Huangfu Ling walked towards the emperor with the medicine bowl, sat on the bedside, gently scooped up a spoonful of medicine with his right hand, and was about to feed it to the emperor. When the emperor saw that it was Huangfu Ling coming over, he still felt a little awkward and did not speak.
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Huangfuling smiled, took a sip first, and coaxed patiently: "Father, the medicine is no longer hot. It will hurt your health if it cools down later."
He smiled gently and treated the emperor with the same filial piety as before. The emperor couldn't help but feel a little dazed, thinking that this son was still the most sensible and filial good son before. Just thinking about that incident, he felt something in his heart
A knot that cannot be solved.
Taking advantage of the emperor's momentary trance, no one noticed that Huangfu Ling's left hand holding the medicine bowl suddenly changed hands, and then changed it back again.
His movements were so natural that no one felt the slightest violation.
The emperor still did not open his mouth.
"Father, please drink the medicine carefully so that you can get better quickly." Huangfuling took another spoonful of medicine and brought it to the emperor's lips.
The emperor finally opened his mouth, but he didn't notice the flash of relaxation in Huangfuling's eyes.
After feeding the emperor and finishing the medicine, Huangfuling handed the medicine bowl to the chamberlain and said to the emperor with a chuckle: "Father, I heard that the third brother has been defeated in Bei Meng, and I think he will leave for Beijing soon. Father will also be there early.
It’s about getting better.”
The news had just reached the capital. The emperor had been recuperating all day and had not seen his courtiers. Therefore, the matter had not been mentioned to the emperor yet.
The emperor was stunned for a moment, his eyes dark.
Huangfuling added another sentence: "Now the people in Beiguan have built a shrine to worship the third brother, praying that he can bless Beiguan's peace, and praying to God to bless him with a long life."
The emperor's face turned a little pale, but Huangfuling stopped talking, changed the subject, said something else, and then stood up and left.
Zhou Song, whom the emperor sent to Beiguan, did not return and the emperor did not receive any news from him. This can only mean that he either died on the way or was killed by Huangfu Yan.
After all, the emperor underestimated his son. He always thought that he was weak and sick, and he was afraid that he would die early. But he never thought that this was another An Jingcheng.
But with the way he is now, I'm afraid he won't be able to do anything.
He vaguely felt that some things were no longer up to him to make the decision. He couldn't even speak clearly now, and he was powerless to do anything he wanted to do.
The emperor suddenly felt a sense of despair.
In his life, he thought he had done a lot of things, but when he died, he found that nothing seemed to have been done. When An Jingcheng fought in the Three Kingdoms, he had a chance to unify the world, but he was worried that An Jingcheng had a conspiracy.
With a rebellious heart, she just tried to find a way to get him back. Although after that battle, the imperial kingdom had been prestigious for more than ten years, but now, the smoke has risen again, and the four countries are once again fighting to the death. After all, the people of the world will suffer.
The son he hated the most, he had used and harmed for almost thirty years, but in the end, he shouldered the heavy responsibility with his sick body and fought against Northern Mongolia, which made him fearful and a little relieved. At least, the empire had not been destroyed by him.
At his hands. And his most beloved son could even deceive him, which made him feel infinitely conflicted and complicated. He couldn't hate it. After all, he had been his favorite for many years, and it was hard to forgive him because that incident really hurt him.