"Let's get started!"

Shang Qing's cold voice fell, and several imperial doctors glanced at the emperor who was frowning but not struggling, and silently prepared what he wanted to use.

Now that the crown prince is gone, no matter how high the prince stood in the first forty years, he will be a loser from now on. The future history of Dashang will not have the slightest relationship with him.

The prince has been seriously ill for more than a month, although many firm ****** don't believe that the prince was smashed by the inkstone and then disappeared, after all, they are not good when they beat their sons and grandsons at home on weekdays, and they have not seen anyone killed. But the fact is that the prince has been unconscious, and the chances of survival are very small.

The court has never been alone, whether it is light or dark, it always has its own master.

Since the prince was seriously ill, the officials of the prince's family have long been panicked. The other princes' men and horses took the opportunity to win over, wanting to wait for a big cake after the prince's death.

The emperor has always been stingy and suspicious, and the officials of the prince's family understand that they are just taking refuge in others, and they have also been labeled as princes, and they will not be trusted in their hearts. All they can do now is go all the way to the dark.

The crown prince has been above the world since his birth, and his prestige over the years has made him a large number of subordinate officials in the court. Now that the crown prince has an accident, these officials have also spawned two factions.

One faction is to support the crown prince's eldest son, the imperial grandson, and inherit the throne from generation to generation. One faction is to support the Nine Emperors to replace the crown prince and fight against the other princes.

Two years ago, the imperial grandson was sent to his grandfather's house in the Northland Snow Field to learn about the situation of the Northland Snow Field and the grassland, and the relationship between the Beichang Cloud Kingdom. The prince is seriously ill until now, and he has received the news for more than a month, and he is on his way to come.

Compared with entering the court early, the Nine Emperors who have also been working for many years as the crown prince. These old ministers have not had much contact with the little emperor and grandson of the prince's family, not to mention that this little emperor and grandson have not officially entered the previous dynasty. Under the pressure of many uncles and princes, it is a big question whether they can grow into Chengdu.

Compared with the imperial grandson who is only in his teens, they believe in the Nine Emperor Princes who are young and strong, and now they are not standing.

The Nine Emperors are wise and resourceful, and they have been in the DPRK for many years and have a clear understanding of the situation in the DPRK and China. has been in the Northland Snow Field for many years, with 300,000 soldiers under his command, and King An is a person who breathes out of his nostrils. Coupled with the relationship between the joyful masters, the prestige of the Buddhist sect and the people is extremely high. In that position, the Nine Emperor Princes definitely have the power to compete.

The crown princess's maiden family, the Zhenguo General's Mansion was also divided into two factions at this time, supporting the descendants of his own grandson and supporting the side branch of the Nine Emperors. The mother of the Nine Emperor Concubine Mu Lian is the daughter of the Liu family, and Mu Lian's parents have followed her mother since she was a child and grew up in the Liu family. Now Mu Lian's mother is still in the Liu family, and Mu Lian, a girl with a foreign surname, is no different from the daughter of the Liu family. Compared with the high-ranking branches, the people of the side branches are more willing to support Mu Lian, who is close to them.

Regardless of the remaining forces of the crown prince's line, the Nine Emperor Princes are now not to be underestimated among the princes.

Emperor Jiayuan's condition was critical, seeing Shang Qing say this, a group of people seemed to have found the person to take responsibility, Empress Zhao stood silently in the crowd and did not stop it, just watching the imperial doctor bleed the emperor.

In the past, the hospital would at most prick and bleed children with fever, but that was only a matter of a few drops, and a silver needle could do it. Emperor Jiayuan's situation like this is definitely not good, and they haven't let anyone bleed, so they don't dare to do it for a while.

Shang Qing looked at the emperor who was out of breath, and said to the great eunuch Zhao Fu: "Please ask my father-in-law to go to the yamen of the forbidden army to find a few good people who are in charge of torture." ”

When Shang Qing's words fell, the eyes of the people present lit up, and Feng Yizheng and a few old doctors were also relieved.

Compared with the imperial doctor who has never used his hands, the person in charge of torture in the yamen can be said to be experienced. Those of them who are responsible for interrogating prisoners know best how to toss people. This kind of thing of letting a little blood and not letting people die is simply an entry-level craft.

Zhao Fu hurriedly asked the commander of the forbidden army to find a few good hands, because the forbidden army yamen was outside the imperial city, and several people were soon brought in.

"Bloodletting for Your Majesty, the condition can be slightly stabilized."

When Zhao Fu's words fell, the three people in charge of the interrogation raised their heads in shock, "What? Their eyes fell on Emperor Jiayuan who was lying on the bed.

The commander of the forbidden army asked them to come over with bloodletting, and they thought that the emperor asked them to interrogate some hard-mouthed dead duck, who would have thought that it would be the emperor! Let them release the emperor's dragon blood, they haven't lived enough!

Besides, what they do has always been murderous work, shouldn't the bad old man over there do it when he bleeds to save people?

Three gloomy and ghostly faces stared at the old men in the Tai Hospital not far away, and the frightened few people retreated in unison.

"Don't talk nonsense, you can't afford to delay Your Majesty's illness!"

Seeing that the Nine Emperors said this, the nobles in the room did not object. The three of them looked at each other and began to divide and cooperate.

The three of them were all professionals, and they looked at the emperor who almost knew where to start, and the blood flowed the most, and the flow was slow, which made the person who was bled feel the greatest fear. But this time, the three of them are here to save people, and it is the emperor who is still saving, so naturally they don't dare to torture people like this.

Everyone saw the most thin and pale person among the three standing beside Emperor Jiayuan's bed, and the small awl in his hand was inserted straight into Emperor Jiayuan's arm, and then pulled it away violently, and a stream of blood squeezed each other and gushed out.

The white porcelain basin quickly gathered a lot of blood, and the blood was still flowing more and more.

The old lady doctor was trembling beside him and counting Emperor Jiayuan's pulse, and just felt that the pulse had decreased, and before he could remind the three of them, the three of them had already tied Emperor Jiayuan's arm with a strip of cloth. The blood flow quickly subsided.

The three of them silently cleaned up Emperor Jiayuan, and waited for the emperor to stop bleeding and stood silently beside him. The calmness and calmness seemed to have been done a thousand times, reminding everyone of the professional ethics of the three of them all the time.

Feng Yizheng had been kneeling beside Emperor Jiayuan's bed and waiting for the pulse, and after a quarter of an hour, he felt that the pulse under his fingers had become calmer, and the corners of his mouth were unconsciously smiling.

"Your Majesty's condition has stabilized, and he has fallen asleep due to sudden blood loss, just wait to wake up!"

Feng Yizheng couldn't help but bring out a trace of joy in his words, Emperor Jiayuan was fine, so they could follow it.

The crown prince went, and the emperor thought that his life was saved for the sake of them who had been with him just now. What's more, there are many people in Beijing who are easy to rush up, and all rich old ladies are exceptionally rich. Later, with the method of bloodletting, they no longer have to be scolded as quacks.

Shang Qing saw that the emperor's symptoms were relieved, and directly addressed the three people of the forbidden army yamen: "You can retreat." ”

The three of them didn't say much, and then packed up the torture instruments and left.

Today they had the audacity to release the emperor's blood, and the emperor had already calculated that he would not cut off their heads, and as for the reward, they did not dare to expect it.

When Empress Zhao saw that the emperor had rescued her, she hurriedly stood up and said to everyone: "Zhao Fu will take someone to send His Majesty back to Chang'an Palace to rest!" The crown princess prepares for the prince's funeral. The princes stayed in the palace to guard the prince's spirit! ”

Emperor Jiayuan rescued him, and the concubine and others, who were stunned just now and didn't dare to cry, cried directly when they heard Empress Zhao's words. The crown princess shook and fell to the ground.

In the Chang'an Palace, the unconscious Emperor Jiayuan woke up and looked straight at the tent on the top of the bed with his cloudy and deep eyes.

The weak body, the dead son no longer reminded him. He's old!

Thinking of the sensible and intelligent prince, Emperor Jiayuan felt a pain in his heart. His wife and children were gone from him, leaving him alone to face the supreme prosperity.

"Ahem! Ahem! Emperor Jiayuan coughed lightly, and Zhao Fu, who was waiting by the bedside, hurriedly walked to the emperor's side and leaned over and asked, "Your Majesty, do you have any orders?" ”

Emperor Jiayuan raised his weak arm, and finally put it down, and said to Zhao Fu: "Spread my will, and bury the prince with imperial etiquette." Shang Qian, Emperor Ruichang, was buried next to me. ”

Zhao Fu's eyes widened in shock, and he silently listened to Emperor Jiayuan's words, and Lang Lang staggered to pass the decree.

Zhao Fu had always understood the status of the crown prince in Emperor Jiayuan's heart, but he didn't expect that it had reached the level of making the emperor for the prince who died early.

The emperor has always been called a lonely widow, and Emperor Jiayuan himself did not abdicate, and it is unheard of to directly crown the prince as the emperor.

Zhao Fu hurried to the Chaoyang Hall of the East Palace, went directly to the mourning hall, and said to the crying pear blossom with rain to the crown princess: "Fengtian carrier, the emperor said, the prince of the great merchant has been smart since childhood, courteous and virtuous, since entering the dynasty, he has been conscientious and conscientious, and he must bow down to everything, and he has contributed to the country and the society." However, wisdom will be hurt, and God will be jealous of talents, and return to bliss. Feng Shangqian was the Ruichang Emperor and was buried in the Emperor's Mausoleum. ”

The watchmen were stunned and stunned, could it be that there was something wrong with their ears.

Emperor Jiayuan actually made the dead prince emperor directly, which is unbelievable.

Zhao Fu didn't pay attention to the frightened people, and then opened another holy decree, this holy decree was even simpler, just a sentence, and directly named the emperor's grandson Shang Zimo as the crown prince.

Lose your marbles! Lose your marbles!

Emperor Jiayuan is crazy!

This is the first feeling of everyone after hearing the will, and they will not say anything when His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is buried. At this juncture, the emperor's grandson was crowned the crown prince.

The imperial grandson will not be able to return to Beijing in a few days at the earliest, and now they all doubt that the imperial grandson will be able to enter Kyoto smoothly!

The emperor is not pampering the emperor's grandson, this is letting them die immediately!

The princes finally waited for the death of the crown prince who had been pressing on their heads for decades, and finally had a chance to get ahead, and now they were taken advantage of by a junior. No one would be willing to give up that seat. Then you can only wait for the imperial grandson to die.

The crown princess looked at Zhao Fu who was far away with tears on her face, and then looked at the princes who were respectfully kneeling with their fingers but clutching the carpet tightly. A wave of sadness came from the heart.

The death of the crown prince spread all over Kyoto, and all the families were shocked and began to guard the spirits very seriously, for fear of attracting the emperor's eyes and falling into bad luck.

The death of the whole country, the difficulty of big business.

The crown prince died, and the entire Great Shang was plunged into a gloom.

Because of the busyness in the palace, Emperor Jiayuan died, and his son was in a bad mood for several days and didn't want to see anyone. Du Xiaoxi asked, and Queen Zhao directly allowed her to leave the palace.

Du Xiaoxi said goodbye to the master who recited the mantra to the prince, and hurried home.

When Du Xiaoxi arrived home, the first thing he saw was the huge spiritual shed at home, because the prince's funeral was held according to the emperor's etiquette, which was much higher than the previous specifications. When Du Xiaoxi arrived, the eldest uncle was crying with several men in the family.

"The young lady is back!"

The little maid who knelt not far from the mourning shed watched Du Xiaoxi get down from the carriage in the palace.

Liu Yao heard the news and ran over directly, looked up and down, Du Xiaoxi saw that she didn't have anything unusual, and the nerves that had been tense finally relaxed.

Liu Yao couldn't leave too far in front of everyone, so he immediately dragged Du Xiaoxi to the gatehouse next to him.

"How are you in the palace? Nothing happened, right? ”

Du Xiaoxi shook his head, feeling that Liu Yao was obviously much thinner, and he felt distressed for a while, and the meat that he had finally raised was gone.

Now that there is chaos in Beijing, Liu Yao doesn't dare to let Du Xiaoxi run away.

"In the past few days, you have said that you are sick and have recovered at home, and Prosperity has not seen you for a long time, so you should accompany him more. The stars are also back, follow us to keep the vigil, and wait for you to make a few more pairs of 'thick cotton pants'." ”

Du Xiaoxi nodded again and again, hearing that his son was about to cry at such a young age, and his heart ached. As for the 'thick cotton pants', it is obviously pants with added material. Even if Liu Yao knew how to make pants with cotton pads, he didn't dare to work others, for fear of being discovered, so he could only wait for Du Xiaoxi to come back and make it himself.

The two talked about flowers, and seeing that there were people in the mourning hall to offer incense, Liu Yao hurriedly urged Du Xiaoxi to hurry back to the mourning shed.

(To be continued.) )