The Favoured Medical Princess: 837 Emperor collapsed
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"You...you rebellious son..."
The emperor gritted his teeth and glared at Han Lingfu fiercely. He grabbed the opponent's wrist with his right hand harder, as if he wanted to vent the overwhelming hatred in his heart. His face was twisted like an evil ghost, "Someone, take... ugh!"
Han Lingfu was shocked and turned pale. Without thinking, he covered the emperor's mouth and nose with his left hand and said incoherently: "Father, you misunderstood. I don't... I don't..."
He didn’t want to harm his father!
"Inverse...well..."
The emperor could not hear this at this time. He was struggling desperately, his bloodshot eyes bulging out, full of anger.
Han Lingfu has no doubt that as soon as he lets go, his father will kill him!
Han Lingfu's mind was in chaos.
What should he do? !
Either you die or I die, he seems to have only one way to go...
Han Lingfu's eyes gradually turned red and her eyes were moist...
The emperor seemed to feel something and struggled harder, and Han Lingfu's men became more powerful, suppressing the emperor with the help of his body and unable to move...
"Father..." Why don't you want to listen to my son's explanation?
Han Lingfu looked at the emperor sadly and helplessly, feeling like he was standing on a single-plank bridge over an abyss, with the cold wind blowing in his face, and there seemed to be an invisible force behind him pushing him step by step. Move forward...
Behind him were countless evil spirits stretching out their wrists from the underworld, trying to drag him down. Only by moving forward could he find a chance of survival.
No one can know about this matter, he cannot be stained with any stain, and he still wants to ascend to the supreme position!
Once this matter is exposed, he will be the traitor who murdered the emperor. He will no longer have his original glory, and his life will be impossible!
No! No! No!
Han Lingfu's eyes are getting more and more dazed and crazy. He doesn't accept his fate. He won't accept his fate!
No matter how many obstacles fate creates in front of him, he will never accept his fate!
Han Lingfu subconsciously tightened his arms, harder and harder, harder and harder...
Unconsciously, the emperor's eyes gradually became blurred, and his struggle became smaller and smaller, leaving only his feet still twitching slightly.
Death is getting closer and closer to him...
Is he really going to die here, in the hands of his own son? !
How come? !
He was the Son of Heaven and was ordered by Heaven. How could he die like this!
The breathless emperor twisted like a fish thrown ashore until the last moment of suffocation...
A thick darkness enveloped him...
The emperor's eyes widened unwillingly, and finally became as motionless as a dead fish.
But Han Lingfu still covered the emperor's mouth and nose tightly for a long time...
As if he suddenly realized something, he jumped up suddenly, and the emperor's hand that was originally holding his right wrist slipped.
The room was completely silent, with only the candlelight dancing in the octagonal palace lantern.
Han Lingfu stared blankly at the emperor on the dragon couch. The emperor's eyes were almost widened to the extreme, his pupils were dim, and his face was pale, bloodless white, the white that symbolizes death...
Han Lingfu felt cold in his heart and couldn't help but call out softly: "Father..."
The emperor did not respond and remained motionless.
Han Lingfu's eyes widened and he gasped violently.
"Huh...huh..."
After a while, he calmed down a little. He slowly leaned over, then slowly stretched out his left hand, trembling like chaff, and placed it under the emperor's nose...
Han Lingfu's face instantly turned pale, like an emperor on a dragon couch. The father and son stared at each other, one alive, the other dead.
He was sure that the emperor was not breathing!
The emperor is buried!
Han Lingfu looked at his hands and the small porcelain jar in his right hand in disbelief.
He killed his father with his own hands!
This is the crime of patricide and regicide, an unforgivable crime!
"Huh...huh..."
Thinking of this, Han Lingfu gasped again, staggered two steps back, his eyes fell on the emperor's body again, and murmured: "Father, I don't want to either..."
Yes, he doesn’t want to either!
If the father was willing to listen to him, if the father was willing to take a step back, then how could things develop to this point...
He was forced, he was helpless!
Han Lingfu was flustered and at a loss for the moment. His chaotic mind could not think at all, and his own heartbeat and breathing echoed in his ears.
But in an instant, he was sweating profusely, and the entire middle coat on his body was soaked, as if he had been fished out of the water.
There was a voice in his heart saying that he had to calm down, he couldn't sit still and wait for death... he had to find a way to divert the trouble away!
His eyes were filled with a thick haze, getting darker and darker. Suddenly he thought of something, and his eyes regained their luster, strange and cruel.
In this case... you can kill two birds with one stone!
If a man does not serve himself, he will be destroyed by heaven and earth.
Some things are destined by God, so I can’t blame him.
In the room, the breathing gradually calmed down, footsteps sounded, and then fell into dead silence, silent, only the candlelight danced...
A moment later, there was another sound of footsteps, this time coming from outside the house, followed by the sound of a young chamberlain saluting.
The person responded and continued walking inside.
When the door curtain was lifted from the outside, an old woman wearing a black auspicious Ruyi dark pattern walked in slowly, looked around quickly with a pair of sharp eyes, and then fell on the dragon On the emperor's bed with his eyes closed.
The person who came was none other than Yong Yang.
Yongyang frowned slightly. There was no one serving the emperor. However, in recent years, the emperor's temper has become worse and worse, and his suspicion has become more and more serious...
"Your Majesty." Yongyang called softly, walking slowly, unsure whether the Emperor was asleep or feigning drowsiness.
The emperor on the dragon couch made no movement and seemed to be asleep.
"Your Majesty..." Yongyang called again and walked closer. The sleeping emperor was less than two feet away from her.
The emperor closed his eyes tightly and did not move at all.
Is the emperor asleep? !
Yongyang hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether he should quit. But there was another voice in my heart saying that something seemed wrong...
After the prince's enthronement ceremony, the emperor went to the princess's house in person and asked her to assist the government and protect the country. She agreed... for the sake of the country and the prince. These days, in order to rebuild the military system, she went to the palace to discuss with the emperor at this time every day.
Why did the emperor fall asleep when he knew she was coming? !
Sleep so peacefully.
This doesn’t look like an emperor!
Yongyang's brows furrowed even more tightly, and when he looked at the emperor's peaceful sleeping face, his heart skipped a beat.
The emperor's face was too pale, without any blood or life. He looked like a puppet that had lost its soul...
Yongyang has been on the battlefield for many years and has seen tens of thousands of dead people... She stared at the emperor's motionless nose, and a certain possibility emerged in her mind.
Could it be that...
Yongyang’s pupils shrank sharply.
For most of her life, she has witnessed the fall of the previous dynasty, witnessed the heroes joining forces to fight the world, witnessed the rise of Dayu, and witnessed Dayu heading into the abyss step by step...
The old friend left, leaving her alone.
She thought she had mastered the ability to survive a mountain collapse without changing her expression, but at this moment she had to be moved by the suspicion in her heart.
Yongyang walked towards the emperor step by step, almost with difficulty, but still walked to the dragon bed firmly.
In just a few steps, she had already confirmed her suspicion.
The emperor is buried!
Yongyang could confirm this without testing the emperor's breathing or pulse.
Yongyang looked at the emperor on the dragon couch, with thousands of complicated emotions in his heart.
Her nephew, the second generation emperor of Dayu, passed away quietly...
Yongyang stood there quietly, even she herself didn’t know how she felt about this matter, and her heart was filled with mixed feelings...
After a moment, Yongyang calmed down a little, and his thoughts were spinning rapidly.
Why did the emperor suddenly die? !
As far as she knew, the emperor's condition was relatively stable recently, unless he suffered a sudden stroke due to some huge stimulation... But there was no one here.
The emperor is dead, but she is the only living person in the room!
The more Yong Yang thought about it, the more wrong he became, and his heart suddenly sank.
As if to verify the ominous feeling in her heart, the messy footsteps and conversations of several people came from outside the palace.
"Your Majesty is really filial. He personally prepared the medicine for the Emperor." Eunuch Liu complimented with a smile, "The imperial doctor also said that the Emperor's Celestial Dragon Body is very good."
"Filial piety comes first among all good deeds. My father's dragon body is in good health and is a great blessing." Han Lingfu said warmly.
Then the servant saluted: "See Prince Gong, Eunuch Liu. Her Royal Highness Princess Yongyang has just arrived..."
The footsteps outside were getting closer and closer, and with the sound of the curtain being lifted, Han Lingfu and Eunuch Liu walked in. Naturally, they saw the emperor and Yong Yang beside the couch at a glance.
"Auntie..." Han Lingfu looked from Yongyang to the emperor on the bed, as if nothing had happened, "Is the father asleep?"
He walked over with a bowl of hot medicine in his hand and walked to the couch...
Following, he trembled as if he had discovered something.
"Father!"
A hoarse shout rang out, and almost at the same time, the celadon bowl in Han Lingfu's hand fell straight down. With a "dong" sound, the celadon bowl fell to pieces on the cold and hard ground, and the brown soup followed. Countless pieces of porcelain were scattered everywhere.
The ground was in a mess, and the clothes of Han Lingfu and Yong Yang were also stained...
Boom!
There was a continuous muffled thunder outside, and the thunder and lightning in the sky flashed in the layers of clouds. The palace, the court, the royal capital, and even Dayu were about to usher in another wave of violent storms, one that could destroy the world. The tsunami is coming.
When the nest is overturned, there are no eggs left!
A storm is approaching in the royal capital, but hundreds of miles away in Yuzhou, the wind is beautiful and the sun is shining brightly, and the mood of autumn is strong.
Three Thousand Youqi Battalions traveled southward, causing tremors in the state capital wherever they passed. Those local officials were in panic all day long, hoping that these plague gods from southern Xinjiang would quickly return to southern Xinjiang.
Xiao Yi and Guan Yubai didn't care about this. They hurried when they needed to hurry, rested when they needed to rest, and ate when they needed to eat...
It was noon that day, and the group happened to pass through a small town. Xiao Yi simply asked the Youqi camp to stand by a few miles outside the town, and he and Guan Yubai entered the town.
The two of them were dressed in light clothes. At first glance, they looked like two young men traveling around. Their graceful appearance attracted many curious eyes in the town.
Both young men are used to being the center of attention, and they are both calm and composed.
Although this town is small, it is quite prosperous. The streets at the entrance of the town are lined with restaurants and shops.
Xiao Yi looked around and was about to pick a restaurant when he heard Guan Yubai suggest: "Ayi, let's go to this 'No. 1' restaurant."
Looking along Guan Yubai's gaze, he saw a small wine shop a few feet away, with red wine flags flying wantonly in the wind.
Xiao Yi has never been picky, as long as he has meat, he directly expressed his agreement with actions, letting the dark clouds under his crotch run a few steps towards the wine shop, and then dismounted neatly.
Guan Yubai followed closely behind. He pulled the horse rope with his left hand, stopped the horse leisurely, and turned over. His smooth and flexible movements could not tell that he was a right-handed person just a few months ago.
Although this wine shop called "Zhuang Yuandi" is small, its business is good. A glance from the door shows that the restaurant is full of seats, and the aroma of wine hits the face, making people excited.
"Hello, gentlemen!" The waiter greeted him enthusiastically, "There are no seats inside. I wonder if you two would mind sitting outside..." As he said this, he looked at the wine shop apologetically. There are seven or eight tables under the bamboo shed set up outside, which is quite spacious.
The two young men looked at each other, picked a nearby table and sat down. Seeing this, the waiter smiled even more enthusiastically, helped tie the two horses to one side, and served their specialty dishes. introduced once.
After ordering, the waiter left, leaving only Xiao Yi and Guan Yubai, who were quite quiet.
The two drank tea slowly. Guan Yubai raised his eyes and looked at the wine flags fluttering in the wind above, and suddenly said: "Ayi, I plan to let Huang Hetai come to southern Xinjiang..."
Now, Xiao Yi also looked at the three words on the wine flag - No. 1 Scholar.
That champion! Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows, showing a hint of expectation.
Although Xiao Yi has never met the Huang Zhuangyuan mentioned in Guan Yubai's mouth, he has admired his name for a long time... This person behaves in a manner similar to that of my generation, which suits him!
Guan Yubai continued: "Although Huang Hetai is young and has a somewhat frivolous temper, he still has some ability as a political director... By then, the burden on Nanliang can be alleviated."
Xiao Yi raised the corners of his mouth, played with the tea cup in his hand with a smile, and said: "Xiao Bai, this way General Tian can finally come back." As he said, there was a hint of cunning in his smile, "General Tian has already written I have cried several times when I read the letter."
If there is anything that can drive a famous military general to tears, it is probably domestic affairs and people's livelihood!
Not only Fu Yunhe, Tian He and others, but now everyone in the army has almost changed their expressions upon hearing about this, fearing to avoid it.
Xiao Yi knew this, and so did Guan Yubai. The description inevitably added a hint of helplessness, and the two exchanged a look.
This is the biggest problem before them, they are short of manpower!
Guan Yubai tapped the knuckles of his left hand lightly on the table.
If Huang Hetai stayed in the capital, he would be nothing more than a small Imperial Academy. It would be better to go to Nanliang to show off his talents.
Guan Yubai squinted his eyes and said unhurriedly: "Ayi, now that the southern border has been decided, if we want the country to be safe and prosperous, we need not only military generals, but also civil servants. It's just that scholars are a bit pretentious. ..."
After ten years of hard work and no one asked, he became famous all over the world in one fell swoop.
The Confucian classics that scholars have learned is loyalty to the emperor, which means seeking goods from the emperor's family. They will only think that Zhennan Palace is a rebellious minister and traitor, and for the sake of their own reputation, they may not be willing to take refuge.
To put it nicely, it means that a scholar is noble, but to put it worse, it means that he is a foolish and loyal emperor.
Even if Southern Xinjiang did not voluntarily break away from Dayu, even if the emperor first issued an order to reduce the vassalage, these were enough to appease the generals and people of Southern Xinjiang, but not enough to make those foolish and loyal scholars surrender.
It just so happens that southern Xinjiang needs civil servants the most nowadays!
Xiao Yi thought of something, and a light flashed in his beautiful peach blossom eyes. Today is different from the past. Now the confrontation between Nanjiang and Dayu has been put on the table. In fact, they still have people who can rescue them, right?
At this time, there was a rapid sound of horse hoofbeats coming from the direction of the town entrance, and Xiao Yi and Guan Yubai followed the sound in unison.
I saw two knights coming on horseback, one was a young man from the Youqi Camp wearing black armor, and the other was a young man in gray robes. The horse's hooves were flying, and the anxiety in the visitor's heart was filled with the rapid sound of the horse's hoofbeats. Passed over.
Xiao Yi and Guan Yubai's hearts sank. Could something have happened? !
The two knights immediately noticed Xiao Yi and Guan Yubai under the bamboo shed, galloped towards them with clear goals, and then dismounted to pay tribute.
Xu Xiaowei from Youqi Camp cupped his fists and said: "Your Majesty, Lord Marquis, and the king all have people coming to report!"
Wearing the battle armor of the Southern Xinjiang Army, Colonel Xu was so eye-catching that he immediately attracted many passers-by to stop, and more and more curious eyes were cast on this small wine shop.
The gray-robed young man came from the royal capital day and night. He had not rested for many days. He seemed exhausted, but he still managed to report: "Your Majesty, Lord Marquis, the Emperor has passed away!"