The servant saw that his pupils were gradually reddening, and his heart was stunned, and he replied in a trembling voice: "I returned about six or seven days ago, and the old monarch only had the prince and Mrs. Youjun by his side before ------he died."

The strategist interjected: "In terms of time, Gongzi Heding must have set off when he was at Hangu Pass, and he went straight to Chaoge. Gongsun Yu is the first confidant of Mrs. Jun's side, this person is scheming, he must have used a substitute to deceive the world, and his real body has already been brought back to Chaoge. Hi! Shizi, we miscalculated. ”

"When-", Wei Yu angrily pulled out the sword at his waist, pointed at a black-armored warrior behind him and said angrily, "Didn't you say that it was foolproof? Why can't you even recognize a fake son? Well? ”

The warrior rolled off his horse, knelt in the snow and argued, "Spare your life! Gongzi and Chang have lived in the East Palace, and they don't see us much on weekdays, but the younger one has done his best, and the prince ------"

He never had a chance to say anything more, and the white snow was splashed with a pool of red blood, and he clutched his bleeding throat and fell weakly in the snow.

Shiziyu inserted the bleeding sword back into the sheath and said sharply: "In the future, if someone does not do well, this person will be the end!" ”

"No!" Everyone cowered in response.

"Shizi, what should we do now?"

"Go back to the palace!" Wei Yu stared at the south gate with great firmness: "Don't let anyone mean that they want to take away my throne!" ”

According to legend, the main hall of the palace was built on the ruins of Lutai in that year, and the rammed earth abutment was several meters higher than the rest of the palaces, and the end overlooked the entire Chaoge Castle. Now there is the coffin of the Marquis of Wei Jiao, and the sound of the cloud board goes straight into the sky, and the cries of the palace people are higher and higher. Mrs. Jun is only in her thirties, and her well-maintained pretty face is abnormally free of a trace of powder today, and she is sitting upright on the right cheek mat with a handkerchief and weeping lowly. Originally, as Mrs. Yan, she didn't have to come to the mourning in person, but she was worried that her son would not be able to control the scene, so she came to the mourning hall in person every day these days.

The son, who was not yet ten years old, and was dressed in filial piety clothes, with a straw rope tied around his waist, was crying and throwing a string or two of paper ingots into the brazier. After all, he is young, and he has been keeping vigil for his father day and night these days, and the little man has boiled out deep dark circles under his eyes, but he is still strong enough to support himself. For a while, the courtiers were amazed.

"Father, my son is late, and the child is not filial-" There was a mournful cry outside the hall, and Mrs. Hou felt a pang in her heart, and exchanged a vigilant look with Gongzihe: He is here!

Wei Yu walked up the high steps of the main hall step by step, he was also dressed in filial piety today, tied with hemp rope, and he was the same as Gongzi. What's more, he is barefoot, with his hair scattered, and the so-called "hair and feet" is about what it looks like. There are hundreds of steps in front of the main hall, and they are all covered with ice and snow, Wei Yu knocked up step by step, his knees have long been worn out, and there are faint traces of blood oozing from the bruise on his forehead. The blood marks left on the steps are quite shocking.

Crying blood, spilling tears step by step, this scene is difficult to be untouched. Childe and the young age, biting his lip and about to sneer, suddenly received his mother's sweeping eyes, so he had to keep silent.

It was easy for Wei Yu to knock to the hall step by step, and as soon as he saw Wei Yaohou's coffin, he walked forward on his knees regardless of it, and kowtowed like a chicken pecking rice to apologize: "The child is very unfilial, as a son of the country, his father can't serve in front of the bed when he is dying." What kind of shame does Yu have as a prince, and even more shamelessness to call himself a brother in front of his younger brother? ”

It stands to reason that seeing him selling so miserably and repentantly, Mrs. Hou should have said a few words of consolation. Unexpectedly, she closed her eyes and was silent, and the doctor Shi Jiao had to step forward and be the first to persuade him: "Don't be so sad as the prince, the ministers know that you are a filial son, and you still want to mourn." The great funeral of the prince has to rely on you to preside over it! ”

The Shi family has been the secretary of state for generations, and he usually speaks in the court, and when he speaks, the rest of the courtiers will also persuade Wei Yu with a word. I only heard a crisp female voice in the hall: "The son of the world came in the dust, I don't know what is important, I want to leave the couch and ignore the father, and travel far away to return to this day?" ”

Wei Yu secretly applauded in his heart: Just waiting for you to ask this question? He respectfully saluted Mrs. Qi: "Mrs. Mother, my son heard that there are a few new merchants from the East China Sea over there in Shangqiu, who have brought hundreds of years of Lingzhi with the miraculous effect of resurrecting the dead. The father was sick on the couch for a long time, and the son went with a lot of money, hoping to buy this fairy grass at all costs, just to prolong his father's life. I don't want to buy Ganoderma lucidum, but my father can't wait for -------! ”

After speaking, he burst into tears, completely looking sad and painful. made Shi Jiao and the others also red-eyed. Then, Wei Yu trembled and took out a half-foot-long Ganoderma lucidum from his sleeve, which was really huge, rare in the world, and the eyes of the people in the first hall widened.

Wei Yu held the Lingzhi above his head, bowed his head and said: "Since the father and the marquis are no longer blessed, the son is willing to give this fairy grass to his mother." The son has lost his father, please the mother should cherish it doubly, and do not grieve too much and hurt her body. The father's affairs are taken care of by the sons. ”

Gongzihe secretly scolded in his heart: What an eldest brother with a honey-bellied sword! He didn't go through such a scene, and he threw a look of help to his mother in embarrassment. Before Mrs. Qi could say anything, Shi Jiao snatched the words: "The son of the world is so pure and filial, the spirit of the ancestor in the sky naturally knows. As the son of the patriotic family, you should preside over the funeral, so you are in line with the ancestral system, who has anything to say? ”

As soon as these words came out, the whole hall agreed: "The ministers seconded the proposal!" ”

Mrs. Qi's face was pale, and she sat down on the mat in a gloomy manner, and said in her heart: After all, it is still too light for the enemy!

Just after the first lunar month, the cold current hovering over Hokyo still has no intention of leaving. Especially in the middle of the night, the cold breath carrying the snow runs from the neck to the ankles, and it is cold to the bone.

On the side of the inner door of the palace hall, two small attendants on night duty held a small copper hand stove in their hands, stomping their feet and pacing in the hugging building. Because of the cold weather, they can no longer take a nap at night like they did in spring and summer, and can only move their muscles and bones in this limited space so as not to be frozen.

As they spoke, the topic of the two unconsciously turned to King Yi's condition.

The fat one said: "It's been two or three days, and our king has finally subsided his fever and the situation has stabilized." The prince is also so good that he has gone back to the East Palace to rest, and these days he has been waiting in front of the bed, and I have lost weight twice. ”

The thinner one chimed in: "Isn't it? There is also Lord Zhaoguo, who finally doesn't have to be on duty outside the palace gate, and after staying up for more than ten days, I heard that he is really sick and can't hold on. If it weren't for Yu Gong to replace him, he would still be able to survive. It's okay now, the king has just subsided his fever, and it's not good to go to the royal tomb again. ”

The fat chamberlain asked, "What?" Lord Zhaogong was on duty outside the palace gate to block the king? ”

"You don't understand that?" The thin man said angrily: "Since the first time the king went back to the royal tomb before the moon, in the past month or so, he has been going to catch a cold once and again, and he has to go when he gets better and struggles." Every time I traveled fifty or sixty miles back and forth, I had to rush back before dawn to deal with court affairs. Rao is our king in the prime of life, and he can't bear it like this! Zhao Guogong was helpless, so he let the prince stay in the main hall and be on duty outside the palace gate. If the crown prince can't persuade the king, he can also advise at the palace gate. Finally, the king can still listen to the words of the king of the country. ”

"How many times has this been? Since the king returned from the expedition, he has not stopped taking the medicine. But he still doesn't take care of himself, so he tosses to death, and if he goes on like this, he says that he is his own. Even the crown prince and the prince of Zhaoguo will be dragged to death, or the Duke of Zhou is shrewd, and he handed over the power early and returned home to recuperate, leaving it clean. ”

"Shhhh ”

"Oh-" The fat man nodded, expressing his appreciation, and also lowered his voice and said: "Fortunately, the king has just subsided his fever tonight, so he won't toss anymore, and our class will be safe and stable until dawn, and Lord Jia will be finished as soon as the shift is handed over------."

Before he could finish his words, he froze, and he froze there as if he had been choked by the throat, staring straight ahead and not moving. The thin man was strange: "What's wrong with you?" See a ghost? He turned his head to look at the fat man's gaze, and was suddenly so frightened that his soul was not possessed, and he knelt on the ground and bowed: "The king, the little one has seen the king!" ”

In the flickering and dim candlelight of the main hall stood a skeletal, thin figure, with a pale face without a trace of blood, long hair that reached to the waist, and eyes that had sunk deep into their sockets, looking like a ghost crawling out of hell. As if he didn't see them, King Zhou Yi shook his body, shook his pale lips and muttered: "Prepare the horse, I want to see the queen!" ”

In the garden path of the Zhou Mansion, a capable man in his forties was walking quickly. He came to the door of the inner study familiarly, and replied respectfully: "Grandpa Guo, the little one is back!" ”

A calm male voice came from within: "Is it Uncle Mei?" Come on in! ”

Uncle Mei entered the house and pushed the door shut, knelt down and said, "Master, the little one has been investigated." Last night, the king went to the royal tomb again, and when he came back, he couldn't afford to be sick, it is said that he was pulled back by a carriage, and he was no longer awake! ”

"Oh, really?" Zhou Gongding seemed to be surprised: "Yesterday, there was a message in the palace, didn't it say that the king had just lost his fever?" Why did you go again? Didn't the prince and Zhao Gonghu stop him? ”

"Because the illness is a little slow, the prince and the prince have also been tossed badly these days, last night the prince went back to the east palace to rest, as for the palace gate, the prince is sick, it is Yu Gongding's class. Even Zhaozi Mu can't stop the king, let alone Duke Yu? Uncle Mei's voice was very soft, but the meaning was quite distant: "Master, I don't understand." The king knew that his body couldn't stand it, and he was going to toss to death like this, did he ------ he really wanted to go with the queen? ”