Chapter 315: The Emperor is Seriously Ill
The meaning of this is that the prince is arrogating and acting on behalf of his father. But this prince drank too much, how could he still be so clear, and he just continued to drink. On the contrary, the fourth prince on the side glanced at Xuanyuan Po vigilantly, and immediately smiled gently, and continued to eat and drink with the guests.
Halfway through the banquet, the palace attendants hurriedly ran in. As soon as he came in, he slowed down, lowered his head and walked to the guest of honor where the prince was seated, and said: "The queen has returned to the palace in advance, please return to the palace immediately, Your Majesty has important orders." ”
Hearing this, everyone looked at each other. The emperor has been ignoring the government for a month, quietly recuperating, and what important things must be ordered at the prince's wedding. Then there is only one possibility, the emperor's condition has worsened.
All the princes left the table and entered the palace, even the groom today. The civil and military officials also dispersed, and a grand wedding ended without a hitch.
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The next day, early in the morning.
Xuanyuan Po, who had not slept all night, had bloodshot eyes, and the fear of a night made him look very haggard. He didn't have the same sparkle as he did on horseback, and his mind kept recalling the dangers of last night.
When his brothers returned to the palace, there were already concubines kneeling on the ground outside the emperor's bedroom. The queen mother and the imperial doctors were also anxious in the palace, and the emperor was in a coma on the dragon couch and was completely angry.
At this moment, Xuanyuan Po realized that he cared far more about this father who did not care much about him than he thought, although he had failed his mother's life and failed to fulfill his responsibilities as a father, but Xuanyuan Po still hoped that he would get better. There is an old folk saying, "Parents still have a place to come, and parents are gone, and there is only a way back", and he doesn't want to look back and lose sight of the way he came.
After a night of treatment by the imperial doctor, the emperor's heart was barely stabilized, and he didn't know when he would wake up. Most of the gossip of the imperial doctors has the same meaning, saying that the emperor is overworked, and his depression damages his internal organs, and he is afraid that it will be even more difficult to get better completely. The queen has ordered the Internal Affairs Bureau to prepare things, which is counted as Chongxi.
Xuanyuan didn't believe it, and she didn't want to believe it.
Returning to the Seven Kings' Mansion in a daze, the next person reported that Ye Wubai had been waiting in the green room all night. After Xuanyuan finished freshening up, he went to the green room. When he pushed the door in, he fell asleep on the couch half-crookedly, and he should have waited for a long time to see this posture, and he fell asleep after a while. Xuanyuan Po's heart warmed, fortunately, he was still there.
Xuanyuan Po said in a deep voice: "No white. ”
Ye Wubai was dreaming of Xuanyuan Po calling himself on the other side of the fog, and this voice coincidentally overlapped with reality. "Hmm." He replied in a muffled voice, not knowing if it was a dream or a reality. After a while, he seemed to be able to distinguish first, and woke up from his dream and said, "Lord Wang, are you back?" ”
"Hmm." Xuanyuan Po took out two jugs of wine from the cabinet, one pot was thrown to Ye Wubai, and the other pot was drunk by himself.
Ye Wubai, who never interfered with his drinking, couldn't help but persuade at this moment: "I think the prince hasn't entered much at this time yesterday, so it's better to drink less bars." ”
Before he could finish speaking, Xuanyuan Po had already raised his neck and took a big sip: "When did you become such a mother-in-law." ”
A trace of pity flashed in Ye Wubai's eyes, put down the wine jug in his hand, and asked, "How is the emperor's condition?" ”
"Did you get the message?" Xuanyuan Po thought that his father had been ill for a long time, and it was no secret for a long time, "The condition is deteriorating very quickly, and I am afraid that there will be more evil and less luck." With that, he took another sip of wine, and today's wine seemed to be extraordinary.