling vigorously. Fan Xin held his hands and feet down, and he gradually stopped.

When he opened his eyes, he seemed to have returned to his usual bright and deep beautiful eyes, he looked at Fan Xin, as if he had finally recognized it, and called out in a very low voice: "Father." ”

Fan Xin answered and put his forehead in front of him. The wet light hair was brushed away, and Min Xing rolled his eyes and looked at Qu Yi. "Father......" a faint call came out of his throat again. In the Pingshan Palace, Qu Yi taught him swordsmanship, taught him to read, and cared for him, he always remembered.

Qu Yi held him in his arms and pressed his little face with pity, "Father Jun is here, Minxing should get better quickly." ”

"My son......" Yuan Lingjun kissed his little hand, tears burst into tears, his temples were wet, and his eyebrows and eyes were also covered with sweat. In the face of this son who has never been close to her, she can't wait to exchange her life for her life, as long as he lives, even if he doesn't call her a mother for the rest of her life.

Min Xing finally saw her, a line of tears flowed from his eyes, he didn't seem to understand, he kept looking at his mother with a smile, opened his mouth, but didn't say a word, because he was panting heavily in Qu Yi's arms, and closed his eyes in everyone's sight. Yuan Ling couldn't accept this fact, hugged his young body, and let out a desperate cry for a long time.

In the early morning of July, Yuan Minxing, the only son of King Jin, lost signs of life in the arms of King Lan at the age of four.

The empire has no children, and the East Palace hangs empty. (To be continued.) )