Zhang Ying came to the Qilong Palace, and unsurprisingly saw the Imperial Forest Army blocking the door again.

"Who arranged these people?" Zhang Ying stood a few meters away and looked at the Imperial Forest Army, feeling a headache.

He really couldn't understand why someone would meddle in the palace. And looking at this posture, it seems that the saint is under house arrest in the dormitory.

But what the eunuch said made her stunned again, and the eunuch said that these royal forest troops were all arranged by the saint.

Holy?

"Why?" At first, Zhang Ying thought that someone wanted to seek power and usurp the throne, but listening to the eunuch's words, it seemed that he was wrong. It's not that someone wants to usurp power, but that the Holy One is protecting something in this way.

The eunuch hesitated, but still didn't tell the truth, and said, "The princess should go in, these royal guards shouldn't stop Your Highness." ”

The Imperial Forest Army guarding outside the Qilong Palace is not as incomprehensible as the Imperial Forest Army guarding outside the palace, and this group of Imperial Forest Army is the closest to the Holy One and understands the meaning of the Holy One the most.

Zhang Ying nodded and walked straight over.

Sure enough, these Imperial Forest Soldiers automatically gave way for Zhang Ying to enter.

The saint who was lying on the dragon bed heard the voice and knew that Xu was Zhang Ying coming, so he didn't open his eyes, and asked weakly, "Ah Ying, are you here?" ”

Zhang Ying followed the voice and walked to the dragon couch, looking at the appearance of the saint, he was so frightened that he almost screamed.

She had never seen such a holy being. So weak, so dull.

The face of the former handsome is full of death, the pale face is accompanied by the pale lips, and the soft hair is now a little dry.

Zhang Ying covered his mouth and asked tremblingly, "What happened when Erchen was away?" ”

Why do I suddenly get seriously ill? Ming Mingsheng's body is very healthy, so healthy that the imperial doctors say that he will be the longest-lived generation of Mingjun.

But what happened now?

Sheng Shang opened his eyes, weakly held Zhang Ying's hand, and said, "The current appearance of my father cannot be known by outsiders. A-Ying, it's all up to you. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Ying's tears couldn't stop flowing, and she shook her head again and again.

"Father will definitely be cured, didn't the imperial doctor say it, father." In the end, Zhang Ying couldn't cry anymore. She understood what the Holy One meant, and there was no prince under the Holy One who was older enough to take on the heavy responsibility of being the king of a country.

Therefore, she needs to support her, so as not to mess up the court.

Sheng Shang pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Father is not sick, Father is cursed." The imperial doctor had no choice but to wait for death. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Ying's face froze, and he shouted loudly: "Curse? ”

The saint is Mingjun, and she really can't imagine that someone would spell the saint.

"It is impossible for a man in the world not to offend. My father is in a high position, even more so. The saint closed his eyes and lay with his head back: "Under the power, there is the jealousy and covetousness of many people. ”

Jealousy turns a person into a devil, not a real devil, and more terrible than a real devil.

Zhang Ying lay on the saint and cried, "I will definitely find someone to unravel the curse, father, you must survive in good health, you must." ”

"A kingdom cannot be without a king for a day." The saint sighed: "My father can't handle the government now, and if it is delayed, the parliament will be chaotic." ”

Zhang Ying saw that the saint was also thinking about state affairs at this time, and cried even more: "Father, you are the king of a country, but you are also an ordinary person, when you think about the country, can you also consider yourself!" ”

People cannot be resurrected after death, but it is not irreparable to delay the government for a few days.

Lin Xuanqi also happened to come over, saw this scene through the hidden door, hesitated for a moment and didn't choose to go in.

"There's someone out there." The saint opened his eyes, looked out of the door, and after seeing that it was Lin Xuanqing, he relaxed: "It's Xuanqing, come in." ”

Hearing the saint shouting to come in, Lin Xuanqian no longer hid and walked in. Although he was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but be surprised when he looked at the saint who described the withered sage.

On that fair-skinned and thin neck, Lin Xuanyu faintly saw something that looked like corpse spots.

Lin Xuanqian gasped and said tentatively: "If the saint is willing, the minister can find someone who can unlock the curse for the saint." ”

The saint still shook his head and said, "You assist Zhang Ying and take her to govern the country well." Although she is a girl, she never loses to a boy. Wait for the little prince to grow up and be able to take on things, and then assist the little prince to succeed. ”

For Zhang Ying, the saint has always been relieved. He wasn't worried at all, when the little prince grew up, Zhang Ying would not hand over this high position.

Looking at the saint who seemed to be explaining his last words, Lin Xuanqian sighed and said, "The curse is not unsolvable, why should the saint give up on himself like this." ”

Although it is difficult, there is a glimmer of possibility.

Isn't it normal to choose to try?

"I know my body in my own heart, you don't have to worry about me, just manage the country for me." The saint said, struggling to get up.

Seeing this, Zhang Ying hurriedly stretched out his hand to support the saint and slowly helped him sit up. Lin Xuanqi also held a jade pillow and cushioned it behind the saint, so that he could sit firmly.

By the time I returned to Nanfu, the sun was already about to set.

Mu Yunge greeted him, took the robe he took off, and asked, "Why have you been there for so long?" Is something happening to the saint? ”

Lin Xuanyu nodded and said, "The saint has been cursed, and he has just explained the aftermath. ”

"What?" Mu Yunge never expected to hear this result, and said in surprise: "Who will curse the saint?" What curse? ”

Lin Xuanyu shook his head, walked to the chair and sat down, silently playing with the tea cup on the table.

He knew that Zhang Ying would not be willing to take on this task of the saint, and as Tuoba Lian's concubine, she was not suitable for meddling in the government affairs of the Central Plains.

But if the saint really died, it seems that the best solution can only be this.

Mu Yunge put the finished dishes on the table with a little heaviness on his face. Suddenly said: "Otherwise, I will take Xiao Yi into the palace once tomorrow, Xiao Yi said that he had been exposed to the curse, maybe he will have a way to unlock the curse on the saint's body." ”

"If the Holy One agrees, let's try it." Lin Xuanyu said, picked up the chopsticks, and said, "But it seems that the possibility of being able to solve it is not very likely, the saint should have found some people to see." ”

Xiao Yi has only been in contact with it superficially, and it seems that it is not easy to unlock the curse on the saint's body.