Of course, it's not a dream or a dream, but as long as you think too much during the day, there is a high probability that you will have such a dream at night.

Emperor Youning has been very cautious about the use of incense since the incident of An's happened, and even the incense ink he uses now has been paved for a long time, and it took nearly a year to get the emperor's use in these two months.

The incense in the dormitory is naturally strict and strict, and every day Liu Sanzhi asked the incense master in the palace to change it in His Majesty's bedroom, and it is not easy to drop the bag.

His Majesty is accustomed to mixing incense, mainly ambergris, Shen Xihe has been there many times, can only from the residual breath in the air, piece together the incense recipe used by His Majesty, probably for identification, His Majesty's incense recipe and the real mixed incense recipe There are still some differences, and there is a spice that does not affect the recipe.

Shen Xihe made the incense used by His Majesty and wrapped Simeng in it. The incense stick is an extremely slender one, and it is even more difficult to make hands and feet again, and it is even more difficult to hide the difference between the inside and the outside.

After pondering with Hongyu for several days, he barely made a copy, and when he handed it to Xiao Huayong, Shen Xihe still said: "If you meet someone with a keen sense of smell like me, I am afraid it will be difficult to get by." ”

His Majesty's incense master is indeed a little keen, but Xiao Huayong doesn't care: "I have my own way to deal with it... ”

His Majesty has embroidered clothes to sleep in turn, which is also not easy to assassinate His Majesty. Even Xiao Huayong could only take advantage of Zhao Zhenghao's rotation to change the incense, and that night, let the stunned incense master sleep on the floor for a night, and only moved the person back to the couch before dawn and left quietly.

Early the next morning, the incense master, who was inexplicably infected with wind and cold, had dizzy eyes and nasal congestion, and could only smell roughly the same and nodded.

His Majesty did not have a nightmare that night, but the next day he did not know that in the Kyoto teahouse, a storyteller compiled the exploits of the Northwest King and his son into a book, and told it impassionedly in the teahouse, which attracted the people's popularity.

Emperor Youning's face was gloomy when he saw it, and with a wave of his hand, he swept all the music to the ground, and the hall was silent for a moment.

That night, Emperor Youning had a dream, dreaming that the Shen father and son led the army to Kyoto, and Shen Yueshan slashed himself sitting on the dragon chair with a knife, and Emperor Youning woke up from the nightmare, and his eyes were gloomy after waking up.

But the hour was still early, Emperor Youning had to continue to rest, how did he know that he fell into a nightmare again, in the dream the Shen father and son were praised by all the people, some people said that there was no Shen family, no home country, and some people said that he was all thanks to the Shen family today, and the fragmentary voices seemed to be taunting him as an emperor, and finally I don't know who pushed him down the steps, pushed Shen Yueshan onto the high platform, and shouted long live.

Emperor Youning woke up again, the sky was white, he had no intention of sleeping, got up to review the recital, but he didn't give up.

"Your Majesty." Liu Sanzhi's voice sounded, and only then did he recall the god of Emperor Youning, "Your Majesty, the slave has something to report." ”

Emperor Youning pinched the bridge of his nose: "Say." ”

"There are rumors in the East Palace that the crown princess and the prince joked that they wanted to name the emperor Junshu." After Liu Sanzhi finished speaking, he lowered his head and shrunk his neck.

He was not born as an internal servant, he used to be His Majesty's scholar, and he was born in a poor family in the northwest, if it weren't for His Majesty's suffering, he would not be qualified to touch a noble person like His Majesty.

After following His Majesty, he also worked hard to read and write, although he didn't have much knowledge, but he also knew what the word Junshu meant.

After hearing this, Emperor Youning suddenly raised his head, as if looking at the gaze of a dead man, staring at Liu Sanzhi who shrunk his head and brain in a gloomy manner.

With a click, the pen he was holding in his hand snapped in two.

His chest rose and fell twice, Emperor Youning seemed to be out of breath, and suddenly coughed violently, Liu Sanzhi hurriedly took out a handkerchief and stepped forward, but he didn't expect His Majesty to cough up blood!

"Your Majesty!" Liu Sanzhi was shocked inexplicably.

"Pass on the Imperial Doctor." Emperor Youning lowered his voice.

Half an hour later, Imperial Physician Zhuo's face was gloomy, His Majesty did not look at him, but the breath around His Majesty was very low, and he repeatedly typed the draft before saying: "Your Majesty is too worried, resulting in the recurrence of residual poison in the body, which damages the lungs, and this is the sign of coughing up blood." ”

After speaking, Imperial Physician Zhuo trembled, waiting for Emperor Youning's anger.

However, Emperor Youning was silent for a long time, and when Imperial Physician Zhuo was sweating profusely, Emperor Youning asked angrily: "Is my time running out?" ”

Imperial Doctor Zhuo pounced and knelt on the ground: "The residual poison in Your Majesty's body is not overbearing, as long as you are good at life and slowly detoxify, there is still a chance to recover." ”

Emperor Youning turned his head at this time, and his eyes fell on the imperial doctor, how could he not understand the words of these imperial doctors?

Zhi may really have a chance to be cured, but his body is not optimistic.

When he was young, he was embarrassed and fell ill, and when he was young, he left a secret wound in the southern and northern wars, and he had no time to recuperate in his prime of life. It is only in middle age that people get a chance to breathe and begin to cultivate themselves, which is obviously just a drop in the bucket and vulnerable.

This time I was poisoned, and all the losses burst out together, menacing and unstoppable.

"Stand down." He asked himself if he was not a tyrant, people's birth, old age, sickness and death were irreversible, and even when the Xinglin Divine Doctor couldn't cure him, how could he be condemned because of this?

After the imperial physician stepped down, he breathed a sigh of relief, he had been loyal to His Majesty for so many years, and he knew His Majesty's temperament, so he dared to reveal some truths.

The dormitory was quiet for a long time, and no one knew what the emperor was thinking.

From mid-day to sunset, Emperor Youning spoke: "Liu Sanzhi, prepare pen and ink." ”

A holy decree to reward Shen Yueshan was carried by the iron horseman, all the way to the northwest.

The next day, everyone knew that His Majesty was happy because of the merits of the King of the Northwest, and in addition to the generous reward, His Majesty also summoned the father and son of the King of the Northwest to Beijing, authorized them to get together with the crown princess, and attended the wedding of the Lord of Huaiyang County and the King of Xun.

"Your Majesty can't bear it anymore after all." Xiao Huayong's tone was long, as expected, unexpectedly unfazed, and as relieved as the dust settled.

"Beichen, what are you going to do?" Shen Xihe couldn't help but ask again.

Everything is obvious, Xiao Huayong forced His Majesty to be unable to tolerate his father and brother, this time he summoned his father and brother to Beijing, called Grace, but it was actually a Hongmen banquet, if she expected it to be good, His Majesty was ready to do it when Shen Yingwen and Xiao Changfeng got married.

So what kind of result does Xiao Huayong want?

"Your Majesty can't die yet." Xiao Huayong turned to Shen Xi and smiled at Wan Er.

His Majesty is now dead, it is not good for Shen Xihe, he has no time to deal with Shen Xi and the aftermath, and His Majesty will have to die after the birth of his child.

Otherwise, if there is still a prince alive, how can he tolerate an unborn child ascending the throne?

(End of chapter)