In the courtyard of the Wang family, the flowers and leaves are withering, like late autumn, and the surrounding scenery of several women's cries is becoming more and more desolate.

The guards carried Wang Yao, who was screaming in pain, to the inside, and the blood dripping from his lower body made it painful to look at.

Wang Yao walked two steps quickly, rolled up his sleeves, and reached out to test Wang Yao's temperature: "Doctor of the house, he is"

The doctor didn't dare to say much, but only promised a few words, "The old man will do his best", "The right minister will mourn", "It won't hurt his life", or simply sighed and was silent.

Seeing this, after seeing Wang Yao's serious injury, Wang San still didn't understand something.

He hammered his head and shouted: "Who is the person who has such a deep hatred and hatred with my Wang family, forcing people to such a situation!" ”

As soon as he cried, all the ghosts in the house cried wolves, and several old ladies and wives cried the loudest, along with Wang Yao's sixteen-room concubines.

Wang Yao's mother cried and said, "Who assassinated my son, he was so vicious. ”

Everyone agreed, and tears rained down.

And in the midst of the bitter weeping, another attendant entered. He whispered something in Wang San's ear, and when Wang San's face changed greatly, he faintly looked like he couldn't stand.

He mourned, his face lost all blood, and his spirit disappeared, replaced by a dull and decrepit state.

turned his head and looked at Wang Yao again, with only regret and disgust in his eyes. Suddenly, tears poured out, filling the furrows on his face, and he said painfully: "Rebellious ministers and thieves, destroy my Wang family, it's not a pity to die!" ”

When he had finished speaking, he took off his jade crown, and his white hair was scattered, and he took off his robe, and his shoes were removed, and he stood barefoot on the ground in the garden, and bowed to the ground.

Everyone was shocked, but no one dared to help him. Wang Xiang's eyes are clear, and there is no madness, so it is all sober to do so. But why? And what can make the king minister who is now under one person and above ten thousand people do such a thing.

Wang San did not explain. He knelt down barefoot in three steps, and he was about to go straight out of the house. No one dared to stop it, and no one dared to ask.

The crying stopped abruptly, and the palace fell into an eerie silence.

On the streets, there is never a shortage of people watching the excitement. The appearance of the king who exudes bare feet has become the focus of attention of all spectators, and some people even follow and point, or say that he is crazy, or that he is possessed by a ghost.

Wang San ignored it, just pretended not to hear, and still knelt down in three steps and headed towards the palace. The tears on his cheeks had dried up, but the blood on his forehead was terrible, running down the wrinkles of his forehead, like weathered red stones in the middle of a dry desert.

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When Zhao Xiangling woke up, the window paper had turned gray, and there was still the last ray of light from the sun outside.

She turned her head and saw Li Ruiqing'an sitting quietly beside her, doing nothing, just sitting upright and waiting for her to wake up.

In the twilight, what Zhao Xiangling saw was his deep eyes, without any light.

She sat up jerkily and reached out to wrap her arms around him. Li Ruiqing also stretched out his hand and gently rested her head on his shoulder.

"Your Majesty." He said.

Zhao Xiangling did not speak. She needed to figure out where to start.

Li Ruiqing gently stroked her hair and said softly: "If there is anything you want to eat, I'll do it." ”

Eat? Zhao Xiangling was reminded by him like this, raised his head and smiled: "Yes, I want to eat"

Thinking about it, Zhao Xiangling didn't know what he wanted to eat, so he said dejectedly: "Porridge." ”

The smile and frustration she put away meant another thing in Li Ruiqing's eyes. He turned his head, wiped the pain in his eyes, and said firmly, "Okay." ”

After that, I got up and was about to go out.

However, the sad look on his face did not dissipate, and it was clearly imprinted in Zhao Xiangling's eyes, making her frown.

So, what's wrong with him? Didn't you come back? What does His Majesty's face mean when this face is dead?

Before she could think about it, the noise outside attracted her idea, and it seemed that someone from the palace was running and being stopped.

"What's the sound out there?" Zhao Xiangling asked.

Li Ruiqing replied: "Unrelated people and things. ”

"Not relevant?" Zhao Xiangling chuckled, "Is it irrelevant or don't you want to care?" ”

As he spoke, he was about to get up when he turned over the quilt: "I'll see"

Before he got up, the wound on his leg was torn, revealing a little red, Zhao Xiangling bit his lip and hissed in pain, and the original Zuo Xiang, who was going out, turned back halfway and sighed: "That's it, you lie down first." ”

Zhao Xiangling was gently stuffed back into the quilt. Blinking and blinking at Li Ruiqing, who was still not very happy.

Li Ruiqing always felt that she was unusually well-behaved today, sighed again, turned his head and said, "Spread the king's right appearance." ”

Someone outside received an order and turned around and walked out.

Zhao Xiangling squinted: "Ruiqing, you can't learn to speak." ”

Li Ruiqing did not answer. He put down the tent, as if he didn't want Zhao Xiangling to take care of this matter: "Your Majesty, rest assured, I won't let this matter pass so easily." ”

I'm not going to make this an easy one. Zhao Xiangling blinked again, but did not move.

Turning his head sideways, Zhao Xiangling looked at the back of the person behind the curtain, covered the quilt and laughed twice. Okay, okay, give him a chance to perform, and see what he plans to do to avenge himself.

Although I think it's actually more profitable to do it yourself, it feels good to have someone to support you, well, it's very good.

Squinting, Zhao Xiangling rubbed the pillow.

Within half an hour, Wang San, who was only wearing a single coat, walked in. He was covered in dust, and his forehead was stained with brown clotted blood.

Seeing Li Ruiqing, he was stunned at first, and then said, "Zuo Xiang, why are you here?" ”

"Since the right minister is here, why can't I." Li Rui pulled over the chair lightly and familiarly and sat in front of Wang San.

He raised his eyes and looked quietly at the elderly prime minister, indifferent to his embarrassment.

"I want to see Your Majesty." Right Xiangdao. Through the heavy curtains, he could vaguely see a person lying inside.

"Your Majesty is unwell, the right minister has something to say here." Li Ruiqing said.

The right minister frowned, and had to kowtow: "Your Majesty, the minister has no way to make Wang Yao commit this big crime, and the minister is willing to abandon the position of the right minister and return the family to the countryside, as for the sinner Wang Yao, it will be handed over to Your Majesty." ”

There was no sound in the curtain.

The right minister still wanted to speak, but Li Ruiqing answered: "Needless to say, Your Majesty has not woken up." ”

In the curtain, Zhao Xiangling blinked and woke up, but what if Ruiqing didn't want me to speak?

Then pretend to be asleep!

"Your Majesty," Wang San knew the virtue of his grandson, and he didn't feel cold sweat.

Li Ruiqing raised his eyes and said coldly: "What does the right minister want to happen?" ”

There was a sound on the ground, like a piece of cold jade, cold to the bone.

"Don't dare." The right minister hung his head and said. He stepped barefoot on the cold bluestone, and he didn't feel the chill spreading from the soles of his feet, and he shivered from the cold.

It's clearly hot, but it's like an ice cellar.

Then he suddenly reacted, this was not the tone in which he spoke to Li Ruiqing.

Li Ruiqing is a junior, he is guilty of His Majesty, what does it have to do with him Li Che?

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