Tang Siru relied on years of experience in watching fantasy TV series to outline the form of Kun - imaginary outline, without using a pen.

At this time, Tang Siru was deeply troubled by the lack of a pencil, if there was a pencil to outline, it would be better to erase it after he finished drawing. But now Tang Siru can only rely on experience to imagine a rough form on paper, and then fill it with seawater.

In this way, there is a faint outline of a big fish in the sea, the waves break, the big fish rushes out of the sea, turns into a bird in the air, spreads its wings and flies.

Because the speed is too fast, there is a faint phantom of Kun in the seawater, and Peng in the air has gone straight up without hesitation.

The moment Tang Siru stopped writing, all the famous artists gathered around and looked at this painting with fantasy colors. You must know that the ancients' imagination of fairies and myths all came from the earthly world, and such a painting with a sense of picture and visual conflict is no less than letting them watch a movie on the spot.

Several old painters were already dumbfounded, "whimsical ideas, thousands of ......"

Fu Yao was also quite moved, he gently pinched the corner of the blank, and praised clearly, "Enter the water and turn into a kun, spread your wings for Peng." Kun floats in the sea, far surpassing the giant whale, fluttering its wings and swaying thousands of miles. Miss Tang Er's painting is like an immersive scene, only to feel that the water vapor is majestic, the waves and the wind, and the hurricane rolled up by Peng are all in the ears. ”

Fan Jingqiao was also stunned, and then she tore up her mediocre paintings and left the scene angrily with her maid.

She fled in such a hurry after being defeated, which was in contrast to Tang Siru's indifference just now, and everyone's impression of the Fan family was getting worse and worse.

Fu Yao looked at Tang Siru's paintings, as if he was in a trance.

"Childe!" A call suddenly woke Fu Yao up.

Fu Yao's little servant Yun Song ran up panting, and said to Fu Yao: "Childe...... It seems that someone has come to the palace, saying that His Majesty has summoned you to the palace! ”

Fu Yao's expression froze, and he hurriedly said goodbye to everyone and rushed to the palace.

In vain, Tang Siru was surrounded upstairs by a group of elderly fanatical fans.

When Fu Yao rushed to the palace, the Mingrui Hall was already full of fragments, several little eunuchs were cleaning with their heads down, Emperor Nanming was sitting on the high place of the palace with his forehead, and the big eunuch Zhang Qin was giving him a careful chest.

Emperor Nanming's face was flushed, obviously he had just been angry, and the surrounding important ministers did not dare to breathe, and the generals who came to report the news were even more quail-like lying on the ground, and they did not dare to raise their heads.

"What's going on?" Fu Yao said with a solemn expression.

"The Di clan is coming, I heard that it seems to be a sneak attack on Jiamen Pass yesterday." The Imperial Commander whispered.

"Isn't the eldest prince already leading the troops?" Fu Yao asked.

"Don't say it, I heard that yesterday's battle, life and death are uncertain, and now we can only see how the military situation is." The Imperial Commander sighed.

Fu Yao glanced at Emperor Nanming's ill appearance, and his heart was sour, but now he had no way to comfort him, so he could only wait for the military situation.

However, Emperor Nanming couldn't wait for Fu Yao's comfort, and the next morning, the front line urgently reported that the prince led his troops to die on the battlefield.

Emperor Nanming's body was already weak, and when he heard the bad news that his eldest son had died in battle, he was so grief-stricken that he vomited blood and fainted.

There was a great chaos in the court, and everyone shouted for Your Majesty, and the scene was panicked.

Fu Yao's expression froze, and he immediately appeased everyone, stepped forward to check on Emperor Nanming's condition, and summoned the imperial doctor.

Emperor Nanming leaned on Fu Yao's arms, his face was like gold paper, and his breath was weak. Fu Yao hurriedly pushed the blood through the acupoint for him, and Emperor Nanming woke up slowly, and as soon as he woke up, he immediately coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, he trembled and held Fu Yao's hand, and tears were faintly visible in his eyes.

"Your Majesty." Fu Yao's mother died early when he was young, and his father died to save the driver, so he was raised by Emperor Nanming since he was a child, and he was very close to him

。 When they grew up, in order to avoid suspicion, the two often met each other as courtesies of monarchs and ministers, but the friendship they had been with since childhood could not be faked.

Fu Yao helped Emperor Nanming sit up, the worry in his eyes was almost revealed, but his tone was still respectful and distant.

Emperor Nanming also knew that it was not good, he held on to his spirit, and ordered, "I have a poor body in the dragon recently, and I am on the left...... Fu Yao...... Prison State. ”

There was a sudden uproar at the bottom, "Your Majesty, this is unreasonable......"

"I've made up my mind!"

Emperor Nanming's face was really bad, he waved his hand, and Zhang Qin, the great eunuch beside him, announced his next court.

The crown prince is still there, but His Majesty ordered the left minister to supervise the country without mentioning the prince, which really aroused criticism. But everyone knows that Prime Minister Fu Yao is very methodical, and he is naturally more secure than the prince, but fortunately, he is in charge of the country for a while, so he doesn't say anything.

Fu Yao didn't have much enthusiasm for authority, but this matter was entrusted by Emperor Nanming, he

I will do my best to do it well. However, Emperor Nanming's body made him worried, and after retiring from the court, he went to Emperor Nanming's bedroom to visit.

The palace people were familiar with him, and they didn't stop him much, so they let Fu Yao in.

Emperor Nanming leaned on the pillow with a pale face, stretched out his thin and pale wrist to let the imperial doctor take his pulse, and his mind was drowsy.

The imperial doctor pressed the pulse of Emperor Nanming, pondered for a while, and then frowned and said: "Your Majesty's pulse is sinking and floating, saying that it is a weak disease, but it is also irritable and floating, and the fire qi rises to cause vomiting blood, but the limbs are weak and cold, and the blood is stagnant, which is really strange!" ”

When Fu Yao heard this, he felt a little uneasy in his heart, "What's the blame?" ”

The imperial doctor said: "If Your Majesty is in a hurry to vomit blood, it is easy to say, but the weakness in Your Majesty's body is inexplicable, and the old minister sees that there are blood spots under His Majesty's skin, which can be seen to be caused by fragile blood vessels, but this disease has never been seen before by His Majesty, and the time is not accumulated over the years, it is really strange." ”

"Your Majesty used to be in good health, but it has only been bad since the beginning of the past few years, does it have anything to do with it?" Fu Yao asked.

"If the bloodline is fragile, most of them have been brought from childhood, and it is really rare for someone to be sick at His Majesty's age......" the Imperial Doctor muttered.

Suddenly, the imperial doctor whispered, "The old minister looks at Your Majesty like this, it doesn't seem to be sick, it seems to be poisoned." ”

Poisoning? Fu Yao's heart was cold when he heard this.

"Your Majesty is in the deep palace, and the diet is checked by a special person, how can you be poisoned?" Fu Yao asked coldly.

The imperial doctor's cold sweat suddenly fell, "The old minister is just guessing, in terms of His Majesty's symptoms, it is not like a disease, but like a chronic poison." ”

"I already know about this, don't say anything when you go out." Fu Yao already had a plan in his heart and advised the Imperial Doctor.

"Yes, yes, the old minister is absolutely tight-lipped." The imperial doctor hurriedly retired, you must know that the emperor's poisoning is a major event, and I am afraid that it is not something that he can find out, and now Lord Zuo is willing to take over to find out the truth.

Fu Yao's fingers in his sleeves tightened slightly, looking at the palace gate with an unpredictable expression.