Zhong Weiwei knelt in front of the dragon couch, looking at Emperor Yong with tears in his eyes.

Emperor Yong grabbed the crown prince Chonghua on the side, and pointed at Zhong Weiwei with all his might, and his throat sounded.

Chonghua half-lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covered all thoughts, and he was as indifferent as a god above the Nine Heavens.

A trace of disappointment flashed in Emperor Yong's eyes, and he smiled bitterly, looking at the attendant standing on the side, who handed over a bright yellow holy decree to Zhong Weiwei: "Lord Zhong will accept the decree." ”

"The minister accepts the order, thank you Lord Longen." Zhong Weiwei bowed, raised his hands to receive the holy decree, and tears fell down with his hanging heart.

Emperor Yong let out a long breath and closed his eyes.

Zhan Cheng cried at the top of his voice: "Your Majesty is dead!" ”

Inside and outside the hall, the cries rang out in unison.

Zhong Weiwei blushed his nose and sobbed silently, quietly hid the holy decree in his arms, and then quietly glanced at Chonghua.

Chonghua knelt in front of the Yongdi couch, grabbed the Yongdi's hand tightly, buried his head in Yongdi's body, his broad shoulders and back trembled silently, grief-stricken, and did not immediately settle accounts with her.

Zhong Weiwei continued to cry bitterly, after four years in the palace, Emperor Yong treated her well, and once she said goodbye, she was really sad.

"Ruthless Your Majesty, why did you leave like this? How can we live without our orphans and widows? ”

Empress Wei and her concubines and princesses and princesses came up like a tide, viciously squeezing Zhong Weiwei far away, and surrounded the dead Emperor Yongdi and Chonghua, who was about to ascend the throne.

In the chaos, I don't know who pushed Zhong Wei hard, she didn't hold it and fell down, and her hands and knees hurt hotly.

Struggling to stand up, before he could stand firmly, he was pushed hard again, and he slammed uncontrollably into the pillar, and immediately his eyes went black, and the stars jumped wildly, and he fell to the ground prostrately.

In a drowsy state, only a sharp voice could be heard: "Zhong Qilang is loyal to the martyr!" ”

She didn't want to die so much, who was harming her?

Zhong Weiwei looked up angrily, trying to find the person who wanted to force her to death.

But he saw Chonghua, who was kneeling in front of the Yongdi couch, slowly raised his head and looked at her, his dark eyes were full of anger and hatred.

Zhong Weiwei's heart suddenly skipped half a beat, and he forgot the rule that he couldn't look directly at Long Yan, so he just met Chonghua's eyes in a daze.

The corners of Chonghua's lips were hooked, and he said coldly: "Take this ......"

The warm liquid flowed out of the hair and down the forehead, itching and numb, strange and uncomfortable.

Zhong Weiwei didn't care if he lost his manners, retracted his gaze, reached out and touched it, his face was covered with blood.

She had fainting, and immediately turned pale, and her eyes rolled and fell back.

"Snort......" I don't know who laughed.

"Who dares to be disrespectful to the first emperor? Pull down the palm mouth twenty! ”

After Empress Wei was furious, she looked at Zhong Weiwei with a pleasant face: "Zhong Qijulang is really loyal, and it is not in vain that the first emperor is so fond of you." It's rare that you are so loyal, this palace will always fulfill you, come on, give Zhong Qijulang a white silk funeral ......"

Zhong Weiwei was scared to wake up again, Empress Wei was vicious, and she had been unpleasant for a long time, this was to take the opportunity to kill her.

She hurriedly got up and knelt down, grabbed the will of the Yongdi in her arms, and cried and said: "Back to the queen's mother, the first emperor is kind, and it is difficult for Weichen to repay one of them, and he should follow the first emperor to serve in the ground, but the first emperor still has a last wish, and Weichen has to dare to ......die for the first emperor."

"Such a cowardly, greedy and fearful of death, is also worthy of talking about loyalty? Don't defile your father's dungeon! ”

Chonghua sneered disdainfully, and his disgust was overflowing: "Drag it down, don't allow her to come to the spirit, it's annoying to look at it!" ”

The palace people are accustomed to seeing the wind and the rudder, holding high and stepping low, and seeing that Empress Wei and Chonghua's mother and son are so disgusted with Zhong Weiwei, they immediately pounced like a wolf and grabbed Zhong Weiwei's slender arm, wanting to drag her out.

"I'll go by myself!"

Zhong Weiwei was at the end of the road, but the wind bones were there, and he pushed away the waiter who came to pull her, and staggered up and walked out.

The old emperor died, the palace was in a mess, no one could take care of her, the sun was big, the wound on his head hurt badly, Zhong Weiwei's eyes were black, his legs were weak and he couldn't walk, so he sat down in the shade at the base of the wall to rest.

Xiaotang, who was waiting for her, hurriedly ran over, anxiously pressed her wounds, and asked one after another, "My lord, are you better?" ”

Zhong Weiwei was so painful that he came back to life, and his tears were in his eyes: "I can't die." What are you doing here? ”

Xiaotang cried and said with a sad face: "It was Manager Zhan who came to inform the slaves." The slave will help you go somewhere to rest first, and then get some medicine to stop the bleeding. ”

Zhong Weiwei responded: "My duty room is not far from here, there is wound medicine in the house, there is no need to rest, take it and leave quickly." ”

Although Emperor Yong's will allowed her to resign and leave at any time, no one should embarrass her.

But there are so many intrigues and tricks in this palace, and there are many people who regard her as a thorn in their side, so it is best to flee for their lives.

Xiaotang picked up Zhong Weiwei and went to the duty room, he couldn't go far, and suddenly heard the sound of footsteps behind him, and when he looked back, his face turned white with fright, and he knocked his upper teeth and lower teeth: "No, it's not good......"

Several guards with knives chased after them violently, and the one at the head shouted loudly with a straight face: "His Royal Highness the Prince, I will wait for the superintendent Zhong Qilang to leave the palace immediately, and he must not stay!" ”

"I'm worried that there is no one to escort you, but it just so happens that you are here." Zhong Weiwei turned around and walked out, Chonghua said that he didn't want to see her, so he really didn't want her to stay in this palace for a while, not even to take medicine and take a breath.

It's a pity that there is still a bag of silver rewarded by the emperor in her guard room, and I don't know who is cheaper.

Several guards selflessly urged her to move forward, Zhong Weiwei staggered to the outside of the palace, did not forget to say hard work to them, and fell into bed when she returned home and couldn't get up.

When he woke up, the wound had been properly treated by Xiaotang and given medicine, and he had changed into a clean and comfortable home-style dress.

It was already dark, and it was dark outside the window, except for the fragrance of honeysuckle faintly penetrating through the cracks in the window.

She moved her hands and feet, and felt that she had strength again, so she shouted: "Xiaotang! ”

Xiaotang rushed over, holding a bowl of swarthy medicinal soup in his hand: "Adults are awake, drink medicine quickly!" ”

Zhong Wei drank all the decoction in his mouth, shivered bitterly, frowned and asked, "What about the will of the first emperor that I hid in my arms?" ”

Xiaotang patted his head and took out a roll of yellow silk from the bedside cabinet: "Huh." ”

Zhong Weiwei hugged Huang Aya tightly in his arms like a jewel: "Hold the lamp, grind the ink and lay the paper, I want to write my resignation." ”