In the imperial city, rumors spread and people were panicked.

"No wonder Princess Ning'an will return to Beijing at this juncture, it turns out that she rushed back after learning the news that the emperor is seriously ill."

"The emperor is sick, what can I do?"

"Don't panic, don't panic, General Mu has already gone to find a miracle doctor, the emperor will be fine, he will be fine."

……

In this way, the capital is completely chaotic.

At night, the Royal Palace, the Health Palace.

Qi Miaotang lay weakly on the dragon bed, his brows were tight due to pain, and he had more air out and less air in.

There was a man standing beside the bed, probing his pulse, the corners of his mouth curled up in a wanton arc, and whispered in his ear.

"Heh, Qi Miaotang, your Qi family's rivers and mountains will be mine sooner or later!"

The moon shadow flickered, and the figure beside the bed quietly left, not realizing that there was still a person standing quietly behind the screen.

Feng Qinglan walked out and fed Qi Miaotang a pill, and after a while, the person on the bed slowly opened his eyes, his eyes full of pain.

"Looks like Uncle Qi knows who that man is."

Before going to bed, Feng Qinglan asked Qi Miaotang to take a serious illness pill, a poison that can make people look like a seriously ill person in terms of face and pulse, but it is not harmful to the body.

"Well, but I never doubted that it would be him, them."

He lay flat on the couch, raised his hand to support his forehead, and suddenly sat up in shock, his face frightened.

"Luo'er, my Luo'er is still in the West House!"

"Xijia, then please rest assured Uncle Qi, the princess will not be in danger for the time being, and they will send people back tomorrow."

Feng Qinglan raised his jaw thoughtfully, and then summoned the fog soul.

"You sneak into Xifu first, pay attention to their movements and the safety of the princess, don't be alarmed until you have to, just wait for them to attack the city tomorrow."

"Yes!"

When the fog soul left, Qi Miaotang was still in a trance, looking at the little girl who flickered under the candlelight.

"You...... Know it's the West Family? When? ”

"Doubted, um... Probably from the first time we met. She found herself a stool and sat down, intending to talk to him.

This night, Qi Miaotang couldn't sleep.

"Why?"

They met for the first time...... Yes, Nanyue Jialin Pass!

Qi Miaotang was shocked, and he couldn't believe it.

At that time, how much did she already know about Northern Qi? This little girl is really ......

"Well, it's at the Jialin Pass. Because Uncle Qi said at that time, you didn't order them to attack the border of Nanyue, and when Uncle Qi came back after withdrawing from the army, didn't you find out who was so bold as to dare to instruct them to raise troops to invade Nanyue? ”

Qi Miaotang nodded, "Later, it was disrupted by the affairs of the Beihai rebels, and their invasion of Nanyue was delayed. ”

"Does Uncle Qi still think that the rebellion of the rebels in the North Sea is a coincidence?"

"Isn't it a coincidence?" His eyebrows were pounding and he was in pain.

Feng Qinglan shook his head, "It doesn't seem to be the case now." ”

"When the North Sea rebels were besieged, I went to the ships they used to flee, and there were no weapons stored on them. Although the fishing village was burned down, I asked General Mu, and after they put out the fire, they didn't find weapons or anything like that, only some grain and grass. ”

"Of course, it is impossible for a weapon to melt in a flame of that temperature."

So there is only one answer, those rebels are just a move to disrupt the line of sight, not the real rebels.

Qi Miaotang was silent, and Feng Qinglan continued to tell him his speculation, and the more he listened, the heavier and colder his heart became.

"The reason why I am suspicious of the West family is only because of the military talisman. Those who can mobilize troops to attack Jialin Pass without your consent, and who can still order the Beihai Yuan defenders, can only be done by those who hold the power of the army. ”

"But before tonight, it was all my speculation, and there was no evidence, so I never reminded Uncle Qi of these things. After all, I didn't have to worry about these things before. ”

And the Xi family has been loyal to the Qi clan for many years, and they also married the only princess of the Northern Qi Dynasty today, and they love each other without doubt, they are role models, how can they be suspicious?

No one could have imagined it.

But if the person who came to find out whether Qi Miaotang was seriously ill tonight was not Xifuma, then they really had to wait until tomorrow's soldiers and horses to attack.

But tonight can only be investigated by the western horse, if accidentally discovered by the guards and forbidden troops, it can be said that he is busy guarding the traitors during the day, and can only come to visit his father's body when he is resting at night.

This set of statements may be doubted by others, but the three filial piety horses who have always had a good reputation are not necessarily.

There was an eerie silence in the hall, Feng Qinglan got up and left, leaving Qi Miaotang alone to be quiet.

This night was exceptionally cold.

……

The next day, the sky was flushed with a touch of red, reflected on the earth, particularly vivid.

The streets of the Imperial City were deserted and eerily quiet. As if knowing that danger was coming, no one dared to show their heads, so they hid at home to hide.

However, no, it was just that Feng Qinglan asked Ling Pai to arrange for his secret guards to go door to door and release smoke to the people, so that they could sleep for three days and three nights, so as not to be affected by the disaster and become innocent and pitiful.

They are innocent.

What is wrong with the people? They just want to live in peace for the rest of their lives.

But if there is no more war and strife, it will never be possible.

"W-what's going on?"

And the only thing that was not drugged was the mansions of the various courtiers. Seeing the situation on the street, the courtiers who were dressed and ready to go out to visit the emperor's illness were all panicked, and they all went to the palace with different expressions.

Those who have ghosts in their hearts and those who don't have ghosts can see it at a glance.

Feng Qinglan stood on the palace wall, quietly looking at the ministers waiting for summons outside the palace gate.

Whose heart is tied to the emperor's serious illness, whose heart is tied to the weird and empty street, it is obvious.

"Knock-knock-knock!"

The brass drum of the Imperial City Tower was beaten, and the sound resounded in the extremely quiet streets and alleys, becoming extremely clear.

"Attacked?! Someone really wants to rebel! ”

For a while, the ministers in the square outside the palace were consciously divided into two groups, one loyal and one traitorous, and they did not recruit themselves, almost no different from Feng Qinglan's guess.

"Traitor! What have you done to the people of the capital! The loyal ministers blew their beards angrily and glared.

"Hahaha! Nothing was done, but this country will soon be replaced! The traitors laughed arrogantly, unaware of any problems.

When people disappeared on the streets, they thought it was the mastermind. Because they all know that the current monarch is most concerned about the people of Li, if he threatens the lives of the people of a city, can he not be forced to be honest?

It is impossible for Qi Miaotang to disregard the lives of tens of millions of people for that position! He is such a person, no matter when, what identity.

If she didn't listen to their quarrels, they had nothing to do with Feng Qinglan, she just stood there quietly, silently listening to the movements outside the kilometer city.

Step-step-step

The sound of neat and powerful footsteps approached.

On the city wall, Ling Xuan and Ling Xuan stood on the left and right, holding a white jade bottle containing a blood-colored liquid in their hands, the body of which was reflected by the light red morning sun, like clear amber.

"Good show, it's over."

Mao Dun Literature