Chapter 41: The Emperor Dies

Wen Ya's face was as white as paper, she barely opened her eyes, and when she saw Liu Xiu, who was standing in front of the bed and was slightly anxious, she opened her mouth wide, wanting to say something, but she couldn't say a word.

In the house, the doctor who was still discussing the condition gradually noticed that Wen Ya woke up, and his voice slowly became quieter.

Liu Xiu was overjoyed when she woke up, and reached over to hold Wen Ya's hands.

That's it, hold it tightly and never let go again.

Wen Ya's face was pale, almost no blood, she barely opened her mouth, but she couldn't make a sound, and at the same time, she found that the hand that Liu Xiu was holding in her hand was also cold!

Looking at his anxious and slightly happy face again, Wen Ya suddenly felt a warmth in his heart, was he concerned about himself?

She opened her mouth, and was just about to speak, when the corners of her eyes suddenly began to twitch uncontrollably, and her whole body began to tremble, Liu Xiu hurriedly helped her up, and only after she took a breath did she ask softly:

"How does it feel?"

Wen Ya saw Liu Xiu's fingers trembling slightly.

"Your Highness"

She called softly, but because of the pain, she couldn't speak anymore all of a sudden, and then she couldn't stop coughing, and the red blood spurted to the ground, shocking.

After a while, her words seemed to be squeezed out of her chest, and she said slowly:

"Your Highness, something has happened!"

Liu Xiu's eyes were slightly flustered, but in a flash, he just held the gentle hand but turned gray due to force:

"What happened?"

Wen Ya struggled to get up, but in vain she fell on the bed, she lay her head on the quilt, no one could see her face, but her voice echoed in the room that slowly quieted down.

The voice was not loud but shocked everyone here, and even Liu Xiu's face turned pale instantly because of her words:

"Holy, holy, holy, holy, he was assassinated!"

In an instant, the whole room was quiet, so quiet that even a needle could be heard, all the doctors knelt down suddenly at this moment, and the unprecedented pressure enveloped here, making them feel suffocated and desperate, everyone's eyes, all of them looked at Liu Xiu in a panic, there were worries, fears, and even longings for life.

When they heard the news, would the King of England kill them?

They saw that the body of the always calm King of England shook violently, and almost softened, and everyone saw that he was holding a gentle hand and turned pale, but fortunately, there was a maid next to him who was clever, and seeing that Liu Xiu's body was unstable, they hurriedly rushed up and held him up.

At this time, Liu Xiu only felt that the qi and blood in his whole body were rolling, rushing straight to his brain, and the skull was like countless needles piercing together, the pain was incomparable, and it was almost about to explode.

At this time, the last thing that should have happened finally happened.

"Your Highness, Your Highness" In a trance, Liu Xiu heard the gentle voice behind him, trembling and coming, he turned his head blankly, looking at Wen Ya who was covered in blood, his eyes were dull.

Suddenly, he remembered something, struggled to turn around, and said to Wen Ya, who was still unsteady:

"Where was my father killed? Didn't I leave many of the Ingot's people to protect him? Where did they go? ”

Wen Ya's body trembled a little, and finally said:

"The Holy One died last night! Zhang Zhengbo and others, who His Royal Highness placed in the dormitory to protect the saint, were found by me in Yingge early this morning, except for Zhang Zhengbo, the rest of the people were all killed! It was he who sued me, the news of the death of the Holy One. ”

Liu Xiu was stunned, he looked at Wen Ya blankly, and his brain was blank!

The palace was full of elite Yingge, and as a result, all of them were martyred overnight, but they did not save the safety of their father!

What kind of person is it that has such a ability to reach the sky? I always thought I was in control, but I didn't know anything. A sense of powerlessness filled the limbs with hundreds of remains.

In the room, there was a dead silence, only the gentle sound of gasps, and bursts of breath.

He looked at Wen Ya and asked bitterly:

"Who were you hurt?"

Wen Ya coughed lightly, and brought out a trace of blood foam, her clothes were all stained red with blood, but she always paid attention to cleanliness and did not care about this at all, she stabilized her mind, and only replied after a while:

"I was ambushed there, and it took all my strength to kill it, and I circled around Luojing several times to get rid of the pursuers, and I happened to see His Highness's sedan chair, so I ran over."

Liu Xiu looked at her and was about to speak, but before she could speak, she saw him squirt out a mouthful of blood violently, splashing Wen Ya's head and face.

The maid standing next to her screamed, and several doctors subconsciously rushed over to check Liu Xiu's pulse.

Wen Ya was splashed with a mouthful of blood, and she didn't reach out to wipe it, but looked at His Royal Highness the King who was once unfazed, her whole body was stiff and trembling, her face was pale, and she couldn't see a trace of anger.

Only then did she realize that in this land, in the Holy Continent, in the Han Empire, and even in this small Luojing City, King Liu Xiu was not as she thought, she could reach the sky with her hands and eyes!

He was just a prince with no real power, every step he took in the past was like walking on thin ice, and if he took a wrong step, he would be crushed, and now although he did not take a wrong step, the ice that stabilized his body was broken by others.

She suddenly felt an inexplicable fear, the emperor is dead, and I am afraid that the world will soon be in chaos!

"Your Highness!"

Wen Ya's irrepressible shouts echoed in this room, and the doctors who had not yet reacted hurried over, and the whole room was in chaos.

In the middle of the night, Liu Xiucai coughed a few times and woke up, His Royal Highness the King of England, who had always been calm, vomited blood and fainted, this scene was like a cold wind, blowing in everyone's hearts.

It seems that things are far more complicated than they think, not just the death of the emperor, the succession of the crown prince, and the prosperity of the king, what is involved in this is something that they can't understand.

Thinking of this, their eyes were fixed on the bed, the King of England, who was now a little weak, and Wen Ya, who was supporting him and covered in blood.

Their "mustard" lives are between the thoughts of these two people.

The emperor, it was really not the right time to die.

Someone thought indignantly.

There were red blood droplets on her gentle and fair face, which had dried up at this time, and she looked a little hideous and terrifying on her face, she gritted her teeth and used all her strength to hold Liu Xiu in her arms, looking at his pale and helpless appearance, tears mixed with those blood clots, from the snow-like skin, gently sliding down.

Liu Xiu only felt that the whole world was spinning, his mouth was full of bloody taste, and even the panicked and noisy sounds around him sounded so far away, faintly unreal, only the hands that held his weakness made him feel a trace of warmth.

Sometimes I really want to give up, find a place to escape from the world, and live in isolation.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a heartache, and at the same time became alert, full of unwillingness gushing out, filling every part of his body!

Can't give up, can't give up, can't give up!

He struggled to sit up, with an indifferent look in his eyes, and the gentle snow-white teeth behind him bit his lips tightly, so hard, as for the absence of a trace of blood, and on her face, the blood had already coagulated, covering her peerless face.

In front of him, everyone in the room walked in a chaotic manner, and the sounds of chaos came and went, and all the anxious voices kept coming.

"You," Liu Xiu's quiet voice sounded suddenly, the whole room instantly quieted down, the air was suffocating terrifyingly, everyone was waiting for Liu Xiu's next words depressedly, some people turned pale because of nervousness, and their hands couldn't help but tremble.

"Take care of Wen Ya here, stay in the palace these days and don't go out." After speaking, he turned his head, glanced at Wen Ya, and said lightly:

"You just take care of your injuries here, although your father has died, but no one dares to go to the British Palace, I want to go to the palace to see who has such great ability to kill the emperor of the empire in my Han Palace."

As soon as everyone heard this, they knew that their lives were worry-free, and they were overjoyed in their hearts, someone had already come over to help Liu Xiu, who was still a little unstable, and the others surrounded him to continue to check Wen Ya's pulse.

Liu Xiu waved his hand and stood up, he glanced at Wen Ya lightly, and his eyes were no longer the loss, shock, and helplessness just now, only a pool of calm like water.

He walked out like this, as if every qiē just now was an illusion of gentleness, this man was as high as ever, strategic, with inviolable dignity and heavenly might.

The moment he looked back at himself, Wen Ya subconsciously held his breath, although his eyes were calm, but there was a faint killing intent and warning in them!

After all, the two of them are so far apart that they are out of reach!

Liu Xiu turned around and stepped out of the room, never looking back.

A moment later, a column of royal palace guards appeared at the door, guarding the place.

Outside Luojing City, the officials and people who didn't know that the world was turned upside down were still living a peaceful life, and many officials were still excited because of the news that the emperor was going to have an early dynasty, and they were preparing to read the excerpt of the prince's book.

The entire Luojing City was peaceful, only the Praetorian Guards of the Imperial Palace were changed unconsciously, but because the emperor was ill for a long time and did not see the foreign ministers, not too many people noticed.

In the East Palace, the crown prince Liu Rui was anxious, pacing back and forth in the house, glancing in the direction of the palace from time to time, and then turning back to look at a slightly fat person in the house.

That person is the secret envoy of the Shu Kingdom, dialect.

The prince looked at Fang Yan a little anxiously, and the fat man in his impression often sat quietly on the chair like this, but today he seemed to be particularly restless, just like himself, he just wanted to speak, find a few words to say, ease the atmosphere, and suddenly saw Fang Yan's body shake, and the flesh on his body trembled.