Chapter Seventy-Six: Trembling
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"Hey, the little lord is so generous. Wu Jie stammered.
Wu Chuan glanced at him, and said with a lofty look: "In the future, you will also be in charge of this Linxian Palace, and you will take care of the two of you together." β
"What, what......" Wu Jie was stunned for a moment, then grinned excitedly and bowed to the ground, "Thank you, little master!"
He thought that if he did this, he would only be a celebrity next to the little lord at most, and he could be promoted from a fourth-class palace attendant to a third-class palace attendant, but he didn't expect that he would become a first-class palace attendant.
After all, he really didn't realize how difficult it was to assassinate an innocent minister.
"Alright, let's go down. Paying attention to the movement on the side of the Injuryless Palace, the palace wanted to see what the emperor's expression would be. Wu Chuan covered his mouth and smiled.
"Okay. Wu Jie happily received the order and retreated. His usually timid appearance also disappeared the moment he went out.
I saw him holding his head high, walking with his chin tilted in front of every palace attendant, majestic.
Flashy looked at him and didn't speak.
He stopped beside the flash, did not hide the disgust in his eyes, and snorted softly in his nose.
Du Ai, the second-class palace attendant beside Fuhua, immediately pointed at his nose and shouted: "Bold! You little fourth-class palace attendant still don't salute when he sees the lord in charge!"
"Smack!"
The clear slap attracted all the palace attendants present. Everyone stopped sweeping or wiping in their hands and looked at the vanity.
I saw Du Ai covering his fiery left cheek, looking at Wu Jie in shock and anger.
"You're bold!"
"Smack!"
"Enough!"
Vanity finally couldn't bear Wu Jie's rampant act of slapping Du Ai again, and shouted.
Wu Jie was not afraid, glanced at the palace attendants who were about to watch a good show, and snorted coldly at the vanity, "What's the matter? I'm in charge of it--it's not good to discipline and discipline this unruly and unruly inferior palace attendant?"
"What did you say?" Flashy finally showed a little surprise.
Wu Jie smiled with satisfaction, "I said, I'm also in charge now." The head of the Immortal Palace! I'm on an equal footing with you, what's the matter?"
"This can't be!" Duai immediately screamed.
"If you don't believe it, you can ask the little master!" Wu Jie coldly and arrogantly swept all the people present, and they were all a little frightened - really fake?
However, just when everyone was still immersed in doubt and shock, a clever fourth-class palace attendant lost the broom in his hand, unexpectedly jumped out and knelt in front of Wu Jie, bowed down, and shouted: "Meet the master." β
Wu Jie was obviously stunned for a moment, but then he reacted and was a little fluttering. He tilted his chin and pretended to be casual, "Well, it's a bit clever." What's your name?"
In the palace, because they were afraid that the palace attendants would form a party for personal gain, most of the palace attendants assigned to the concubines in the palace had never met each other and did not know each other. That's why Wu Jie asked this question.
The palace attendant looked up at Wu Jie's snort, and said with a flattering smile: "My name is Minlong." β
"Minlong ......" Wu Jie nodded, chewing on the name repeatedly in his mouth, secretly checking what the reaction to the glitz and glamour without saying a word was.
But to his disappointment, Fuhua didn't say anything to him at all, just said "congratulations" and continued to work with the other palace attendants.
He looked angrily at the flashy back, eager to pounce on him and bite him. But he held back. After all, he has no popular support in this palace, and there are still things explained by the little master, so he doesn't dare to delay.
"Hmph, sooner or later, you'll be on your knees and begging me. Muttered, he was leaving.
Who knew that before he could move, he felt something pull him, he looked down, and then remembered this palace attendant named Minlong.
"Where are you going, my lord?" asked Minlong excitedly.
Wu Jie pouted, "What's your business?" Get up. β
With that, he kicked Minlong away and walked out.
He had just taken two steps when he suddenly stopped. Turning to look at Minlong, who was dejected and ready to continue to go back to sweep the floor, he stopped him, "Minlong!"
As soon as Min Long heard Wu Jie call him, he immediately rushed over and knelt down, "What do you command?" β
Wu Jie took a step back flattered, then coughed and said, "I don't have any orders." You don't have to do any of this work from today onwards. You're going to be my assistant. β
"Auxiliary?" Minlong was so excited that he almost didn't lie on the ground. The assistant is a second-class palace attendant!
"yes. The little master also specially explained some things to me, and I will deal with them now. You can go to my room and clean up first. Wu Jie swept the faces of the other palace attendants, "Let these people work slowly." β
Minlong nodded desperately, "Okay, good!"
Wu Jie felt that his vanity was bursting all of a sudden, and he turned around and left the Linxian Palace with satisfaction.
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The bell rang for a long time, and the emperor got up and left almost without hesitation.
Biyuan was stunned for a moment, but immediately shouted "retreat from the dynasty" quickly, so as not to think about it too much.
After the hundred officials retreated, the yuan ran out of the side door.
A bunch of palace attendants followed after the coin.
But where did the emperor go?
Yuan Yuan was tired of running, his hands supported his waist and panting, looking at the empty surroundings, panting and saying to the palace attendants behind him: "Look for the emperor separately, but don't alarm the people of the other palaces." When someone asks, you say I've lost a sign. β
These palace attendants who follow the currency yuan are all carefully skilled, and they are naturally very colorful, and they know the importance of things. After receiving the order, they went separately to find the emperor without delay.
Bi Yuan looked at the road in all directions, and he was a little confused--what could the emperor do in such a hurry? What did the prime minister tell him?
The coin dollar just stood there, thinking.
Suddenly, he thought of the madness.
He patted his head, "Eh, I actually forgot to hurt the adult! If there is any urgent state matter, the emperor will definitely find the person he trusts the most first!"
Thinking so, he immediately ran towards the Harmless Palace.
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"Hurt child!
As soon as the emperor entered the harmless palace, he shouted anxiously. His heart was almost bleeding.
"Emperor, Emperor!"
As soon as Pei Du saw the emperor, the tears that had stopped flowed down instantly.
When the emperor saw Pei Du's expression, his heart became even more panicked, and he asked anxiously, "Where is your husband?"
"Why didn't you come last night...... If you come, he won't ...... sir," Pei Du cried and complained. But can the emperor be blamed entirely for this? What qualifications do you have to say that the emperor doesn't want to live?
But when the emperor heard this, he was heartbroken again, and he choked up and asked, "What about others?"
Pei Du couldn't cry, and pointed to the side room and couldn't speak.
The emperor took a breath and hurriedly pushed open the door of the wing, and the purple gauze tent covering the bed was instantly lifted by the wind overflowing from the door, and he saw that the wounded maniac in it closed his eyes, as if he was asleep, lying quietly.
The Emperor stood stiffly by the door, feeling only that his legs weighed a thousand pounds.
Is that a dead man? Is he a lonely wound?
He smiled at Gu so vividly the day before yesterday and asked Gu, "Are you happy......?"
The emperor stumbled to the bed.
Pei Du knelt at the door, covering his mouth and crying bitterly. He didn't expect this reunion with the madness to be so short. I really shouldn't have let him sit there alone last night......
"Wounded child......" the emperor called softly.
He knelt on the edge of the bed and slowly reached out his hand, wanting to touch his mad face, but he hung it in the air in fear.
He's worried -- he's worried that it's true. He couldn't believe it!
"Wounded. He called out again, pulling out a smile that was uglier than crying, "No kidding. Lonely is coming. Last night was Lonely, and Lone should have come to see you......"
β......β
He was answered by a burst of silence.
The sound of the wind ringing in his ears, and his fingertips finally touched the cheeks of the madmanβhow cold was that! Not even a person like himself, who was almost cold, could not feel the slightest warmth on the body of the madman, let alone anyone else?
Is he really dead?
The Emperor hurriedly pressed his entire palm to his frenzied face, and then his neck, and then his handsβall the same cold.
He's really dead!
The emperor's body was weak, and he was slumped on the edge of the bed, his hand still resting on the palm of his madness.
It didn't matter, but his keen sense of touch found that the madman's hand trembled slightly.
That's a very light thing. If it hadn't been so naturally placed on top of his palm and held it, he would not have been able to detect the subtle tremor.
The emperor's first reaction was that the madness was not dead yet!
But all signs of life are gone, what is the situation?
The emperor once again felt for the wounded madness, but it was still the same lifeless.
"Pei Du!" the emperor shouted without replying.
Pei Du hurriedly knelt in crying, "What's the matter, Emperor...... Sir, he's gone, but you have to take care of the dragon. β
"Don't talk nonsense, tell Lone. When did you find out about your husband? Did you die at the time? Tell Lone what happened. β
Looking at the emperor's serious expression, Pei Du thought that he was overly sad, sighed, and replied according to his words: "Yes." You didn't come last night, but Mr. sat alone on the rockery for almost an hour. I tried to persuade him to come down, but he persuaded him to go back and rest.
I thought that my husband needed to be alone at that time, so I left. When I woke up this morning, I saw that the door of his room was closed, and I thought he had come back late last night, so I overslept. I didn't call it.
But I watched that the morning dynasty had begun for a while, and before the gentleman had moved, he pushed the door in to see if he had a cold.
But as soon as I came in, my husband was not in the house at all--that is, he didn't return all night! I was so frightened that I immediately thought of the rockery. When I arrived there with the palace attendants, I saw that the gentleman's body was stiff and purple, and he had long since lost his breath.
We don't know who to notify, after all, you're on the morning pilgrimage. So I asked someone to report it to the Prime Minister's Mansion and let the Prime Minister solve this matter. β
As soon as he heard Pei Du say that he was the prime minister, the emperor remembered Ge Xuan and asked, "What about the prime minister?"