In a courtyard that looked a little out of place with the surrounding gorgeous halls, there was a sudden sound of something breaking, followed by an angry roar.
"Why? Why is this happening? What happened to Jing'er? Tell me!"
In a room in the courtyard, there was a majestic figure wearing a golden dragon robe. The beard under his chin stood upright with anger. It seemed that the angry voice just now was made by this person.
The identity of this majestic old man is not ordinary. He is the most supreme person in the Xuanyue Empire today, the one who is honored as His Majesty the King. His name is Xuan Haoran.
The Xuanyue royal family has been inherited for thousands of years, and has experienced many crises in the process. It was even almost wiped out by neighboring countries at one time. However, when it was passed to Xuan Haoran's generation, he spent more than a hundred years working hard to manage it, making the Xuanyue Empire faint.
He has the appearance of resurgence and is truly a wise king.
But Mingjun is also a human being, and Xuan Haoran also has seven emotions and six desires. For example, at this time, when he saw the young man lying motionless on the bed, his breath almost inaudible, the anger in his heart finally burst out.
It is said that when the emperor is angry, blood will turn into a river. Although Xuan Haoran's anger did not make the courtyard turn into a river of blood, it did make the several old men kneeling below not dare to say a word, and their bodies could not help but feel angry.
A little trembling.
The background of these people is not small. One of them is the chief pulse refiner of the royal family of the Xuanyue Empire. His pulse refinement skills are not much worse than Yushu, the leader of the Yuhu Sect. He has reached the level of
Reached an advanced spiritual level.
As for the other people, all of them are pulse refiners who have reached the spiritual level. Among them are medical pulse masters and poison pulse masters. Every one of them is a big shot who can make the Xuan Yue Empire tremble.
.
But at this moment, these figures who usually make the most moves in their respective fields, are all silent under the pressure of Xuan Haoran, the leader of Xuanyue Kingdom. This is completely different from their usual behavior.
Perhaps it was because of Xuan Haoran's power as an emperor, or perhaps because they knew they were helpless about the illness of the young man on the bed, and speaking in vain might lead to unreasonable disaster.
These pulse refining masters, who are good at refining pulses, would not be afraid of the Lord of the Xuanyue Kingdom if they were alone. However, if any of them did not have a family behind them, they would definitely have to gain a foothold in the Xuanyue Empire.
We cannot offend His Majesty the King.
After all, Xuan Haoran was a wise king. After venting his anger, he finally calmed down. He turned his head, stared at a heartbroken woman beside the bed, and asked in a deep voice: "Concubine Su, what do you say?
When did Jing'er become like this, and why are you reporting it now?"
Listening to the name Xuan Haoran said, the young man on the bed was naturally his second son, Xuan Jing, the second prince who had crossed paths with Yun Xiao in Luo City.
As for that woman, she was Xuan Jing's mother and one of Xuan Haoran's concubines. However, hearing that she used the word "Su" as her nickname, I guess she was not a pushy person among the Xuan Yue royal family.
"Back to Your Majesty, Jing'er has been like this for more than half a month. During this period, His Highness the Crown Prince asked someone to check on her and said it was nothing serious, so I didn't pay attention to it."
When Concubine Su said the word "Your Highness the Prince," a strange light flashed across her eyes, but when she said these words, Xuan Haoran frowned slightly.
"You said Jiuding was here? Then why didn't he tell me?"
Xuan Haoran is old. Although he has not abdicated the throne, the political affairs of the empire have already been handed over to the prince Xuan Jiuding. However, to be on the safe side, Xuan Jiuding has to consult him before issuing many important orders and policies.
Therefore, it can be said that Xuan Jiuding meets His Majesty the King once or several times every day, but in the past half month, he has never mentioned Xuan Jing's illness, which is quite intriguing.
However, Xuan Haoran was quite satisfied with and trusted his son who was the prince, so he didn’t think much about it. Seeing him turn his eyes back, he said in a deep voice again: "You guys, there really is no way to save Xing Jing.
Is your son ready?"
Although Xuan Haoran loves the two sons born to the queen the most, he has never ignored his second son Xuan Jing, especially in recent years when Xuan Jing has increasingly shown his talents in cultivation and politics.
After that, he paid more and more attention to the son born to his concubine.
It's just that Xuan Haoran never expected that just when he was about to leave some important political affairs to Xuan Jing, his second son, who had just returned from the outside world for a while, would fall into a coma like this.
What makes Xuan Haoran even more depressed is that not only is the chief pulse refiner of the royal family helpless to deal with Xuan Jing's condition, but these high-ranking spiritual-level senior pulse refiners in the imperial capital are also helpless. Is he really going to lose his son?
After hearing His Majesty's question, the Chief Pulse Refiner of the Royal Family looked back at the few people with lowered eyebrows, and finally boldly replied: "Your Majesty, His Highness's illness is quite strange. Please forgive me for waiting for help.
, maybe... maybe..."
Speaking later, the chief pulse refiner seemed to be at a loss for words, causing De Xuan Haoran to shout impatiently: "Maybe?"
Hearing this, the pulse refiner was excited. He didn't dare to neglect him anymore and said respectfully: "Perhaps only a pulse refiner who has reached the earthly level can bring His Highness back to life!"
"Isn't this nonsense? Where do you want me to find a pulse refiner at this level?"
Hearing this, Xuan Haoran felt that his temper was about to be uncontrollable again. As he said, the spiritual energy of Qianlong Continent is thin, and the pulse energy cultivation level may break through to the third level of the earth level, but the art of refining pulses cannot be
Reaching the earth level is several times more difficult than cultivating pulse and energy.
Xuan Haoran, who has lived for at least two hundred years, has never seen any pulse refiner at any level in his life. However, this is only in the Xuan Yue Empire. He has heard that they have appeared in other tyrannical empires.
He is a pulse refiner at the local level, but he can’t remember exactly what year or month it happened.
Such a pulse refining master is either a dragon that has never been seen before, or it is treated as a treasure by some powerful empires. If you want to invite them, you may not be able to do so without paying a very heartbreaking price.
What's more, looking at Xuan Jing's state at the moment, he couldn't hold on for long at all. This made Xuan Haoran very irritable. He waved his hand, and the pulse refiners all quickly left the room as if they had been granted amnesty.
"Concubine Su, don't worry. I will definitely ask the best pulse refiner in the Xuanyue Empire to diagnose and treat Jing'er's illness. You should take good care of him. If there is any situation, report it to me as soon as possible."
Xuan Haoran turned around and looked at the miserable look on Su Fei's face. He couldn't bear it, but in this situation, he could only say these words to comfort her.
"Is there any pulse refiner in the Xuanyue Empire who is more powerful than Mr. Wei?"
Hearing Xuan Haoran's words, Concubine Su suppressed the grief in her heart and asked a question. She guessed it, the Mr. Wei she was talking about was already the chief soul doctor of the Xuan Yue royal family, and the other few just now were also prominent figures in the imperial capital.
There was nothing even these people could do, and she was really desperate.
"It's my birthday in a few days. I heard that the Yushu Sect Master of the Yuhu Sect is unique in the empire with his art of refining pulses. Maybe you can ask him to come and take a look at it for Jing'er!"
It seemed that Xuan Haoran was not without thoughts, and when she heard the words "Master of the Yushu Sect" in his mouth, Su Fei's eyes lit up, she must have heard of that name.
"It's your Majesty's birthday. Please forgive me for not being able to come to celebrate your birthday. Jing'er..." Concubine Su stood up and bowed her head. Finally, her eyes fell on Xuan Jing. In his heart, this son was the most important person.
important.
"It's important to take care of Jing'er. Don't worry. As soon as the master of the Yushu Sect comes, I will ask him to treat Jing'er!" Xuan Haoran couldn't bear the state of Su Fei. After saying this, he was already facing the door.
Walk outside.
"His Majesty!"
But when Xuan Haoran walked quickly to the door, Concubine Su suddenly called out. When the former stopped, she said pointedly: "Your Majesty, don't you have any doubts about Jing'er's illness?"
Who did it secretly?"
"Don't talk nonsense. He is my son, the majestic second prince of the empire. Who dares to be so bold?"
Hearing this, Xuan Haoran suddenly turned around, stared at Su Fei and said in a deep voice. The moment the majesty on his body burst out, anyone who saw her would be intimidated.
However, with her son so seriously ill, Concubine Su turned a blind eye to Xuan Haoran's aura and heard her faintly say: "Of course outsiders would not dare, but if what Jing'er does threatens the interests of some people, then just say
Not allowed!"
It seems that although this concubine behaves in an elegant manner and usually does not hear anything outside the window, she is well aware of certain things, and these words have made it very clear.
"The interests of certain people, you mean...Jiuding?"
Although Xuan Haoran was old, he had experienced a very painful power struggle when he sat on the throne of the country. After Su Fei's words, he understood it instantly.
"Concubine Su, please don't say this again in the future, otherwise I will not forgive you lightly!" But this time Xuan Haoran was not so kind, and there was even a hint of anger and threat in his tone.
meaning.
Seeing Xuan Haoran's behavior, Concubine Su knew that if she continued to say anything, she would definitely anger the King, and Xuan Jing would be even more hopeless by then.
It wasn't until Xuan Haoran's majestic figure disappeared outside the courtyard that Concubine Su sadly sat down beside Xuan Jing's bed. Looking at her slightly pale but motionless son, her heart sank.
Reached the bottom.
"Perhaps in your heart, only the two sons born to the queen are the most important. Alas, my poor Jing'er!"
After the murmur came out, the courtyard finally fell into a kind of silence. I wonder when it will become lively again.