Renming Palace is just the queen's residence, and there is usually no guard by the gate officials, but today the Son of Heaven and the prince are in the palace, even though Queen Yang is too soft to support the wall, Zhu Baoshi, who is in charge of the Imperial City Division, is guarding the palace gate.

Empress Dowager Zhang and King Ji Zhao Hao were stopped outside the palace by the guards.

In the hall, several imperial doctors knelt on the bed or leaned on the bed, and none of them refused to speak.

Empress Yang's eyes widened, and she held the back of the chair behind her with one hand, barely stumbling back.

In the hall for a moment, a needle drop could be heard, and I only heard someone shouting outside: "The saint is here, don't you quickly retreat!" ”

Through the door, I could hear it clearly.

The dynasty ruled the world with filial piety, and the queen mother came to the queen's palace in person, and Queen Yang stopped people outside the palace like this, and put them on weekdays, even if she gave ten more bear bile into her stomach in her dream, she didn't dare to think about it.

However, at this moment, the queen who was used to being cowardly acted as if she hadn't heard anything, ignoring the Empress Dowager Zhang outside the hall, and only staring at the imperial doctor opposite, waiting for them to speak.

Wang Yi couldn't wait any longer, and shouted in his mouth: "How is Your Highness's illness!" ”

No one paid attention to him.

Huang Zhaoliang stood aside, anxious, but he couldn't care about the rest, stepped forward, and shouted at one of them: "Cai Yu! How sick is Your Highness! ”

The imperial doctor who was named shuddered for a moment, choked and said, "Your Highness...... Your Highness...... ......"

Empress Yang screamed, just in time to faint.

At this time, there was a lack of everything in the field, that is, there was no shortage of servants to serve, and there was no shortage of imperial doctors for diagnosis and treatment, and soon, a group of people surrounded them.

The important ministers of the two provinces only did not hear her cry, nor did they see her fainting.

Fan Yaochen chased after Cai Yu and asked, "How is Your Majesty's illness!" ”

This time, several imperial doctors rushed to answer: "Your Majesty is just suffering from heat stroke......

For a while, the two important ministers in the hall were all half relieved.

Zhao Rui is still alive.

As long as he's alive, the rest isn't a problem.

As long as there is a person sitting on the dragon chair, it is fine, as for whether that person is a pig or a dog, a cow or a dragon, but anyone who can climb to the position of the two mansions will no longer care.

When the Son of Heaven woke up, he found the imperial doctor and found a way to have another one.

Huang Zhaoliang stood aside, but he felt a little pity in his heart.

Zhao Wei is really a suitable candidate for the emperor, frail and sickly, with mediocre qualifications, although Zhao Rui is also incompetent, in the end, his qualifications are in the middle stage, and he has sat on the throne for so many years, whether he acts or means, he is already skillful, and he is indecisive, suspicious, and likes to learn from his ancestors to play different theories, and now, it is a little difficult to deal with.

He actually likes Zhao quite a bit.

Huang Zhaoliang has such thoughts not only, but the rest of the important ministers in the palace have eight out of ten thoughts.

The only one frowning was Sun Bian standing on one side.

He wasn't as relieved as anyone else.

Others didn't know that the true dragon on the bed was equipped with hundreds of Ten Perfection Tonic Pills, and nine times out of ten, he would not be able to regenerate.

The next emperor can only rely on succession.

Succession is not a good thing, the Great Jin Dynasty has been established for more than 100 years, there have been several emperors, after the new emperor succeeded to the throne, because of the biological parents, the first emperor, the first queen and so on, it can always cause turmoil in the court.

Just because of the posthumous biological father and mother of the Taiwan Cabinet who were belittled, at this time to count casually, without thinking, Sun Bian can name five or six.

Sun Bian couldn't help but think about it in his heart.

The Son of Heaven has been so sick that he has suffered such a big blow, and he may not be able to live long.

How to find a way to make a difference in the possible turmoil of the government and the opposition, and go further, depends on his ability!

Although he is also participating in political affairs now, compared with Fan Yaochen, who is a great counselor and Huang Zhaoliang and has won the trust of the Son of Heaven, he really has no advantage, and if there is no external force at this time, it is very likely that it will continue.

The Son of Heaven needs him to balance the court, but he doesn't need to be used as a pillar of the beam.

Two or three pillars on the top beam are enough, and if there are too many, it will only block the pavement.

However, once the new emperor ascends the throne, everything will be different.

How can he find what he wants when the storm may come, not only by fate, but most importantly, by strength!

There are many vassal kings surnamed Zhao, regardless of the king with foot disease, that is, the three kings and the four kings, and the sons have also given birth to a lot.

There was no one in the temple who spoke, but every man had his own God.

A janissary rushed in from outside, turned his head and looked around, but he didn't see Queen Yang, he hesitated, and had to ask: "Wang Xianggong, the saint and His Royal Highness King Ji are waiting outside the palace, I want to see the Son of Heaven......"

He shouted Wang Xianggong in his mouth, but his eyes were looking at Huang Zhaoliang and Fan Yaochen on the side.

Wang Yi was a little undecided, turned his head, and asked Huang Zhaoliang first, "Ruyu, what do you think?" ”

Huang Zhaoliang did not answer positively, but said: "Please also ask the prince to call the shots." ”

He said it, but he was a little disgusted in his heart.

sits in the position of prime minister, but does not fulfill the responsibility of the prime minister, and complains that Zhao Rui has always pasted him on the wall as a hanging paper.

Wang Yifu turned his head to look at Fan Yaochen again.

How could Fan Yaochen take this fork, he only said: "It's all up to the minister." ”

If there was only Empress Dowager Zhang outside, he wouldn't think about it, and he would immediately propose to let people in.

Mother and spy, it is a matter of course.

But there is another King Ji outside.

Coming in such a hurry, he must have received news from the Renming Palace.

But anyone who is sensible and knows that the Son of Heaven is sick, who doesn't hide faster than a rabbit, and looks at the four kings in the back court, when they show their heads, they only hate that their necks are too long, and it is not good to retract their heads!

Only this one of the three kings, not only did not hide, but also stretched his neck to move forward!

He is not Huang Zhaoliang, he is not Wang Yi, the former forced the Empress Dowager Zhang to withdraw the curtain and offended people to death, the latter is the prime minister, he should come out of this, he had better not change to all changes.

The louder it was outside.

Wang Yi asked Huang Zhaoliang and Fan Yaochen, and hesitated for a few breaths in his heart, but it was not good to ask the rest of the people.

Another guard ran in quickly, usually looking around the left and right in the hall, and when he saw Empress Yang surrounded by everyone with her eyes closed, she had to look for Wang Yi and ask: "Wang Xianggong, the saint is going to meet the Son of Heaven...... The sage asked...... The sage asked the officials, 'What do you want?'......"

The guard passed the word, only carefully, but several people in the hall had been with the Empress Dowager Zhang for a long time, and when they heard the words "what do you want", their minds immediately appeared with a strong voice.

Wang Yi couldn't help but snort.

He is old, and he may not be able to sit in the phase for too long, so he is not afraid, but his son and grandson still have to be officials!

Zhao Wei is already dead, and with the dragon body of today's son, who knows how long he can live.

But the woman who married into the Zhao family has always lived a long life!

The Empress Dowager lived for ninety, and she was deaf and deaf when she was dying. Further back, none of the people who married the emperor of the Zhao family were eighty years ago, even if she was treated coldly by her stepson for decades, and then cried to her mother's family about her life, she also survived until she was seventy-eight years old and survived her stepson to death.

Empress Dowager Zhang's body has always been tough, the late Empress Dowager is her aunt, she has only passed the destiny of heaven for a few years at this time, whether it is mental or physical, she has thrown her son who is the emperor far away, I am afraid that I want to live over ninety in the future, it is not a dream.

Once the Son of Heaven dies and a new emperor succeeds to the throne, she will still be her empress dowager, I can't say, I don't know if it will be her son or her grandson who will be the emperor.

Empress Dowager Zhang's wrist in the days when the curtain was hung in the past, until now, Wang Yi still thinks about it, and he is a little fluttering. The new emperor succeeded to the throne, it is good that he is an old one, but if he is a young one, who knows what will happen in the end......

At this time, how can this person be offended!

The queen mother entered the palace, it is justified, it doesn't matter, what matters is only King Ji!

But King Ji came with her!

If he protects the Son of Heaven wholeheartedly and stops King Ji at the door, Zhao Rui wakes up and is satisfied with him, but King Ji's place will definitely give birth to discord, that is, the Queen Mother, and may also feel that it is his own trouble.

But if King Ji is stopped outside the palace, it will be this vein in the future......

As the prime minister of the DPRK and China, Wang Yi is used to talking less and acting less on weekdays, only fulfilling promises and acting according to the mandate of heaven, but at this moment, his mind is spinning rapidly, and countless thoughts flashed through him almost instantly.

A son of heaven who may not live long, a queen mother who may continue to hang the curtain for more than ten years, and a vassal king who may have a son to inherit the unification.

How to choose?

Wang Yi was in a dilemma, almost as if he was struggling whether to cut off his left hand or his right hand.

For a moment, he wished that he was not the prime minister!

No one in the hall spoke, just wiped the hands and face of Queen Yang, and the Huangmen and palace maids who fed the pills did not dare to make a big move.

The important ministers of the two governments all looked at Wang Yi.

Wang Yi hesitated for a while, and the ghost made the gods worse, but he suddenly turned around.

On the bed, Zhao Rui was lying with his eyes closed, lying without movement, his cheeks were pale, his lips were white, his head was faintly black under his eyelids, and his seal was slightly gray.

Wang Yi didn't hesitate anymore, he was ruthless, and said, "Please invite the saint into the temple!" ”

When the guard heard this, he quickly stood up straight, and was about to walk out, but as if he suddenly thought of something, he hurriedly asked again: "His Royal Highness the King of Naji ......?"

He waited for a few breaths, didn't wait for a reply, and when he raised his head, he saw a fierce light in Wang Yi's eyes on the other side, as if he wanted to swallow himself.

Even though the guard was timid in his heart, he didn't retreat at all, but only urged: "Prime Minister Wang, can I invite His Royal Highness King Ji into the palace?" ”

How many of the guards who are on errand in the palace are fake?

If you don't ask to understand, you just let people in like this, and they will be held accountable in the future, how can a pawn afford such a crime!

Is it terrible to offend the prime minister, or is it terrible to offend King Ji and the queen mother?

For the courtiers, it may be necessary to think about it, but for the royal guards, even fools know how to choose.

He waited for a while, and seeing that Wang Yi did not answer, he stepped forward again and urged: "Wang Xianggong! ”

In front of the people of the two provinces being questioned like this, Wang Yi almost wanted to drag the person in front of him out and trample to death, but he had to say: "Please enter the temple!" ”

The janissary had already caught up to this step, how could he let it go, and asked again: "Xianggong, can His Royal Highness King Ji enter the palace?" ”

Before Wang Yi could answer, Fan Yaochen, Huang Zhaoliang, who was standing behind him, even Sun Bian, Guo Shizhong and others shook their heads in their hearts.

- What's the trouble, it's already done here, stretching out the head is a knife, shrinking the head is a knife, it's better to simply do it, don't lose your face so ugly.

Wang Yi was finally forced to have nowhere to hide, and said embarrassedly: "Only invite the saint into the temple!" ”

After all, he still didn't dare to gamble.

Once Zhao Hao is put into Renming Palace, unless it is ironclad, it will be the three kings who will ascend the throne in the future, otherwise whether it is called Zhao Rui or the rest of the vassal kings, in their eyes, they will not give him good fruits to eat.

Besides, if it is spread out in the future, how will he be criticized by the historian and spurned by Shilin, he only thought about it for a moment, and he was a little panicked.

The Praetorian got his word, turned around and ran out.

The hair and headdress were neat, and even the clothes on her body did not have a few wrinkles, and the Empress Dowager Zhang quickly walked in.

Wang Yi led people forward to salute.

Several imperial doctors who were surrounding Zhao Rui and Empress Yang also stepped forward.

Empress Dowager Zhang pursed her thin lips, only said, "All the Qing family is exempt", and went straight to the edge of the bed.

She sat down on Zhao Rui's couch first, reached out to touch her son's hand, and then probed his face, and then turned her head to a few imperial doctors and asked, "Your Majesty, is there a big problem with the dragon body?" ”

Her voice was very steady, and there was no expression on her face, but it inexplicably made people feel that there was a bit of fierceness in it.

The imperial doctors hurriedly stepped forward, you said, I told Zhao Rui's situation in one word.

“…… It is enough to take care of the day, and you can't be hyperactive, frightened, overjoyed, or angry......"

Empress Dowager Zhang heard that her son was fine, so she had time to pay attention to the others, turned her head to look, and saw Zhao Wei lying on the bed in disheveled clothes, without half a person around, and saw Empress Yang sitting on the chair on the side, there were still a few yellow doors and palace maids guarding, and she already felt that it was wrong in her heart, and asked again: "How is Your Highness's health?" ”

Again: "Is the queen in the way?" ”

Several imperial doctors glanced at each other, and one of them stepped forward and said, "Return to the Queen Mother, Your Highness...... ......"

Empress Dowager Zhang was stunned for a moment, stood up, but did not walk in front of Zhao Zhi, only looked at it from a few steps, and then turned her head to look at Empress Yang not far away.

The imperial doctor hurriedly said: "The queen mother is just suddenly frightened......"

The more he spoke, the quieter his voice became, and he hurriedly turned around and walked towards Empress Yang, helping to prick a needle to wake her up.

Several imperial physicians followed.

Empress Dowager Zhang lowered her face and turned her head to look at Cui Yongchen who was following her.

Cui Yongchen immediately shouted at a small yellow door opposite: "Go and get clothes for His Highness to change!" ”

He said to another person: "Don't you wipe your highness quickly!" ”