When Cheng Guogong walked out of the post house and took the reins of the horse, he found that it was snowing.

This is the case in the winter in the south, and the snow is very different from the snow in the north, which is not experienced for many years, and most of the time it is this kind of snow.

It was very fine and small, like snow but not snow, like rain but not rain, and it could not accumulate when it fell on the ground, and after a while, it turned into water, making the road muddy.

Cheng Guogong exhaled a white breath.

In such weather, the little grandfather wants to rush back to Jiangnan Palace as soon as possible, but I am afraid that it will not be easy.

It's too slippery, harder than snow, and if you're not careful, you'll slip.

The official road from Anqing back to Jiangnan is not wide, flat and stable, and now it is even worse, it is difficult for people to walk, and it is difficult for horses to walk.

And in the Jiangnan Palace this night, the saint woke up from a nightmare and gasped for breath.

His eyes widened.

In the past two days, he asked Gonggong Han to leave a candle at night, and the candlelight passed through the bed curtain, not dazzling, and it would not make the surroundings dark.

But at this moment, his vision was blurred, and it was wheezing, which also made his chest ache.

The saint didn't call anyone in, and he listened to his own panting, and a layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

It was hard to hear, it was heavy, like the sound of a large wooden box dragging on the ground.

With a lift of his hand, the saint threw a wooden ball to the ground and rolled out.

Father-in-law Han outside heard the sound, hurriedly put on his clothes and came over, lifted the bed curtain, and said, "Holy Lord, the slave is waiting for you to use hot tea?" ”

His throat was moistened, but the voice of the saint was still hoarse: "You say, am I going to fail?" ”

Gonggong Han's hand shook and knelt down: "Holy Lord, don't think so, it's just that you are infected with the wind and cold, and it will be fine." ”

"There are many people who die of wind and cold!" The saint gritted his teeth.

Han Gonggong hung his head, he knew the saint's temperament, this one would not easily hang the word "death" on himself, the last time Liu Shangshu persuaded him to make a prince, he let the saint interpret it to the terminally ill, and finally he was so angry that he couldn't do it, and now he said it himself, I'm afraid he really realized that his physical condition is not good.

After thinking about it, Han Gong said fairly: "Holy Lord, now that the situation in the DPRK and China is in the middle of the country, people's hearts are fluctuating, if you are true...... That ......"

"Aren't they all waiting for me to kick their legs as soon as possible, so that they can go back to the north?" The saint sneered, "You go and call Jia Gui to see me." ”

Gonggong Han was stunned: "Now? ”

Seeing that the third watch is more than halfway.

"Go." The Holy One urged.

Father-in-law Han could only do it, and waited for half an hour before Jia Gui was called from the bed.

Jia Gui bowed his hand to Han Gonggong: "Holy Lord, this is ......"

"The miscellaneous family doesn't know," Grandpa Han sighed, "Lord Jia, please come inside." ”

The saint only left Jia Gui, and Gonggong Han glanced at Jia Gui and retreated respectfully.

"I'm afraid it's going to be bad," after the saint finished speaking, he was startled when he saw Jia Gui, and said, "Don't comfort me, I know my own body." If you can't afford to be sick, that is to say, I am am. ”

Jia Gui's heart fluttered, and he vaguely had some guesses.

I only heard the saint say again: "I originally wanted to be a son and daughter with Aiqing, but in the end it didn't work out, it's just that, it's really done, I won't call you here now, and it is impossible for me to pass the throne to Rui'er." ”

Jia Gui's heart beat faster, he thought, he guessed right.

The saint sent him overnight, it seems that he is looking for the new emperor's auxiliary minister.

At present, several princes and uncles and three princes are not here, and the saint also thinks of him here.

This is his chance.

Of course, Jia Gui wanted to learn from the dragon's skill, and he had been thinking about it for a long time, but how could he bet on the future of the saint himself, so he quickly knelt down to show his loyalty.

"Holy Lord, even if the little girl is fortunate enough to become the side concubine of the third prince that day, and the third prince is caught in witchcraft rumors, and the saint chooses another successor, the minister will obey the saint and assist the new monarch, and the minister will be loyal to the saint."

Sheng Shang squinted, listened to Jia Gui's words, asked him to take a few steps forward, and gave a low command.

Jia Gui listened to these words almost lying in front of the dragon bed, and cold sweat broke out on his back, but he didn't question it, and his jaw responded: "The minister's order." ”

Father-in-law Han was waiting outside, and when he saw Jia Gui coming out, he wanted to probe the wind.

Jia Gui waved his hand: "The saint is too worried about his illness, and it is also the incompetence of our courtiers, so he can't make the saint feel relieved." ”

With such a Tai Chi attitude, Han Gonggong stopped asking.

Returning to the dormitory, the saint said in a deep voice: "I will be called after half an hour." ”

Gonggong Han pursed his lips and answered, he walked out without hurrying, called a little waiter, and explained a few words in a low voice.

In the darkness of the night, the little waiter rushed out.

In less than three quarters of an hour, Jia Gui took the saint's waist card, led twenty people into the palace, and rushed straight to Sun Rui's palace, wanting to control the imperial forest army guarding here and take Sun Rui's life.

Unexpectedly, they stepped forward with their front feet, and their back feet faced the Royal Guards, who were far outnumbered by three times their numbers.

Jia Gui's face turned pale.

There are only ten people who take care of Sun Rui, how could there be so many people suddenly......

The small palace room, where can so many people show their strengths and feet, and the number of people is equal to the number of victories.

Jia Gui was restrained by the two of them, and looked at Sun Rui who came out of the hall with red eyes.

Sun Rui was wrapped thickly, looked Jia Gui up and down, and said in a faint voice: "Father asked you to come?" ”

It's obviously a question, but the tone is very firm, and there are even three points of mockery.

Jia Gui didn't answer, and Sun Rui didn't care, and said to a leader of the Imperial Forest Army: "Knock them all out and take them away, follow me to my father's palace, make the movement smaller, don't make everyone else quarrel." ”

In the dormitory, when the time came, Gonggong Han called the saint.

The spirit of the saint was even worse than before, leaning on the pillow, breathing heavily: "Jia Gui hasn't come back yet?" ”

"Not yet," Han Gong said fairly, "Holy Lord, the servant will give you a bowl of sweet soup, you didn't have much for dinner last year." ”

The holy jaw head, under the service of Han Gonggong, used it one bite at a time.

It tastes very good, he likes it very much, but he doesn't know how many times he can taste this body.

Suddenly, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps outside, and it was directly coming to the inner sanctum.

The saint was stunned when he heard this, if Jia Gui came back, he would not be so unruly.

He barely leaned over to look out, and the visitor bypassed the screen and walked straight to the dragon's bed, looking at him with a blank face.

That was Sun Rui, Sun Rui he hadn't seen since he arrived in Jiangnan.

Sun Rui also lost a lot of weight, and along the way, he brought a cold air all over his body, but his eyes were colder.

"Are you ......" the saint was extremely stunned, "what about Jia Gui?" Jia Gui ......?"

"Jia is loyal, don't be suspicious of your father," Sun Rui interrupted the saint's words, "It's a pity that the Imperial Forest Army is not all your people. ”

Jia Gui and the other twenty-one people were tied up and thrown in, and fell to the ground without movement, obviously fainting.

The saint was so angry that he wanted to stand up while holding on to the dragon bed, but he didn't want to be unable to exert any strength in his hands.

It's like you've been drained of your strength.

Shengshang glared at Sun Rui angrily, suddenly thought of something, turned his head to look at Gonggong Han who was low-eyed and obedient on the side, and wanted to speak sharply, but he just opened his mouth, and his voice was much weaker: "It's you?" What's in the sweet soup? ”