Du Weizhen's filial son heart twitched, and he didn't dare to disturb the imperial doctor, so he had to wait anxiously.

Time passed minute by minute, and the imperial doctor with the oldest and highest medical skills who was in the Tai Hospital just now wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and stood up tremblingly.

After he saluted respectfully to Du Weizhen, he followed him outside to talk, and the other imperial doctors also followed, so that the emperor could breathe.

The old imperial doctor's face was solemn, "The emperor's body is already extremely weak, and it is even more uncomfortable to be frightened by the assassin like this." ”

The old imperial doctor paused, buried his head lower, and said with sincere fear: "The following words, please forgive His Royal Highness the Crown Prince for his innocence." ”

Du Weizhen realized something, and his eyes that had been squinted angrily because of the appearance of the assassin suddenly widened, full of disbelief, but in the end, he still spit out with difficulty, "Lord Wu said clearly, this palace, forgive you for your innocence." ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty." The old imperial doctor said, "The emperor is too frightened, and the injuries are worse, and the time is short." ”

Du Weizhen staggered a few steps, shocked, and his eyes gradually blurred.

The man has tears and does not flick, but he has not reached the sad place, and Du Weizhen only knows the true meaning of this sentence at this moment, and his heart is full of desolation.

He forced a few words out from between his teeth, "Cure your father at all costs!" Even if the odds were slim, Du Weizhen decided not to give up.

"Also, investigate the Imperial City thoroughly and find the Assassins!"

Du Weizhen's eyes and circles were dyed red, and the violent color in his eyes was surging, like an angry lion, wanting to break into pieces the corpses of those who broke into his territory and hurt his loved ones!

The imperial doctors and guards hurriedly took the order.

The emperor's assassination should not be made public, so as not to startle the snake, Du Weizhen just asked Wang Suping to come back overnight.

Wang Suping was stopped as soon as he left the palace, it seemed that the people were flustered, knowing that something must have happened, so he didn't ask much, and followed the people into the imperial study.

In addition to him, there were other ministers inside, all of whom were Du Weizhen's most trusted confidants, and they only then knew about the emperor's assassination.

The minister with a big belly, but the loyal minister gasped, and the fierceness between his eyebrows and eyes did not match his temperament, "Who is so bold?!" "Because of this banquet, the guards of the palace are much stricter than usual, but at this kind of junction, someone has the audacity to do anything wrong in the palace, and the object is still the emperor! What a nobody!

Wang Suping has always been the most calm, he didn't speak until Du Weizhen's eyes fell on him, and he opened his mouth to ask before answering: "Weichen thinks that the Yidan people are extremely suspicious. ”

Du Weizhen nodded his chin and motioned for him to continue, and the others looked at him seriously.

Wang Suping's expression was serious, and he said: "First, the incident happened when the Yidan people arrived, which is the most superficial; Second, they took the initiative to make peace and come over to say hello to His Highness, which is really suspicious. Wechen only has these two reasons for the time being. ”

If the object of suspicion is someone else, only these two reasons are too reckless, but coincidentally, the object is the Yidan people who happen to be in the palace, then this reason, which has only a little credibility, suddenly jumps most of the time, Du Weizhen thought, he should check the "Anfen" Yidan prince.

In the second half of the night, Du Weizhen had these ministers put in a carriage and instructed them to be delivered to the door of their mansion, which moved them again.

Then Du Weizhen personally selected a few secret guards to guard the palace where Tulan Chahe temporarily lived, and then did not return to his prince's mansion, but went to the Jinluan Palace, and asked people to clean some of the beauty couches in the outer hall, and he made do with lying outside.

The beauty couch is not small, but it is really difficult for an adult tall man to lie on it without any restraint, he didn't sleep well this night, but fortunately, he also wanted to guard his father.

When he woke up with a sore back, it was not dawn, and he didn't feel sleepy, so he went into the inner room, but the emperor still didn't wake up.

Du Weizhen sighed inaudibly, picked up a chair and sat on the edge of the bed, holding a book in his hand, and read quietly in the dim light.

He sat like this until the sky was slightly bright, because his eyes were a little tired from seeing in the dim light for a long time, Du Weizhen simply put down the book, leaned back in the chair and squinted.

When Emperor Jing Yuan opened his eyes, he saw a faint tired face, and a touch of emotion surged in his heart, the feelings of the ancient royal family were the weakest, and it was really his blessing that he had this filial son.

It wasn't until a warm big hand was on the back of his hand that Du Weizhen opened his eyes consciously, his eyes lit up, and he said gently: "Father, you are awake." Then he leaned on the emperor's half-lean.

Emperor Jing Yuan smiled with relief, "Zhen'er, you're tired." ”

Du Weizhen shook his head, he smiled a little innocently at the moment, "Erchen is not tired." ”

He paused and restrained his smile, "Father can see the true face of the assassin?" ”

Emperor Jing Yuan showed a look of memory and muttered, "It's a little vague. "Because Emperor Jing Yuan fell into a deep sleep for a long time every day, the lights of the Jinluan Hall were always dim, and he could only barely see things, for fear of affecting his rest.

Later, an inexplicable light crossed his eyes, and he was in a trance, "However, that assassin's eyebrows are a bit like ...... Mu Shengbai. ”

"What!" Du Weizhen raised his voice uncontrollably, his mind fluctuated, and his fists clenched together.

Mu Shengbai! Mu Shengbai! It's Mu Shengbai again!

If his father had said this before, he would definitely not believe it, and would only think that the assassin just looked like Mu Shengbai, and now Meng Fusheng. But now, he knew Meng Fusheng's indelible and even irreducible hatred for his father, if he said that he would do it to his father when he had the opportunity, he was convinced!

So now, he is suspicious of Meng Fusheng after all.

Du Weizhen patiently served his father to wash up, fed him a bowl of porridge, and then fed him medicine and chatted with him for a while, he left, as soon as he arrived outside the Jinluan Palace, the gentle smile on his face immediately disappeared, followed by a lingering gloom, it seems that he is going to talk to his good brother in the past, if he really wants to assassinate his father, he will not show mercy!

Meng Fusheng didn't expect him to come over.

"His Royal Highness the Prince."

Meng Fusheng got up and saluted the visitor without finding the slightest mistake, but the perfect etiquette revealed alienation everywhere.

Du Weizhen forcibly suppressed the faint sadness, and after saying nothing, he sat opposite Meng Fusheng, looking easy-going, as if he had returned to the time when the relationship between the two was the most familiar.