What Duke Fu Guo said makes sense, so can he follow the trend and pull more people into the water?
His king fell in the sixth year, but before he left, he would clear some obstacles for his master...
His jaw was still sore and he had to swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva. He choked and coughed a lot.
I coughed for so long that my tears came out.
Vaguely, Wang Liusian glanced at the Holy Emperor and was instantly excited.
It's useless for him to pull anyone.
The Holy One is not stupid, and will definitely guard against his move. Even if he muddies the water, the Holy One will wait for the water to calm down. Then the water will be water, and the mud will be mud, separated into layers.
But there is someone the Holy One doesn't want to let go. If he doesn't bite out some blood, Eunuch Cao will make him covered in blood.
Life is a great hardship, and it is enough to experience it once in your early years.
After working hard for most of his life, both the princes and princes beside His Highness and the royal family members walking outside have stood up straight and are eating and drinking well.
Now if he turns around and suffers a lot, Wang Liuliu thought, he will definitely not be able to bear it.
"The British Lord," the King's Chamberlain guessed the Holy Spirit's thoughts, took a deep breath, and said angrily, "He has been getting more and more wrong in the past few years. He doesn't show up himself and lets a useless son run errands. As long as Zhu Cheng
Seriously, how could it be like this? He deserves to be implicated now! This is the fate of his disobedience to His Highness!"
This statement cannot really describe his relationship with the British father, but that is not important.
Wang Liuliu knows it too well.
He just bites, listens to it, and uses it, it all depends on what the person in charge wants to do.
The palace is such a place.
With a solemn expression, the Holy Master asked again: "Prince Ding, how did my eldest brother die?"
Wang Sixian shivered violently.
His Highness, that is reasonable. After all, he has been His Highness's chamberlain for the sixth year of his reign.
But why would the Holy One ask about King Ding...
King Ding died of illness, and the coffin was sealed. No one in the imperial hospital or the imperial pharmacy raised any objections.
It was precisely because Fang Zi was reliable that Wang Liu was able to attack King Ding without any trace.
Now, how could this old account be turned over?
Suddenly, Wang Liuliu remembered what Xu Jian said on the carriage - as long as it is done, there will be traces.
Traces...
He thought of the reason.
"Zhu, Zhu Cheng, that person who failed to accomplish anything but failed more than once!" Wang Liuliu sighed deeply. Since he couldn't hide it, let's add a little more to the British government. "He was timid and looked forward and backward before he took action."
His wife was left alive and dead.
The young man told the British Duke that this would be a hidden danger sooner or later. If Zhu Cheng didn't take action, then the British Duke would do it.
As a result, the British Duke wanted to have that false reputation, but he just put it off. Over time, it ended up like this.
After eight years, there are only bones left in the soil, so no clues will be found!"
Although he bit the British male, the anger and annoyance in the heart of the king's servant was real.
"Isn't it true that people are always keeping evidence?" Wang's servant sighed several times, "Now the boat has capsized in the gutter. The Zhu family has no good results, and the younger one has to..."
The Holy Sage asked again: "Did you figure out the poison yourself? You were able to hide it from the imperial doctor!"
"The world is so big," the king's servant said, "I was born in Lingnan, and I saw it in the village when I was young. To tell you the truth, those of us here, especially those who come from the mountains, are a little bit capable of poisoning.
, unheard of..."
Hearing this, His Majesty's face turned a little pale.
Eunuch Cao saw this and hurriedly took the teapot and added hot tea to the Holy Father.
With such an action, the undercurrent of energy was interrupted.
The Holy One took a sip of tea, and the warm tea entered his throat, which relieved his mood a lot.
Eunuch Cao pondered the holy meaning and took the initiative to say: "The old doctor Mao has given His Highness a safe prescription."
"He is also from Lingnan," Wang's wife did not hide it. "This prescription is just a way. Once it occurs, it will be a dead end. There is no reason to pull back halfway.
It should be obvious that Dr. Mao can prescribe a safe prescription.
But who made him dare not say it?
If the illness is serious and cannot be cured, the imperial doctors try their best; if the poisoning cannot be cured, the imperial doctors are useless.
His wife, Imperial Physician Mao, will be old in the new year, so why should he be the best?
Seeing that King Ding was about to go ahead of the late emperor, who would want to be a waste? How could the late emperor still have some sense when he was seriously ill and lost a son?
Otherwise, just because of that little thing of grabbing credit, can the Holy One demote His Highness to a commoner?
Your Highness is just eager to make contributions. In order to show his positive performance, the people in the state capital have used hungry people as bandits. Your Highness has no idea what is going on!
Your Highness is certainly at fault, confinement is not enough, confinement is also fine!
Isn’t there one still imprisoned in Yongji Palace?
Why can’t Yongji Palace close the second one?
Although there is no freedom in confinement, at least you have food and clothing, and there are people around you to take care of you.
We have pity on our Highness. He has been on the move for more than ten years. He seems to be at ease, but he cannot adapt. How has he ever suffered like this when he was living in a wealthy family?
Otherwise, how could His Highness die at such an early age? He must live longer than the one from Yongji Palace!"
The more Wang Sixian talked about it, the sadder he became, and he couldn't hold his knees anymore. He sat down on the ground and cried loudly.
The Holy Spirit asked him to cry until his head was buzzing.
Even so, he did not miss the inconsistencies in the words of the king's chamberlain.
"According to what you said, the poisoning of Prince Ding was not instigated by Fourth Brother?" asked the Holy Sage.
The servant king's cry stopped suddenly, his mouth was still grinning widely, tears were covering his face, and panic flashed through his blurred vision.
He lowered his head suddenly: "It's not His Highness, Your Highness didn't let me do this.
It was Xiao Xiao who did it on his own. The late Emperor was seriously ill and appointed the king to oversee the dynasty. If he had been well, His Highness would never have had a chance anyway. Xiao Xiao had made his own decisions.
The younger one, like the people in the lower state capital, does things without telling His Highness.
They were caught at that time, causing His Highness to be demoted, and they kept it secret until now..."
Having said this, the king's servant opened his bow from left to right and slapped himself several times.
The strike is extremely heavy and the sound is crisp.
"The Holy One asked this, and I finally figured it out. It was I who harmed His Highness." Wang's face became swollen for six years. "If I hadn't harmed King Ding, he would have been struck down by illness."
Your Highness will not try to fight for the position; if your Highness does not fight for the position, you will not let the bandits who surround you take the credit, and you will not be rejected by the late emperor and demoted to a common people.
In the final analysis, it was all small and independent actions that led to today's situation.
But Your Majesty, if there hadn’t been a little poison to kill King Ding that day, you wouldn’t be sitting here today, what do you think?”
His Majesty’s eyes are as sharp as a sharp knife.
This king deliberately provoked him for six years in order to seek a quick death.
The Holy One can hear the other person's thoughts, but this does not prevent him from being angry.
"What?" His voice was as cold as ice, "I still have to record your first meritorious service?"
