A lot of people came.

After learning that the king had fallen ill again, Wang Zhongxiao, Wanli and others came to the mansion, and they all stood outside the door a little nervously. They all came at the behest of Mrs. Dong.

How's the King?

Everyone was standing there, and Wang Zhongxiao shook his head and sighed.

Heart disease is difficult to treat, how can the king be so depressed and sick, is it a blessing for the country?

The sigh of outsiders, Mrs. Dong didn't know, she had everything she had to let people come over, because she was afraid that the king would be confused for a while, so she hoped that there would be someone to persuade her when she turned back.

"How's the King?"

Seeing several doctors stepping out of the inner room, they all looked gloomy and shook their heads again and again. Mrs. Dong's heart sank again, and the pain in her chest was unbearable.

The smell of medicine in the inner room was stronger, Zheng Chenggong was lying on the bed, and Mrs. Dong, who had been very strong and very emaciated, ran over and held Zheng Chenggong's hand tightly.

"Madame......"

Zheng Chenggong, who had woken up, looked at his wife, his eyes were already a little cloudy, and he didn't have the slightest strength, he slowly pushed away his wife's hand and said softly.

"Madam, everything in this family is your master, and it is your lax management of the family that has brought my Zheng family to shame to this ......"

Zheng Chenggong, who originally wanted to cure his wife's lax management of the family, only then did he think that his wife had been with him in Fuzhou, and when he thought that his son had actually given birth to a son from his mother, the anger surged into his heart again, and he couldn't support it and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Don't say it, my lord. Rest for now. ”

Mrs. Dong lamented, knowing that it was her responsibility as the princess of Fujian to govern the family strictly, but she didn't know what the king meant by these words.

"Wait, after the king is healthy, the concubines, the concubines will punish themselves......"

After saying this, Mrs. Dong's eyes were already full of tears, and from the previous time when the king pushed her hand away, she knew that the king would not forgive him.

"Are they coming?"

Zheng Chenggong nodded, looked out the door, and then coughed up a mouthful of blood, Mrs. Dong hurriedly helped him and wanted him to rest, but Zheng Chenggong shook his head and said.

"Let them in!"

After Wang Zhongxiao, Wan Li and others came in, Zheng Chenggong, who was sitting on the bed, forced his body and ordered someone to read the letter, just when they were surprised, they only heard Zheng Chenggong say.

"Zheng was not strict in governing the family, so that Zheng Jing did something that was dehumane, and someone came, sent the king's sword to Nanjing, handed it to Zheng Tai, and ordered him to kill Zheng Jing and the nursing mother Chen and the son born to them on behalf of the king!"

"The king, this matter, must not!"

As soon as Wan Li heard that the king wanted to kill his son, Wan Li hurriedly persuaded him.

"The reason why the prince made such a big mistake when he was young must be because he was confused by the Chen family, the Chen family can be killed, and the son of the world is pitiful!"

"That's right, my lord, the son of the world will not die for his crimes!"

In the face of everyone's persuasion, Zheng Chenggong only felt a burst of anger, and the words in his mind kept rolling.

"Er's father descended to the Qing Dynasty, Erzi's son is incest, this family is not right, and An's ability to govern the country?"

Er's father descended to the Qing Dynasty, Erzi's son was incest, this family is not right, and An's ability to govern the country!

For Zheng Chenggong, who has strong self-esteem, Tang Xianyue's fierce accusations made it even more difficult for him to deal with himself, and there was only one thought left in his mind.

Er's father descended to the Qing Dynasty, Erzi's son was incest, this family is not right, and An's ability to govern the country!

In this way, An can be worthy of the world!

An can be worthy of the world!

At this moment, the medicine that had been boiled was sent over, and Mrs. Dong took the medicine and handed it to Zheng Chenggong and said.

"King, you drink the medicine first!"

Looking at the bowl of Chinese medicine and listening to the persuasion of everyone, Zheng Chenggong, who only felt angry, snatched the medicine bowl and fell on it, in the sound of the medicine bowl breaking, the inner room fell silent again, and only heard him cry out in pain.

"Since the country has drifted to zero, the pillow has cried blood, six out of ten, although the Northern Expedition has seen the function, but how can it cover up the father's downfall, the son's incestuous fault, loyalty and filial piety, death is not blind, the sky is heavenly! What an envoy to this extreme! What face do I have to see the first emperor in the ground? ”

Zheng Chenggong said as he paused to beat his chest and scratch his face with both hands, and when he scratched his face, the coughing sound became more and more intense.

"King, king, don't talk about it......"

When Mrs. Dong saw the appearance of the king, she begged again and again. At the same time, they held the king's hand tightly, and the others also dissuaded the king.

"I ...... What is the face of the first emperor in the underground ......"

The more Zheng Chenggong spoke, the lower his voice became, and his dark eyes became more and more devoid.

"What do I ...... Face...... See the First Emperor...... Earth...... on,"

At this moment, the seemingly unrelenting gaze once again burst out with a hint of brilliance.

"My Father...... Not...... Why...... Comfort...... The world"

Mrs. Dong, who was holding the king's hand, listened to the words that were already squeaked, and she felt the temperature in her hand getting colder and colder. And the king's eyes were wide open, looking straight at the roof.

"Quick, doctor, quick, come here......"

When she was shouting for the doctor, Mrs. Dong, who felt that the king was no longer breathing, looked at the king with a dull expression, and at this moment, she only felt that a hole had been broken in her chest, and a cool breeze slowly poured in. Everything in the world seemed to come to a halt at this moment.

The king is gone!

The doctor who rushed in, after testing the king's pulse, shook his head, they had already diagnosed that the king's body was no longer good.

"The princess, the great, the king is gone!"

As soon as Lang Zhong's voice fell, the cry of the maid sounded all around, Wang Zhongxiao, Wan Li and others heard that after hearing the leisure, they all bent their legs and knelt there, in the Ming Dynasty officials do not need to kneel to the emperor, as ministers they naturally do not need to be subordinates, and they have followed Zheng Chenggong for more than ten years, just to "not kneel".

Now they are on their knees.

"King!"

Even if they are as serious as Wang Zhongxiao and others, they will cry loudly, they didn't expect the king to die like this.

Mrs. Dong didn't cry, her tears were just flowing in her heart, she just grabbed the king's hand tightly and looked at the king's scratched face.

"Madam, the king is gone, but the most important thing now is that the son will succeed to ......the throne."

Nothing is more important than the succession of the prince, hundreds of thousands of troops under the command of the king of Fujian, the province under the rule, the non-prince can not be stable, for them as ministers, they naturally know that if there is chaos at this time, what does it mean for them, they and the palace of the king of Min have long been a prosperous relationship, even if the prince has a thousand mistakes, at this time, it is necessary to let the son succeed to the throne, so as to stabilize the overall situation.

Of course, this is not just for private purposes, but also for public purposes!

Daming can't be messed up!

As long as the son succeeds to the throne, the Ming Dynasty will not be chaotic!

"Let's write to the court......"

Mrs. Dong seemed to have lost her soul, she knew what was important now, she invited Wang Zhongxiao and others to come over before, just to persuade the king, as for now...... Jing'er's sins, let her bear them as a mother!

The most important thing now is to let Jing'er succeed to the throne, only in this way will the king's more than ten years of hard work not be wasted, otherwise, there will definitely be chaos.

She just held Zheng Chenggong's hand, and then looked at Wang Zhongxiao, Wan Li and others and said.

"This ugly family makes the princes laugh, and I also ask the princes to remember the old friendship of the former king, don't pass this matter on to outsiders, as for ......"

Mrs. Dong looked at Zheng Chenggong, who was lying on the bed without breath, and tears flowed down.

"Family affairs, the concubine will be the master, and she will definitely give the Tang family an explanation......"

The mourning hall was set up overnight, and Zheng Chenggong's coffin was placed there. At night, the sky was gloomy, the night was low and the stars and moon were not visible, and Mrs. Dong, who was all plain, waited in the mourning hall.

The night was cold, and the light under the porch shone in through the openwork carved windows, casting a halo of light on the cold floor tiles.

Because it was late at night, the ministers and generals were still on the way here, so it was cold and lonely in the mourning hall.

In the silence, there was the sound of footsteps.

Mrs. Dong raised her head and saw Zheng Zhibao walking slowly. There were tears on his old face too, and his steps trembled slightly, so that if he hadn't been supported by someone, he might have looked like he would have fallen at any moment.

"Big Wood ......"

Talking about Zheng Chenggong's name, Zheng Zhibao was speechless, just a moment ago, when he learned the news of his nephew's death, he only felt dizzy, and then he fainted, and when he woke up, he immediately cried and shouted to see his nephew, at this time, even the internal officials did not dare to stop him, everyone could see how sad Zheng Zhibao was, if anyone dared to stop it, he would definitely be killed.

Looking at Zheng Zhibao with tears on his face, Mrs. Dong knew that if the king was not dead, she would be angry and vomit blood when she saw Zheng Zhibao.

But, after all, he is the uncle of the king. Even when he died, for the king, he was still depressed with "loyalty and filial piety are incomplete", and the king couldn't cross that threshold until he died.

But, anyway, now, none of this matters.

The king is gone!

Seeing him coming, she hung her head.

"Uncle don't blame his niece and daughter-in-law, the reason why he didn't let his uncle see the king before was because the king's body couldn't stand the blow......"

Zheng Zhibao, who was full of tears, stood in front of his nephew and daughter-in-law, and just nodded after listening to her words.

Doesn't he know Da Mu's temper, Da Mu's character is that he can't tolerate sand in his eyes, and when he sees him with Da Mu's temper, he won't be angry to death.

"Don't be too sad, pay attention!"

Zheng Zhibao said in a low voice, now he even has a thought in his heart, if he had known, he and his eldest brother's actions would have made Damu angry, no matter what, he would not have done it.

He knew that the reason why Da Mu was depressed and sick was not because of his eldest brother, because of him, because loyalty and filial piety could not be both.

"Uncle, this mansion has already written to the imperial court, and I think that in a few days, Jing'er will succeed to the throne, and when the time comes, the matter between you and your father-in-law will ......"

originally wanted to say that there would be a letter to the court, but she finally changed her mind.

"There will be a court in charge."

Zheng Zhibao, who was lost and depressed, just nodded silently, and at this time, Wang Zhongxiao, who walked into the mourning hall, couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Zheng Zhibao, he was no stranger to Zheng Zhibao, and when he saw him in the mourning hall, although he was surprised, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, he had a will in his hand that had just come.

If this will come a few days sooner, how could it be so, O King, how could it be so! Thinking that the king actually died on the eve of the success of the Northern Expedition, Wang Zhongxiao's heart sighed again, and while sighing, he looked towards the north and thought in his heart.

"Chengren, I hope you will succeed as soon as possible, so as to comfort the king's spirit in the sky......"