Emperor Beili looked at the man lying on the big bed and wished he could strangle him to death with his own legs, because his son would become like that.
Because a child died, his temperament completely changed.
"The emperor is here." Eucommia retracted its leg from Sang Zhi's leg.
"How about it."
"The Eighth Prince has a powerful external force outside his body, but it is not easy to hold on until now. I hope his mood will fluctuate now, and the external force may break through his internal organs at any time."
"A powerful external force? How is it better than me?"
Du Zhong shook his head: "The external force belonging to the east is half of the force that is not outside the eighth prince's body."
Emperor Beili was extremely surprised when he heard this: "Who would send such a powerful external force to a child?"
"There are rumors in the world that there is a secret technique overseas. People who are poisoned will lose their external force rapidly. Zhudong speculated whether the person who delivers external force to the Eighth Prince must have been infected by this secret technique, so he grabbed a container for transmitting external force."
"Container? Is there a way to dissipate external forces?"
"If forced, the Eighth Prince would be afraid of living under the bright moon. Judging from the East, the Eighth Prince has extraordinary perseverance and has endured the pain of bone erosion. There should be no problem if he can bear the external force." Eucommia Eucommiae was very impressed by Sang Zhi's heart.
People who practice martial arts know the pain of external impact best. He has withstood the impact of external forces for a hundred years at a young age and survived, which is really rare in the world.
Emperor Beili frowned, Lao Ba had such a powerful external force, it would be terrible if he could not grow up in the future.
"The Emperor is here." Eunuch Li walked in and saluted.
Emperor Beili looked at him: "How are you doing?"
"When the eighty-year army baton was hit, the people stopped moving."
"died?"
"After being beaten with a hundred military sticks, it looked like he was dead. Dean Chen had people carry him back." Eunuch Li said.
"Huh, it's better to be dead. It will be an advantage for him if he is not dead. Let Mingyue of the Ministry of Revenue seize the General's Mansion. Instruct Mingyue of the Yamen to send people there. All the people in Bulong, dead or alive, will be expelled from Kyoto City. No one in the General's Mansion is allowed to be taken.
Take away anything in the house." Emperor Beili did not give them any chance to relax.
"no."
"I will go to Dali Temple quickly and ask someone to take Concubine Yuan Gui to the frontier immediately. I will also send some people to follow you secretly along the way to protect Concubine Yuan Gui's safety."
He was supposed to leave the city three days ago, but the city gate was sealed that month. Until now, he was afraid that Marquis Xiang Ming and Concubine Yuan Gui would meet him.
Eunuch Li's eyes moved: "No."
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At night, the General's Mansion is brightly lit.
Xiang Minghou's injury was very serious. Dean Chen used the medicine Ye Qianning gave him for external use. The effect of stopping the bleeding was very good and prevented him from having a high fever.
"He's like that, tossing back and forth, with several lives hanging in the balance. It would be a little slower if someone found some softer couches and put them in the carriage." Qianfu sent people out of the city to intercept him, but they didn't meet him.
I don’t know which way to go!
"Mr. Mingyue went out of the city with Xiang Minghou. I have some medicine for the little girl Liudong in my legs, so I can take care of it." Dean Chen poured out a pill from the porcelain bottle and put it into Xiang Minghou's mouth.
Let him hold it.
Everyone felt even more sad when they heard the words "little girl."
"Gu Shuo said that the dean has news, is it true?" Qian Fu choked up.
Dean Chen put away the medicine bottle, took out a piece of rice paper from his sleeve and opened it: "Someone will deliver that letter to me at noon tomorrow."
Qian Fu and Zhan Yi leaned over to watch, wondering in their hearts: "What is that?"
"That's the word "no"."
"嘘? It doesn't look like that."
"No, it's Ye Qianning's own original font." Qian Fanji's eyes were bright.
