In the hall, there were several imperial doctors who were worried and anxious, Zhang Fu didn't leave Qin Heng for half a step, he served on the side, called the two princes to come, and didn't let people in, just waiting outside the store.

King An Bining glanced at each other after listening to the summons from the front of the palace, and almost at the same time took the front foot, all the way to the warm pavilion side by side, in order, it seemed to be calm, but anyone who looked at it felt that the atmosphere between the two was not right.

King An smiled as if he had no intention, and raised his eyebrows to look at the person beside him: "Third brother, are you sure?"

What is this asking about? King Ning didn't know what to look like in his heart. If you change someone else, you must have a sloppy fight with him and pretend not to know, King Ning disdains this kind of behavior the most.

"If it's compared to you, it's really certain." How much coldness was contained in King Ning's chuckle, and the sharp edge was already evident in his words.

King An was also annoyed when he heard this, turned his back and looked away from his eyes, focusing on the movement in the hall.

It is said that these two people are not people who sit still, as early as when Zhang Fu passed on the two of them to come to the palace, they each greeted the lower side, and the Chinese military officials will not be leaderless.

Jiang Yan had already sent out a piece of approval, ordering immediate martial law in Beijing, and the seal of the prime minister was directly used on that batch of documents, and now the saint is seriously ill and dying, and only Zhang Fu can act, and no one dares to disobey this batch of documents.

Xue Ji came out of the hall and stood on the stairs outside the Zichen Palace, looking at the clouds in the distance surging with the wind, and his heart was full of waves. King Ning glanced at him as he left, and that glance contained too much, better than the horn on the battlefield. Looking at the current imperial court, it seems that a big war is about to break out, except for those who have already recognized the master's position, the rest of the officials seem to have nothing to do with themselves, and I am afraid that they are ready to watch the play in their hearts indifferently.

The people in Shangshu Province were panicked, and the two officials were sitting in front of their own seats, and their tables were not far apart, but there seemed to be a chasm in these three inches.

As soon as Xue Ji saw Rong Che get up, he stood up, he didn't want to give up an inch, his eyes were fixed on this person, and he seemed to be smiling on his face: "What's the matter, my lord? Would you like to take a look at the excerpts delivered by Jiangnan yesterday?"

Rong Che was already depressed in his heart, his fists clenched, and he almost gritted his teeth and turned his head and said, "Since Lord Xue has nothing to do, this matter will be handed over to Lord Xue, this official has his own plans, you don't need to worry too much."

Xue Ji had no intention of backing down, he stepped forward a few steps to block the way, and said with a smile, "My lord wants to go to the household? Lord Chen can't pull away today...... Xia Guan has not been in Shangshu Province for a long time, where do you dare to approve it easily, it is better for you to see it yourself."

Rong Che was furious but couldn't refute it, so he could only stubbornly hold the shelf and reprimand coldly, "When did this official say that he was going to the household department? When did you start and where did the official go, and Lord Xue agreed? Get out of the way."

Since you can't stop it, it's time to do it.

Xue Ji didn't argue with him, and called outside: "Shangshu Province has a lot of affairs, Lord Rong will not be able to come out today."

"Xue Ji, you are so bold!" As soon as Rong Che saw a few people coming in from outside the door, all of them were calm and silent, so they blocked the door with the intention of imprisoning him here, and his face suddenly changed.

Xue Ji looked at him with a chuckle: "Your Excellency doesn't need to panic, maybe Your Majesty will wake up tomorrow?"

Rong Che pressed the table fiercely, hating to buckle a corner from above, and glared at the few people in front of him with horizontal eyebrows: "This is a rebellion! If the Holy Lord wakes up, from King Ning to the few of you, no one will be able to escape!"

"You don't have to worry about it."

Xue Ji said, took a step and crossed the threshold, then ordered someone to tie the door, and turned around and walked out of the outer gate of Shangshu Province.

Night to the third watch, in the Zichen Palace.

On the low table on one side of the dragon couch, there was half a bowl of soup and medicine, separated by a screen, outside was Zhang Fu talking softly with several imperial doctors, King Ning and King An waited for most of the day without waiting for news, and they had already returned to their respective homes.

At this time, Qin Heng on the couch opened his eyes, woke up slowly, sat up with his body propped up, leaned on the pillow, stretched out his hand from the futon, and knocked on the table on the side.

Zhang Fu hurriedly came in when he heard the sound, followed by several imperial doctors, all with worried faces. When Qin Heng saw it, he secretly laughed at it in his heart, these

People know how to work and rest, and they don't know what they are worried about.

"Sub...... Zidao."

When Zhang Fu heard this, he hurriedly stepped forward. "Your Majesty, you say."

Qin Heng opened his mouth and made a few muffled sounds from the depths of his throat, but the words in his stomach were stuck in his mouth but he couldn't say anything. The more anxious he became, the wider his eyes became, and his hands clutched the corners of the quilt tightly, as if he was going to use all his strength.

Zhang Fu was still anxious to hear what the person was saying, but the imperial doctor behind him had already seen the clue, and he didn't care about any dignity, so he hurriedly took two steps forward: "My lord, you stay aside, and Rong Weichen will check Your Majesty's pulse again."

Zhang Fu was stunned, seeing this situation, his heart was already more sad than hopeful, and after a little hesitation, he still got out of the way.

As soon as the imperial doctor stretched out his hand to check Qin Heng's pulse, his brows tightened, and he quickly took out the silver needles in the medicine box, his hands were extremely dexterous, and he applied three needles in a row according to the person's forearm, and the speed was almost invisible.

Zhang Fu saw that his three stitches fell, and then looked at the color of the saint, but there was still no improvement, and he was even more worried in his heart. "What the hell is Your Majesty?"

The imperial doctor had already slipped a few drops of fine sweat from the corners of his forehead, but he didn't bother to wipe it, and then turned his head and called out to the people below: "Ginseng soup."

The people below were also clever, and as soon as they heard the order, they immediately brought the ginseng soup simmering on the stove, and several people supported and waited for Qin Heng to drink it. said that he drank it, and a third of the decoction in the bowl trickled down the corner of Qin Heng's mouth and landed on the futon.

Zhang Fu's heart is getting heavier and heavier, and the Tai Doctor's set of ways is ...... Isn't it forcibly hanging?

Sure enough, as he expected, after tossing for a while and still not improving, the imperial doctor's gaze had gradually sunk.

"Your Excellency, let's get ready."

Zhang Fu sighed heavily, waved away several imperial doctors behind him, and said to the little eunuch on the side: "Go to King Ning, King An, Shangshu Ling Rong Che, Zhongshu Ling Jiang Yan...... Go quickly."

After that, he stayed in front of the dragon couch every step of the way, and his eyes unconsciously showed a little depression. I thought that it had only been six or seven years since Chu Qiu fell, and I thought that the saint was in the prime of life, and if he and the two monarchs and ministers were of the same heart, they would be able to rule thousands of miles of prosperity and prosperity, and the Haiyan River within the territory would be clear...... But now, before this good story has been spread, it has come to an end.

"Master, you will live forever." Zhang Fu knelt down in front of the couch, closed his eyes and endured the sourness in his heart, and kowtowed to the Son of Heaven on the couch.

At this time, there was silence in the hall, and the silence was infiltrating. Zhang Fu had already guessed that this day would come, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly. People say that once the Son of Heaven was a courtier, he was Qin Heng's minister, and he categorically could not stay in the court of the next Son of Heaven. He knelt on the ground and refused to raise his head for a long time, as if as long as he didn't raise his head, there would be no end to time and no end to Qin Heng's life.

Not far outside the Zichen Palace

The little eunuch who went down to give the order was detained before he could run a few steps, and now there were eyes everywhere inside and outside the palace, and when he saw this person hurrying out of the holy dormitory, as if he was going to run out of the palace, the staring person guessed everything.

However, in a quarter of an hour, King Ning drove a fast horse to break the silence of the night, passed through the streets and alleys of Chang'an City, and quickly arrived in front of the palace gate without slacking off for a moment.

"Open the door! I am Qin Xu, the king of Ning! Edict to enter the palace!"

The gatekeeper also understands what is going on, and what else can't he guess when he sees it? hurriedly opened the palace gate to make way out of the palace, and didn't care about the prohibition of riding horses and galloping in the palace, so he directly let people in.

When King Ning arrived in the palace, Zhang Fu had already gotten up, only to see that his eyes were empty, and he sat on the chair beside him, full of sadness.

What else is there not to know?

King Ning knelt down in front of the couch, kowtowed three times in a row, lowered his eyes, and said respectfully: "Son, knock to see your father, long live your father."

For a long time, there was still no response.

King Ning subconsciously looked at the seat where Zhang Fu was sitting, Zhang Fu chuckled lightly and glanced at him, that smile contained too much helplessness, as if the world was already bleak.

"The Holy One is dead."

King Ning was stunned, opened his mouth, and said for a long time, "Is there an edict?"