Zhu Du always did things in a serious and slow manner. Now that he was so anxious, Yu Qiansi said "OK" without thinking, put on his outer clothes, hung the dagger and long sword on his waist, and blew out the candle.
Huo jumped out of the window, jumped onto the ridge of the roof together with Zhu Du, walked through the houses, and rushed towards Weisi Hall.
"What happened?"
Zhuo Du's voice was blown closer and further away by the night wind: "Eunuch Deming, who was waiting in front of the Cai Palace just now, went to invite Boyi. During the conversation, he mentioned that there seemed to be an assassination attempt. Now the accompanying officials were ordered to go to the Weisi Palace."
Yu Qiansi was suffocated: "But I didn't receive the summons."
Zhu Du's tone became more urgent: "This is the problem. Boyi found out that you had not received the summons, so he sneaked into the subordinate's room through the back window under the pretext of changing clothes and asked the subordinate to pick you up and leave."
"Why?"
Yu Qian was full of energy and jumped up to the eaves of a palace. She panted slightly and paused for a moment, still puzzled.
When Zhuo Du saw Yu Qiansi stopped to rest, he wanted to withdraw to her side.
Yu Qiansi waved her hand, motioning for him not to move, and walked over.
Zhuo Du watched her getting closer, hesitated for a moment, and then said slowly: "It is said that your Majesty was dining with the young master and the girl at that time."
Yu Qiansi was shocked when she heard this, her breath was unsteady, and a gust of night wind blew up from the side of the palace. She missed the mark and almost fell down.
Zhuo Du quickly grabbed her arm and managed to maintain his balance.
"Why didn't you tell us such important news earlier?" Yu Qiansi looked anxious and grabbed Zhu Du's arm with his backhand: "What about the young master? Is the young master okay?"
Zhuo Du held Yu Qiansi's hand tightly for a moment, lowered his head, and seemed to be unable to bear it: "Young Master...the current situation is unknown."
Yu Qiansi was silent for a moment, suddenly realizing the weirdness of this matter.
But without stopping, he crossed the road and headed towards the Weisi Hall ahead.
Deming summoned Boyi alone, and all the officials followed the order, but he did not receive any news.
Jiang Jiqing can't trust himself anymore?!
Then there is only one possibility: the assassin may be related to the Duke of Qi.
But the young master will never commit an assassination!
Approaching Weisi Hall, Yu Qiansi heard the footsteps of the Imperial Guards. She hid in the shadows under the beams of the side hall and carefully looked around.
After the Guards left, she caught a glimpse of a glimmer of light, alternating between long and short, which was a signal.
Yu Qiansi and Zhu Du fell in the dim light. It was a bamboo forest, close to a passage behind the main hall of Weisi Hall. The wind was blowing in the dense forest, and the three of them were hidden in it. They were not very conspicuous, and they could roughly see the outside of the hall.
situation.
In the open space in front of the Weisi Hall, many officials arrived one after another, and the whispers were scattered by the wind in the dark night, which was disturbing.
Lan Shu came over with a few old men in gray clothes and hid in the corner.
At this time, the noise gradually started from outside the palace.
Deming and Boyi walked into this place, and many officials came forward to ask about the situation.
The night was dark and the candles were dim, and Deming's expression could not be seen clearly. He lowered his head, stood on the high steps in front of the Weisi Hall, and turned around to face the people below.
"His Majesty's oral message——"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the patrolling guards lined up and surrounded Weisi Hall.
When the ministers knelt down to listen to the order, they all made uneasy sounds when they saw the guards standing guard.
Only Boyi at the end of the steps lowered his head slightly and knelt on the ground. There was still some moisture on the tips of his hair, and his dark eyes looked like washed obsidian.
Deming's loud voice echoed around.
"I met an assassin today. Fortunately, the Crown Prince and Tutor recorded the affairs of Wang Song. Song was poisoned and was dying. In order to capture the assassin, the mausoleum was closed and no one was allowed to enter or leave. Your Majesty personally ordered that the only thing that matters is the Temple of Thought.
Within the mausoleum, the command of the Imperial Guards was given to Wuya Wei Boyi, the Chief of Punishment."
One stone creates a thousand waves.
Everyone present was an important official of the court. When he encountered the assassin, the saint avoided seeing the courtiers and handed over the command of the Imperial Guard to a young boy from the Criminal Division! Even though this young boy was from the uncle's family,
It’s too ridiculous!
The person involved, Boyi, also froze in place, as motionless as a black statue.
Everything about tonight's incident is full of weirdness. What happened inside? No matter how your majesty or Wang Song, how could they safely leave everything to themselves?
"May I ask Eunuch Deming, is His Majesty's Holy Body safe?"
"Thanks to the young master." Deming crossed his arms and said respectfully: "The young master is found to have been seriously poisoned. He has been treated by a doctor. His Majesty's spirit has calmed down and everything is safe."
Hearing that Wang Song was poisoned, Yu Qiansi held the bamboo in front of her and wished she could rush into the Hall of Weisi immediately.
The accumulated poison in the young master's body is the most dangerous poison in the world.
Because of this residual poison, all the toxins combined would be unable to harm him at all, so why was he so poisoned!
There must be something wrong!
What's more, if it was really the assassin's poison, the bunch of nonsense quack doctors in the Imperial Hospital were worse than me being half-assed! Why didn't they order me to save people, instead of hiding it from me?
Everyone in the garden was still arguing.
"Then why does Your Majesty ask you to convey the decree instead of paying homage to the ministers in person to appease people's hearts?" The questioner pressed forward step by step: "Instead, he handed over such an important matter as protecting the imperial mausoleum to a yellow-haired boy!"
"Master Yang, are you questioning His Majesty's behavior? Or are you planning to teach His Majesty how to behave?" A minister who had some dealings with the Duke of Qi immediately stood up: "Your Majesty naturally has his own plans for doing this. Previously, there were assassins in Qifu City. Your Majesty did not
Is it also a plan to escape safely?"
Seeing that the two sides were about to quarrel again, Deming was about to comfort him, but a loud roar came from the Weisi Hall.
"My lords, don't worry too much. My move is just a plan. All you have to do is follow the steps. Once the assassin is caught, everything will be clear."
The voice is clear and high-pitched, with the final note of each sentence raised high, and it is the voice of a saint.
The voice was so clear that everyone could not help but picture the young emperor's slightly raised lips.
As soon as this statement came out, the disputes in the venue subsided.
The saint is not in trouble. In addition, everyone is only belatedly aware of the incident in the Seven Buddhas City. From this, they can infer countless conflicts between the saint and the Duke of Qi.
Furthermore, when they heard that Wang Song was poisoned and saw the uneasy expressions on the faces of the Qi government officials, which did not appear to be hypocrites, the Qingliu party naturally breathed a sigh of relief and had no objections to the matter.
When Yu Qiansi saw that Jiang Jiqing did not show up, he used everyone's speculation to blur the key points with a few words, and calmed everyone down. He was furious and made the bamboo forest dance shyly.
"Jiang Jiqing——"
When Zhuo Du saw her calling His Majesty by his first name, he quickly stopped her in a low voice: "Sir, if something fishy happens, it's better to be cautious."
He always felt that what happened today was not that simple.
Sure enough, a steady voice suddenly sounded out from the crowd.
"I dare you to ask the Imperial Hospital whether the poison has been identified? After all, my young master is a daughter of a daughter and is already very sick. Can I inform Master Yu and come for treatment?"
The voice sounded familiar, and Yu Qiansi carefully identified it for a long time, with his shoulders slightly slumped and his head half-smiling.
It's exactly Shang Ci.
Wasn't he recuperating in the City of Seven Buddhas? When did he come to the imperial mausoleum?
Yu Qiansi's heart sank, this matter was indeed not simple.
The figure of the saint in Weisi Hall raised his arm, and the imperial doctor was pushing out the door, standing next to Deming, cupping his hands and answering: "My young master's pulse is uneven, without any strength, and his pulse is slow and slow. During this time, his pulse was sudden.
It rises and falls suddenly, and the pulse is very fast. This is kidney poisoning."
Deming continued: "It has been verified that there is a medicated meal in the imperial diet, which contains asarum. Recently, in order to prevent qi deficiency and weak blood in this valley, your majesty specially gave all ministers Fangji tea as a precaution. Tonight, someone
The fangji in the Weisidian tea soup was replaced with the highly toxic Guangfangji. After the young master drank it, he had an attack first...and then desperately knocked over the tea cup in his majesty's hand...
