In the next few days, under the careful care of Bai Weiying, Si Huazhen recuperated his injuries with peace of mind, because he had already torn his face with the emperor, Du Zhi and Si Helin also sent people from the palace to visit Si Huazhen.

"Ah Zhen, you say, does the emperor really write down the edict of Zen?" Bai Weiying saw Si Huazhen's determined and well-organized appearance, but asked a little uneasily.

If the emperor is obsessed with it again and still sticks to the dragon chair, it will not have much impact on their plans, and it will just take more time and energy in the game with Si Yuanqiong, but if there is that edict, everything will be justified.

"He naturally will, but no matter how much he doesn't want to, I have a way to force him to write an edict." Si Huazhen leaned on the soft pillow behind him, played with Bai Weiying's tender fingertips, and said meaningfully: "Now, he is under house arrest by Si Yuanqiong, and he doesn't have much time to be sober all day, if I take advantage of his soberness to let him 'inadvertently' hear something, it will be extremely easy." ”

Si Huazhen only said half of his words, and then turned his self-evident gaze to Bai Weiying, and Bai Weiying's voice revealed a bit of confident speculation: "Because the person who entered the palace to besiege and kill you that day was sent by Si Yuanqiong, the emperor should also react in hindsight, he is suspected of being the wrong person, plus your encouragement, the only person he can rely on is still Ah Zhen." ”

Although the current Si Huazhen has completely given up on the emperor and has no expectations for him, if the emperor can send the edict of the Zen throne, Si Huazhen will also be able to ensure the emperor's safe retirement.

After all, in the face of life and power, most people's choice is to save their lives, and if they don't even have their lives, it is in vain to have monstrous power.

Moreover, Si He is about to be, and the emperor will also be regarded as the emperor, although he cannot directly interfere in the affairs of the court, he is also extremely noble.

Such a choice is placed in front of the emperor, and the emperor can also think about which is more important.

Si Huazhen glanced at Bai Weiying's thoughtful appearance with his spare eyes, suddenly reached out and gently scratched the tip of Bai Weiying's small nose, and asked with interest, "What are you thinking?" ”

"I'm guessing what Si Yuanqiong's post-move is, since we can think of the edict of the Zen position, he must also be able to think of it." Bai Weiying always felt that things would not go so smoothly, on the contrary, there would inevitably be some twists and turns.

It's just that Bai Weiying doesn't know exactly what kind of twists and turns it is, and she is just taking one step at a time.

"So, it depends on whether Your Majesty wakes up in time this time, if it's late, you can only take the worst road and meet Si Yuanqiong's soldiers." Si Huazhen's tone was very flat, as if he was talking about what the weather was like today.

Seeing this, Bai Weiying couldn't help but smile and shook her head, Si Huazhen really wanted to open it, and saw everything, but she kept drilling the tip of the horns and began to become unfounded.

Xu is Bai Weiying couldn't get used to the leisurely look on Si Huazhen's face, she stretched out her hand, pinched Si Huazhen's face fiercely, and said with a bit of anger: "I'm so worried, but you are like a hands-off shopkeeper, it's really unfair." ”

Si Huazhen immediately lowered his posture, and begged for mercy in a low voice: "Yes, yes, the lady's lesson is right, for the husband, I have to think about the way back, and I definitely can't let Si Yuanqiong's traitor get in front of us." ”

It's just that Si Huazhen's words are so, but there is no urgency, Bai Weiying glanced at Si Huazhen angrily, and then stepped out of the door without looking back.

Si Huazhen saw Bai Weiying's rare appearance of playing a little temper, and he only felt cute and cute, like a milk cat, showing his self-righteous and fierce minions, leaving a deep and shallow mark on his heart, teaching him to be unstoppable.

At this time in the palace, the emperor woke up from his deep sleep, he struggled to open his eyes, but he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand, so he could only lie on the bed so weakly.

"Someone...... Come on...... I ......" The emperor coughed weakly, and the sound he made was as thin as a mosquito, "I want to drink water, pour a glass of water for me, and ......."

As soon as the emperor's words fell, he was carried away by a gust of wind and disappeared, and the emperor had no choice but to get up tentatively and get out of bed and walk to the table.

At this time, a vague discussion came into the emperor's ears, and the emperor subconsciously stopped his movements and eavesdropped.

"King Huai'an is really thoughtful, and he actually asked the imperial doctor to add delirious drugs to His Majesty's medicine, I see, the sky in this palace is afraid that it will change soon." The person who spoke seemed to be a little eunuch, soft-spoken, but clearly audible.

"Who said no, King Jingping was seriously injured, I'm afraid his life will be short, if I am Your Majesty, I should choose the successor as soon as possible, it is better than cheaper for nothing." The other chimed in, speaking in a tone that was indescribably demagogic.

The emperor listened to the conversation between the two, but he sneered in his heart.

Look, he's not dead yet, there are people who have moved so many crooked thoughts, if he really drives the crane west, I'm afraid I don't know what kind of movement will happen.

"Si Yuanqiong, I really misjudged you!" How much the emperor trusted Si Yuanqiong before, how much he hated him now, but no matter how much he hated, it would not help the status quo.

The emperor gasped heavily, and the familiar feeling of dizziness hit again, and the emperor knew that he was afraid that the medicinal properties were going to work again.

But he can't sleep yet, if he keeps sleeping like this, I'm afraid it will really be cheap for Si Yuanqiong.

The emperor bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and the smell of blood spread in his mouth, in exchange for a moment of sobriety for the emperor, he rolled towards the outside of the bed, and there was a muffled "bang", but the emperor fell to the ground with the quilt.

Fortunately, the distance between the bookcase and the bed was not too far, and the emperor climbed to the bookcase with difficulty, trembling and holding the pen, but at the moment when he was about to put the pen down, he suddenly hesitated.

How should this decree be written? Is it really necessary to give up the throne?

But if he hadn't written this edict, would he still have a way to live?

Countless thoughts lingered in the emperor's heart, and the thick ink at the tip of the pen dripped down, and a puddle of conspicuous ink appeared on the bright yellow cloth in an instant.

After a long time, the emperor seemed to have finally made up his mind, and put pen to paper.

Xu was tired from the depths of his body, and after the emperor had finished writing the last word, he completely collapsed on the table.

The emperor fought with the last trace of clarity, sealed the holy decree, and then closed his eyes unwillingly.