From the study room of the Prince in the East Palace, Empress Su's mournful cries and calls could be heard: "Jun'er, wake up! My father and mother are here, please wake up quickly."
Prince Xu Jun was lying upright on the bed, his face pale and colorless.
Four hours have passed since the onset of the disease. From morning to dusk, the sky is getting darker little by little.
All the doctors in the imperial hospital gathered here and tried their best to wake up the prince.
The prince's breathing became weaker and weaker. It was like a candle that was about to burn out and would be extinguished at any time.
Queen Su sat beside the bed, crying like rain, her voice became hoarse and her eyes were red from crying.
Emperor Yongming did not cry sadly, but just sat blankly on the large chair, staring closely at his son's face as pale as paper.
Murong Yao, Murong Shen and his son were still kneeling outside the East Palace.
The Crown Princess of Beihai was the first to enter the palace.
Prince Xihe looked unhappy, stretched out his leg and kicked the chamberlain. The chamberlain was kicked in the heart, and blood suddenly flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Speaking of which, the princes of several feudal lords have been in the capital for more than two years, and each has his own shortcomings in temperament. Prince Xihe is impulsive and reckless, Prince Yingchuan is sinister and shameless, and Prince Pengcheng is as frail and sick as the prince. Prince Pyeongchang has a thin sense of presence.
The crown prince and the crown prince of Hanyang were timid and cowardly. They had neither responsibility nor any merit.
Prince Pengcheng hesitated for a moment and reminded in a low voice: "There has been no movement in the study. I think His Highness the Crown Prince is not awake yet. At this time, cousin, please don't let anyone pass the news."
The chamberlain shrank and knelt down without saying a word, and just kowtowed three times to apologize to Prince Xihe.
There was really a lot of movement here. The ministers glanced over and each frowned.
Everyone is waiting impatiently.
The air in the study stopped flowing, and it was so thick and heavy that I couldn't breathe.
Cao, the Crown Princess of Xihe, came closer to Zhao Xiyan and lowered her voice: "Sister-in-law, His Highness the Crown Prince hasn't woken up yet. Have we been waiting here?"
Looking again, those white-haired veterans in their sixties or seventies are standing there too!
Several feudal princes gathered together, each with a solemn expression. Prince Xihe suddenly whispered: "It's getting dark, and waiting like this is not an option. I'll go in and see what's going on."
All the officials in the East Palace also gathered silently outside the study.
Mrs. Su raised her head angrily, without wiping away her tears. She pointed at Zhao Xiyan tremblingly and cursed: "This is the East Palace. Who do you think you are? You dare to stop me. Get out of my way. I want to go in and accompany you."
My grandson."
It's no wonder that His Highness the Crown Prince chose Xu Jing. Even their ministers felt that Xu Jing was the best candidate for the crown prince.
At this time, another minister entered the East Palace.
At this time, there were many people standing outside the study, at least dozens of people.
After half a day, all the ministers in the court have learned the bad news that the prince has a heart attack. All the important ministers have entered the East Palace. If the prince can wake up, they can celebrate immediately. If the prince just closes his eyes,
Going west... they can also send the prince on his last journey.
The white-haired Su Zhangyuan and the sobbing Mrs. Su entered the East Palace tremblingly with the support of their children and grandchildren.
Prince Xihe snorted from his nose.
She is here, representing the Beihai Palace and her husband Xu Jing.
This prince of Xihe has a violent temperament and is impulsive and irritable. Now that the time has come, he cannot bear it any longer.
In terms of official positions, Su Zhangyuan is not the highest. However, Su Zhangyuan is the prince's maternal grandfather, and Mrs. Su, who has been "recuperating" in the inner house, is the prince's maternal grandmother. As soon as the two of them appeared, everyone immediately gave in and gave way.
Find a way out.
Hosta and Begonia also stood there for half a day, and their legs and feet had already become weak. However, even the master was standing, so the two maids naturally couldn't complain about being tired.
Have been waiting for half a day.
She watched Mrs. Su walk in with tears and snot in her nose, and said calmly: "The doctors are giving acupuncture and first aid to His Highness. His Highness may wake up soon. Mrs. Su, please stop crying and don't be damaged.
Your Highness’ blessing.”
This unexpected move was a perfect move that came from nowhere. It had no harm to him at all.
Prince Yingchuan has been standing in the corner without making a sound. The bed has been surrounded by imperial doctors. From the angle where he stands, he can only see a pile of heads. Occasionally, he glances at the unconscious prince through the gap.
, Prince Yingchuan lowered his head, and the corners of his mouth quirked up quietly.
Several princes and princes also came, but except for Prince Yingchuan who followed the emperor into the prince's study at the beginning, none of the other princes and princes came in.
The sun was gradually setting in the west, and dark clouds drifted from nowhere, covering the gorgeous sunset, making it dark, just like a gloomy mood.
Putting aside the reaction of the emperor and empress, I am afraid that there will be no servants who dare to enter the study to pass the news.
Zhao Xiyan was in no mood to talk and just nodded.
Suddenly, a sad cry of an old woman came from the door.
Not to mention standing for half a day, even if you stand until tomorrow, you have to stay.
Looking at the heavy faces of all the imperial doctors, one can guess that the prince's situation is very bad. Perhaps, he will never wake up again.
Zhao Xiyan frowned and looked.
The Crown Princess of Xihe glanced at Zhao Xiyan with a complicated mood. She wanted to say something, but she held it back.
Only Zhao Xiyan, who was standing at the front, did not move.
…
Prince Yingchuan twitched his lips again silently, and soon returned to a sad look.
The Prince of Pengcheng was shocked and hurriedly pulled the arm of Prince Xihe: "Cousin, calm down. At this time, the Emperor and the Queen's thoughts are on the Prince. My cousin must not cause trouble."
The feeling of waiting for your enemy to die turns out to be so wonderful.
All the important officials in the court entered the East Palace and waited outside the bedroom.
Prince Xihe whispered: "I'll give it a try first." After saying that, he raised his head and looked around, called a chamberlain over, and opened his mouth and ordered: "You go in and pass the message."
Zhao Xiyan silently raised her eyes and glanced at the sky.
Compared with them, Xu Jing, the eldest son of the Prince of Beihai, is indeed the most outstanding and outstanding son of the Xu family.
The waiter who was innocently kicked in the heart covered his heart, got up and retreated.
Everyone was shocked and quickly looked up.
I saw the always low-key Princess Beihai, her pretty face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and her black eyes fixedly looking at the old Mrs. Su who was relying on her old age to act like a mistress: "His Royal Highness is unconscious, everyone is anxious, please wait here quietly.
.Mrs. Su is crying and fussing, what’s the reason?”
"This is the East Palace. Mrs. Su wants to make some mischief, so she should go back to the Su family's inner house as soon as possible."
Mrs. Su became even more angry and shouted angrily in a loud voice: "The prince has not yet died, and in the East Palace, it is not your turn to show off your power as the Crown Princess of Beihai!"
