Yuan Baoju glanced at the closed palace door, and then put his gaze back to Yuan Xin, "What does King Guangling say?" His voice was slow, and there was a majesty that could not be ignored. It's just that this kind of majesty is not exposed, and the ingot torch is not a flamboyant person.

"Your Majesty!" Yuan Xin knelt on the ground, "The Ganlu Hall is not a side hall, it is the place where the Son of Heaven should live." The minister is the minister of the society, and as a clan, he is the loyal minister and direct minister of His Majesty. Today, for the Great Wei Sheji, he risked his life to make a statement, but asked His Majesty to put Sheji and the ancestors first, move to the Ganlu Palace, and never see the queen Yi Fu again. Yuan Xin's voice was deliberately restrained and he didn't dare to raise his voice, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and it seemed to be moving again.

The previous Zuo Zhaoyi Yuan Mingyue was the younger sister of Yuan Bao Ju. Yuan Xin's role in Zuo Zhaoyi's death was very clear in his heart. Now Yuan Xin is a person who is extremely valued by Prime Minister Yu Wentai.

"First Emperor ......" Yuan Baoju raised his head, but he didn't say anything further, and he didn't know how to say it. If it is said that Yuan Xiu's death is not worth it, he is not the only one who died hastily after the Tianzhu General Er Zhurong took over the throne. And Yuan Xiu is self-defeating rather than being killed, and he is not so passive in comparison. This can no longer be said to be Yuwentai's ruthlessness.

But Yuan Xiu's death was Yuan Xin's weakness, and at this time, Yuan Xin was suddenly mentioned by Yuan Bao Torch, and Yuan Xin cried on the ground, "The Lord is now the Son of Great Wei, so don't mention the past." If the Lord can deny himself for a while, then the two will be at peace for the day to come. Yuan Xin is qualified to say this, he himself is self-denial and can endure to pick up a life.

I don't know if Yuan Xin had the intention to persuade or blurted out, but obviously this had a miraculous effect, and Yuan Baoju listened to it. If he refuses, maybe Yue'e will be the next Yuan Mingyue, and he will be the next Yuan Xiu. Even if he is not the same as Yuan Xiu, if his wife is lost, what is the interest of him even if he is still alive?

"There you go." Yuan Bao Ju hastily instructed Yuan Xin.

Seeing Yuan Xin go out, only the emperor Yuan Bao Ju was left in the Ganlu Palace. He needed to be quiet at the moment. Actually, what's not to understand? It's just a queen's position, if Yue'e is demoted or abolished, her life can be saved, then it is not impossible for Xu Tu to be restored in the future. It's better to endure for a while in exchange for a day than to let Yue'e lose her life like her sister Yuan Mingyue. Yuan Baoju knew very well in his heart that the death of his sister Yuan Mingyue was greatly related to Yuan Xiu's single-mindedness. So at this moment, he can only endure it, no matter how unbearable it is, he has to endure it.

The Holy Driver swept out of the Fengyi Palace, and Yue'e felt that the Fengyi Hall was suddenly lonely. She watched as the garment of her husband's ingots fluttered in front of her eyes until it finally disappeared. The palace maids tried to comfort her and help her back to rest, but Yue'e told them all to retreat. The dormitory of the Fengyi Hall closed the door tightly.

In fact, Yue'e has been restless since these days. Ever since the torch rushed back from the garden for no reason because she had the slightest discomfort, Yue'e felt like a dark cloud, disturbing her day and night. The closer she got to the birth of her child, the more scared she became. I often think of the Nanyang Mansion in Luoyang in the past, I didn't know that I was in the blessing at that time, and today I know what I lost.

Suddenly, I felt that the Fengyi Hall was dim, and I don't know if the weather outside had changed drastically. But she felt so cold, and no one responded to her even calling the palace maid. Yue'e's heart sank suddenly, and she was about to go out with her heavy body in support. She walked towards the entrance of the temple, wanting to summon someone to come in and take the lamp and add clothes. She is the queen of the Great Wei Lord, and if she wants to exercise her power in the harem at this moment, she must get her husband back. So that she can have peace of mind.

After walking a few steps slowly, I suddenly heard a screeching sound, and the door opened, and the light came in. In the light and shadow, a man was standing at the entrance of the temple. Yue'e felt strange, and stopped to take a closer look, this person stood at the door of the temple and did not come in, nor did he speak, as if he was looking at her. This person is by no means an ordinary palace person.

In a moment, there was no longer a single temple eunuch in the palace courtyard of Fengyi Palace, and everyone seemed to have disappeared inexplicably. Only the great prime minister Yu Wentai stood at the door of the dormitory and looked at the queen Yi Fu in the hall. It didn't matter, but he didn't want to go in, he just wanted to watch from such a distance.

Yi Fushi's figure and face were not clear in the dim Fengyi Palace, but the white skirt on her body was particularly conspicuous, piercing his heart. He's waiting, is she waiting? Waiting for him to sit on the world? Wait for him to have the ability to fulfill his promise. Yuwentai rarely had a momentary impulse in his heart, and he stepped into the Fengyi Palace.

Yue'e had already seen clearly that the gate of the Fengyi Hall was closed again behind Yuwentai. He walked towards her step by step. She hadn't seen him for a long, long time, and his sudden appearance had made the uneasiness that had been floating in her heart suddenly tangible. She didn't know whether to advance or retreat, and she hesitated even more, so that she stumbled slightly and fell to the ground with a slight hesitation.

The fear in my heart spreads, and every time this person appears, something unexpected happens. Yue'e looked up in horror at Yu Wentai, who was slowly approaching her, and didn't care about the slight pain in her abdomen.

Yu Wentai walked up to her and reached out to help her up very naturally. He held her up, not letting go just because she was already on her feet. He looked at her abdomen, and with just one glance, he raised his head and stared at Yue'e with a pair of big, dark eyes, "Your Highness is about to give birth to an heir." His thick eyebrows gave her a sense of perseverance and indisobedience.

"Do you remember the prime minister?" Yue'e also stared at him and blurted out rhetorical questions.

Yu Wentai looked at Fengyi Palace, "It is not suitable for you to give birth here. There was no longer any respect between the monarch and the courtiers in his tone.

"It's inappropriate. Even the lord can't help himself, let alone a concubine. Yue'e's tone was tinged with sadness, and she tried hard to get rid of Yuwentai's hand.

Yu Wentai could hold her arm effortlessly, and he clasped her arm as if he was afraid that she would disappear as soon as he let go. Yue'e was so hard that her body was shaky. Yu Wentai held her and said lightly, "Not only to the Lord, I can't help myself." His voice was cold, and he continued, "Go out of the palace today." Not only is it inappropriate to have a child here, but even if you live in this Fengyi Hall for a long time, it will not be beneficial to you. ”

Yue'e was stunned, forgetting to break free from him. A pair of eyes looked at Yu Wentai in confusion. What does he mean by that? Her heart was beating hard.

"This is not where you should be, I mistook you." Yuwentai is not a ruthless person after all, and suddenly sighed.

"The prime minister is not a vulgar type, so he doesn't have to make a mistake because of his concubine." Yue'e seemed to be very sad.

These words seemed familiar, Yu Wentai's heart was stabbed painfully, and he blurted out, "I will keep you safe." I don't know to whom I said this.

The weather in spring is changeable, and the situation is early spring. A spring snow fell overnight, and in the early morning of the second day, it was already a thick accumulation, and it was also in response to the changes in Chang'an's palace. Overnight, the atrium of the Great Wei Palace was empty, and the Empress Yi Fu was not only missing, but even as if this person had never existed. No one dared to mention this person, or did no one remember having ever been to this person? There is no repeal of the edict, because there has never been a queen. The Wei Palace in Chang'an lacked a queen worthy of the ambition of the prime minister.

The palace was very quiet. The once lively courtyard of the Fengyi Hall is deserted.

The Emperor Yuan Bao Torch did not ask a word, did not do a single thing to try to find out the whereabouts of Yi Fushi. After a few days, the courtiers are not close to the face of the sky, and the prime minister is in charge, and no one will ask why. It is only said that the emperor is sick and cannot look at the court.

The snow stopped and the sky cleared. But it was cold for days, and it seemed to be back in winter. There is no state of recovery, and there is no trace of green, let alone flowers. But only when the peach blossoms were blown down by the wind in the Fengyi Hall that day, the falling flowers all over the ground were still pink, and they were not rolled into dust and mud because of the wind and snow, which is a strange thing. Luoying stayed, Yue'e, the original owner of Fengyi Palace, was gone, and Fengyi Hall became Luoying's free dancing place. But Luoying is just Luoying after all, and the freshness of the moment can't last long, and it will still be scattered eventually.

The fragrance of Chinese medicine overflows in the manna hall. A few days ago, the palace people would still whisper in private. But these days, the Manna Hall has become unusually quiet, and the palace people no longer talk to each other, serving in silence and heaviness for expulsion, so that everyone in the Manna Hall is like walking corpses, without a trace of vitality. No one can say for sure whether the calamitous Great Wei court will experience another catastrophe.

This is all because the emperor's ingots torch is in the middle of nowhere. If the real Son of Heaven dies and there are no eggs under the nest, who knows what kind of situation will be waiting for the palace people who are not as good as grass mustard. Whether it is for the Son of Heaven or for himself, true despair is not waiting silently, but giving up everything.

The emperor Yuan Bao Torch was sleeping on the couch in the Manna Palace, and he didn't know how many days he had spent, and he woke up several times and fell asleep several times. He knew that there were many people around him, and these people seemed to be very close to him and yet far away from him. But these people are not close to him, they seem to be running for him, but in fact they are only for themselves. Just save your life.

But why didn't he save his life? The noble as the Son of Heaven and the lowly as a slave are the same at this time. He knew he might have a short life. When the medicine stone did not work, he stopped taking medicine. This caused panic among the palace people, and they did not dare to forcibly give the Son of Heaven medicine. Yuan Bao Ju also knew that they were only for themselves. He is not for himself, after so many days, he is so lonely that he is not afraid of death.

In the cold and huge Manna Palace, he was the only one.

The ingot torch knew that the person he was going to see was coming.

Most of the snow has melted, and the rest has turned into ice and water on cold and warm days, always going back and forth. The great prime minister Yu Wentai ignored the mud and led the important ministers to the Ganlu Palace, along with the kings led by Yuan Xin, the king of Guangling.

Outside the courtyard, Yu Wentai turned around and made a gesture, signaling the ministers to stop. First, it is indeed inappropriate for so many people to make a fuss in front of the sickbed of the Son of Heaven; Second, as long as you come, even if you only see Tianyan outside the courtyard, you can be regarded as serving in front of the sickbed of the Son of Heaven, and you don't really need to do anything. At this time, there will be all kinds of changes in the moment of the death of the Son of Heaven, and naturally there can be no more people.

Yuwentai entered the courtyard with a little anxiety, and when he saw that the imperial doctor who was serving the Son of Heaven was patrolling under the eaves outside the palace, he walked towards the imperial doctor without hesitation.

"Prime Minister!" The imperial doctor also saw Yu Wentai when he turned around, and immediately greeted him.

The imperial doctor is an elder who knows the destiny of heaven, and at this time, he has no owner on his face, and he knows that he is an honest man at a glance. Yuwentai's heart was a little relieved, and he stopped and glanced at the Ganlu Hall with the door closed and asked, "Can the Lord's illness improve?" "Knowing that not only did it not improve, but it had even reached the worst time, I was already worried about the follow-up and had a headache, but I still had to pretend to ask this question.

"Prime Minister, the Lord is sick with his heart, and whether there is improvement or not is not in the medicine stone." The doctor said bluntly.

Of course, Yu Wentai also understood in his heart, and no matter what aspect he was, he didn't want the Yuan Bao Torch to really die at this critical moment. The imperial doctor only said a word, Yu Wentai already understood in his heart, waved his hand to let the imperial doctor withdraw, and he walked towards the closed door of the dormitory.

The hall of manna was extremely cold. The attendants knelt in front of the sickbed of the emperor's ingots torch and wept and begged the Son of Heaven to take medicine. The ingots torch on the couch was unmoved, and when he heard the temple door open, he tried to cheer up and ordered the attendants to withdraw. He couldn't get up, but he knew who was coming.

The attendants didn't dare to stay, and after seeing the prime minister, they retreated one after another. In an instant, only Yuan Bao Torch and Yuwentai Junchen were left in the Ganlu Palace.

The hall was extremely quiet, and Yuwentai seemed to be able to hear his footsteps. His big, dark eyes stared at the motionless ingot torch on the couch. The bed tent is raised high, and the scene on the couch is unobstructed. The ingot torch on the couch is like a chicken and a lamb waiting to be slaughtered on a chopping board.

Yu Wentai approached step by step, knelt down in front of the couch, and said very peacefully, "Minister Yu Wentai greets His Majesty the Emperor." ”

The ingot torch seemed to try to get up, but after a complete failure, he just lay quietly and stopped making useless attempts. All he could see was the luxury and beauty of gold and jade, cold and gorgeous, and he couldn't see anything else. After a while, Yuan Bao Ju spit out a sentence in a very soft voice, "Is Qing really so impatient?" "He was weak and weak.

"Your Majesty has thought too much, and the minister knelt down and asked His Majesty to take medicine. Your Majesty is not at peace for a day, and the minister is not at peace for a day. Yuwentai still knelt in front of the couch and refused to get up.

"A matter of life and death...... Why can't the prime minister let go so much......" The ingot torch is intermittent and authentic. He was silent for a moment, and then gathered strength, "If you let Gu go out of the palace...... The prime minister's troubles will be gone......"

Yu Wentai was unmoved, and still said in a cold and hard voice, "Your Majesty is kind to the minister, and it is difficult to repay the minister's broken bones." Please take care of your majesty for the sake of the Great Wei Sheji, and your majesty will be safe in the world. ”

The ingot torch was silent.

The temple of manna was as quiet as if no one was there.

Yuwentai was still kneeling on the ground, looking at the ingot torch on the couch, refusing to take his eyes off.

Suddenly, the ingot torch sighed deeply.