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Chapter 227 Make A Liang a concubine

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The sunshine when I was born was hazy, which only added a very unreal feeling.

In the golden hall, gauze curtains were wrapped layer after layer. Several imperial doctors stood aside, shaking their heads anxiously and uneasily.

On the expensive gold silk carpet is a unicorn-shaped incense burner. A slow and slow smoke is emitted from it. There is a bit of uneasiness in the luxury.

"Father." This time, Yu Wuxia was really panicked. If he had been panicked before, it should have been the last time Hua Xuanji was in trouble.

The green eyebrows are no longer as gentle as before, but are slightly frowned. This is because the emperor fell ill early, and until now, the news has not spread except for him.

He glanced coldly at the surrounding doctors. For the first time, Yu Wuxia's voice became threatening.

"Who dares to reveal this matter? I will make you look good."

"Don't dare. Don't dare. Don't dare." Several imperial doctors had seen Yu Wuxia deliver goods. In their memories, he was always gentle and gentle. He almost always had a slight smile on his face, giving people the impression that he was easy to get along with. feeling.

But I didn't expect...

Everyone took a sharp breath. It seems that today's situation should be serious.

"Don't be so fierce. It's not like you. Besides, I'm not that serious." The prophet came over in a low voice with a somewhat hoarse voice. Although he tried his best to demonstrate, it was still weak.

Yu Wuxia hurriedly came to the bedside. Her voice sounded like a frightened child. "Father."

He has had no mother or father since he was a child. He knew that he was picked up by the prophet. Therefore, since he had memories, the only relative in his mind was this master.

His uneasiness, his sadness, and some emotions that he dared not reveal to outsiders were all exposed to the prophet.

Maybe he didn't know that they were father and son. But in his heart, the prophet was no different from his biological father.

What's more, they are indeed blood relatives.

The calloused hand slowly covered the flawless jade-like fingers. The prophet coughed lightly and smiled slightly: "That didn't look like you just now."

Yehua found the right moment. After the prophet spoke, he spoke calmly.

He slightly cupped his fists towards the prophet. Ye Hua's cool words drew everyone's attention back.

Several people in the room also noticed Ye Hua's arrival. They all looked at him in disbelief.

"Yehua." The prophet's voice could not conceal his surprise. "You are back."

"Yes. I'm back." Yehua said these words in a long and meaningful way. He is back. However, he is not the same as before. He wants to get his things back.

Sensing a certain aura from Ye Hua, Yu Wuxia became even more uneasy.

Qingge still didn't hear their conversation. She didn't know what the woman said to Yehua.

Yesterday it was clear that he looked unfamiliar, but today he seemed like a different person.

In the past, Yehua was already a very scary person in the eyes of others. However, at this time, Yu Wuxia understood that this man with a slight smile on his face must be more terrifying than before.

I just ask that you don’t hurt Hua Xuanji.

"Yes." Yu Wuxia also added: "Brother Huang is back. Father, you don't have to worry anymore."

In fact, Yu Wuxia looks more like a prophet, while Yehua has a touch of the queen's temperament. Coupled with the guilt of the past, the prophet knows that Yehua has always loved the throne most. So, before seeing Ye When he found Ye Hua's dead body, he also thought about leaving the position of prince to Ye Hua.

Of course. As long as those old guys in the court don't force him.

He's fine now. It just so happens that he's not in good health. And being the emperor is still so tiring. It's better for him to rest as soon as possible.

"Father." Yu Wuxia's voice was slightly choked with sobs. "Your body... you are still fine even though I saw you yesterday."

"I understand how I got my disease. You don't have to worry too much." Is there any other possibility? It can make a great prophet and the best medical expert cough up blood. Except for the backlog of the past many years ago. Disease. I’m afraid I can’t think of anything else.

"Yehua." The prophet cast a reassuring look at Yu Wuxia and asked him slowly: "Where have you been this past year."

Yehua thought that the prophet was kept in the dark by Yu Wuxia and Hua Xuanji. He said: "I was rescued by a girl. I rested in the mountains for a year."

"It's just... a girl." The prophet asked tentatively.

He wants to know more.

Seeing the prophet's expression, Ye Hua felt a vague sense of uneasiness in his heart. He swallowed the words on his lips and said instead: "It's just a girl."

"Well..." the prophet drawled a long note thoughtfully, coughed slightly, and said to Eunuch Li who was standing aside: "Bring a pen and paper. I want to write an imperial edict."

"Father, you are already so tired. Why not take a rest first..." Yu Wuxia said with some distress from the side.

He didn't mean anything else. It was just out of concern for the prophet. However, in Yehua's ears at this time, it seemed like evidence to hinder him.

At this time, he is still resisting. He is really unwilling to give up until he hits the wall.

"Father." Yehua followed Yu Wuxia's words: "The emperor is right. Father is not feeling well at the moment. If you have anything to tell me, please let me do it for you."

"Okay." The prophet answered happily.

Paper and pen were quickly brought up. The prophet coughed lightly and sat up with Yu Wuxia's support.

"By God's blessing, the emperor issued an edict: My dragon body is not in good condition today, and I am unable to deal with the affairs of the court. It just so happened that the prince recovered from his injury and returned safely. He passed on my will and passed on the throne to the prince Yuhua (because the fortune teller's surname is Yu. That’s why it’s called Yuhua here.) I admire this.”

Every stroke is filled with heavy strokes. Every word is written with 'hatred' for Yu Wuxia.

I didn't expect that someone who looked so weak and gentle would treat me like this. Even the emperor was confused by him.

This Yu Wuxia is really too scheming.

He held the imperial edict in front of the emperor with both hands. Yehua said respectfully: "Father, the imperial edict has been drafted. Please take a look at it."

No one stopped me, because there was no time to stop me. Those ministers are probably still sleeping at home or with the beauty in their arms. However, even if this matter is explained in court, no one will object.

Because the prince originally belonged to Yehua and has never changed.

Becoming emperor is only a matter of time.

"Believe it or not." The naughty character of the prophet came back. "When I take the throne, I will be in good health."

"Believe it. Of course I believe it." Yu Wuxia stood aside, but the emperor said again:

"By the way. You are both in your early twenties this year. It seems that the position of the mistress has not been decided yet."

Just one word from the prophet Yun Danfengqing without thinking. The faces of Yehua and Yu Wuxia stiffened at the same time.

"Ahua." The prophet waved towards Yehua and motioned for him to sit next to him, "Xuanji is a good child. She has been waiting for you for a year. You don't know how sad she was when she learned that you were gone. Now the pain is finally over. Set the date earlier and be happy. Otherwise, it would be very sad for her, a daughter's family, to raise a child for you without a name or status."

"All these sons know." When Yehua said this, his eyes kept falling on Yu Wuxia. Feeling his face slowly turn pale, Yu Wuxia snorted coldly in his heart.

Sad. That was just a trick she did for outsiders to see. Behind her back, maybe Dinggen, the younger brother of the emperor, had made many cuckolds to herself.

He pursed his lips slightly and smiled. However, the smile could not reach his eyes: "My son also had this wish. Unexpectedly, my father said it first."

"That's good. That's good." He patted Ye Hua's hand happily. The emperor turned his attention to Yu Wuxia again: "Hurry up and find one. He's so old. It's okay to have a concubine. Yes. Yes. I think the girl from Li Shilang's family is pretty good. She is very nice and has a good temper. I have met her once before and she looks first-class."

The prophet returned to his nagging habit. He kept praising the girl to Yu Wuxia...

The woman's laughter and anger suddenly flashed through her mind. Her green eyes could not conceal her disappointment.

No matter how good it is, what's the use? It's not her.

The corners of her lips raised helplessly. Yu Wuxia's face was so white that it was almost transparent. But she still forced a smile: "Father said yes. That's all. Everything is subject to Father's orders."

How could the prophet not hear the helplessness in Yu Wuxia's heart? To put it bluntly, they all fell in love with someone they shouldn't love. I just hope that he won't be like me and make mistakes.

"Then you want to say it's all based on my orders. I've found all the ministers' daughters. You can pick whatever you want. Pick whatever you want. Hahahahaha~"

The prophet smiled heartily, but he also deliberately wanted to make Yu Wuxia happy.

Yu Wuxia slightly raised the corners of her lips. In line with the emperor's words: "Then I will be more respectful than obey your orders. I just hope that not everyone will be taken by me by then."

"Hahahahaha~" The hearty laughter slowly spread in the smoke-filled hut. Others also laughed with the emperor. However, except for the prophet, no one really came from the heart.

Among them, the one with the most number was Yehua, who was sitting beside him in a red outfit.

He felt that the time was almost here. Yehua raised his eyebrows slightly. "Father, I have one more unkind request."

"Oh." Seeing Yehua's serious look, the prophet slowly stopped smiling. But he still said in a good tone: "What's the matter? But it doesn't matter."

Holding fists with both hands, Yehua knelt in front of the prophet respectfully: "Because that woman saved me and took care of me for a year. Therefore, I want to make Hua Xuanji my concubine and at the same time make her my sidekick."


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