At this time, in the dormitory were the heartbroken Emperor Yongming, the anxious-looking Su Zhangyuan, the frowning and silent Duke Dingguo, several solemn-faced ministers of the six departments, the imperial guard general Murong Yao and the imperial captain Murong Shen.
Column left and right.
Several princes and princes were also there. Xu Jing was closest to the bed, his eyes full of worry.
Empress Su didn't care about anyone at all, she quickly rushed to the bed, tightly held the prince's cold legs, and burst into tears.
Emperor Yongming suppressed his grief and whispered: "Queen, don't be too panicked, the doctors will definitely save the prince."
Doctor Wan was one step forward and his voice was a little hoarse: "I would like to give you an acupuncture first aid for the east of the palace. Please step aside a little and let me go in front."
Empress Su stood up and backed away with sobs, and leaned helplessly beside Emperor Yongming: "The prince has two shortcomings, and I will not survive. If the emperor is here, I must save their son."
Emperor Yongming had all kinds of choices and was stupid, but he loved his son as much as Empress Su. After hearing Empress Su's heartbreaking words, Emperor Yongming felt as if his heart had been ripped out. He said with red eyes: "Don't be afraid.
Their baby will be fine. He had heart attacks before and was saved every time. This will make his life better."
No, that time was different.
Queen Su's heart felt like it was being grasped tightly by a huge leg, and she gasped in pain. As a mother, she has an almost terrifyingly sharp intuition.
She looked at the prince lying on the bed with his face as red as paper and as breathless as silk, and suddenly felt a little trance. It was as if a picture that had been buried in the depths of her memory jumped into her mind.
It seemed that just on that bed, her son closed his eyes forever.
Queen Su bit her lip hard, leaving a bloody mark on her east lip, forcing herself to drive that horrific scene out of her mind.
Xu Jing, who was standing aside, stared closely at the prince's red face and clenched his right fist hard.
On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the prince was indeed doomed.
Cousin, I must make it through.
Lieutenant Murong, who was standing in the corner, could not clearly see the appearance of the prince lying on the bed through the crowds of people. From the painful and suppressed sobs of Empress Su and the almost stagnant atmosphere of silence among the ministers, he also knew that at this moment
The prince is not wonderful.
I have been waiting for this day for so long.
Murong Shen quietly raised the corner of his mouth.
The prince fell ill and died, and Queen Su became seriously ill and passed away soon after. Emperor Yongming suffered heavy blows one after another, his mind was in chaos, and he refused to serve in court anymore. They, father and son, were closest to the emperor and the most trusted by Emperor Yongming. They could be used to threaten him in the future.
The emperor spread his arms over the government, eradicated dissidents step by step, swallowed up the court, and changed dynasties before...
If not for his amazing self-control, I was afraid that I couldn't help but laugh out loud at this moment.
The anger and gloom in my heart all turned into indescribable joy, flowing through my limbs.
General Murong seemed to notice something, he quickly turned his head and glanced over in warning.
Murong Shen suppressed the corner of his mouth and quietly exited the bedroom.
As soon as he walked out of the dormitory, a familiar figure rushed over and grabbed his arm: "Brother! What happened to Prince Diandong?"
That reckless and impulsive woman is the concubine of the Eastern Palace Prince Murong Yan.
Murong Shen frowned and said calmly: "Murong Concubine, please lower your legs first."
In the palace, there are rules for everything you say and do. As the crown prince's concubine, you can't be that close even if you meet your biological brother.
Murong Yan was so worried and anxious that she didn't care about that at all. She had no intention of letting go: "Tell him quickly, how is the prince's palace? Can the doctors revive the palace?"
Murong Shen's eyes flashed with anger and dissatisfaction. He glanced at Murong Yan and whispered: "Then those words are not what Murong Concubine should ask. The prince's palace has his own protection in the sky. Nothing will happen. Please Murong Concubine."
Be patient and wait.”
The coldness in Murong Shen's eyes made Murong Yan tremble all over. She finally recovered from her panic, slowly loosened her legs and took a step back.
Murong Shen arched his legs and continued walking.
Because of the sudden heart attack in the Prince's Palace, the guards in Fuyou Palace were frightened and lost the peace and quiet of Pingyue. They actually gathered together while on duty and whispered something.
Murong Shen scolded him coldly: "What are we doing when we are on duty? Go back to where we are!"
The guards remained silent and rolled back to their positions.
With a handsome face, Murong Shenhan looked around the inside and outside of Fuyou Hall. No one knew whether his expressionless appearance meant how excited he was in his heart.
…
Outside the bedroom, Doctor Wan, who was walking beside the bed, looked solemn. He quickly picked up a golden needle and stabbed it into the prince's head, face and chest.
The slender golden needles are frightening to look at.
Everyone held their breath, and no one shut up.
Prince Xihe glanced at Prince Yingchuan quietly. Prince Yingchuan's face was solemn, and he was so happy that he almost laughed out loud.
Does the sky really have eyes?
The prince is indeed a short-lived ghost.
An hour later, the prince opened his eyes.
Doctor Wan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and took a deep breath.
Prince Yingchuan was a little disappointed, and then he thought about it. Even if the prince was lucky enough to escape that time, what about the east time? What about the east time? Sooner or later, the king of hell will ask for his life. At that time, Emperor Yongming can choose one from the clan.
Adopt the throne and establish the crown prince again.
Who else could that person be besides him?
Thinking about it, Prince Yingchuan was in a great mood.
The civil and military ministers, who held their hearts high, finally breathed a sigh of relief. The young Su Zhangyuan was so excited that he shed tears on the spot.
If the prince closes his eyes, the country will be in turmoil without a heir. If it is small, the Su family will lose its biggest support and support.
Queen Su was so excited that her eyes filled with tears, and she kept calling the prince's name. Emperor Yongming was equally excited and delighted, with water shining in his eyes.
Xu Jing also blushed.
When the cousin opens his eyes and wakes up, it will be seen whether he has survived the disaster. Just as Yue Yaer's sister said, many things in that life were different from the previous life, and the prince's fate was also quietly changing.
The prince couldn't shut up for a moment. It took a long time for his distracted eyes to focus, and he glanced at the faces of everyone beside the bed one by one.
At first it fell on Xu Jing's face.
Xu Jing's heart moved, so he walked forward and whispered: "Cousin, do you have anything to say to him?"
The prince struggled to squeeze out one word: "Yes."
Everyone's eyes turned over.
The prince looked at Emperor Yongming again, with a pleading look in his eyes.
Emperor Yongming did not ask for help from outside attendants, but strenuously walked to the bed: "Jun'er, I just woke up, and I don't have much strength. I need to recuperate my body first, and wait until I regain my strength."
"Buyong, whatever I ask for, my father will grant it to me."
His ruthless heart is touching.
The prince's eyes flashed with water, and he weakly squeezed out a few words: "No, I beg you to speak now."
