Murong Shen's vitality is extremely tenacious. Such a serious injury is getting better day by day.

Staying in the secret room, time passes very slowly.

The soldiers drew a line on the wall every day. When the line was drawn to thirty, the old woman sent the latest news: "Today, the people of the Yingchuan Royal Mansion have been escorted into Beijing."

Murong Shen was helped up by the soldiers. Hearing this, Murong Shen snorted coldly, "Is Xu Yi's waste dead?"

The old woman looked embarrassed: "The news in the palace has been blocked a long time ago. I heard this news yesterday when I went out to buy groceries."

At the moment, low-key and unsuspicious is the first priority.

As for the news inside and outside the palace, it is not something that an ordinary woman can hear.

Murong Shen's face was gloomy, and his cold gaze swept over the old woman: "In the future, I will go out twice a day, and no matter what I hear, I will come back in return."

The old woman whispered.

No matter how tense the atmosphere is, it will slowly relax.

Thirty days after the state mourning, the atmosphere in the capital visibly eased. The soldiers who searched the door every day were still in a flock, but the people were already able to go out in white clothes to buy rice, grain and vegetables. The restaurant teahouse also opened its doors.

The old woman told her son to go to the teahouse. There are three religions and nine streams in the teahouse, and it is also the most convenient place to inquire about news.

The son went in response and returned in the evening, bringing back the latest news.

When the old woman heard this, she was shocked and hurriedly went into the secret room to report: "Childe, I heard that the eldest young grandmother gave birth to a little boy in the prison of the Criminal Department."

Murong Shen's reaction was unexpectedly indifferent: "Xu Jing is patient, and he hasn't dealt with the Murong clan yet."

Is this trying to use the Murong clan as bait to fish out his big fish?

Not to mention that he has no soldiers in his hands now, even if he has soldiers, he will keep them to make a comeback in the future. As for the people of the Murong clan, let's accompany Murong Yao to the funeral!

The old woman looked at Murong Shen's cold face, and a chill surged in her heart.

A man doesn't care about his people, he doesn't care about his wife, he doesn't even care about his own children. What the hell does he care about?

Can this still be counted as a person?

Murong Shen ordered in a deep voice: "In the future, I will inquire more about the movements of the vassal kings, as well as the news in the palace."

The old woman whispered her orders.

In the palace.

After kneeling for a month, no matter how much sorrow and sorrow there was, it slowly dispersed.

Some old courtiers couldn't hold on and fell ill and couldn't be sent out of the palace, so they were carried to the side hall to recuperate.

Xu Jing didn't stay in the mourning hall day and night. He knelt during the day, and at night he took turns keeping vigil with the prince of Xihe, the prince of Hanyang, and the prince of Pengcheng. When he had free time, he went to see the wounded soldiers and courtiers.

The most tired were the dozen or so imperial doctors in the palace. When others take turns to rest, they are eager to split into two and use them, and they don't close their eyes for more than two hours a day.

After staying up for a month, all of my eyes were red, and my whole body exuded a peculiar smell.

During the state mourning, no one can bathe and change clothes, it is all stinky. Don't dislike anyone.

Xu Jing stepped in, his eyes swept over, and he first called out to Doctor Wan, and comforted him warmly: "These days, you have worked hard for all the Imperial Doctors."

Doctor Wan's waist was rickety, and the wrinkles on his forehead were so deep that they could trap mosquitoes, and he replied in a low voice, "This is what a minister should do."

On the day when the prince closed his eyes, if it wasn't for Zhao Xiyan opening his mouth, all the imperial doctors would have their heads on the ground. To be able to save his life, the doctors know very well who they are grateful for. Even with the prince of the North Sea, he is more close.

Xu Jing looked at Imperial Doctor Wan and asked in a low voice, "Is it painful for my cousin to leave?"

Speaking of the crown prince who died early, Imperial Physician Wan was full of sadness and replied in a low voice, "His Royal Highness the crown prince had a sudden heart attack and soon lost consciousness. Before leaving, he was unconscious, and he was not in pain."

Xu Jing's heart was like colic, and he whispered after a while: "Murong Yan, that ***, is still in the prison. I have to bother Dr. Wan to go and check her pulse."

Counting from the day the prince closed his eyes, it has been

It's been forty days.

If Murong Yan is pregnant, it is time to diagnose the happy pulse at this time.

Doctor Wan cheered up and nodded.

It stands to reason that Xu Jing should avoid suspicion of such things. However, Xu Jing just led Doctor Wan to see Queen Su, and he had no intention of avoiding it.

Queen Su was so thin that she couldn't bear to see it.

She cried so much that she hurt her throat, and now she opened her mouth to speak, as if she had been polished by gravel: "Chunsheng, Crescent Moon, you two will go to the prison with me."

Zhao Xiyan and Xu Jing glanced at each other and nodded together. Look at the book

At this point, they and their husband and wife need the full support of Queen Su. Regardless of the stakes, Xu Jing was the one who hoped that Murong Yan would be pregnant the most.

A slender woman in white was helped over by the palace people, it was Su Huan.

Su Huan committed suicide by hitting the coffin that day, his forehead was about to be broken, and he has been recuperating on the bed. During the days of turmoil in the palace, she couldn't move, and she didn't want to escape.

Fortunately, reinforcements came, and she slowly survived from the boundless sorrow.

In the past two days, she has been able to stay and walk away with the support of the palace people.

"Auntie, I want to go to the prison too." Su Huan knelt down and pleaded.

Empress Su's tears had long since dried up. Seeing Su Huan like this, he felt a burst of pity in his heart and nodded.

Go if you want!

There's nothing hidden about it. At least, the courtiers who knelt in the palace knew that Murong Yan was not dead. She had a glimmer of hope in her heart, and why shouldn't they?

Queen Su got up, Xu Jing and Zhao Xiyan stepped forward together and supported Queen Su.

Empress Su's heart warmed, she turned her head to look at Zhao Xiyan, and then looked at Xu Jing: "The country cannot be without a king for a day. When the crown prince is buried, the palace and the ministers will nominate you as the new emperor."

Even if Murong Yan is pregnant, it is not a threat.

Xu Jing did not pretend to excuse himself, saying that he was unwilling or unable to do anything like that. He looked at Queen Su and said in a low voice, "I won't disappoint my mother, I won't disappoint my cousin."

Queen Su's nose was sour, and she twisted her head to the side.

Zhao Xiyan took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of her eyes for Queen Su.

Empress Su calmed down and continued to move forward. Su Huan slowly followed.

The group went to the prison.

Far away, I heard a woman's frantic screams: "Let me out!" I have the prince's flesh and blood, let me out!"

When he got closer, he could see Murong Yan's appearance at this time.

Murong Yan was imprisoned for forty days, living in terror all day, and his mind was obviously a little confused. She clung to the iron railings and shouted.

When Empress Su and her party came, fear flashed in Murong Yan's eyes, and after seeing Imperial Doctor Wan, this fear turned into eagerness that could not wait.

The heavy iron lock was opened, and Imperial Physician Wan entered the heavenly prison to diagnose Murong Yan's pulse.