Although King Wei had been thinking about it for a long time, when he suddenly heard the emperor say bluntly, his heart was still shocked, and Baoshan was vague in his mind, and suddenly became a little real.

In the huge grotto, the brocade has lost its color, the silk thread is rotten, hanging to the ground, all kinds of jewels roll all over the treasure house, its scorching scorching, gold and silver accumulate huge thousands, piled up like a mountain.

However, he did not dare to go along with the emperor.

Kuanzhou Mo, the people have withered so far, but they can still keep this secret from generation to generation, and it is not easy to deal with at first glance.

Outside the state, far away from the court, the emperor's health took a sharp turn for the worse, he was already taking a big risk, and with this matter, he was even more uneasy to go this time.

He quietly looked at the emperor, and saw that the emperor's eyebrows were deeply lined, like a needle straight into the root of the mountain, about a headache, his eyes were gloomy, the corners of his eyes were downward, and the skin and flesh of his cheeks also fell down.

On top of the temples, there was white hair, which seemed to have been born in these two days.

Seeing the emperor looking over, he hurriedly looked away, looked at the ground, and replied, "Your Majesty, the Mo family is cunning, and the wealth of the ten continents is quite deep, and the minister is only afraid that he will be busy for a while, and there is no one in his hands, so it is difficult to perform."

The emperor opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but a mouthful of phlegm blocked all the sound, and he couldn't even breathe.

He clenched his fists and coughed hard, and as he coughed, his head hurt like pins and needles.

But he couldn't cough anything, and when he coughed harder, his voice was hollow, like a broken bellows, leaking air everywhere.

Zhang Xianfeng patted the emperor's back for a while, and when he heard the sound of phlegm, he hurriedly held the spittoon, and after the emperor spit out a mouthful of phlegm on the side of his head, the stuffy breath in his chest was swept away, and he had a short period of comfort.

"I will order Huang Yiren to take a few people to act as your escort and go to Kuanzhou, you are in the light, he is in the dark, and he is cooperating."

King Wei quietly breathed a sigh of relief: "The ministers obey the order."

"The one who falsely accused Xiao Mo—" The Emperor frowned and thought, "What's it called?"

King Wei said, "Wang Jinghua."

The emperor shook his head, "The one who was a slave in the Mo family."

He reached out and hammered his chest, which gradually became suffocated again, and when he breathed, the gong sounded deeply, and phlegm began to gather.

"Qi Chang," King Wei said worriedly, "Your Majesty, let's ask the Imperial Doctor to take a look first."

The emperor waved his hand: "This Qi Chang knows a lot about the Mo Mansion, take him with you."

King Wei nodded in response: "Do you want to take Wu Jin with you?"

The emperor said, "Xiao Mo exposed his shortcomings, and leaving him in Kyoto as a hostage will be a great help in the future."

Women, if they are really trapped by love, it is difficult to achieve great things.

His chest seemed to be wet with cotton, and he coughed heavily, but he still couldn't solve it, so he tossed again, coughing straight with red face and red ears, and his head was covered with sweat, before he coughed up phlegm.

Splitting headaches.

Let Zhang Xianfeng rub the lozenges on the back of his neck and on the middle of the person, so that he was slightly better.

"If you really can't find it—" He took a few breaths and motioned for Zhang Xian to tie the scarf on his forehead, "I don't want to leave this henchman to you anymore, wait for Huang Yiren to come, and I will tell him again."

Zhang Xianfeng took a yellow scarf and wrapped it tightly around the emperor's forehead.

King Wei nodded: "The minister understands, Your Majesty, Kuanzhou is judged, is it also going forward with the army?"

The emperor was uncomfortable in every way, and he also knew that he wanted to see who he liked to make this general judgment, so he snorted coldly: "The general judgment is coming, don't delay, just follow the army tomorrow."

He really wanted the prince's people to be the general judge, so as to balance the uncontrolled King of Wei.

As soon as the king of Wei was about to respond, an attendant reported that Huang Yiren was coming outside the palace gate.

The emperor summoned him inside, Huang Yiren entered the hall with an anxious face, and when he saw the emperor, he knelt on the ground and shouted, "Your Majesty, the king of Jiyang County has been assassinated and is in prison!"

Is the king of Jiyang gone?

King Wei's pupils shrank suddenly, and he couldn't help himself, he looked at Huang Yiren in a daze, the cold sweat on his body penetrated layer by layer, the blood on his face faded instantly, and his face turned pale.

His buttocks unconsciously left the embroidery pier, his legs half-bent, and he wanted to get up in disbelief.

There was a loud bang in front of the imperial case, and it was the tea cup in the emperor's hand

landed, and then he realized that he was in the palace, not in the palace.

The emperor made a "boom" in his head, grabbed Zhang Fengfeng's arm, got up lightly, looked at Huang Yiren who was kneeling on the ground, and his lips trembled: "What?"

Huang Yiren straightened his waist, and was also a little stunned: "After the dispersal of the dynasty, someone sneaked into the Dali Temple Prison and assassinated the king of Jiyang County, who was imprisoned this morning."

King Wei's voice was sharp: "Impossible, is Dali Temple Prison paper-paste? Just one person can break in!"

The emperor stretched out his hand and stirred twice in the bowl where the lozenges were placed, and rubbed it on the yellow scarf, angrily: "Who? Who did it?"

Huang Yiren lowered his head and replied: "The Dali Temple Prison did not intercept the murderer, and when the ministers went to chase after them, there was no trace of the assassin, only a set of bloody clothes, and a dagger thrown in the toilet."

The emperor's mind was in a mess, and he reached out again to get the lozenge, and in a panic, the medicine bowl fell to the ground and shattered into several petals.

Zhang worshipped the emperor, and there was no one else in the hall, so he could only let the fragments lie on the ground, and the medicinal gas exploded in the charcoal fire, and the hall was full of pungent medicinal smell.

The emperor stared at Huang Yiren: "Didn't you see it?"

When Huang Yiren heard this sound of gnashing teeth, he couldn't help but shudder, and said in a low voice, "Yes."

The Emperor asked again, "Didn't you see a suspicious person?"

Huang Yiren was in a hurry, and rushed out: "General Mo's personal guards passed by Dali Temple at that time!"

When the emperor heard this, his expression froze.

He pondered for a long time, thinking of everything that had happened in his early days.

Obviously, she is the winner, but she is confused about Wu Jin.

Could it be her?

It had to be her!

He suddenly screamed hoarsely, "Go get her, it's her!"

Zhang Xianfeng saw that his eyes were split, and he was so frightened that he held the emperor to death, while looking out anxiously, he only hated that he couldn't go out and invite the imperial doctor.

Huang Yiren was frightened, and instantly thought of who the emperor said "she".

Mo Leaf!

He tried to get up, but he quickly pressed his hands and feet.

Without any evidence, how to catch a three-rank general?

King Wei was stunned, sitting in place at a loss, suddenly came to his senses, got up and rushed forward, and Zhang Fengfeng grabbed the emperor's hand left and right.

The emperor "snorted" in his throat, panting heavily, and after a long time, he calmed down, shook off the two hands clamped on his body, and sat down in a chair: "Call the Imperial Doctor."

Zhang Xianfeng hurriedly ran to the door of the temple, and while calling someone to come in and clean up, he ordered someone to call the imperial doctor.

The emperor drooped the corners of his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched, and it took a long time to calm down.

State affairs and family affairs are intertwined, the way of a gentleman and the art of the emperor are compared, and there are all kinds of checks and balances between power and profit, like a steel knife, cutting his head into several pieces.

Headache.

Exhaustion.

This madman!

It turns out that she has a purpose, not to lose her mind for love!

This madman, how dare she!

If he doesn't let Wu Jin leave Beijing, who will be next?

Prince or King of Wei?

He didn't have the power to think anymore, opened his mouth, and said as best he could, "Let Hanlin Yuan draft the edict and move—"

He immediately thought that this move was wrong, and it could not be regarded as an external release of Wu Jin: "Add Wu Jin to be the general judgment of Kuanzhou, give a mansion and 10,000 money."

An inner attendant received the order, and rushed out of the Wenzheng Palace, which was mixed with the smell of medicine and shrouded in a heavy pressure, although there was a cloud and fog outside the hall, it was still a dead silence.