Chapter Seventy-Two: Words Without Faith
When the smoke cleared, the Assassin was all in sight.
"Strange!"
The leader of the guards was full of surprise, he frowned, bad thoughts flashed in his heart, and immediately ordered, leaving half of the people to continue the search, and the other half to return with him.
When he returned to the Dragon Palace, he saw his unconscious brother, and the uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger, and he just rushed into the hall quickly, but there was no trace of anyone breaking in inside.
He scratched his head, puzzled, but also very lucky.
Early the next morning.
Lin Fengzhi waited for the emperor to put on his court clothes and knelt to see him off.
"Holy Lord, this morning the national teacher urgently submitted a letter, please review it, you ......"
The little eunuch folded the bright yellow music over.
The emperor glanced at the contents of it, and immediately ordered people to set up the Royal Dragon Palace, he retreated from the palace people, personally took out the jade seal, and stamped it on it.
"Hurry up and send the horse to the hands of the national teacher."
The emperor handed the fold back, turned his head to prepare for the morning court, and when he entered the hall, he only felt that his arms were weak and his head was dizzy.
What's going on?
He frowned, just thinking that he hadn't rested well in the evening, and didn't care too much.
In the early days, the ministers were reporting to the people's livelihood and livelihood in various parts of the state capital, but they saw the emperor's body on the dragon chair shaking, and the next second he actually fell straight down, his head down, and his forehead was bruised.
"Someone! Xuan Imperial Doctor ......"
The civil and military officials panicked, and in the end, Prime Minister Lin Cheng stood up to stabilize the situation, ordered the emperor to be carried back to the harem first, and deposed today's early dynasty.
In the harem, Lin Fengzhi's face was worried, and she walked around anxiously.
The whitebeard imperial doctor trembled his hands, took his pulse for a long time before he stood up, shook his head, and looked puzzled, "This, strange! It's so weird! β
Listening to his words, both the old emperor and Lin Fengzhi suddenly raised their hearts.
"How, tell me!"
Ling Fengzhi shouted angrily, making the imperial doctor tremble.
"Yu Guifei Niangniang, Weichen diagnoses the pulse of the saint, the pulse is strong and powerful, there is no problem with the dragon body, the reason why he fell off the dragon chair is probably caused by the saint's hard work."
"Soβis the Holy One okay?"
The imperial doctor nodded, "The minister went back to prescribe the prescription of peace of mind, and it will surely recover soon." β
"Then you can go quickly!"
Lin Fengzhi waved his hand, and when everyone was gone, he fell on the old emperor's shoulder, choking and howling, "Holy Lord, you must take care of the dragon body, don't you know, I scared the concubine to death just now......"
"It's really hard to love the concubine."
The old emperor held Lin Fengzhi's hand, and the two lingered in love again.
It's just that they don't know that rumors have spread outside the palace at this time, and even three-year-old children are singing ballads.
"Master, what you have commanded has been done."
The guard lowered his voice.
Jing Xi stood by the window on the second floor, looking at the streets and alleys talking about it, talking about the affairs of the early dynasty, and hooked his lips.
"Now everyone says that the emperor has been cursed by God and is about to die, the people are panicking, and those ministers are not honest, and they have stood in line, especially Lin Guifei's mother's family, who has begun to recruit troops and horses to help her prince ascend to the throne."
Jing Xi sneered.
As for Lin Fengzhi's stupid son, being the emperor is just a puppet at the mercy of others.
"Go on, you must make a lot of noise, and the bigger the movement, the better."
He waved his hand and looked down at the crowd with cold eyes.
On the other side, Shen Ling was not idle, directly knocked on the Dengwen drum in front of the door of Dali Temple, kept shouting grievances, looking at the overcrowded streets, the corners of her mouth hooked a faint smile, the next second brewed a good mood, her eyes were full of tears, and cried: "Everyone give me a comment!" β
"People say that they say a word, and they also say that the emperor is a golden mouth, as long as he says it, it will never change, how come to me, the emperor will not keep his word."
She deliberately raised her voice and explained the ins and outs of the matter.
The people around who watched the excitement heard the words and sighed.
"Tut-tut, there is such a thing!"
"This princess of the former dynasty is really pitiful, not to mention the ruin of the country, she is still treated like this, so it seems that the royal family is not very good to others!"
"Humph! Good? You're naΓ―ve, you're just putting on a show! β
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Listening to their discussions, Shen Ling cried even more vigorously.
Dali Siqing hid in the yamen, neither daring to open a court to try the case, nor being able to drive Shen Ling away, which can be described as a dilemma.
For three days, the anxious Dali Siqing had a long bubble on his mouth.
When this incident reached the palace, the old emperor was furious when he heard it.
"Nonsense! It's all nonsense. β
He swept everything on the table to the ground, and after this action, he was so angry that he vomited blood and fainted completely.
Lin Fengzhi announced all the imperial doctors, but he couldn't find out the cause for a long time, and he was at a loss for the emperor's condition.
The old emperor woke up faintly, and tried to get up, but because his hands were weak, he almost fell out of bed.
This time, he could no longer pretend to be calm.
Could it be that he really didn't keep his word and was punished by God?
Or is someone getting in the way?
His eyes sank, and he ordered someone to immediately summon Shen Ling into the palace.
"Holy Lord, the imperial doctor is helpless, what's the use of you summoning Shen Ling's yellow-haired girl?"
Lin Fengzhi was puzzled, but in the face of the emperor's repeated insistence, he was helpless.
In less than a quarter of an hour, Shen Ling was invited by the palace people.
"See the saint, see the concubine!"
Lin Fengzhi looked at her face and felt hateful, her eyes turned, and a poisonous plan came to her heart.
"Your Majesty, the concubine knows, you must have fallen for witchcraft, and she must have held a grudge and secretly cursed you."
Seeing that Lin Fengzhi was about to splash such a large basin of dirty water on his head, Shen Ling sneered.
"Guifei Niangniang, people say that you catch traitors in pairs, catch thieves and take stolen goods, you have empty mouth and white teeth, and you suspect me as soon as your upper lip touches your lower lip, don't you think it's a little too hasty?"
Shen Ling's eyes were cold and sharp, as if a piece of 10,000-year-old ice was embedded in it, making people dare not look at it directly.
"Since the concubine Niangniang suspects me, then I will go back to the house and be grounded now, and when you find evidence, you can directly order me to be executed."
After that, she turned her head and was about to leave, but the palace people around her couldn't stop her, and in the end, the old emperor supported her and left her.
"It's the concubine's gaffe, Ling'er don't be annoyed."
The old emperor glared at the unwilling Lin Fengzhi, ordered someone to send her back to the palace, and then asked in a good voice: "Ling'er, you should also know that there is something wrong with my body, since you can know the oracle, why don't you help me ask the heavens, what is going on?" And how do you recover? β
"Huh?"
Shen Ling deliberately put on a look of embarrassment, rubbed his hands and said helplessly: "Holy Lord, you don't know, this is all sent to me by God, I really don't know how to ask God." β