After Emperor Mingyuan talked with Prince Rui and calmly, he ordered the decree to go to Prince Ji's mansion and he returned to the imperial study room.

Madam Mu Ru advised him to rest, but he shook his head, "Come in and talk to me."

My father-in-law Mu Ru responded, came in and made tea first, and then stood beside him with his hands down.

Emperor Mingyuan leaned halfway on the Arhat bed, reached out to rub his eyebrows, and the wrinkles on his forehead seemed to be deeper.

"Boss is thirty years old this year, right?" Emperor Mingyuan spoke slowly, his voice feeling tired and hoarse.

"Back to the emperor, yes, King Ji is thirty this year." Mr. Mu Ru arrived.

Emperor Mingyuan nodded, "We are walking fast these days. I seem to see them yesterday. They are just half-grown children. In the blink of an eye, I know that my brothers and feet are tragic."

Madam Mu Ru was startled, and quickly knelt down and said in panic: "Master!"

Emperor Mingyuan sneered, "I never said it, right? If I don't say it, will I not know it?"

Madam Mu Ru dared not speak.

"Among my sons, I have high expectations for the boss. Since childhood, he has been outstanding and smart and steady, but over the years, he has become more and more impetuous and complacent, and his ambition is getting stronger. I don't know what he has to do with his mind? He has disappointed me."

"Emperor, King Ji will correct his mistakes." Madam Mu Ru didn't know what the emperor intended, and did not dare to speculate on himself. She could only comfort him softly.

Emperor Mingyuan said sternly: "Chang? You can change your temperament, how can you change your ambitions? Now that he is not the prince, he is already tragic. Once he gains power, I am older, and his younger brothers will all die at his hands?"

Madam Mu Ru's face turned pale, "Don't calm down!"

"The second child is ordinary,

The third brother is capable but irritable, while the fourth brother is still capable. Unfortunately, he is narrow-minded and can't tolerate others. The sixth brother is calm. After he has been sick for many years, he is afraid that he can only enfeoff one party and become the king of free luck. Lao Qi, Lao Ba, my legitimate son, Lao Ba is a brain-related matter. Lao Qi is more confused than Lao Ba, especially married a wife who is tired of life. As for Lao Jiu, it's just."

He counted eight of his nine sons, and all sighed heavily and powerlessly.

When Madam Mu Ru didn't hear the emperor say the fifth King of Chu, he asked in a low voice: "Emperor, there is also the King of Chu."

Emperor Mingyuan picked up the tea and slowly pushed the tea foam on the water with a cup lid, his eyes wide open, "Lao Wu..."

He closed the cup and said, "The fifth wife is pretty good. Although she always acts smart, she is kind, brave and decisive, and her parents' family is a bit annoying."

"Yes!" Madam Mu Ru responded, but the emperor never said what the King of Chu had.

Emperor Mingyuan will not say anything.

Madam Mu Ru retreated.

As soon as he went out, he saw someone coming from Tsinghua Palace and said that the Eighth Prince had woken up.

Moral Mu Ru hurried back to report to Emperor Mingyuan. Emperor Mingyuan was shocked and said to Moral Mu Ru, "I just said that the fifth wife of the old man has less to say. She has the ability to turn decay into magic, let's go!"

Madam Mu Ru smiled and preached loudly: "The Emperor is in the Tsinghua Palace."

The Eighth Prince woke up, but he just snorted in a daze and his eyes never opened again.

However, when he called him, he also felt that his eyelids moved, but he couldn't lift them up.

Yuan Qingling reported: "The eighth brother's injury has always been too serious, and he is bleeding internally

It stopped, but the fever started to develop from midnight. I gave the antipyretic medicine and it was reduced. However, after the fever, people will be particularly weak, so I still have to observe again."

Emperor Mingyuan was a little disappointed, "In this way, I'm not sure I can recover?"

Yuan Qingling said: "I'm not sure."

The main reason is that she can use too little medicine on the Eighth Prince.

I hope the Chinese medicine will work.

This situation lasted for two days. The Eighth Prince woke up several times, but he just opened his eyes and closed it slowly.

The queen's patience was completely gone. As soon as Tian Yuanqingling gave the Eighth Prince an infusion, she said angrily: "I don't know if it was because of the blood of those people in his body that would make him slow down."

In the queen's opinion, the Eighth Prince's blood is noble, and the Ninth Prince and those imperial guards are naturally incomparable.

Yuan Qingling knew that many people here had blood superstitions.

It seems that blood is messed up, which will lead to a significant reduction in identity or a lack of God's blessing.

Yuan Qingling did not answer the queen's words. In fact, she was exhausted and almost collapsed.

When the queen saw that she ignored her, she became more angry, but the emperor believed her and she had no choice.

On the fifth day in the palace, perhaps God saw Lian, and Yuan Qingling was almost in a state of disgrace, which finally improved the situation of the Eighth Prince.

He really woke up, and he opened his eyes and kept looking at Yuan Qingling.

Yuan Qingling smiled and stepped back.

The queen rushed over and hugged him naturally cried.

The palace maid came over to help the queen away. The imperial doctor stepped forward and finally said happily to Emperor Mingyuan: "It's stable, it's stable."

Mingyuan Emperor retreated everyone

, only Yuan Qingling was left in the hall.

The queen was very puzzled, but she could only follow the order and wait for it first.

Yuan Qingling's heart was also pounding.

He knew that the emperor wanted to do the final verification.

This verification may be because he has not believed in Lao Wu.

Or maybe, he wants to completely restore the innocence of Lao Wu.

But no matter what, you have to ask.

What she was worried about was that the eighth prince had just woken up, and whether he still had that memory? And whether he had a misunderstanding?

Emperor Mingyuan's hand stroked the eighth prince's face, and even pampered and felt distressed, "Good boy, does it still hurt?"

"It hurts!" said the eighth prince, his voice was very small and he had no strength at all.

"Be good, bear it for a while, and you won't hurt." Emperor Mingyuan comforted him.

"It hurts!" The eighth prince said.

Emperor Mingyuan looked back at Yuan Qingling, "Is there any pain relief medicine?"

"I gave it to you." Yuan Qingling said.

Emperor Mingyuan held the eighth prince's hand, "Did you hear it? I gave the painkiller and it won't hurt in a while."

The eighth prince didn't say anything, turned his eyes to look at Yuan Qingling.

Yuan Qingling stepped forward a little and gave him an encouraging look.

Emperor Mingyuan asked softly: "Chang'er, tell your father, who hurt you?"

The eighth prince frowned and thought for a moment. His pale face was almost transparent, as fragile as a man made of sand.

"Fifth Brother..."

These two words were spit out from his lips. Yuan Qingling was so shocked that his head was blown open, and his heart suddenly rushed into the air, floating, and he couldn't even control his breathing.

Emperor Mingyuan's face remained unchanged and continued to whisper, "Well, what's wrong with Brother Fifth?"

The eighth prince said: "If you reach out and grab the fifth brother, it's not the fifth brother. Xiao Dezi fell down and I'm bleeding here."

He shrank

He turned around and touched his wound, tears in his eyes, "It hurts."

Yuan Qingling almost fell to the ground. Alas, this is so scared that he would be scared to death if he had less effort.

Emperor Mingyuan comforted with a smile, "Okay, the imperial doctor has another purple gold elixir. My father ordered someone to take it for you. How many days apart can I take another one. This purple gold elixir was given to you by your ninth brother."
Chapter completed!