The sea is very quiet at night, but the capital at night is full of dark tides, and there is a restless restlessness everywhere.

Wei Zhongxian returned to his residence in the palace tiredly, and the whole person was so tired that he lay down on the chaise longue. The two little eunuchs hurriedly stepped forward and gently kneaded Wei Zhongxian's legs and feet.

The recliner swayed slightly, and after only a few moments, a tired snoring came from Wei Zhongxian's mouth. These days, Wei Zhongxian is really tired.

However, even in his sleep, Wei Zhongxian's heart was still tense and could not relax at all.

The snoring sounded, and the kneading movements of the two little eunuchs suddenly became much softer. But before they could pinch it a few times, the muscles under their hands, which had been gradually relaxed, suddenly became tense again.

"Here we go again." The two little eunuchs couldn't help but sigh again in their hearts.

The little eunuch's lament was not wrong. After the muscles tensed, Grandpa Wei's snoring disappeared immediately. Immediately after, the two of them were kicked to the ground by Grandpa Wei.

The little eunuch who was kicked down didn't even dare to beg for mercy, but just knelt where he kept kowtowing and kowtowing again.

"Get out."

As Father-in-law Wei's extremely suppressed voice came, the two little eunuchs quickly crawled out of the door from the ground as if they had been pardoned. Ignoring the little eunuch's departure, Wei Zhongxian stared at the roof with bloodshot eyes.

Wei Zhongxian hadn't slept peacefully for a long time. Every time he fell asleep for only a dozen breaths, he would be awakened by nightmares.

Seven days have passed, but the terrible loud noise still reverberates in his ears, keeping him awake at night and unable to sleep.

It's horrible.

Accompanied by a loud noise, there was also a scene that made Wei Zhongxian's soul fly away at the same time.

There was a loud noise, and the earth shook. In front of Wei Zhongxian, who was weak-legged, the Emperor of the Apocalypse held the telescope tightly in his hand, and fell from the rockery of the Imperial Garden like a bird with folded wings.

Seeing the Emperor of the Apocalypse fall heavily to the ground, Wei Zhongxian felt that his heart was also smashed to pieces at the same time.

It was the first day of the fourth month, the first day of the fourth month of the sixth year of the Apocalypse. This date, Wei Zhongxian will never forget for the rest of his life.

On the first day of the fourth month of the sixth year of the Apocalypse, an unprecedented explosion occurred at the Wang Gong Factory, the Daming Gunpowder Manufacturing Center. The explosion centered on the gunpowder depot of Wang Gongchang, destroying more than 1,900 surrounding houses and killing and injuring countless soldiers and civilians in the vicinity. The Wang Gong factory, which was the center of the explosion, was directly razed to the ground.

The explosion of Wang Gongchang also plunged the entire capital of Daming into chaos.

In the imperial palace, less than 3 kilometers away from Wang Gongchang, a huge explosion shook the Emperor of the Apocalypse, who was looking out, from the rockery of the Imperial Garden. The Emperor of the Apocalypse was seriously wounded.

When the saint fell, why didn't the miscellaneous family pounce to block it. Maybe if the miscellaneous family reaches out and takes it, the saint may be safe.

Lying on the recliner and stretching his trembling hands forward, Wei Zhongxian's eyes began to redden.

Falling from a height unsuspectingly, the Emperor of the Apocalypse was not lightly injured. In addition to the obvious multiple fractures on his body, the Emperor of the Apocalypse also suffered from a coma and vomiting. Even with the careful treatment of the imperial doctor, the Emperor of the Apocalypse did not fully sober up until 2 hours later.

At this time, the biggest blow to the Emperor of the Apocalypse came - the third son of the emperor, Zhu Cijiong, died.

I'm so stupid, why didn't I know to hide it from the saint for a few days.

Thinking of this, Wei Zhongxian couldn't help but raise his hand and slap himself again.

Zhu Cijiong, the third son of the emperor, is the only remaining seedling of the Emperor of the Apocalypse. Zhu Cijiong, who was born in October of the fifth year of the Apocalypse and is only 6 months old, died of excessive shock in the earth-shattering explosion of Wang Gongchang.

The death of the prince Zhu Cijiong, this terrible news was too shocking, and before the flustered Wei Zhongxian thought of stopping it, the news reached the ears of the Emperor of the Apocalypse.

The blow to the Emperor of the Apocalypse caused by Zhu Cijiong's death was far beyond Wei Zhongxian's imagination.

The moment he heard the news, the Emperor of the Apocalypse, who had only just woken up, all the blood on his face disappeared in an instant. After being stunned for a moment, he didn't say anything, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and he passed out again.

"Doctor, Doctor......"

The Emperor of the Apocalypse vomited blood and fell into a coma, and all the important ministers and nobles in the hall were in a mess, and Wei Zhongxian was even more frightened. Hoarse shouts threaten to tear off the roof.

Fortunately, the Imperial Doctor is outside the temple, or...

Sitting up from the recliner, Wei Zhongxian's eyes regained a little clarity.

After some hectic emergency treatment by the imperial doctors, the Emperor of the Apocalypse woke up again.

It's just that after waking up, the Emperor of the Apocalypse had dull eyes and no focus, and he didn't react to everyone's calls. The whole person has been trapped in a nightmare.

7 days, it's been seven days. The Imperial Physicians tried their best, but the Emperor of the Apocalypse has not yet fully regained his consciousness.

"Your Majesty, it's the old slave who doesn't protect him well, and the old slave deserves death!"

Covering his face with his hands, Wei Zhongxian's shoulders shrugged and sobbed silently.

The Emperor of the Apocalypse was seriously ill and could not be a director, and the pressure on Wei Zhongxian's body increased sharply, like the top of Mount Tai, which made Wei Zhongxian a little unbearable.

The third son of the emperor, Zhu Cijiong, died, the queen and concubine were frightened, various houses in the palace were damaged, and the maintenance site of the three major halls was suspended due to the casualties of craftsmen......

to save the Emperor of the Apocalypse, to appease the concubines, and to prepare a funeral ...... for Zhu Cijiong; The various things in the palace alone made Wei Zhongxian's busy feet not touch the ground.

The situation of the people in the capital who were damaged by the explosion, the disappearance and casualties of the officials in the capital, and the aftermath of Wang Gongchang's aftermath were even more difficult for Wei Zhongxian to deal with.

What made Wei Zhongxian feel even more troublesome was that the Emperor of the Apocalypse was seriously injured and could not be a director, and there were obvious problems in the operation of the entire imperial court.

From the cabinet to the officials of various ministries, there have been obvious delays and prevarications in the decrees of various ministries and departments against the imperial court. All kinds of rumors in the DPRK and China are flying all over the sky.

The explosion of Wang Gongchang has become 'if the government is not repaired, disasters will fall from heaven'.

In the Ming and Ming dynasties, there were all so-called eunuchs, but Wei Zhongxian felt that the huge shadow of the Donglin Party was shrouded again.

Wei Zhongxian certainly understood that all of this was because the Emperor of the Apocalypse was seriously injured.

The Emperor of the Apocalypse was seriously injured and could not serve as a director, so he lost his greatest support. No matter how capable he is Wei Zhongxian, he is only a domestic slave of the emperor, without the support of the emperor's dragon power, how can he, a fox who borrows his majesty, be able to convince the ministers.

For seven days, the only thing the ministers agreed on was one thing, and that was to quickly recall King Xin.

Wei Zhongxian knew very well what the ministers were thinking now: the emperor was seriously injured, the prince died, and the sky of the Ming Dynasty was about to change.

His Wei Zhongxian's sky is about to fall.

"Your Majesty, even if the old slave is broken to pieces, he will never let people have the opportunity to offend your Holy Body and Long Wei."

His bloodshot eyes flickered, and Wei Zhongxian jumped up from the recliner.

It's time for His Royal Highness King Shin to embark on his way home, right?

In the night, the boat slowly sailed out of the bay, and the wind and waves suddenly increased.

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