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Cui Yingda lowered his eyes, "Now...... Can't say. ”

"What will?" Zhao Mianze was slightly surprised.

"Your Majesty also has a will for King Jin."

Zhao Mianze pursed his lips for a moment, nodded, and Cui Yingda added.

Cui Yingda looked at him, "Your Majesty's words, everything is in the will." "Divide the king of Jin and Beiping into vassals, so that his uncle and nephew can make peace, and take state affairs as the most important. The meaning is very clear, it is to let him not be embarrassed with Zhao Zhu after he becomes emperor.

"Grandpa Cui, does Grandpa Huang have anything to say?"

The ministers dispersed, and Zhao Mianze kept Cui Yingda, who was about to leave, alone.

One step behind, only one step late, and history will take a different turn.

A turning point in history is quietly coming, unexpectedly and affectionately. The thunder outside the hall, the bursts of lightning, and the "crackling" sound, as if welcoming the birth of a new emperor, and also like being injustice for the generation of generals outside the Jinchuan Gate.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"Zhongqing is flat."

Zhao Mianze sat on the main seat, with a handsome face, with a few hints of haze reflected by the lights. He glanced at the ministers who were kneeling on the ground, and the corners of his lips (one book) read > novel xstxt slowly hooked.

On a thunderstorm night, the dust finally fell slowly.

Although Zhao Mianze has not yet ascended the throne, the holy decree has been issued, and "the destiny of heaven" has become a reality. On the road to the extreme, no matter how many people fall, no matter how much blood is shed, it has been the case since ancient times, as long as a person steps on the pinnacle of power, there will always be countless people who bow down.

The aftermath lingered, echoing in the Qianqing Palace for a long time, more than just ears.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live—"

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live—"

"Long live my emperor!"

The rest of the people were silent for a moment, and they had to fall to their knees in unison.

This group of people who were the first to bow down were all Zhao Mianze's party. The rest of the people judged the situation and looked at Cui Yingda again. Cui Yingda pursed her lips and presented the holy decree, and she knelt in front of Zhao Mianze, kowtowing and shouting "Long live".

The sound of the mountains calling long live is solemn and solemn.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live—"

After that, he didn't care about others, didn't say a word, and together with Xie Changjin, Lan Zi'an, and the auxiliary ministers of the East Palace who were close to Zhao Mianze, they knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily.

"His Royal Highness!" Lu Huaming snorted coldly suddenly, glanced at Yuan You, and said, "Your Majesty's holy decree has been completed, and now seems to be the time to investigate the truth of King Jin?" Didn't you all hear that Your Majesty's holy decree said that the emperor's grandson will inherit the order of heaven? ”

"I received a report that the official ship has arrived ten miles outside Yingtianfu Port......"

Zhao Mianze didn't seem to expect him to be so close step by step, and his voice sank slightly.

"Dare to ask the imperial grandson, where are the others now? The minister is willing to go and find out the truth and falsehood. ”

Wallgrass is everywhere, and their attachment is not surprising at all. Yuan Yu glanced at them, the corners of his lips curled, and he smiled coldly. If the emperor did not issue this holy decree, would His Royal Highness the King of Jin, who had been dead for several months, still be able to "come back from the dead"? I'm afraid only Zhao Mianze knows.

Although it is the book of Beidi, it is indeed uncertain whether it is Zhao Zun himself or not. Zhao Mianze's words were extremely reasonable, and once again caused the ministers to nod yes.

The cold wind swirled, and the hall was silent.

Zhao Mianze glanced at Yuan You, and his voice was quiet: "The Beidi State Letter received by Wenhua Hall yesterday said that the Nineteen Emperor Uncle is still alive, but whether it is himself or not has not yet been determined. Yesterday, the palace was waiting to announce the matter, and there was an accident in the Yujing Pavilion, and he was in a hurry for a while, and he had not sent anyone to verify it. ”

Although Yuan Yu served in the army, he has always been an idle little grandfather who does not care about state affairs, and most of the time he does not care about government affairs. Now this powerful question has asked the voices of many people. Everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Mianze's body.

"King Jin is still alive, can the imperial grandson know about this?"

Yuan You, who had never spoken, raised his head almost suddenly, looked at Zhao Mianze's face, and felt cold in his heart. If it weren't for this decree, most of the courtiers, including him, would not have known about it.

All the people in the temple looked at each other as if they had been struck by lightning, and they began to talk carefully.

He is still alive, and where is he now?

His Royal Highness King Jin is still alive?

The long emperor in the middle and the arrangements for the sons and grandsons and princes and ministers, as well as the handling of the affairs after the emperor's death, are not as shocking as the sentence "King Jin came back from the dead".

The people standing in the hall were solemn for a long time, and they were low, and they gasped.

Choi Yingda finished reading it and exhaled a breath.

"The emperor's grandson Mianze, raised in the palace since childhood, has a thick and virtuous nature, is benevolent and filial piety, can inherit the unification, and carry forward the heart of the country. Today, he inherits the mandate of heaven, and he is the emperor. Tell the subjects, proclaim to the world, and make the salty people hear it, and do not change it. ”

Again, he spoke slowly, his gaze sweeping over the bowed heads of the people in the temple.

After a long exhortation, Cui Yingda took a breath.

"Fengtian carries the emperor, and the edict says: I am ordered by heaven to call the emperor in the troubled times, more than 27 years, respect the heavens and ancestors, no drama, fulfill their duties, eat and drink, and do not allow a trace of slackness. Taking the people's abundance and things as their own responsibility, and the stability of the community for a long time, fortunately, the people are at peace and quiet, the world is safe, and the trust of the ancestors is not dishonored. For the long-term planning of the country and the country, in accordance with the laws of the ancestors, he once elected his eldest son Zhe as the crown prince, and then the sky accepted his life, and the son died before me. Among the rest of the sons, they were cautious and cautious, and there was no one who wanted it. I have been conceited all my life, and there is no one in the sea to compare, but I am dying, I know the destiny of heaven, and I have no regrets about what happened after my death. I only think of the sons, I am afraid of trouble, and now I will divide all the places as kings...... The second son of the emperor, King Qin, was constructed in Shaanxi, and although the third son of the emperor, Ning Wangxi, was disobedient, he cared about the relationship between father and son, so that he was a vassal...... The sixth son of the emperor, Su Wang Kai, was in Yanzhou...... The twelfth son of the emperor, An Wangshu, was in Shu...... The nineteenth son of the emperor Jin Wang Bottle died and returned, the cover of the sky to remember its goodness, I comfort it, think of it for a long time, enclosed in Beiping, for the country's borders, do not forget the old father's dying request, cut it, cut it. Sons and grandchildren, brothers, brothers, brothers, uncles and nephews should be reconciled, abandon old grudges, take the government affairs of the country as the most important, work with one heart and one mind, and hope that the ministers will remember my generous instructions, and do their best to assist the new monarch and make great efforts to govern the ......"

Cui Yingda nodded, walked up to the Danqi without panic, unfolded the holy decree in his hand, and read it loudly.

"Grandpa Cui, please speak up—"

"Ladies and gentlemen, Your Majesty is not in good health for a while, and he has long been in the edict. You don't have to quarrel anymore and break Your Majesty's heart. Your Majesty has been ruling Dayan for all these years, and he is very tired, let him have a good rest. ”

They all wanted to know what this old eunuch wanted to say.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Cui Yingda.

Just as there was an endless dispute, Cui Yingda suddenly walked out of the hall. He looked at Zhao Mianze in the upper seat, and there was a red look in his red eyes. He is the chief eunuch of the celebrant and the person who has always been by the emperor's side, so what he says naturally carries a lot of weight.

"His Royal Highness, the old slave has a saying."

But Zhao Mianze didn't seem to be in a hurry, and occasionally responded to a few remarks from Liang Guogong Xu Wenlong and others, as if he really didn't want to succeed to the emperor's throne at this time, which caused criticism. His approach of retreat is to advance, making more and more old ministers feel that the emperor's grandson is indeed up to the task.

In the main hall, another round of debate began, and there was a stalemate.

The people led by Liang Guogong and Cheng Guogong were in a reaction.

"How can this be reasonable, the emperor has not died, where is the reason to succeed to the throne in advance?"

The situation in the palace is changing, but the situation in the palace is under Zhao Mianze's control. The capital was closed in the city, Zhao Kai, the king of Su, was outside the city, the queen was stopped outside the city, and the envoys of Beidi were also stopped outside the city. The military generals of the court, including the Marquis of Ding'an, were all arranged in the border areas. Now the 200,000 troops in the entire land of Gyeonggi are actually all under the control of Zhao Mianze. They were in full swing, and the city of Jingshi was besieged and impassable.

The old ministers in the hall who stayed awake all night also knelt down to respond.

"Please ask the emperor's grandson to succeed to the throne."

Xie Changjin hurriedly stepped forward, "The body of the Emperor's Mandate of Heaven, we swear allegiance to the death, and ask the Emperor's grandson to succeed the emperor——"

The imperial grandson needs more people to respond and come together to correct his name.

This kind of desire to refuse and welcome is understood by those who know business.

Zhao Mianze looked at everyone fixedly, his eyebrows locked, "The emperor's grandfather is still sick, if this palace succeeds to the throne now, won't the world laugh at me for not being filial?" ”

Zhao Mianze sat on the chair, rubbing his forehead gently, there was a group of important ministers standing in the hall, everyone was observing his complexion, Lu Huaming once again admonished, "Your Highness, without further ado, please ask Your Highness to succeed to the emperor's throne——"

The main hall of the Qianqing Palace.

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"Little Nineteen, we can't forgive ......"

Leaning against the head of the bed, she slowly stroked her lower abdomen.

If Zhao Shijiu was still alive, she would be able to forgive everything Zhao Mianze had done. But he killed Zhao Shijiu, he could never understand, what he took away was the weight of her life, she could even forgive her for killing herself, but she couldn't forgive him for killing Zhao Shijiu.

The storm is coming......

The changes of an era will start from tonight and enter a new era. The thunder outside "crackled" down, and she tightened the quilt, and her heart suddenly panicked.

She thought that at this moment, no one could be at ease.

Just as when he came, he did not wait for her to answer, nor did he give her a chance to answer, and hurried away again. It was so fast that Xia Chuqi was very puzzled about the purpose of his sudden coming. His footsteps were fast, as fast as a drum beating in her heart, and it made her suddenly understand that he was very uneasy, very uneasy.

"Wait to be my queen."

Xia Chuqi listened, sat in the tent, and was silent for a long time.

He spoke at a long time, and he was very cautious.

"Xia Chu, everything in the past is that I am ashamed of you, in the future, I am willing to spend time with you, cherish you, love you, and no longer let people deceive you, I will do all my best to make up for you, so that you can share this prosperous country with me. I don't know if I can solve the chess game you set up for me. In your heart, I may never be as good as the nineteenth emperor uncle, but I will prove to you that I will be the emperor of Dayan, rejuvenate the country and make the people rich, and I will also be your husband, even if I will have countless concubines, but in my heart, there is only one you from now on, and there will be no other wife. ”

Lying is her forte, although she always says that she never lies, but those who are familiar with her know that there is no fixed point for the truth in her mouth. It was even easier to lie and deceive him, but at this moment, she couldn't say anything against her will. Because he is serious and asks very seriously.

"If I am the king, will you be my successor?" He asked suddenly, there was no joy in his voice, it was as slow as the bell in the cold temple, and it rang into her heart quietly, so that she didn't know how to answer.

This man ...... Maybe it's the real enemy she needs to gamble with.

She has known Zhao Mianze for so long, and she has never been afraid of him, no matter what kind of him is, from the beginning to the present, she has never been nervous. But at this moment, his silence, his low breathing, actually made the uneasiness in her heart worsen, but she couldn't guess what he was thinking.

Xia Chuqi clenched his hands tightly, his heart was cold, and he suddenly felt a little suffocated.

In the silence, the candlelight stretched his shadow.

He didn't answer, for a long, long time.

"Isn't it better for you?" She smiled softly.

"There's really no way?" His voice was low.

"Same."

asked him about Lu Xingguo's diagnosis, and she was quiet for a moment and replied with two words.

Xia Chuqi knew that he was referring to the old emperor.

In a faint cool breeze, he whispered, "If you come to cure, can you be sure?" ”

Zhao Mianze didn't answer, approached step by step, walked to the bed tent, frowned deeply, and slowly raised his hand, as if he wanted to open the tent to see what kind of face she was at this time. But it only stopped in mid-air, for a while, and then hung down weakly.

After a moment of silence, she asked, "Looking for me?" Or is the chess game solved? ”

There was a candle flame outside, and through a layer of tent, his shadow could also be seen on the seventh day of the summer month.

The footsteps came quickly, and Zhao Mianze came in a hurry, but when he arrived at her house, he suddenly stopped his steps, and was silent for a long time, his feet seemed to be hanging stones, and he couldn't move heavily, just looking at the hanging tent curtain.

After arranging her clothes, she sat in the tent and waited quietly.

When he arrived at the door, Xia Chuqi had already received a message.

When he arrived, it was already past the hour, and in the midst of the storm, the red lantern at the door stabbed him in the eye. He didn't hold an umbrella, his body was already soaked, he glanced at Ah Ji and Lu Hui on duty, he asked about the situation in a low voice, and stepped inside.

Zhao Mianze went to the Chuci Palace.

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"Go ahead and do it!" Zhao Mianze waved his hand and strode forward, his eyes full of fierceness.

"Your Highness, rest assured! The land of Gyeonggi is mastered. ”

With a gentle "um", Zhao Mianze commanded him in a low voice, "Remember, be sure to block the news, and don't let anyone know that King Jin has returned." ”

"Yes." Jiao Yu couldn't help but tremble, "Your Highness, I'll do it." ”

"Do you still use this palace to teach you?" Zhao Mianze smiled gently, "Jiao Yu, you and I know my personality best over the years." If he hadn't rushed back to force me so quickly, I wouldn't have wanted him to die...... Now, I can't tolerate him. ”

After thinking about it for a while, he still asked, "What to do now?" ”

As soon as the cold wind blew, Jiao Yu's soaked body was cold.

As long as Zhao Mianze ascends to the pole and does not open this mouth, what can Zhao Zhu do even if he is still alive? - He can only be a dead man, a living dead man, and it is impossible to restore his identity again.

No matter how wise and martial a person is, he will slowly be forgotten by the world.

The history books have been settled, and the pen of history is not written by Zhao Zhu.

Sacrifices for all generations, praise for generations, he heard these words very clearly. Now that the emperor has this incident, it is impossible to wake up again, and the succession of the emperor's grandson has become inevitable. The emperor's grandson became the emperor, and if he wanted to make a dead man unable to be resurrected, who could let him live?

"Yes, my subordinates understand."

Jiao Yu slowly lowered his head.

Zhao Mianze's eyes showed a coldness: "Zhao Zhu, the king of Jin, has died in Yinshan, and the coffin is conclusive, who doesn't know in the entire Dayan world, and who doesn't know?" Glancing at him faintly, his eyes were gloomy when he looked at Jiao Yu's face, "Since he is dead, let's die." is dead, he is still the nineteenth uncle of the palace, the god of war of the great Yan praised by the people for eternity, and the famous Shenwu general Wang ...... It will be praised by hundreds of generations, and it will also be in the temple to enjoy the sacrifice of thousands of generations. ”

Jiao Yu was startled and raised his head suddenly, "Your Highness...... What do you mean? ”

Zhao Mianze's eyes became cold a little, and suddenly, he smiled lightly, "Jiao Yu, how can a dead person come back to life for no reason?" How can I trust such false news? In my opinion, there must be something greasy in this, maybe it is the bad intentions of the Beidi people. ”

Dare to come back alone? Sure enough, it was his nineteenth uncle.

Unexpectedly, he was so fast that he had already reached the city gate.

Beidi's letter of state had arrived at the Wenhua Hall yesterday, and he had secretly withheld it and had not yet issued it. Now in the court, most people still don't know the news of Zhao Bottle's survival. Originally, he blocked the city gate and blocked the waterway, in addition to stabilizing the situation, he wanted to block Zhao Zhu on the canal, and wait for this to ease up, and then do other methods.

Thinking of Zhao Zhu's return, Zhao Mianze's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his heart was like an insect.

"Rice bucket."

A life and death accident, the palace is uneasy, and the change of the country is imminent. Zhao Mianze came out of the Qianqing Palace, Jiao Yu hurriedly walked over, glanced at his eyes, and said hurriedly: "Wu Chengkun missed, King Jin and Beidi have arrived in Beijing." A quarter of an hour ago, Zhou Zhengxiang, the guard of Jinchuan Gate, came to report that the envoys of Beidi and His Royal Highness the King of Jin had arrived outside the city gate......"

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"Sleep well."

Gently lifting the hanging curtain, she looked at the man lying on the bed, her eyes were faint, and there seemed to be no sadness. There was no affection, no dependence, no other sight, she just sat on the edge of the bed, tucked the quilt for him, and held his hand.

Concubine Gong was the only one who didn't cry. She knelt in front of the concubines and listened to He Cheng'an's words, but she didn't say anything, nor did she thank her, but she walked slowly into the hall alone, her long skirt fluttering in the wind, as luxurious as ever.

One by one, the beautiful women wiped their eyes and withdrew.

The sickness proved that the emperor was still alive......

Who wants to die?

The word "serving the sick" made many concubines breathe a sigh of relief. Especially those concubines who entered the palace and did not give birth. They knelt for so long, not so much worried about the emperor as they were worried about their own lives. If the emperor really has three elders and two shorts, most of them who have no children will be martyred.

The hoarse cry came to an abrupt end.

He Cheng'an got the order to go out, glanced at the concubines and concubines kneeling outside the hall, sighed, and said in a sharp voice, "The imperial grandson has a word, let the concubines and concubines serve the sick, and the rest of the ladies will go back to rest." ”

Outside the Qianqing Palace, there were bursts of crying, which was really annoying.

They were worried about his affairs, he didn't seem to worry at all, he only thought about the emperor's well-being? Zhao Mianze's simple words made many old ministers nod secretly. Heart: The emperor's grandson really values filial piety!

This sentence that can't be hit with eight poles shocked the people in the hall.

"Let Concubine Gong go in and serve Your Majesty. The rest of the concubines ...... Let them all disperse. ”

Everyone argued, Zhao Mianze's deep eyes were dark and gentle, and he didn't speak, just watched them discuss, and for a while, he couldn't see through what he was hiding. For a long time, while everyone was arguing about that supreme position, he did not express any opinion, but just waved his hand and came out with a sentence.

Dongfang Wenxuan has always been neutral and rarely participates in the dispute between the party and the Chinese people, and now in this incandescent controversy, his words carry great weight. In the eyes of most people, especially some pedantic ministers, they actually acquiesced to Zhao Mianze's position as the prince. The main point of contention now is nothing more than when he will succeed to the throne.

At this time, Dongfang Wenxuan, the prince of Puguo, who had been watching coldly, suddenly stepped forward and said: "Ladies and gentlemen, Your Majesty has already let Taisun take charge, and the heart of the throne is clear, and it is just a righteous thing, how can it violate the way of heaven?" ”

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Zhao Mianze frowned.

"You, bloody spurt!" Lu Huaming scolded and will go back.

"Red mouth and white teeth, old man, it's you who is the wolf's ambition!"

Lu Huaming's old face turned red, and he reprimanded in a low voice, "Chengguo Gong, Your Majesty is not in good health, if this matter spreads, the small countries of the Quartet will definitely be ready to move." Especially the ambitions of the Beidi wolf sons, if they knew about it, would the peace talks still be carried out? Will the north be uneasy again? If there is no monarch in the country at this time, and the government and the opposition are in turmoil, wouldn't it be useless for the country? ”

As soon as his words fell, Chengguo Gongyuan Hongchou snorted coldly, "These disloyal and unfilial words, the old man really can't bear to listen to them." Lu Shangshu, Your Majesty is sick, and you haven't been in the sky yet, you don't have the slightest worry about the king, and you let the emperor's grandson ascend to the throne? Isn't it a curse that Your Majesty can't be healed? ”

Zhao Mianze glanced at him, his eyes were slightly condensed, and he didn't say a word, just looked at everyone in the hall. Lu Huaming and Xie Changjin glanced at each other, took two steps forward, knelt down and said, "Your Highness, Lu Xingguo has said bluntly before that there is no hope for Your Majesty to wake up. But the country can not be without a king for a day, according to the will of the ministers, in order to stabilize the dynasty and the heart of the people, His Royal Highness the Emperor should ascend to the throne as soon as possible. ”

Glancing at Zhao Mianze, Sima Ruiming, the supervisor of Qintian, stepped forward and said, "Imperial grandson, Your Majesty was victimized by a traitor in the Yujing Pavilion, and he was seriously injured and did not wake up. However, the heavenly phase sits alone in Ding You, which is the image of the rise of another generation of famous masters, and the will of heaven is the same. ”

The news that the emperor could no longer wake up caused the entire main hall to fall into a brief silence.

At the second hour, in the Qianqing Palace, Zhao Mianze sat in the outer hall with a pale face.

A bleak wind and bitter rain enveloped the imperial city.

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"She's waiting for me, I don't want her to wait a little longer."

Just when Agu thought he wouldn't answer, he suddenly hooked his lips.

Zhao Jun didn't answer his words, and was silent for a long time.

But at this moment, looking at the locked city, looking at his cold face wet from the rainstorm, and the cold light that was colder than the blade, Agu couldn't help but sigh: "I don't understand, why do you insist on entering Beijing tonight?" The ships are blocked, the gates are locked, the roads are sealed, and they are hunting and killing all the way, and it is clear that they want to take your life. In my opinion, entering Beijing with our Royal Highness the Crown Prince is the safest way for you. Coming over like you is completely self-defeating, and you will hit other people's knives with your life. Exposing yourself to others in danger is not the work of a wise man, and it is not like your style of King Jin......"

He was ordered to follow Zhao Zhu.

Knowing that the water and land routes into Beijing had been blocked, they had to jump ashore from Jiangxin's official boat, rob a group of Nanyan soldiers, seize their horses, and gallop to Beijing as fast as possible. Along the way, there were a lot of encirclements and interceptions, and in just 20 miles, there were constant obstructions, and it was not easy to get here, but it was still only closed.

Agu frowned.

Glancing at him coldly, Zhao Zun had a cold face, "I didn't greet him with a knife, I was already friendly." ”

Agu looked at the retracted head, raised his eyes and glared, then looked at Zhao Zhu on the side, and said in a low voice, "His Royal Highness the King of Jin, your people in Nanyan are really unfriendly, where is there such hospitality, people have already arrived at the place, but they are stopped outside?" ”

"Our General Zhou said, go to the palace immediately to report, you wait a minute."

But for a moment, it was the same captain, and he appeared on the city wall again.

The head on the city wall quickly disappeared.

With a tactful voice, he said, "You wait a while, I'll go and report to General Zhou that I know." ”

They said it so categorically that the captain didn't dare to hesitate any longer. But the guards of Jinchuan Gate had received an order from above not to open the city gate without authorization, no matter what happened. How dare he, a school captain, disobey orders?

Agu said: "If you don't believe it, open the city gate and see what we are doing." ”

As soon as he heard this, the captain became a little nervous, and wondered: "Is it really His Royal Highness the King of Jin?" You guys...... Is it really a Beidi envoy? Didn't you say that the envoys hadn't arrived in Beijing yet? ”

Agu snorted coldly, wiped a handful of rainwater, and unceremoniously raised his head and roared, "Emperor Beidi's letter of state has been presented to the emperor of your country, how can you be a little lieutenant to doubt it?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense here, our Royal Highness the King of Jin has been dead for months!"

He had seen Zhao Zhu before, but only from a distance, and he had not seen a real person so closely, and now he saw a living "dead man" standing in front of him, and he almost screamed in horror. His complexion changed and changed, and he lowered his head.

The captain leaned down half of his body and looked at Zhao Zhu like a ghost.

"His Royal Highness the King of Jin?"

This trip was Zhao Zhu and others, who secretly sneaked into Beijing from the canal, and they were accompanied by the Beidi general Agu. He glanced up at the people on the city wall, strode forward, and shouted in jerky Chinese, "Don't you see it?" We are the envoys of Beidi, and on the orders of Hasar, the prince of Beidi, please come and inquire. The one in front of me is His Royal Highness the King of Jin in your Nanyan, can you open the city gate quickly? ”

The man at the front did not answer, but approached step by step, his face extremely cold, and he looked at him with a burning face. The lieutenant was startled and swallowed his saliva, "You guys...... Who is it? ”

"Stop——! What for? ”

The gates were closed, and an armored captain on the walls whispered.

Such a group of people suddenly appeared at the gate of the city, which attracted many people to watch.

They are all dressed in the garb of the Beidi people.

As soon as the rainstorm came, many people began to look for a place to shelter from the rain, but at this moment, a "clatter" of horses' hooves came. I saw a group of more than a dozen people quickly approaching the closed Jinchuan Gate City. The man at the head of the group had a cold face, sharp eyes, and a long figure rode on a horse, facing the torrential rain, looking extremely majestic.

Many people gathered inside and outside the city gates, and there was a great deal of discussion. The gates of the city were full of people from the emperor's grandson, although the people were panicked, but there was no chaos, and a group of soldiers, like a reckless black snake, roamed the city, no matter what these small people said, they all ignored it, looked at the crowd in Wuyang and Wuyang, and made fun of it in a low voice.

As a result, the gate of Jingshi has become an extremely strange place.

People outside the city want to get in, but they can't.

The people in the city wanted to come out, but they couldn't get out.

Some people also say that in fact, the emperor has died. However, hindering the peace talks with Beidi, for the sake of the stability of the frontier, it is just a secret. The news that "the emperor has died" was spread in private, and it spread farther and farther, and in the teahouse restaurant that stayed sleepless late at night, it had already been made up.

Some people say that the emperor suddenly contracted a vicious illness and was unclear.

But what happened? Nobody knows.

But all the news in the palace was broken, and everyone knew that something big had happened in Beijing.

A new round of turmoil is coming.

Closing roads, locking gates, closing city gates, not allowing entry or exit, such a thing is the first time since the founding of Dayan. As a result, the entire Ying Tianfu realm fell into a panic. In the big camp in the land of Gyeonggi, the fire was bright, and there was no one in the mansion who fell asleep in a radius of dozens of miles.

People who have lived in the capital for a long time have a high level of political consciousness.

In a moment, the rain finally poured down. The upheaval in the palace is not known to outsiders. In the streets and alleys, the light of the fire could not penetrate the layers of heavy rain and fog, but the sudden martial law of the Beijing division still caused people to be uneasy.

The people of a city were panicking, and the lightning and thunder were getting more and more urgent.

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They all knew that the prince in front of them would soon be the future monarch. His joy and anger can decide the life and death of others, and from now on, he must be more cautious in his words and deeds, for fear of touching his scales.

The doctors shivered, and the cold sweat on their backs had already soaked their clothes.

"Your servants obey orders and will do everything they can—"

"Go by yourself. Good life takes care of His Majesty. ”

Zhao Mianze remained motionless for a long time, and finally sat back in his chair weakly.

A hammer is finalized, and its meaning is self-evident. Everyone knows that Lu Xingguo has good medical skills, and he has been famous for decades, and there are praises of "the first divine doctor of Dayan" inside and outside the palace. Over the years, Emperor Hong Taidi's body has been conditioning him, and now that he says so, I'm afraid that he is really weak.

"Your Highness, the ministers have done their best. It is a miracle that the princess can save His Majesty's life. The current situation is that Hua Tuo Bian Que is reincarnated, and he is powerless......"

Lu Xingguo is a doctor who has made great achievements in medical skills, compared to the few doctors on the side who were trembling with fear, although there was also horror on his face, his expression was much calmer. Looking at Zhao Mianze with a wistful face, he let out a long sigh.

Zhao Mianze hated, "A group of rice buckets, what's the use of asking you to wait?" ”

To put it mildly, it's a living dead. Although it is alive, it is no different from a dead person.

Most people have understood what Lu Xingguo's "soul disorder" is.

Such an explanation is easy to understand.

"The so-called soul disorder refers to the fact that a person's heart is still in the pulse, the breath is still there, but the emotions and intellect are not open, they are not moving, they are silent, and they are unable to take care of themselves...... This kind of injury, recorded in ancient books, also has cases of awakening, but it can be extremely rare. ”

"Soul Disorder? That's what's the problem? Someone asked in confusion.

Lu Xingguo's white beard trembled, seeing that his face was not good, he fell to the ground, kowtowed fiercely, and his choked voice was also sad, "Your Highness, Your Majesty's illness should be the soul escape recorded in the ancient books......"

Zhao Mianze's eyes turned red, he took two steps forward, grabbed Lu Xingguo's neckline, and gritted his teeth fiercely, "Imperial Doctor Lu, do you know what you're talking about?" ”

can save a life, and there is no hope of recovery...... A few words are like thunder.

The crowd froze.

The dead pulse is also known as the dead pulse, and the imperial doctor said it very vaguely in order to avoid the emperor's illness, but the words "only three days" also shocked the people of the palace. Lu Xingguo also said that his diagnosis was the final decision discussed by more than a dozen imperial doctors, and he was not the only one who thought so.

Lu Xingguo is Emperor Hongtai's special imperial physician, and he was scolded by Zhao Mianze, his beard trembled slightly, his tone was extremely slow, and his voice was hoarse as if he was the dying man, "Your Highness, long live the veins of the Lord are faint and volatile, empty and astringent, all of them are ...... Absolute pulse also. Looking at his complexion, his ears, eyes and forehead are already blue, and those who are out of pulse will not live for more than three days. Fortunately, the princess had applied the needle in time before, and she might be able to save her life, but she was afraid that there was no hope of waking up. ”

Zhao Mianze's eyes sank, and he hurriedly asked, "Imperial Doctor Lu, how is the situation?" ”

"Your Highness...... The old minister is incompetent......"

At this moment, the curtain opened, and an old woman with gray hair and a long beard came over, lifted the corners of her robe, and knelt on the ground.

Another thunderclap blasted through their heads, and some people couldn't help but shudder.

"Crackle—"

Zhao Mianze walked around with his hands in his hands, looking at the door of the inner hall from time to time, his eyes were deep and dark.

"Your Majesty's talent, virtue and brilliance, I never thought of this bad luck, God has no eyes, God has no eyes......" The old ministers sighed.

In the outer hall, a group of tearful courtiers and children and grandchildren sighed and whispered, and even worse, some people couldn't help but cry on the ground, like mourning. Outside the gate of the Qianqing Palace, the concubines in the palace also rushed to hear the news, crying bursts, lining the entire Qianqing Palace with mourning.

In the inner hall, more than ten doctors from the Tai Hospital are trying their best to rescue them. Lying on the bright yellow dragon couch, the emperor was pale, with a medicinal cloth wrapped around his head, and the wounds on his body had been treated, but there was still no trace of blood on his bruised lips, and he looked haggard, and he no longer saw the heroes of the past.

This matter is a major event related to the fate of the entire Dayan, the fate of the ministers, and their future. Today is the 19th day of the fourth month of the 27th year of Hongtai. When the hour came, the thunder was even more intense, and the rain had not yet fallen. In the Qianqing Palace, the Zongren who had been sick at home for a long time ordered Zhao Gou, the king of Qin, Zhao Dong, the king of Xiang, Zhao Shu, the king of An, the little grandfather Yuan You, and the three princes and nine kings in the court, all of whom stayed awake all night, and all stayed in the main hall of the Qianqing Palace.

The fall of an emperor may reshuffle the temple pattern.

The existence of a ninety-five honor lies in the stability of the country and the balance of the court.

But these things are trivial compared to the unconscious emperor.

Why did the emperor ask the princess to go to the Imperial Pavilion? Why was Xia Wenqiu able to climb over the high palace wall and startle the holy driver? Who told her that there was an emperor and Xia Chu in the Yujing Pavilion, and who brought the knife to her? There is a lot of speculation about it.

What exactly happened to the Imperial Pavilion is unknown.

The life of an emperor is tied to too many disputes over power and profit. A sudden accident shook the entire government and the opposition. The imperial grandson's practice of "sealing the city gate and locking the news" was unanimously approved by all the ministers of the court. But the emperor's grandson's obvious behavior of shielding the princess also caused dissatisfaction among some old ministers.

A sleepless day and a night, the noise is still there.

Qianqing Palace.

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No one even knew that his clenched palms were also wet with sweat.

No one saw his clenched fists.

A sat silently on the edge of the door through a layer of impenetrable tents, looked at her quietly for a while, and finally slowly looked away, his eyes fell on the dim candle flame, watching the tongue of fire licking the light and shadow of the room furnishings, looking at the gilded screen, looking at the delicate potted plants, slowly holding his head, and the faint outline of a face fell into the shadows, and the knife carving was as deep and unfathomable.

After saying a word, the people in the tent were silent.

"Get out!"

Jia Yi let out a rare chuckle, "Good people don't have nightmares. ”

"I'm a good person." She said.

Qinglan answered and went. With the news of her footsteps, there was no sound in the hall for a while. Until Jia's slightly mocking voice came, "I thought you didn't care about it, but I never thought that you still couldn't let go." ”

With a gentle "um", Xia Chuqi thought about it and said, "You can tell Ah Ji that Your Majesty's current body, the medicine should not be too violent, it should be ...... Long-term training is essential. ”

She softened her voice, "Miss Seven, don't think too much, sleep in peace, there is no news from the Qianqing Palace yet." It's just that I think something will happen in the palace tonight, and there are guards running around outside, and there are occasional shouts. Our people from the Chutz Palace, that Ah Ji will not let him out. The slave maid thought that it should be the imperial grandson who wanted to protect the seventh lady. Listening to Ah Ji's meaning, now the court has a lot of criticism about Miss Seven because of His Majesty's affairs. I'm afraid that the palace will not be calm, Ah Ji said, the imperial grandson asked the seventh lady to be calm and not to be impatient. ”

Qinglan was silent, she didn't need to say it, she also knew what her psychological burden was. It's not the emperor, but the emperor is the master's father.

There was a hint of uncertain fear in the soft voice.

"I gave him an injection, and he shouldn't die." Xia Chuqi muttered something in a low voice, and suddenly held his head with both hands, as if talking to himself, and as if he was talking to Qinglan, "It was he who hit the stone pier and hurt his brain......"

"Miss Seven, I asked the guard to inquire, and he came back. It is said that the doctors have been treating him for a day and a night, but His Majesty is still in a coma and shows no signs of improvement. Qinglan replied softly.

Xia Chuqi was slightly startled and sat up, "But what's the situation?" ”

Then Qinglan's voice came in, "Miss Seven is awake?" ”

Good for a while. Footsteps were heard outside.

Talking to someone like Jiayi is extremely boring. He asked two questions, and he answered two sentences, but it was only equivalent to one sentence. Xia Chuqi sighed secretly and closed her mouth, only to feel that the thunder and lightning were more dense, and she couldn't sense the current mood of Jia Yi, who was afraid of thunder, but she didn't let him go and fell silent.

"I don't know." The voices of the people outside the tent were only deeper for the same words.

"Does he blame me?" She asked again.

She stared at the tent and lay still, looking at the top of the tent, "I didn't want him to die. He was the one who wanted me to die. Her voice was soft, like a feather gently brushing, but in her mind was the last look of the man who looked at her, he was a man who had fought the world in the battlefield, he was ...... Zhao Nineteen's father.

"I don't know." Jia Yi knew who she was asking, and his voice was cold.

After a while, she asked, "Jiayi, will he die?" ”

"I know, I don't blame you." Xia Chuqi tried his best to restrain his mood, not thinking about the earth-shattering scene of the Yinshan Emperor's Mausoleum, not thinking about the blood all over the ground in the Imperial Garden, not going to be like the busyness of the Qianqing Palace, and the old emperor who might lie on the bed forever. Breathing shallowly, his body seemed to float in mid-air, unable to land.

"I don't want to be afraid, Xia Chu." He said again.

Afraid of thunder? Xia Chuqi's heart almost jumped out of his chest. Jia Yi was afraid of thunder, and when he was in the dead room of the Yinshan Imperial Mausoleum, it was precisely because he was afraid of thunder that it led to what happened later. The tighter her palms squeezed, her mouth trembled, and she didn't know how to answer.

In the silence, A did not answer for a long time. When he was struck by another thunderbolt, he sighed silently, and countless emotions seemed to pour out in his heart, "I'm afraid of thunder and want to be here." ”

She was stunned for a moment, "Why are you here?" ”

Usually it's Qinglan and Meizi who are keeping vigil, but today it's another familiar male voice.

"Yes." Someone outside the tent soon joined in.

She sighed as she was looking for something.

"It's hot, it's time to change to a light quilt tomorrow."

The palms of her hands have always been wet, and she has no way to tell between right and wrong. From the moment Zhao Nineteen left her, there was no longer right or wrong in her world. Or this moment, or because of thunder and lightning, the uneasiness in her heart was pushed to a high point. The palm of her hand tugged on the corner of the quilt, and she rubbed it gently, letting the sweaty warm liquid rub against the quilt.

She doesn't know history, but she knows very well how big Emperor Hongtai's critical illness is for a country and a court. The safety of a king is related to the society, and it often changes not only the fate of a person, but the pattern of the entire world.

On this day and night, the seven thoughts of the beginning of summer do not belong. For the sake of Xiao Nineteen, she has been forcing herself to fall asleep, not thinking about what kind of changes will happen to the Qianqing Palace. But over and over again, the more I want to sleep, the heavier my demons become. A pair of eyes widened, the gauze tent in front of him drooped, without a trace of wind turbulence, the candle flame outside the tent was like a ghost fire, the tongue of fire shook gently, the thunder outside the hall was deafening, faintly revealing a kind of cold in the storm, the wind was gusting, and it was very suffocating.

Under the thick black curtain, this night in the palace was extremely unpeaceful.

Lightning and thunder roared, and the sky was hazy.