"Ann............ Quiet...... Ling Jue ............ "The emperor spit out a few words with difficulty.

"Now you know that my name is An Lingdu? Didn't you have a lot of fun screaming before? An Ling stared at him fiercely. Remember, I'll let you be buried with my mother. ”

The emperor's eyes were full of horror.

An Ling decided to take the medicine bowl in Meng Dejiang's hand, "Do you know what this is?" An Lingju suddenly stared at him and laughed. This made the emperor very afraid.

"Don't know?" An Ling raised an eyebrow on one side. "No, I think you should know what it is." He smiled, like a warm spring breeze but cold and biting. "That's what kills you."

The emperor looked at him incredulously. As if to say how dare you do this? Immediately, she looked at Meng Dejiang who was standing next to her. Meng Dejiang didn't make any moves.

"The emperor doesn't have to look at it. You see, no matter how many eyes he has, it's useless. Because he is my man. An Ling laughed.

"Incredible, right? Don't think it's incredible, there's more you didn't expect. Do you think those people in the court are your henchmen? No, those are my disciples. ”

"You're going to ............ Do? Are you really ............ I'm really going to kill you............ Father? The emperor said.

"Father? Do you also deserve the word? You're just a pig and a dog. An Ling was furious, randomly opened his mouth, and poured all the medicine in his hand.

The back of An Lingju's hand was scalded and soaked in the medicinal soup that splashed out. It is conceivable that the heat of this bowl of medicine. But this is the kind of medicine that was poured directly into the emperor's throat.

"Why don't you talk this time?" An Ling looked at him viciously.

"Don't look at me like that. Don't be afraid that this bowl of medicine won't kill you right away. In five or six hours. Experience the joy of being alive and alive as an emperor during this period. After five or six hours, you'll die violently. No one will find out the cause of death. An Lingju looked at him and smiled brightly.

"Your Majesty, don't worry. The old slave has already prepared your edict, and it will definitely appear in the right place at the right time when the time comes. Oh yes, forgot to tell you. The jade seal has also been printed. Meng Dejiang said on the side.

The emperor's eyes widened, and his expression was incredulous.

"The key is that you can't blame the old slave, who let the jade seal be in the hands of the Nine Emperor Princes?" Meng Dejiang continued to add fuel to the fire.

The emperor didn't come up in one breath and fell on the bed, his eyes were dead.

Seeing this, An Ling resolutely walked over, "Your Majesty, don't get excited, at least, don't you have five or six hours of emperor to do?" His eyes were full of sarcasm.

The entire palace was lit up this night. All the ministers were outside the Panlong Palace, either sincerely or falsely praying for the emperor. Seeing that the sky was about to dawn, I heard a miserable scream in the hall, "Father!" Then there was the man's suppressed sobbing, then the cry of the palace maids, and then an old voice, "Your Majesty! Death!"

Then the minister, who was kneeling outside the hall, began to cry.

In the forty-fifth year of Shengtian, on August 12, the emperor died, and he was nicknamed Emperor Wenhui.