In the Heart Cultivation Palace, there was a strong smell of medicine, and the air was a little stuffy, making people breathless.

The hall was quiet, like a dead city.

The emperor lay motionless on the dragon couch, his eyes shining as he looked at the gauze tent above, looking stunned.

In the past half a month, he has repeatedly thought about An Ping, Mu Yan, and Cen Yin, and every time he thinks of the three of them, his heart is surging with anger, and his chest is violently sinking together.

Of course, the Emperor wanted to kill them right now to vent his hatred, but he knew that he could not deal with them on his own.

The emperor adjusted his breathing, gritted his teeth and said with difficulty: "Give me a ...... Empress...... The Great Prince...... Second Prince...... The Three Princes ......"

He wanted to see the queen, the prince, and the ministers who were loyal to him, and at this time, only they could share his worries.

"Cheng En Gong...... Prince Ann ......"

The Emperor repeated the names of these men over and over again, every word with great difficulty, staccato and slurred.

However, there was a dead silence in response, and there was no sound in the dormitory except the sound of his breathing.

No one paid attention to him, whether it was the imperial doctor or the chamberlain, they were all motionless like stone sculptures.

Ever since he woke up, it had been like this, no matter what he said, no one paid attention to him.

There was a sharp pain in the emperor's heart, and he felt as if his heart was about to explode, and his breathing became rapid.

Seeing that the emperor seemed to be about to pass in the next moment, the two imperial doctors moved, one sniffed the emperor and sniffed the salt, and the other silently applied needles to the emperor on several big holes, and the movements were skillful.

Until the emperor's face gradually calmed down and his breath calmed down, the two imperial doctors silently retreated again, and from beginning to end, they didn't even say a word to the emperor.

Although the emperor was relieved, he only felt more desperate, and his whole body was cold, as if he was soaking in a bathtub filled with ice water, and his limbs and heart were cold.

Once again, he was acutely aware that this was not the case.

Now he, the emperor who can't even get up, is just an ornament in the Heart Cultivation Palace.

The emperor began to be afraid.

He originally thought that he was in the prime of life, and as long as he slowly cultivated his dragon body, he might not have a chance to turn the tables in the future, but now he began to wonder if these imperial doctors would really treat him wholeheartedly?!

These timid and fearful imperial doctors are afraid that Cen is as hidden as a tiger, do they dare to cure themselves?!

He looks like a waste now, even a seven-year-old child can fiddle with him at will, and now Cen Yin and An Ping have formed an alliance, which means that he is equivalent to falling into the hands of An Ping, what will An Ping do to himself next? !

Thinking of An Ping's resentful eyes, the emperor's heartbeat skipped a beat, his heart tightened, and suddenly he felt a stream of heat flowing down uncontrollably, followed by a familiar feeling of dampness and heat in his lower body.

He was incontinent again.

In the next moment, a thick and familiar smell of urine spread through the air and penetrated into the tip of the emperor's nose.

The emperor was ashamed and angry, and his face changed with a flush.

He wanted to call the chamberlain to come and serve, but he couldn't open his mouth to explain the reason, and his body froze there motionlessly, waiting for those chamberlains to find out that something was wrong and take the initiative to come and serve him.

However, no one came.

The couch was empty.

Time passed little by little, and no one took the initiative to come.

At this moment, all the emperor's attention was focused on his lower body, which was wet, gradually changing from damp heat to clammy cold, and his middle pants were wet and sticking to his thighs, which was extremely uncomfortable.

In the gauze tent, the sour smell of urine became stronger and stronger, lingering on the tip of his nose, lingering, and the disgusting smell made the emperor feel sick.

In the half year that the emperor was in a coma before, he couldn't speak or move, but he could sense the movement outside, which made him feel that life was better than death. Now he is awake and can speak again, but things are not getting better.

He could only collapse on the couch, no one took him seriously, and this feeling of powerlessness made him feel worse than when he was unconscious......

When he was unconscious, he still had a glimmer of hope, thinking that he could wake up, as long as he woke up, he would still be able to turn the tide, but now he realized that what was even more terrible was "despair", despair of himself......

The emperor endured and endured, but finally he couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Come on...... Come, give...... Give me ...... Wipe yourself up and change your clothes. ”

When he said this, the emperor only felt that his face was hot and painful, and he wanted to find a hole to get into.

A small chamberlain in the corner pinched his nose and glanced in the direction of the emperor with disgust, but he still didn't pass, and the other little chamberlain stood up with a little impatience and said, "I'll go and call Gonggong Wen over." ”

The little chamberlain hurriedly opened the curtain and went out, and after a while, Wen Yongju followed the little chamberlain in, unwilling and angry in his heart.

Once, he was the eunuch of the palm seal of the dignified imperial horse eunuch, and his status in the twelve eunuchs of the inner court was transcendent, and his authority was monstrous, only the eunuch who held the seal of the eunuch of the ceremonial eunuch, but now, even a casual little chamberlain in this palace of nourishing the heart dared to instruct him, and he didn't put him in his eyes at all.

However, now that the emperor is next to him, even if Wen Yongju has more dissatisfaction in his heart, he doesn't dare to show the slightest.

After the eldest princess of Anping left the Palace of Heart Cultivation, because he had a few words of argument with the two little chamberlains, he later found that the emperor looked at him with a little indifference and resentment, and he served the emperor for a few days, and the emperor's eyes gradually eased a little.

Wen Yongju endured the dissatisfaction in his heart, made a loyal and diligent appearance, walked to the emperor's side in three steps and two steps, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, please wait, the slave will prepare water for you to wipe your body." ”

The two little chamberlains watched coldly from the side, Wen Yongju had to do everything himself, personally went to fetch water, and personally took off the wet pants for the emperor, wiped his body, and then the emperor changed his pants and a new mattress, carefully and thoughtfully.

When he was done, Wen Yongju's forehead was already covered with a shallow layer of sweat.

These days, Wen Yongju is doing the trivial things of serving the emperor to eat and drink Lazar, from the first time he acted jerky, which made the emperor frown frequently, and now he is very skilled, and he put on new clothes for the emperor without a stick of incense.

The body was dry, and the emperor finally felt a little more relaxed, and his face was slightly relaxed.

Wen Yongju quickly glanced at the two dozing little chamberlains, carefully helped the emperor to lie back on the dragon couch, and carefully straightened the emperor's body to make him lie down more comfortably.

While serving the emperor, Wen Yongju leaned over the emperor's ear, lowered his voice and said loyally: "Your Majesty, now all these people in the Heart Cultivation Palace have been bought by Cen Yin's traitor and become his lackeys, and only the servants are dedicated to the king. ”

"Your Majesty, if you have any orders, just follow the minions, and the minions will definitely do their errands well."

The emperor thought that Wen Yongju was indeed very careful and thoughtful in his service, unlike the other people here who didn't take him seriously at all.

Besides, now except for Wen Yongju, the emperor has no one available at all, and he can only gamble on Wen Yongju.

The emperor raised his head hard and whispered to Wen Yongju: "Chengen...... Public. "It was Cheng Engong who did everything possible to invite a miracle doctor from Jiangnan to save himself, and he must be loyal to himself.

Wen Yongju was still paying attention to the movements of the two little chamberlains, and hurriedly whispered: "Your Majesty, Duke Chengen has been framed and imprisoned by Cen Yin, not only was he deprived of his title, but he was also sentenced to be beheaded after the autumn. ”

"......" The Emperor's eyes widened in disbelief.

On that day, when Cen Yin asked people to drag Cheng Engong away, he only said that he should cooperate with the investigation, but he didn't expect that it would be a long time before Cheng Engong had already been sentenced to be beheaded after the autumn? ! It's a half-dead man!

So, is Cen Yin going to eradicate all the loyal ministers on his side one by one?!

Thinking of this, the emperor once again felt fear and despair, and his body trembled violently.

Wen Yongju seized this opportunity and said: "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Third Prince has always been worried about the emperor's situation, but he has been stopped by Gonggong Yuan several times when he came to the Yangxin Palace to ask to see the emperor, and he can't come in to visit the emperor. Also, Lord Jiang is also loyal to the emperor. ”

When the emperor heard this, his originally chaotic and gloomy eyes brightened slightly, and a spark of hope ignited in his eyes, and his cold heart gradually warmed up.

Yes, he shouldn't be desperate so easily, there are disloyal and unrighteous rebels like Cen Yin in this court, and there will also be loyal ministers like Jiang Deshen and Cheng Engong who are dedicated to orthodoxy.

Suddenly, the emperor felt that he had confidence again, and his thoughts were spinning rapidly, and his heart was a little entangled for a while. Should he let Jiang Deshen bring someone to Emperor Qin's rescue, or split Anping and Cen Yin first?

He needs to think about what to do to his advantage......

Wen Yongju covered the emperor with a thin quilt again, and slowly tucked the corners of the quilt, trying to delay time, but he didn't hear the emperor's response for a long time.

He was a little disappointed in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it, let alone urge the emperor, thinking: Maybe the emperor still had some doubts about him and Jiang Deshen, so he didn't speak rashly.

He still has a chance, anyway, he is always waiting by the emperor's side, and he is looking for opportunities to persuade the emperor every day. After seeing the hearts of the people for a long time, the emperor will naturally know who is the most loyal, and he will take the opportunity to help the third prince say a few more good words.

The third prince is the best candidate.

Wen Yongju said to himself in his heart that with his current situation, only the third prince ascended the throne would be the best for him.

The emperor didn't know what Wen Yongju was thinking, and he was still hesitating what he should do.

The emperor's entanglement is ten years.

During this period of time, the emperor lived like a year, and he could feel that his body was not only improving, but even worsening, and his life was getting more and more difficult day by day, and it was simply worse than death.

Now he can't do anything, and he has to "beg" others to help him in everything.

What made him feel even more difficult was that except for Wen Yongju, everyone in the Heart Cultivation Hall didn't take him seriously, and the kind of eyes that looked at him seemed to be looking at a dead dog, or even a disgusting maggot.

Although he lived, he was worse than dead.

Occasionally, he wondered if he was alive like this, and maybe he was a walking corpse at best.

The words that Anping said to him echoed in his ears again and again, and even when he dreamed back at midnight, he would wake up with a sweat all over his body.

But since Wen Yongju's consolation, the emperor had a glimmer of hope in his heart, which allowed him to survive.

The Emperor decided to wait any longer for Cen Yin.

He carefully weighed the pros and cons, Cen Yin is now in charge of the court alone, and he has great power, even if Jiang Deshen is loyal to himself, with Jiang Deshen's current power, I am afraid that ten Jiang Deshen will not be able to suppress Cen Yin, if Jiang Deshen is not good, he will be planted in Cen Yin's hands like Chengengong, then, he will have no other available people.

For the sake of safety, the emperor decided to give priority to the fight for Cen Yin first.

This option is the most effective and convenient way for him.

Cen Yin is a smart person, as long as he skillfully uses the way of attacking the heart, Cen Yin will definitely understand that it is not a good idea for him to betray himself and throw himself into An Ping and Mu Yan, he will only suffer infamy through the ages!

Moreover, will Mu Yan trust him as much as he does?!

When Mu Yan takes the throne in the future and sits firmly in the country, I am afraid that it will be time for the cunning rabbit to die and the lackeys to cook!

At that time, Cen Yin's ending can be imagined.

This kind of story has been constantly staged since ancient times, and he doesn't believe that Cen Yin is not afraid of doubt!

He must be able to split the alliance between Cen Yin and Mu Yan.

The emperor told himself over and over again in his heart, but Cen Yin never came to the Heart Cultivation Hall again, and when the emperor was almost about to doubt his decision, at noon on this day, a familiar and respectful voice finally came from outside the door curtain: "I have seen the Overseer." ”

Cen Yin is finally here!

The Emperor's eyes lit up, and he eagerly raised his eyes to the curtain embroidered with dragon patterns.

Suddenly, as soon as the thick curtain was lifted, someone came in from outside.

Cen Yin walked unhurriedly, with a casual smile on the corner of his lips, with a little calmness and a little coldness.

The two little chamberlains in the dormitory couldn't wait to hurry up to greet them, and nodded to Cen Yin and saluted: "Overseer." "The attitude is very respectful.

The Emperor stared at the backs of the two little chamberlains with deep eyes, and his fists clenched under the thin quilt.

During this period of time, these attendants have been ignoring themselves and perfunctory, but now they have changed their faces in front of Cen Yin.

The villain has a will, these eunuchs are really hateful!

The emperor watched Cen Yin walking towards him without blinking, the tide surging in his eyes, and the words full of words were on his lips.

Without waiting for the emperor to speak, Cen Yin said lightly: "Your Majesty, I am here to report the good news to you." ”

What's the good news?! The Emperor frowned, but for a moment forgot what he had meant to say.

The corners of Cen Yin's lips curled slightly, and he continued slowly: "There is an urgent military report of eight hundred miles from Nanjing, Mu Yan has already led the army to defeat Nanhuai, and Nanhuai will be renamed Huaizhou in the future, and it will return to the territory of Dasheng from now on. ”

"Isn't this a great piece of good news, Your Majesty, are you happy?" Cen Yin said and took another step in the direction of the emperor.

What the?! The Emperor couldn't believe his ears, and if he could move at the moment, he would have jumped up from his couch in shock.

How is this possible?!

Since the establishment of the Dasheng Dynasty, in the past hundred years, from Emperor Taizu to the first emperor, they have been pained by the problem of frequent invasions of Nanhuai, and several emperors have ambitiously wanted to take Nanhuai to prevent future troubles, but they are helpless because of Nanhuai's natural geographical advantages.

The emperor's cloudy eyes were in turmoil, and the dark tide was surging.

Emperor Taizu didn't do it, his father didn't do it, and he didn't do it himself. What more than a dozen emperors of the Dasheng Dynasty have not done, how could Mu Yan's evil seed do it!

Moreover, Mu Yan has only been in the south for a few months.

How is this possible?!

The emperor wanted to say that Cen Yin was lying, but reason told him that Cen Yin had no need to deceive him about such a thing.

If you can deceive him, you can't deceive the world, this kind of lie is meaningless at all!

Therefore, what Cen Yin said must be true, Mu Yan really led the army to take Nanhuai, opened up the territory for Dasheng, and made Dasheng's territory reach the peak of more than 100 years.

With this merit alone, Mu Yan is enough to leave his name in the annals of history, enough to be praised by the people of the world, and respected by literati and scholars.

The emperor's heart tightened, as if a pair of hands had twisted his heart together, and he was shocked and panicked.

When Mu Yan returns triumphantly, his prestige in the army and among the people may far surpass him, so his throne ......

Will he be forced to abdicate and make way for Xian like Emperor Guangzong of the previous dynasty, and will be placed under house arrest in the deep palace under the name of the so-called "Emperor Taishang", and then fall silently two or three years later......

The emperor's pupils shrank sharply, and his mind was in a state of confusion, unable to think calmly at all.

Cen Yin stood aside quietly, looked at the emperor coldly, took in all the changes in the expression on his face, and hooked his lips mockingly.

is such a cowardly, greedy, and selfish person, for his own selfish desires, so many people have died......

Cen Yin remembered the palace change eighteen years ago, the collapse of the Zhenbei Palace, the years of war in the north, the invasion of Pu in the past, and the frequent civil strife in the past few years......

Nineteen years ago, Dasheng had a population of nearly 100 million, but now it is less than 50 million.

All because of one person.

Cen Yin's eyes became even colder, he wouldn't let Mu Jianming die so easily.

Everyone needs to pay for what he has done!

Cen Yin didn't say anything more, turned around and left the dormitory.

The two little chamberlains hurriedly opened the curtain for Cen Yin and sent him away.

The emperor lay on the couch in a daze, and it took a while to come back to his senses, looking for Cen Yin's trace, only to find that he was gone.

Worst. Only then did the emperor realize that he had forgotten to talk to Cen Yin about the conditions, and he opened his mouth to stop Cen Yin and called: "Cen ......"

He forgot about his condition for a while, and tried to get up suddenly, but his body was weak and he didn't listen to the call at all, and this force lost his balance and fell off the couch......

The terrible screams suddenly echoed in the dormitory, and also clearly reached the ears of Cen Yin, who was in the main hall at the moment.

Cen Yin didn't stop because of this, nor did he look back, and left the Heart Cultivation Hall unhurriedly, his face was as usual, but his eyes were as cold as a deep pool.

The little scorpion who followed him knew that he was in a bad mood, so he silently kept a distance from him and did not disturb him.

Cen Yin went straight out of the palace, and before he knew it, the sun in the blue sky was covered by layers of clouds, and the weather became gloomy.

Outside the palace gate, a small chamberlain had already prepared a horse for Cen Yin, and he wanted to step forward to salute, but when he saw the little scorpion secretly making a look, he retreated with interest.

Cen Yin didn't seem to notice anything, and walked forward without squinting......

He walked aimlessly through one street after another, without any intention of stopping, and the little scorpion silently followed a dozen paces away.

When they walked to Zhongsheng Street, there was a slight drizzle of rain in the gloomy sky, and the spring rain continued, and the surrounding area was hazy, like a thick fog.

Cen Yin was still walking forward unhurriedly, his steps were steady, and his jet-black hair was stained with a little raindrop, like countless crystals.

The little scorpion had already bought two oil-paper umbrellas from a roadside vendor, held them in his hand, and wanted to hand them to Cen Yin, but he hesitated and didn't dare to go over, looking at Cen Yin's long and slightly thin figure without blinking.

When he walked through an intersection, several carriages suddenly whistled to the left, and the little scorpion had to stop, waiting for the four or five carriages to pass by, and then continued to move forward, his eyes following Cen Yin's traces.

The little scorpion took a step forward and stopped again, only to see Cen Yin standing outside a teahouse five or six zhang in front of him, with a cyan oil-paper umbrella above his head to block the rain for him.

Holding the oil-paper umbrella was a slender girl in blue who was eighteen or nineteen years old.

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