He Qiuping glanced at him, but this time he didn't divert the topic, he said, "It's okay to tell you now." At the end of each year, the emperor has to sacrifice to the sky, and at that time, the whole world celebrates together, and it is very lively. Your Excellency had intended to spread the news that you were still alive on that day and cause confusion......"

"Wait," Xie Yikou interrupted him, "not everyone is stupid, and if you spread a little plausible rumor, someone will believe it?" ”

He Qiuping said: "Of course, this alone is not enough, but the sacrifice to the sky is a major event, and if something goes wrong in the ceremony of worshipping the sky, then of course it has to be said separately." It's a pity that the emperor said he was sick, and even this year's ceremony of worshiping heaven was withdrawn from the Ministry of Rites. ”

"I see, it looks like he's dying." Xie Yikou sneered, and came up with another idea, "It's better to just do what I say and kill one hundred directly." ”

His eyes burst out with an inevitable light, He Qiuping looked at his ambitious appearance and frowned and said, "You'd better be honest, your last time you succeeded was an accident." There are so many masters in the palace, the last time he was assassinated and almost died, he must send more people to inspect, and the palace at this time must be impregnable. ”

Xie Yikou just waved his hand impatiently when he heard this, and didn't look at him, "I know, I know, think twice, I understand." ”

As he said this, his feet stepped away and he walked towards the door.

He Qiuping was afraid that he really wanted to enter the palace again to assassinate, so he hurriedly wanted to stop him. Who knew that Xie Yikou said: "Don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to die, I'm just going out for a walk and I'll be back in a while."

The storm in the court, the emperor's assassination and injury are well known to everyone, but no one dares to say it, so as not to get into trouble. The news in the palace is very well blocked, and until now, the people in Beijing still don't know that the Ming monarch and sage in their hearts have been injured and may not live long.

At this time, the emperor, who was "seriously injured and not healed", was leisurely handling government affairs in the dormitory. Ever since he released the specious news, the folds of hush and warmth have been sent to him one by one. Mu Yin didn't want to look at it, so he piled it up in the corner.

"Your Majesty, Mrs. Lin asks to see you." Eunuch Zhao He said in a low voice.

Mu Yin, who was asleep on the sickbed, opened his eyes with difficulty, his eyes were black, his face was pale, and the blue sky and white sun were as terrifying as a ghost. "Who else is coming?" He casually tucked the fold under his pillow.

Zhao He: "Back to the emperor, there are also General Feng, Wen Shangshu, Chu Taishi and several first-class masters, I don't know if the emperor wants to see them one by one?"

Mu Yin waved his hand, closed his eyes slightly and made a weak and sick look, "Old lady Xuanlin come in." ”

Zhao He hurriedly bowed out, and after a while, Mrs. Lin entered, he was over the age of old, his beard and hair were white, but his face was still energetic, and he refused to accept the old man. Mrs. Lin has gone through the old and new dynasties, standing tall, and is the mainstay of the court, and Mu Yin also authorized him to worship because of his respect for him.

Mu Yin was seriously ill and physically and mentally exhausted, so Zhao He whispered to Mrs. Lin to make a long story short. Then stand aside, look at the nose, nose, and heart.

Mrs. Lin said: "According to the old practice, at the end of each year, the Son of Heaven sacrifices to the sky, and the people worship their ancestors, so as to pray for good weather and peace in the coming year. This year was originally set on the thirteenth day of the lunar month, although the emperor is seriously ill and not suitable for work, but the ceremony cannot be abolished. ”

Mu Yin looked at him with a pale face, and said helplessly: "Taifu is very relieved for the country and the people, but sacrificing to the sky is also a big event, wouldn't it be disrespectful to my ancestors and to God if I dragged this sick body away?" I had already asked the Ministry of Rites to withdraw preparations for this matter, and Taifu didn't need to persuade me anymore. ”

Old Mrs. Lin frowned, as if she was very dissatisfied with his unmotivated appearance, and he persuaded again: "The emperor is the true dragon son of heaven, the body of ten thousand gold, and if the emperor is sick and sacrifices to the sky, he will be more sincere, and the heavens will definitely bless me with the wind and rain." If the people see the emperor like this, they will also return to the people's hearts, and all the people will come to the court. ”

A cold wind suddenly blew open the window, and a biting cold like a knife came in, and went straight into Mu Yin's neck. Zhao He hurriedly went to close the window, but Mu Yin still coughed from the cold. "Ahem...... Useless things, you can't even close a window, what do I want you to do! ”

"Minions should die, minions should die!" Zhao He trembled and knelt on the ground begging for mercy.

Old Lady Lin lowered her eyes and glanced at Zhao He, and scolded Zhao He angrily: "Didn't you hear the emperor coughing, why don't you ask the imperial doctor to go quickly!"

"Yes...... It's ......" Zhao He stumbled out.

Mrs. Lin frowned, tuck the quilt for Mu Yin unfamiliarly, and said, "The old minister has trespassed, and I ask the emperor to forgive me." It's cold in this winter, and the emperor must keep the dragon body. As for the worship of the heavens...... The emperor said a word, but the old minister had nothing to say. But the ceremony cannot be abolished, the emperor could not attend due to illness, and the old minister had the courage to beg the emperor to at least let the three dukes come forward and preside over the ceremony of worshipping the sky. ”

Mu Yin closed his eyes tiredly, one hand on his chest weakly, and his palm bowed slightly, which was a painful protective posture, but he himself was unaware.

"Let this matter be arranged by the Taifu, with the Taifu here, I will rest assured no matter what." Mu Yin said.

Mrs. Lin felt a little comforted by Lao Huai, and after a turn of thought, she asked again: "Your Majesty, this illness ...... With all due respect, there are the best doctors in the world in the Tai Hospital, but why can't I find the right symptom now? The ministers thought that it was the emperor who was too merciful, so they slacked off. ”

"I'm sick?" Mu Yin smiled bitterly, "If you can't cure it, it's just a day, and it is a day to live." Jiangshan has a Taifu to help me watch, and I can rest assured. ”

At this time, Zhao He led a few old doctors to hurry over, and several ministers waiting outside the palace were also curious, but in the end they did not dare to trespass.

As soon as the imperial doctors were busy, Mu Yin was even more tired from the noise, and Old Lady Lin had no choice but to retire first.

As soon as he left the palace, several ministers surrounded him, wanting to inquire about the situation, but none of them wanted to be the first bird. Mrs. Lin sighed and explained the matter in a few words.

In the dormitory, the imperial doctors prescribed some wind and cold medicine as usual, and when everyone was gone, Mu Yin opened his eyes and felt out the fold that was stuffed under the pillow to continue reading. Zhao He easily poured the decoction sent by the palace maid into a pot of red plum potted plants that had long withered.

"What have you found these days?" Mu Yin suddenly spoke.

Zhao He lowered his head and said: "Back to the emperor, General Zhengyang is monitoring everywhere, and he has not found anything wrong for the time being." The ladies in the palace are handing over news to the outside, all about your illness, and there is nothing strange about it. ”

"Hmm." Mu Yin finished reading the fold in his hand, and took out a copy casually, "After all, it was made by the people in the court, and they all paid close attention, especially the old men of the previous dynasty." Originally, I was going to kill them, but the Liu family kept persuading them, so I had to let them go. ”

When it came to court affairs, Zhao He didn't dare to say much. He is just a small chess piece in the master's hand, and he can only say what the master wants to hear from him, as for this court, it is a big sin to discuss it in vain.

The New Year is approaching, the streets and alleys of Shangjingli are filled with the joy of the New Year, the weather is bitingly cold, and the snow is also falling every three or five days. A layer of frost covered the dirty mud floor, but when people walked by, they left footprints mixed with snow and water, staining the snow black.

Shui Yanwei is the daughter of the imperial doctor, she learned about Mu Yin's serious illness and bedridden from her father, although she had the heart to visit the palace, but she couldn't do it.

So she found Wen Zhesang.

"I heard that the emperor is seriously ill and is about to die, how can Sister Wen still sit still, but I haven't been there once." Shui Yanwei took off her heavy cloak and sat in the conservatory, the temperature was just right, just like a spring day, and the few branches of plum raised in the vase were also delicate.

Wen Zhesang knew in his heart that Mu Yin was pretending to be sick, and said: "I'm not a doctor, and it's useless to go." Now it's a rumor-talking situation again, what identity should I take? A friend of the emperor, or the eldest daughter of Shangshufu? The two are different. ”

Shui Yanwei's eyes were slightly red, thinking of the gap between herself and Wen Zhisang, she almost felt jealous for a while, she pressed her eyes with a handkerchief, blocked her expression, and said: "But Sister Wen should always go to see the emperor, so, so maybe the emperor will be happy and healed without medicine?"

Wen Zhesang shook his head with a smile: "How can there be such a magical thing in the world?" If you want to see the emperor, you can take you with you when you go to ask Lord Shui to enter the palace, although you may not be able to see the emperor, but you can always go and make yourself feel at ease. ”

She is not a blind person, Shui Yanwei has shown it so obviously, there is no need for her to pretend not to know. Isn't it just that I fell in love with the king of a country? But since ancient times, the emperor was ruthless, and there were still a few concubines in the palace, and she had heard of the struggle between the palaces.

It was a place where people don't spit out bones, Wen Zhesang really couldn't imagine that if Shui Yanwei really entered the palace and became a concubine, how would she survive?

"You have always been soft-hearted and hard-hearted, and I know your mind after so many years of friends. It's just that there are still some things that have to be said, if you make a mistake, it is impossible to turn back. ”

But there is no word in the world that can persuade a tempting woman.

Shui Yanwei's eyes flashed slightly, and when she saw the worry in Wen Zhesang's eyes, she finally let go of the resentment in her heart, and the emotional thing was like this. What you give may not be rewarded, but what you like may not like yourself. To be cute is to fall in love, she is weak and powerless in this life, so she just wants to stick to such a thing.

"My sister is right, but I ...... I still want to give it a go. She smiled softly and let go of her calculations.

In fact, she didn't go to Qingfeng County for herself. She still remembered that she begged the emperor, and she boasted that she would definitely be able to bring Wen Zhesang back to Shangjing in advance and bring her back to the emperor. But during those days in Qingfeng County, she was thinking about killing Wen Zhesang all the time, but in the end, she worked step by step, and many calculations only solved a summer solstice.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, covering the dead branches and leaves in the pond, the yellow weeds on the walls, and the cold sun in the sky.

When Shui Yanwei left, she looked up and saw the snow blowing one after another, and buried her thoughts in the snow. Wen Zhesang has always treated her with a sincere heart, no matter how bastard she is, no matter how hateful she is, she should not trample on Sister Wen's heart.