Emperor Jing Yuan believes that his pair of eyes, after decades of training, can be regarded as fiery eyes, as long as he has seen the things of gods and ghosts, he can have a seventy or eighty percent certainty.

This will be the thirteenth son who watched himself with his own eyes, anyway, have you ever seen anyone acting, did you really get yourself to death? It can be seen from this that this assassination is not directed and acted by the three brothers, but someone really wants to kill their brothers!

Qi Xuanhui's bedroom is not splendid, but no matter how he says it, he is also the prince under the name of Concubine Jing, and there will be no shortage of what he should have, and he can be regarded as having everything.

But in this gorgeous palace, there was a strong smell of blood, and the old lady Hu knelt in front of the emperor with sweat, carefully considering his words and replying.

These words, which are mixed with most of the medical-specific terms, are trying their best to say it for the better, but Emperor Jing Yuan, who was born in the palace since he was a child, grew up in the palace, and lived in the palace for most of his life, knows very well in his heart that the actual situation of this thirteen sons must be very bad.

Whether it is the lingering smell of blood or the lingering words in the ears, the prevarications used by the imperial doctors only mean one thing, that is, "This son is really dying!" ”

Although Qi Xuanhui is not his favorite son, he is also his bloodline, and he really didn't pay much attention to it in the past, but it will seem that this child is surprisingly good.

is even better than the unsuccessful son, the most beautiful man in the capital, but he is Qi Xuanhui's biological father after all, and he instinctively feels that his son is very manly, and he has nothing in common with the man who is more beautiful than a woman.

Looking at Qi Xuanhui lying quietly on the bed, Emperor Jing Yuan seemed to slowly recall that the beautiful moon concubine who was not like a mortal, this woman deeply amazed him at the beginning, but it was a pity that the beauty had a thin life, but she was a short-lived one, and in order to give birth to a second son for herself, she died suddenly.

In the inner courtyard of the deep palace, there are endless dirty and disgusting things, as an emperor, he chooses to look at Yiqiē in his own way, even if the concubine is very beautiful, but she is dead, if she sets off a storm for a dead person, it is not cost-effective.

Therefore, this beautiful woman, like a flash in the pan, suddenly appeared, quietly disappeared, and then was completely forgotten.

Emperor Jingyuan has too many children, he is first the emperor of a dynasty, and then the father of many children, and the children who are not in his own family will naturally be ignored.

But Qi Xuanhui was stayed away from him intentionally or unintentionally, this mother and son are too similar, and it is inevitable that he will feel uncomfortable when he sees it, how can Emperor Jingyuan make himself sad and guilty.

It was very simple to be out of sight and out of mind, but I really didn't expect that the snowy child back then had grown so big.

As for how the prince of Jin and the king of Ruijun got married to Qi Xuanhui in the early years, and how Concubine Jing officially adopted this poor child without a mother at the behest of her youngest son, he knew it, and even pushed it a little in it.

Thinking that Qi Xuanhui has always been alive, it is naturally still a good life, Concubine Jing is a kind-hearted woman, as long as she recognizes it, she will definitely be good for this poor child.

Emperor Jing Yuan really didn't expect that the relationship between the six sons, the ninth son and the thirteenth son could be so good that they didn't care about life and death, and the royal family had no family affection.

When people get older, their feelings will inevitably be extraordinarily rich, and their thoughts and thoughts will gradually be different from when they were young and prime.

If he had seen these ten years earlier, he was afraid that these three children would have felt that these three children were too soft-hearted, difficult to become big, and overwhelmed by the heavy responsibilities.

But for an elderly emperor, it is really touching that there will be such a sincere brotherly relationship in the deep palace.

"These sons are all born to me, and when I am still there, I can always try my best to keep them alive and well, and make a circle between their brothers, but once my life comes to an end, I am afraid that once I enter the ground here, the prince over there" Emperor Jing Yuan thought of this, and his heart struck hard.

His eyes left Qi Xuanhui's bed, and he slowly turned to Concubine Jing, who was sitting on the official hat chair, without saying a word, with a sad expression and a haggard face.

It stands to reason that she is Qi Xuanhui's mother, and her son has suffered such a big crime, why don't she take the opportunity to cry and win some sympathy from herself, so that she can rely on these sympathies to obtain greater benefits.

Emperor Jing Yuan was tired of seeing such tricks, but since Concubine Jing entered the door and saluted, she sat by her side from beginning to end, secretly sad and weeping, and she didn't want to rely on her own reason at all, so she took the opportunity to fight for more benefits.

He could see that the woman in front of him, who was no longer young, was really sad, Concubine Jing was the most beautiful, and she spent a lot of time on maintaining her appearance all day long, obviously she was also a woman in her forties, and she was still girlish.

It's no wonder that I can't help but spoil her more, but at this moment, Concubine Jing always has no messy makeup, but at this time, her sideburns are scattered, and her face is not a little fat powder, she looks a little gray, and she looks ten years old.

At this moment, someone inside said something in a slightly louder voice, and Concubine Jing was frightened, and hurriedly stood up and turned her face to look.

At the moment when she turned her head, Emperor Jing Yuan actually saw the silver thread shining in Concubine Jing's sideburns, and her heart was shocked, "It's old, it turns out that she is also old, she is more than twenty years younger than me, she is old, so what about me?" ”

Emperor Jing Yuan's heart was a rare sting, and a rare trace of water flashed in his eyes, he couldn't help but raise his head and blink, knocked on the table suddenly, and ordered in a deep voice: "Let people pass the decree to Dachengtian Temple and Qintianjian all night long, and pray for the king of Liangjun." ”

"Someone immediately chose a site outside the palace to build a county palace for the king of Liangjun."

Concubine Jing, who was originally standing, was stunned for a while, knelt down and kowtowed suddenly, crying for her son whose life and death were uncertain, and as she spoke, tears couldn't help but fall in panic, "This is the title that my son exchanged for blood and life!" It's not worth it! ”

Emperor Jing Yuan stood up himself, stretched out his hand to help Concubine Jing up, and sighed: "Your body is not good, just let Zhen'er watch here, I will send you back to the palace, rest for a night, recuperate your spirits, and come to see your son tomorrow." ”

Concubine Jing didn't want to leave at all, although the one lying on the bed was not her own, but she had been raised for ten years, and it was already the same as her own, the poor child's life and death were uncertain, and she could sleep with peace of mind when she was a mother?

But thinking of her eldest son's advice, thinking of the thousand-year-old elixir that could save her son, she looked at Emperor Jingyuan with gratitude and tenderness, and nodded softly in the emperor's favorite posture.

With tears in his eyes, he whispered: "Your Majesty is also tired, the concubine has asked Yagu to stew eight treasure duck for you, and I originally wanted to send it to you, but now that I see it, then please move and go back to the dormitory with some soup." ”

Emperor Jingyuan saw that his beloved concubine was so sad, and put himself in the first place, saying that it was useless, it was fake, the two had been husband and wife for more than 20 years, and the feelings were still there.

The two of them supported each other, and were about to leave, and they all walked to the gate of the palace, Emperor Jing Yuan suddenly remembered that he had always felt that something was wrong, and turned around and asked the prince of Jin: "Why don't you see Li'er?" How's he's hurting? ”

Concubine Jing's hand tightened when she heard the words, and the tears that were easy to stop slipped down like pearls, and Emperor Jingyuan, who saw it, was not distressed, he reached out and patted Concubine Jing's hand to show comfort.

But his eyes looked straight at King Jin, this is a must to listen to the result.

The prince of Jin couldn't help but feel a little worthless for Qi Xuanhui in his heart, Xiao Thirteen's life was almost gone, and he just changed his name, when his father didn't even have half a word of condolence, and King Ruijun's face was not revealed, but he was worried about his father's heart, these are all pro-sons, why is the difference so big?

The prince of Jin himself doesn't like to flatter his own son, so although he is down-to-earth and hardworking, he is not particularly favored.

If it weren't for his own ability, and his mother was a favored person, I am afraid that there would not be any good end, and Qi Xuanhui was quite a bit of a sympathetic taste, and he unconsciously held it in his heart.

But it's the one who forgets to be remembered by his own Lao Tzu, and it's also his own brother.

He gathered his thoughts, bowed down and replied: "The ninth brother has also suffered some external injuries after this man, and he has been running back and forth, exhausted, and the imperial doctor has seen that he has used medicine, and this time he has rested. ”

"He is worried about the thirteenth brother in his heart, he refuses to leave the palace alive or dead, and now he is resting in the side hall next door, if his father is not at ease, why don't you accompany your sons to take a look?"

When Emperor Jingyuan heard this, his eyes unconsciously looked at the inner hall, and it was either the imperial doctor or the palace maid and eunuch who moved, and Qi Xuanhui had not moved at all.

I don't know what he was thinking, but he looked at Qi Xuanhui's direction and stayed still.

After looking at it for a while, he nodded to the prince of Jin, pulled Concubine Jing to go out first, and went to the side hall to see King Ruijun.

King Jin couldn't help but glance up at the inner room, which was still brightly lit, and people were still busy coming and going, but in his heart, somehow, there was a sense of desolation.

Sending away the black-faced Emperor Jingyuan, the prince of Jin still returned to Qi Xuanhui's bedroom, although he didn't want to scare the imperial doctor, but he couldn't help but stand by Qi Xuanhui's couch and said a few heavy words.

Qi Xuanhui's face turned red at this time, it was obvious that he was feverish, and the prince of Jin was also a well-read person, so he understood that this was not a good phenomenon, and he couldn't help but be anxious, where can he still sit still? R1152