(On the tenth day of the first month of decay, the weak female revenge master and apprentice love and hate the poison doctor killer) 332 sick beds forced the palace

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The person who stabbed him was very ruthless, and used a steel knife to penetrate the body of King Jing and insert it into the bed, as if it was firmly nailed to the top, and it was inseparable.

Seeing this, the first few cronies were crying and at a loss.

At this time, the dragons are leaderless, this army is almost scattered, aren't they fighting so much just for the throne of King Jing alone? Now that the prince of Jing is dead, who is this son fighting for? So they all surrendered and went to Gong Wangye.

Originally, there were so many people, all of them were Dahong's people, and the gang of people under the two princes who were working hard were actually unclear about their ancestors and relatives, and they were all a family hundreds of years ago. This time, he threw down his blade and just wanted to go home for a reunion as soon as possible after finishing this battle.

Gong Wangye was originally thinking about it to last longer, but he didn't expect his brother to die like this! Under severe torture and interrogation, I learned that the younger brother of a soldier who was killed and set an example for the monkey felt that his brother had died unjustly, and King Jing was really hard-hearted, so he held a grudge and found an opportunity to avenge his brother.

Seeing this, Gong Wangye was also sad, waved his hand and asked someone to deal with it by military law, collected the person's head, collected the body of King Jing, and then collected such a large team.

On the one hand, Prince Jing died miserably, and Prince Gong and he were brothers, which was somewhat sad; At the same time, if the fierce enemy is dead, then there is only one person left in this realm, and he is undoubtedly the next emperor of Dahong, and he is the next son of heaven in the Eight Classics.

Just when Gong Wangye's heart was full of joy, the Emperor Dahong, who was tortured in despair, guilt, and hatred, and Lang Jue, who was once fierce and fierce, finally came to the end of his life.

When Gong Wang Ye heard this, where did he think of so much, he hurriedly withdrew from the northern Xinjiang to Chang'an, who knew that he could catch up, and he was tired of nine horses along the way and returned to the imperial city, but his father still had a breath.

Lang Jue was lying on the bed and couldn't move, and a group of people kneeling on the ground were all concubines and servants in the harem.

Everyone cried so much that people didn't dare to howl too much, Gong Wangye hurriedly leaned over, held the emperor's hand, and listened to him muttering two words in his mouth, listening carefully, it seemed to be "Duo'er, Duo'er".

This is probably a woman's name, but I don't know which woman's affectionate name it is? Because there is really no woman named Duo'er in this harem, and the emperor is so worried.

Gong Wang Ye gently shook his father's arm, and when he saw that he was still unconscious, he pinched his father's finger fiercely, and then pulled his father out of the chaos.

Lang Jue's dim eyes rolled a few times, and finally fell on his son, and Gong Wang Ye hurriedly said: "Father, you can be regarded as awake."

The emperor looked at him, gasped and asked, "Why are you?" - What do you mean by "How are you?" ”

If it's not me, then who are you thinking?

Isn't Gong Wang Ye angry when he hears it? But he still suppressed his anger and replied, "It's Erchen."

"What about the others?" Lang Jue seemed to be very impatient with this son.

Gong Wang Ye said unhurriedly: "Zhaoyang has long been forced away by you, second brother, King Jing is dead."

There was a pain in Lang Jue's eyes: "Dead? Why did he die? ”

"I heard that the army was too strict, and I was assassinated by a subordinate in order to vent my personal anger." Naturally, he didn't dare to tell the whole truth.

Lang Jue hadn't reached the time when he was old and confused, so he gritted his teeth and propped himself up: "It's not okay to look at me, you two are making trouble outside." After fighting in the nest for so long, how could he be so strong and strong. I'm afraid it has nothing to do with you at all. If I can't see any of them, you'll all be reversed! It's the other way around! ”。

Gong Wang Ye hurriedly defended respectfully: "This time I really wronged my son." I also brought back the head of the assassin, so that the eldest brother could go away and relieve his hatred. By the way, my father may not know", his words were deliberate, quite a bit of hatred: "Third brother, his legs were also destroyed, and he may have had a serious illness, in short, he can't stand up for the rest of his life, and now he can't wake up, and Concubine Run is taking care of it."

Lang Jue was even more anxious when he heard the words: "Me! Boss, you're out of luck! I have such a son, the dead are dead, the crippled, and you are the only one left. When are you really clean? Mutilating siblings and destroying humanity! Who's next, you say? Isn't it my turn, too, ah! ”

Lang Jue didn't come up in one breath and said so many words, and he was coughing and wheezing, and his face was pale.

Gong Wangye didn't have the courage to force the palace this time, plus he didn't have to force him, his father ran out of oil and dried up like this, which is a moment or two, plus where can he find a son next to him? Just wait for him to kick his legs, so that he can be a righteous son of heaven.

So, Lang Yuan bowed respectfully and said, "Father, don't worry, it's important to take care of the dragon's body." If the child does something wrong, he still hopes that his father will bother to teach him as usual. How dare you bear such heavy words? Princes and ministers, fathers and sons, children will never dare to offend."

Lang Jue was disgusted when he saw his face dangling in front of him, so he used his last bit of strength to smash the edge of the bed: "Go!" Walk! There you go! ”

Gong Wang Ye knelt in front of the bed and did not raise his head: "Even if my father doesn't like his sons, but at this moment, except for his sons, I'm afraid that no one can stay by your side, and I hope that my father will think twice."

"Good! Hello! Lang Jue's eyes widened, a mouthful of thick phlegm stuck in his throat, and he shouted hoarsely: "Come on, come on, come on, ......come on" The hand held a scroll of edicts, and his voice was hoarse to beckon people to come forward.

However, Prince Gong is here to block well, who else dares to come up and do a lot of things?

So, the last word of the Son of Heaven was stuck in his throat, but he held the scroll and refused to let go, his hands stiffly stretched forward, and the eunuch stepped forward at the behest of Prince Gong.

Oh, my God! The Son of Heaven is dead!

Seeing this, Lu Yanhe, who rushed to hear the news, was exhausted and fell at the door of the main hall, and was in charge of the overall situation before being driven to the dragon couch by the maid.

Her son is not waking up, and her husband is gone!

But she still has to force herself here to announce the succession of the murderer suspected of killing her son!

Oh, my God! There is no more miserable life than her Lu Runhe!

Countless people below all cried together, and the pain and misery shook the sky and resounded through the clouds.

Now that they have seen this kind of shape clearly, they have no other hope when they see it, they are all crying in resignation, crying that the emperor is dead, crying that they don't know where to go their fate, rather than crying for the master, it is better to cry for a rootless slave like himself.