Zhu's face was full of tears and trembling. Mei Xue helped her out of the bathtub, and she couldn't stand up, so she fell directly to the ground.

Mei Xue sighed, half-supported and half-hugged Zhu Shi into the round chair, and then stood aside and watched her cry quietly.

Mei Xue didn't know how many times she had wrung the veil for Zhu, and it wasn't until the shouting outside stopped again that Zhu stopped crying, and said to Mei Xue in a hoarse voice:

"The relationship between the princess and Xin'er has always been very good, and in the half month of his disappearance, the princess fell seriously ill and almost lost her life.

After he returned, the prince was busy with the war for several months and did not come back, mainly by the princess to take care of him.

I went to see him, but he was in a bad mood and barely spoke. I went to ask the princess, but the princess just cried and refused to say anything.

On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, Wang Ye still did not return from the camp, and Du Zhe was sick again, so only me and the couple went to the ancestral hall to offer incense.

I don't know why, after arriving at the ancestral hall, the princess suddenly began to cry and refused to worship her ancestors with him. ”

Zhu Shi burst into tears when he said this:

"I remember very well that the princess of the world kept crying that day, crying and shouting nonsense that she was going to die with Xin'er.

I was frightened at the time, but I didn't want to doubt it, and I didn't dare to doubt it.

I also scolded the princess, saying that she was incompatible with her words and deeds, and asked him to take the princess back.

That is, on that day...... That night...... The princess of the world...... She ......."

Zhu was crying again and couldn't speak, she was only in her forties, but her hair was already half white.

Mei Xue was silent, paused for a while before holding Zhu's shoulder and whispering:

"Although the ignorant are innocent, he lent your hand to give the prince this last fatal blow. I hope you can do something for the future of the palace and for yourself. ”

Mei Xue knew that even so, the rest of Zhu's life could only be spent in remorse and pain.

Zhu smiled bitterly, tears fell again, she suddenly grabbed Mei Xue's hand, looked up at Mei Xue's eyes and said:

"You say, let me do what? As long as I can let him die, I'm willing to do anything. ”

Zhu suddenly became hideous, and there was only hatred in her eyes, and there was no trace of sadness.

Mei Xue pursed her lips and said to Zhu:

"I don't think you know what kind of poison he gave the prince, so I can only hope that you will buy me a few more hours to detoxify the prince.

Most of the people who follow him outside should be deceived by him.

But in the eyes of outsiders, you are his biological mother, as long as he still wants to be the master of this Yan Wangfu, he will not dare to be accused of killing his mother. ”

Zhu nodded, only said "I know" and was ready to get up.

But she struggled several times and couldn't get up.

Mei Xue bent down to help her up, and the two of them slowly walked to the door of the main room together.

Mei Xue could feel Zhu's nervousness, she kept holding Mei Xue's hand, and she kept trembling.

But as soon as she walked to the door of the main room, she suddenly seemed to be a different person, pushed Mei Xue aside, opened the door and went out.

Mei Xue couldn't look at Zhu anymore, and hurriedly walked to the bedroom again.

Old Lord Yan was still unconscious, and the county lord of Changle was so anxious that he walked around the bed. Jiu'er was much calmer, and when Mei Xue left, she had already prepared hot water and silver needles.

Mei Xue sped up her speed, once again gave the old prince acupuncture and vomiting, and then bleed out from her fingertips and ears.

The county lord of Changle was distressed and asked Mei Xue:

"The old prince is already sick, will he be unable to bear it if he keeps doing this?"

The movements of her hands did not stop, Mei Xue shook her head and said:

"We don't have an antidote, this is the only way, only when the blood squeezed out turns bright red, the prince can wake up."

Mei Xue knew that the county lord of Changle was actually more worried about Shen Qingyang, who was fighting bloodily outside, but she didn't ask for fear of affecting her, so she whispered to the county lord of Changle:

"I have already said that I have moved the Zhu family, and she will go out to carry it, even if Du Xin comes over, he will not dare to act rashly.

Believe me, as long as you can hold on until dark, the prince will definitely wake up. ”

Hearing Mei Xue say this, the county lord of Changle suddenly had red circles in his eyes, but he refused to cry, and only bit his lip and nodded at Mei Xue.

The courtyard was full of corpses, and the clothes on Shen Qingyang, Liu Qi, and Du Zhe were almost soaked with blood.

Du Zhe was obviously the most seriously injured, and he barely stood up with the sword in his hand holding up the ground.

In charge of besieging the main courtyard was Du Xin's personal guard Zheng Long, who had just transferred the archers over, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Zhu standing on the steps in front of the door.

This was completely unexpected by Zheng Long, he was stunned for a long time before hurriedly persuading the Zhu family to dodge, saying that he was ordered by Du Xin to arrest the murderer who poisoned Old Prince Yan, unless Shen Qingyang, Mei Xue and others were arrested.

Zhu Shi sneered, rolled up his sleeves in the cold wind, and said indifferently:

"The prince is not poisoned, but he is too weak to get out of bed? Why do you say that the prince is poisoned? Could it be that you have done something unseemly? ”

Zheng Long was speechless when asked, and Zhu continued:

"I am the mother of this palace and the mother of the prince, since you are under his orders, then as long as something happens to me in your hands today, he will not be able to escape the charge of killing his mother."

As she spoke, Zhu waved her hand and motioned for Shen Qingyang's master and servant and Du Zhe to stand behind her, and then looked at Zheng Long and said proudly:

"Go and tell the Son of the world that I want to see him, and I will see him here. Before he comes, if you want to do it again, kill me first. ”

The cold wind howled, raising Zhu's wide robe, and passing away into the distance with her ice-like voice.

Zheng Long didn't dare to act rashly, he waved his hand to signal the archers to step back, and then persuaded Zhu with a smiling face:

"Madam, it is cold in winter, and the prince will not be willing to let you suffer so much. It's better to go with the lowly position, and the lowly position will accompany you to see the son. ”

As he spoke, Zheng Long tentatively took two steps closer in the direction of the Zhu family.

Zhu Shi glanced at Zheng Long coldly, and suddenly turned around quickly and snatched the sword in Du Zhe's hand and put it across her own neck.

Du Zhe was so shocked that he shouted "Auntie" and almost fell down, but was helped by Shen Qingyang next to him.

Zheng Long was startled and hurriedly stepped back.

Du Xin hasn't shown up yet, if he forces Zhu to death first, and Du Xin finally fails, then the later charges may be carried by him alone.

He's not stupid.

Du Xin had actually returned to the palace, and after listening to Wang Zhao's report on the Zhu family, he was so angry that he directly smashed the teacup in his hand and scolded:

"Thief slut!"

Wang Zhao was so shocked by this vicious curse that he almost fell to the ground, and looked at Du Xin speechless with a frightened expression.

Cursing his mother like this, not to mention being punished by God, if this is a little gossip, will the son of the world still have a way to live?

Du Xin obviously froze for a moment, but quickly recovered his face and said to Wang Zhao:

"I'm going to see what's wrong with my mother, you bring my cloak."

Wang Zhao hurriedly responded, but as soon as he turned around and walked to the bedroom, a sharp sword suddenly pierced his chest from behind.

Du Xin gritted his teeth and turned the sword in his hand, Wang Zhao spurted blood from his mouth and nose, and struggled to look back at Du Xin before he fell.

But he couldn't see clearly, only a blurry and twisted face.

(End of chapter)