King Song grasped his cold fingertips and said what Emperor Zhou thought: "Since we have reached such a juncture, I don't care if I am a taboo, can I use the medicine of the tiger and wolf to arouse the spirit of His Majesty?" Even if it's only half an hour, that's enough! ”

Emperor Zhou looked at the past with hope.

At present, it is better to get a moment of time than to survive.

He really didn't ask for much.

Let him dispose of the queen and the eldest son of the emperor, release Jiang Maoyan, and appoint the seventh prince as the prince.

It is true that the country has a young master, but it is not worse than it is now.

In addition, it is better for Uncle Song and Jiang Maoyan to join forces as auxiliary governors than to ask the empress and the eldest son of the emperor to join forces with the old aristocracy to empty out this country that has been soaked in his hard work!

Once again, however, the Imperial Physician gave a negative answer.

"Your Majesty has been working hard in recent years, and your body has long been overwhelmed, and all the diseases of the ancestors of the Zhou State are actually ...... If you really use the medicine of the tiger and wolf, I am afraid that you may not be able to have a momentary time, but the body will not be able to bear it first......"

Emperor Zhou almost fell into despair.

The illness was accompanied by a loss of physical strength and confusion, and this brief meeting drained most of what little energy he had left, and he soon fell into a deep darkness as before.

After that, Emperor Zhou woke up intermittently twice, and all he saw was the King of Song, or the rest of the clan.

The queen never came to see him.

Because there is no need.

Both husband and wife knew very well that it was not interesting for them to see or not to see.

What can really determine the future direction is whether Emperor Zhou can recover his body, even to the extent that he can speak a few words.

And once he was able to speak, whether the queen was here or not, he would order her to be deposed and sent to the eighteen layers of hell at the first time.

This matter was decided when the empress ordered Jiang Maoyan to be imprisoned, and it had nothing to do with whether she served the emperor diligently when he was seriously ill.

Emperor Zhou didn't care if the queen was there or not.

He only prayed to Heaven with all his strength during that brief waking period, that I would get better for a short time!

Half an hour is fine!

Even if it's just a few words!

Of course, Jiang Maoyan could die.

He can die on the great cause of the new monarch, on the foundation of the Zhou State for 10,000 years, and on his ideals and ambitions, but only he cannot die on the construction of the inner palace and the attack of the outer court!

Jiang Maoyan could not have died so unacceptably, let alone suffered such humiliation and torture!

However, the heavens did not hear, or answer, the prayers of Emperor Zhou.

His body showed no signs of recovery.

A few days later, however, King Song came to his bedside with a somewhat complicated expression and told him the news that he did not know whether it was good or bad—that the emperor's eldest son had died.

He also told him about the cause of the death of the emperor's eldest son.

Emperor Zhou's mood was very calm.

Because although the death of the emperor's eldest son can deal a considerable blow to the queen, it will not change his disadvantage at this time.

If you die, you die.

He thought maliciously:

If you die now, you can still get a sympathetic nickname.

If he dies after a few years, he may be the new dynasty chasing the king of the fallen country.

But his predicament has not changed in any way.

On the contrary, there have been some changes in the state of life.

Because the empress decided to support the six princes as the new monarch, the mother of the six princes, Concubine Quan, began to appear in his palace.

After many years of not seeing her, she is still beautiful.

But what good is it to him!

As time passed, Emperor Zhou clearly sensed the imminent death.

When the moment finally came, he had a vague realization in his heart, as if an invisible hand had grabbed his throat.

He couldn't breathe, his breathing quickened, and he was so bad that he was able to speak!

Emperor Zhou was like a drowning man grasping the last straw, and he opened his mouth almost impatiently, and said intermittently: "Call, call Jiang Maoyan to ......."

As soon as the words landed, his throat loosened and tightened, and his palm fell weakly, and this wise and martial generation of emperors passed away!

The state of the soul after death is so wonderful, as if all the previous illnesses have been detached from the decaying body.

Emperor Zhou floated up a little uncomfortably, moved his hands and feet, and when he was familiar with the current state, the concubine had already rushed over from the side hall.

Emperor Zhou listened to what the three provinces told Concubine Quan what he said before he died, and then he saw it......

Concubine Quan suddenly hugged the three provinces?!!!

Emperor Zhou: "??? ”

Slowly put three question marks.

What's the situation?!

I'm dead, am I?!

Oh I forgot, I did die.

But hugging in front of someone who just died, you two are too much, aren't they?!

Also, how could the three provinces and the concubine get together?!

Fortunately, the three provinces quickly and politely pushed the concubine away.

Emperor Zhou stared at the two of them suspiciously, at the three provinces, then at Concubine Quan, and finally stopped his gaze on Concubine Quan's face.

There are still undried tears on the face of that beautiful and peerless woman, and the pear blossoms bring rain, and the country and the city are overwhelmed.

She looked sorrowful and sobbed, and said: "The queen is powerful, and the princess has always been tough, if Ming'er is helped to the throne by them, then our mother and son are afraid that they will not be able to get rid of their control until death, and can only be puppets in the hands of others, and let them be manipulated......

Emperor Zhou: "...... Well?! ”

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Concubine Quan, you have something!

And there's a lot of stuff to come!

If you want to say who reads the most books in the harem, there is no doubt that it is the queen, but if you want to say who has the strongest political literacy in the harem, at this moment, you should push the concubine!

This thing is not tied to the ability to read, it is largely dependent on talent.

Concubine Quan was able to think of getting the legitimacy of the succession of the six princes from herself in this blink of an eye, and immediately made a decision to impress the three provinces with beauty and tenderness, both in terms of political literacy and thinking ability, which was quite an outstanding level!

He even felt a little annoyed because of this - hey, he was still too ruthless back then, he only knew how to appreciate beauty and enjoy his young body, and he should have more spiritual communication with people!

After repenting, Emperor Zhou thought beautifully: Concubine Quan is a woman with a good chest, how can her son be bad?

Wuhu~

It looks like Heaven still hears my prayers!

Sixth, Dad's good sixth, you must be angry!!

The underworld has arrived, and Emperor Zhou has to leave this place no matter how reluctant he is.

It's just that Concubine Quan's super quality at that moment gave him a certain amount of confidence, and even the situation that seemed to be Jiang Maoyan's death appeared to be alive, and he could finally rest assured a little.

When Emperor Zhou arrived in the underworld, he received unanimous cordial greetings from his ancestors.

In the world, he did not do anything wrong!

As for the final deathbed chaos, this was a pure accident, and no one could have imagined it!

Someone else comforted him with confidence: "It's okay, Concubine Quan is so smart, your sixth child is definitely not bad, everything will be fine!" ”

Emperor Zhou nodded vigorously: "Well, it must be like this!" ”