The Golden Age Chapter 800: The pain of losing a child

The butler still bowed, but raised his head slightly, glanced at Guo Xiang, and fell to his knees.

The Prime Minister was even more stunned.

The butler is indeed his servant, but most of the time, the country also gives a certain courtesy to this close servant. When alone, he never let him kneel and salute. This is not for the country minister. What a major event, but it gave a servant the greatest courtesy.

At this moment, the butler knelt directly, extremely abnormal.

"The old slave just waited in the pigeon house for the book delivery in Hangzhou." The housekeeper lowered his head, his voice was heavy and slow: "It's Chen Jiushang who reported it."

The name Chen Jiushang is not too unfamiliar to China.

Chen Jiushang is one of the blood harriers of Xiangfu. This time Xiahouning went to Hangzhou. Although he led a good soldier and had many soldiers and horses, in order to ensure the absolute safety of Xiahouning, Xiangfu sent four personal guards. , All four of them belonged to the blood harrier of Xiangfu, headed by the black-headed eagle, and Chen Jiushang was one of the other three guards.

Although the prime minister is old, his thinking is extremely quick.

"Chen Jiushang?" The prime minister frowned, "Where is the black-headed eagle?"

According to the rules, if the four guards have a secret report, it should be reported by the black-headed eagle, and the other three are not in turn. The blood harrier is strictly hierarchical, and the other three dare not directly pass the black-headed eagle and play to Kyoto. Reported.

The butler was silent for a while, and finally raised his hand, and presented a piece of secret music paper as thin as a cicada's wings.

Guoxiang felt uneasy, but he stretched out his hand to take it. He just glanced at the light. The hand holding the piece of paper was already trembling, and his pupils contracted. He seemed to want to stand up, but his **** just left the chair. I felt that my legs didn't even have a trace of strength. I stretched out my hand to grasp the table and stabilized my body, but my fingers only touched the edge of the table, and the whole person had already collapsed backwards involuntarily.

The butler flew over and rushed over and held the Guoxiang who was already lying on the ground, only to find that Guoxiang's face was like a dead man, pale and terrifying, without a trace of blood.

"This is a scam...!" Guoxiang's voice was so weak that even he was surprised, and muttered: "Someone wants...want to lie to us... .!" There was a strange noise in his throat, and then the leader of the hundred officials vomited. The food he had just used not long ago poured out of his mouth, but he did not stop and kept vomiting.

He knows how to keep healthy. Although he has his favorite garlic catfish for dinner, he doesn't eat much.

There was a piece of dirt on the ground, and later this old Xiangguo could only vomit bitter water from his throat, his entire face was vomiting, and at first he was pale and bloodless, rapidly congested and blood-red.

The butler did not call anyone, but just held one of Guoxiang’s arm.

He knew that the prime minister would never let anyone see what it looks like now. This old prime minister has always paid attention to dignity. Not only has he always been respectful and respectful in front of his officials, he has always maintained it even when he is in the prime minister. The power of this mansion.

So like an injured old dog struggling to death, Guoxiang definitely cannot let a third person see it.

After a period of painful retching, the prime minister leaned weakly on the butler. This old energetic old man, after watching the secret melodies,

Watching Xiahou's family decline with my own eyes, my decades of hard work will be in vain...! "

The old housekeeper felt Guo Xiang's body start to tremble.

"From the day Ning'er was born, I started planning for him to inherit the burden of Xiahou's family." Guoxiang's two hands trembled: "For this reason, I have spent countless efforts to cultivate him in those years. .... In the end, supporting the saint back then was for him. But... But he is gone now, Xuan Jing, tell me, what should I do?" Grasp the old butler’s hand: "You tell me , Is he really gone? This secret melodrama is fake, right?"

The old butler looked at Guoxiang’s eyes. Of course he could understand Guoxiang’s current mood, but he knew better that the blood harrier in Hangzhou would never send uncertain information back to Kyoto. And when it comes to the death of An Xinghou, the blood harrier will not be able to pass the book back without confirmation.

This secret memorial was sent over, and it was almost certain that Anxinghou Xiahouning was indeed assassinated in Hangzhou, and he had already died.

"The old slave will let people confirm." The old housekeeper solemnly said: "The prime minister, no matter what the result is, you must take care of your health. Right now Xiahou's family needs your support. If there is any accident with Hou Ye, Xiahou's family will also It’s all up to you for your support. Everyone can fall, but you can’t fall!"

At this time, only the old butler dared to talk to the state minister like this, and only the old butler would say these things.

He lifted up the old Guoxiang, let him sit down in a chair, took the tea, let Guoxiang cough with the tea, Guoxiang shrank in the Nanmu Taishi chair, his eyes were dull, obviously he could not for a while Completely recovered from the grief.

In the imperial study room of the palace, the Empress of the Datang Dynasty dressed in casual clothes, reviewing memorials in the imperial study room.

The chief of the palace, Sun Meier, stayed with the saint as always, and Wei Wuya, the chief eunuch, stood respectfully in the corner for decades, like a sculpture standing in the corner, motionless and very motionless. It's easy to be ignored.

Two grasshopper calls came from outside. They were not loud, but Wei Wuya, who had always been like a sculpture, raised his eyes. He didn't say much, but bowed his body and slowly retreated from a small door on the side. Got out.

Of course, the grasshopper's call is not because there is a grasshopper outside the royal study room, it's just a signal.

The saint reviewing memorials at night, of course, no one can disturb, but if there are tens of thousands of urgent matters reported, without disturbing the saint, they can only find another way. Naturally, the eunuchs in the palace can come to report. , And all the eunuchs obeyed the chief Wei Wuya, so they first sent a signal to notify Wei Wuya and reported the information to Wei Wuya, and then Wei Wuya decided whether to report it to the saint immediately.

Although Wei Wuya is in the palace, he is the ears and eyes of a sage. Everything under control is under control, while the Ziyijian is Wei Wuya's eyes and ears. Important information enters Wei Wuya every day. In his mind, this allowed Wei Wuya to respond to the inquiries of the saint at any time.

Only for a moment, Wei Wuya returned from the small door to the imperial study room. He raised his head and glanced at the saint who was reading the memorials, but he didn't bother him immediately.

"What's going on?" The saint seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and while reviewing the memorials, he asked: "It's so late, what's going on in a hurry? Is there something going on in the south of the Yangtze River?"