Chapter 267 Boiling Night 3

Yinshi, Fu Wangfu.

The main hall of King Fu's Mansion has been burned to rubble, and wisps of green smoke are rising from the ruins, mixed with the smell of human flesh.

Tian Qingyuan, who was extremely arrogant outside the main hall just now, knelt tremblingly in the room in the backyard. The roar of King Fu, who had just woken up, came from the big bed.

On the left side of his white face were three or four huge rhubarb blisters, the largest of which was on his left eyelid. The burns of the hot soup started from the back and extended to the waist and thighs. It's not good to sit, it's not okay to lie down, and it's even more painful to stand up.

As soon as he raised his hand, the herbs held by the maid were lifted away, and then the unlucky maid was directly dragged to the door and killed. Only the cries of the maid and the sound of sticks hitting the flesh could make the irascible Fu Wang quiet for a little while.

The doctor in the house took out a few big holes in the rattan bed, and let King Fu lie down face down, and countless cold and analgesic medicinal materials were piled up as if they didn't need money, which could be regarded as allowing the anxious and painful King Fu to settle down a little.

"Tian Qingyuan, you don't have to kneel there! You go to the capital to find the emperor, you tell him! I'm at odds with him! Irreconcilable! ”

King Fu decided that behind this suddenly violent cook was His Majesty the Emperor in Jingshi.

After saying this, King Fu struggled again to turn over and stand up, but accidentally broke the blisters on his face again. After a huge passage, King Fu seemed to feel that he was dead and alive.

"Tian Qingyuan, what are you still kneeling there for! You old minion won't listen to me anymore? Go and tell the Emperor that I will let him taste this too!" ”

Hearing this kind of words, what else could Tian Qingyuan say, at this time, he could only kneel there.

For a eunuch who grew up in the palace and the palace, this is the situation he is most afraid of encountering, a king who is tormented by illness is the most terrifying thing in the world.

He has seen too many dying princes and emperors, and at the last moment of their lives, what kind of ridiculous things they did.

Just like the current Fu Wang. They do not grit their teeth to resist their physical discomfort like ordinary people, but use more brutal practices to eliminate their pain, or use fear to strengthen their dominance.

From last night to now, more than a dozen maids have been killed in front of the door.

"Whew...... Whew......"

"Ah......h

King Fu lost his strength and lay down again.

At this moment, the tyrannical Fu King left, and a squeamish Fu King came back and began to cry out again.

"Zeng Wen Festival, Zeng Wen Festival. Quickly change my dressing, if this king hurts again, you don't want to do it again. ”

Zeng Wenjie, the imperial physician of the Fuwang Mansion, actually had very limited means. There was no way, Zeng Wenjie, who came over, glanced at Tian Qingyuan and personally brought a bowl of herbal soup.

"I'm going to finish drinking this bowl of medicine, if it's still painful, Zeng Wenjie, you will kill yourself."

After speaking, he raised his neck and drank it all, and then lay there and fell asleep in the lake.

Zeng Wenjie ran over and helped Tian Qingyuan up.

"Don't stop this medicine, you estimate that King Fu is about to wake up, so continue to pour another bowl. Otherwise, according to the prince's current mood, it is estimated that there is not a single living person in the house. Tian Qingyuan patted the floating soil on his body.

"And then can you wrap all the wounds?"

"This is the first thing to do is to deal with the blisters." Zeng Wenjie replied.

"Then deal with it!"

Zeng Wen wanted to say it again and again, and Tian Qingyuan waved his hand.

"I need a little time to deal with things, and when King Fu wakes up, I can't do anything. When the prince comes back, I will enter the palace to accompany King Fu, you can rest assured. ”

Zeng Wenjie arched his hand, let the medicine boy beside him take out the crane-beak spoon, reluctantly broke King Fu's mouth, and poured a few spoonfuls of darker and more unpleasant-smelling Chinese medicine into it. Then he began to use a silver needle to carefully pick open the large blisters on King Fu's face, and dipped gauze into the blood and pus.

Tian Qingyuan glanced at King Fu, who was still humming and chirping even though he was already unconscious, and made up his mind.

He changed into a military uniform, turned around and walked into the festival hall of King Fu's mansion.

In the festival hall, the five generals have gathered together, including An Xun.

"All the girls in the house have been settled?"

"Right! Seventy-one female scrolls in the house have been concentrated in accordance with the East Courtyard of the Prince. ”

"Has General Feng's 3,000 garrison gotten up, where is it now?"

"I don't know, the city gate is closed, and the people we sent shouldn't be able to enter."

"Eight hundred soldiers in the palace are wearing armor." Tian Qingyuan calmly ordered.

"This ......" replied to a short man.

"Peng!" The teacup in Tian Qingyuan's hand fell directly to the ground. More than a dozen armor soldiers poured out from both sides of the festival hall at once, and directly surrounded the short man with the spear in his hand.

"Grandpa Tian, what does this mean?"

"What do you mean? Fuwang's Mansion can't keep people like you. ”

"What did I, Wang Qiyuan, do to be sorry for the Fu Wangfu, and ask your father-in-law Tian to treat me like this."

"What did you not know?" After speaking, Tian Qingyuan didn't seem to want to talk nonsense, just waved his hand. A dozen spears were loosened directly forward, and with a few pops, the short man was pierced and bleeding all over, and he was paralyzed in the middle.

"Put this mongrel who eats inside and outside, and also takes the initiative to report to outsiders, stands in front of the Fuwang Mansion." Tian Qingyuan knew that now was actually the most precarious moment in Fuwangfu's mansion. At this moment, the spies who could still tolerate the various factions must first be cleared up.

"Eight hundred soldiers in armor! The four of you, two hundred men each. ”

"An Xun, you are responsible for the safety of King Fu's current hall, but anyone who dares to rush against King Fu without my order will be killed!"

"Whoa!" An Xun arched his hand and took his brand from Tian Qingyuan.

"Cheng Yinchun, Huo Mingfei, you lead four hundred people directly to the West Gate. The prince should have returned from the West Gate, and the garrison should have been stationed at the West Gate. You have everything to discuss, if the prince and General Feng can enter the city, if it is useless to show the signboard of the Fuwang Mansion, you are responsible for occupying the West Gate. ”

"Whoa!" The two of them listened and went out.

"Gao Yanwen, you lead the remaining two hundred people and follow me!"

Mao, the west gate of Luoyang City.

"Luoyang Mansion has an order! The gates are open an hour late today! ”

Xiang Yuanlin, the city gate official, still doesn't know what happened. First of all, the four carriages of the prefect's housekeeper ate people and served people, but he still went to open half of the city gate and let it out.

The housekeeper Wang Gui didn't know what was going on, so he threw a silver ingot and left in a hurry.

Then there were the Fu Wangfu, the prefect's yamen, and the political envoys' yamen, each of whom held 100,000 urgent documents and all kinds of edicts, warrants, and tokens. Xiang Yuanlin felt that he didn't have to sleep, this was even more lively than during the day.

Next came the carriages and rolls of some large households, seventy or eighty carriages and dozens of horses directly blocked the passage of the urn city in front of the city gate, and each family sent thick silver tickets and gold to the garrison of the city gate. There are always people in this world who are more well-informed than you.

But Xiang Yuanlin knows what money can be collected and what money cannot be collected. At this time, this kind of money is absolutely uncollectible. The key is that he knows that the people who run out now must have a good relationship with the officials in his yamen.

"Ladies and gentlemen...... Everybody...... There is an order from the yamen to open the city gate for an hour tonight, and everyone should be restless. ”

"Who is the city gate official, I am the prince of King Fu, and now I need to enter the city in an emergency."

He was appeasing the families of the rich and the officials gathered at the gate of the city, but who knew that someone outside the city wall began to shout again.

"It's the prince of King Fu." He recognized it at a glance, Shizi is a celebrity in Luoyang, and no one can't recognize it.

"Wait a minute, I'll throw the hanging basket down."

"You don't have a fucking nonsense, you didn't see so many horses with the son? How do these horses make hanging baskets, open city gates. ”

No one communicated with Bian Shiling, but he understood that now was the time to muddy the waters. So he lit the fire for the son of the world on the side.

"It's strange again, son. Big guy get ready! ”

The prince has not been idle in the racecourse these days, Qin Junying has brought him more than 700 horses, trained more than 100 riders, plus the prince's own guards, and now the prince has more than 500 people on hand.

Whoa......

As soon as he saw this situation under the city wall, Xiang Yuanlin's legs and stomach were weak. "I've offended the immortals along the way."

"Go, go, hurry up and report to the prefect." While supporting the small soldiers, he climbed to the top of the city wall and explained to the prince with a smile.

"Today's ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw rows of torch-wielding soldiers appear on the distant horizon.

"I don't know if it's friend or foe, or the team of the imperial court, be careful." The Bianshi Mausoleum continues to arch the fire.

"You open the door, and all the blame will be borne by the son of the world."

"Alright, let's go! Let's go! "Xiang Yuanlin also gave up completely, whatever, anyway, when the time comes, it will be good to push it on a few underground soldiers.

As soon as the gate creaked and was pushed a few people wide, people inside and outside the city began to rush forward, and the carriage convoy and the Shizi's cavalry all collided together.

"All back!"

As soon as Bian Shiling saw this situation and the scholars on horseback, who were already a little flustered, he hurriedly stood up and presided over the overall situation.

"Big guy draws a knife!"

"Get out of the way! Back off! "Bian Shiling took the lead and took the lead in opening the way for the prince in front.

For a while, the sound of slashing, the cries of women and children, the neighing of horses, mixed with the rising sun, Luoyang City ushered in its own new day.