After a long time, Hong Zhou said solemnly: "Since the emperor believes in destiny, he should believe in the cycle of heaven. You killed hundreds of people to save the life of the twelfth brother and keep this secret, but the sky is watching. The emperor feels that the twelfth brother
Will my journey really be smooth and painless in the future?"
Hongli's heart skipped a beat, but he said calmly: "Yongzhen is the future emperor of the Qing Dynasty. As long as he survives the disaster, he will naturally be in peace and everything will be fine."
"My brother is only worried that in the future, the twelfth elder brother will be counterattacked by heaven as Master Yun Zhongzi said, and will end up in a worse end than now. By then, the fourth brother will have harmed the twelfth elder brother!"
Hongli was annoyed by what he said and said sternly: "You are talking nonsense, how could such a thing happen?"
Hong Zhou sighed in a deep voice: "The twelfth elder brother is well-behaved and intelligent. How can I bear to see anything happen to him? However, the emperor's move is really inappropriate. Furthermore, who can guarantee that the lives of the ninety-nine boys will be saved?"
Can a heartache really change the fate of the twelfth brother and save his life?" Seeing Hongli silent, he knelt down and said: "I beg Fourth Brother to think twice!"
Hong Li lowered his head and looked at Hong Zhou who was kneeling in front of him, and suddenly said: "Come with me!"
Hong Zhou didn't know what he meant, so he stood up and followed him out of the Yangxin Hall. It was already winter now. As soon as he stepped out of the hall, he felt a chill coming to his face. But there was no sun today, making it even colder.
The skin exposed outside the clothes turned cold after a while.
Hongli looked up at the gloomy sky and said softly: "Lao Wu, what do you think of the weather today?"
His strange question made Hong Zhou startled. After a while, he said: "The sky is gloomy today and there is no sunshine. It's really not a good thing."
Hongli murmured and repeated something, and suddenly laughed. This was the first time Yongxing had laughed since he got sick, "But I think the weather is very good today. Do you know why?"
Hong Zhou shook his head and said, "I forgive my brother for being stupid and not understanding the emperor's intention."
Hongli closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and said: "Because at this moment, I can see the same sky as Yongchen. As long as he is alive, no matter how gloomy the sky is, or even the violent storm, in my opinion
It’s good; not just me, the Queen
The same is true." After saying that, he withdrew his gaze, fell on Hong Zhou's face, and said sadly: "Lao Wu, I know that doing this will cause a lot of murders, but you want me to watch Yong Xing die, and watch
The queen is in pain, I really can’t do it!"
"Brother Chen understands, but..." Hong Zhou wanted to persuade, but looking at Hong Li's eyes full of sadness, he couldn't say the words out of his mouth; yes, no matter what Hong Li wanted to do or how many people he wanted to kill,
Man, his original intention is just to save his son!
I would like to ask, which person in the world would be willing to watch his beloved son die?
He felt that Hongli was wrong, and Yun Zhongzi and Kong Jing also felt that Hongli was wrong. So... was it right to sit back and watch Yongxing die from the torture of smallpox? He couldn't answer.
On the other side, Hongli looked at the sky and said again: "I am willing to bear all the evil consequences of murder. I just hope that the queen and Yong Cang can be safe and have no worries."
After a long silence, Hong Zhou knelt down again. Before he could say anything, Hong Li shook his head and said, "It's useless. No matter what you say, I will never change my mind."
"I know that the fourth brother regards the twelfth elder brother as his life, and he will definitely not give up the opportunity to save the twelfth elder brother. I just want to ask the emperor for one more day of grace."
"One day..." Hongli lowered his eyes and said, "Do you think things will change after one more day?"
Hong Zhou raised his head and said: "Although one day is not long, a miracle may happen. If the time comes, I really have to use secret methods to complete the destiny of the twelve princes..." He gritted his teeth and said:
"Brother, I will never stop you again!"
Hongli looked at him silently for a long time, then nodded and said: "Okay, I promise you, if you have one more day of grace, before sunset the day after tomorrow, if Yun Zhongzi still refuses to cast the spell, I will destroy his orthodoxy and leave no one behind!"
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"Thank you, Your Majesty!" One day is the maximum grace Hong Zhou can ask for. I hope Yongxu's condition will improve before sunset the day after tomorrow, otherwise... countless people will die!
It is said that after Yun Zhongzi and his two brothers returned to Ziyun Temple and Wanshou Temple respectively, they closed the door and refused any pilgrims. They led all their disciples to gather in the main hall and chant sutras and pray day and night.
Wei Xiuyan became a monk in Ziyun Temple. Although Yun Zhongzi did not ask her to pray together, how could such a big movement be unreasonable? She came to the temple on her own and quietly sat next to a disciple who was chanting sutras. She was surrounded by
After taking a look, he whispered: "Brother, what are you doing?"
The disciple was interrupted by her chanting and opened his eyes with some displeasure, "Of course we are praying together with the master."
Wei Xiuyan's heart moved, and she remembered that when she entered the palace, Hongli ordered her to pray for blessings at the Yangxin Hall, and asked: "I wonder who the master asked all the senior brothers to pray for?"
The disciple shook his head and said: "Although over the years, every once in a while, the master would lead people to pray, but he never mentioned who he was praying for."
Wei Xiuyan raised her eyebrows and said, "Senior brother, are you saying that you have been praying like this for several years?" After the man nodded, she added, "Senior brother, do you still remember the specific year it started?"
"It seems..." midway through his words, the man suddenly looked at Wei Xiuyan warily, "Why are you asking this?"
Wei Xiuyan panicked and covered it up: "It's nothing, I'm just curious."
The man looked at her doubtfully and asked, "Did the headmaster ask you to come here?"
"I..." Wei Xiuyan wanted to nod, but Yun Zhongzi was above. Once confronted, the lie would be exposed immediately. After several considerations, she said: "The master did not send an order. I came here on my own. I want to talk to you senior brothers."
Let’s pray together.”
The man shook his head and said: "You have only arrived here not long ago and have not studied the Taoism in our sect deeply. There is no use staying here. You should go back."
Wei Xiuyan originally wanted to find someone else to inquire, but seeing that person staring at her all the time, she knew that even if she stayed, she wouldn't be able to ask anything, so she had to get up and leave, waiting to ask again later.
While they prayed thoroughly and continuously, Yongxing's condition continued to worsen. That night, the body temperature that had been suppressed surged up again. His whole body was as hot as a stove. The small rashes began to spread all over his body and became worse.
It was extremely itchy, and if it wasn't for the palace attendants holding it down, Yong Cang would have been unable to resist scratching it.
Xu Rongyuan has already entered the palace and is diagnosing Yong Cang's pulse. Xianyue is waiting anxiously aside. When she sees him holding back, she can't wait to say: "Mr. Xu, how is Yong Cang? Is it okay?"