The lights in the emperor's palace were dim and seemed to be dimmer than before.
The staff outside the door stood at attention, and none of the night servants could be seen, adding to the chill.
"Your Highness is here?"
Hearing the reply, the queen who was sitting in front of the emperor's couch was a little surprised. Then she turned to look at the emperor on the couch. Her expression was a little complicated and a little relieved under the dim light.
There was the sound of footsteps outside the door, and Fang Bocong walked in quickly, bringing with him a chill.
The queen came out from behind the curtain.
"What's wrong, Your Majesty?" Fang Bocong asked, ignoring the salute.
The queen looked at him and hesitated to speak.
The waiters on the side immediately backed away.
"It has been so long, how come you are still the same as when Prince Xuanwen was in trouble?" the queen said.
Fang Bocong was startled.
Is it the same as when Brother Six was involved in an accident and he publicly questioned whether it was King Huaihui’s murder? Or is it the same as refusing the queen’s request to let Brother Six go and leave the palace?
The former refers to his bravery and recklessness in taking risks, while the latter refers to his impulsiveness and seeking difficulties.
In short, they all disagreed with him entering the palace.
"Isn't the same true for the empress?" He said, "The empress still has to protect the child."
Just like when Sixth Brother got into trouble, she rushed over to stop her immediately to prevent herself from becoming the target of public criticism.
The queen also smiled.
"However, I have acted according to my duty and my heart without fear." Fang Bocong said, saluting again.
Even if he doesn't come to the palace, if the emperor dies, won't there be less rumors?
There are always rumors, so why bother.
The queen looked at him.
"Your Majesty is awake," she said.
Fang Bocong raised his head in surprise.
Not dead, but awake?
This should be a good thing, but...
He looked at the queen's dim expression under the dim light, and his face became solemn.
How did the emperor become ill? The imperial concubine murdered An Fei, King Huaihui threatened to plead for mercy and was struck to death by lightning, and then so many things happened. Now the imperial concubine is crazy, King Huaihui is dead, Gao Lingbo is dead, Chen Shao is dead, Liu
My brother is dead, the Queen Mother is imprisoned, the Queen is in charge of the harem, and the former King of Jin'an County has become the Crown Prince. Is it possible for the Emperor to accept such a change?
And he is still the emperor now, whether he is the empress or the prince, the emperor has the decision. A comatose emperor may not be cared about by everyone, but it is different for an emperor who wakes up.
"Your Majesty just opened your eyes." The queen whispered, looking up at Fang Bocong, "Maybe I saw it wrong."
Fang Bocong looked at the queen.
The queen said that she might have been wrong, and the emperor might not have woken up.
He looked around the palace. The emperor's palace was said to be the emperor's palace, but in fact it could also be said to be the queen's palace. Not only here, the entire harem was already under the control of the queen.
Once the palace gate is closed, the queen alone has the final say on who lives and who dies.
In fact, they no longer need this emperor.
A comatose emperor doesn't need it, and a conscious emperor doesn't need it either, because that's a conscious emperor who holds the power of life and death.
Can the sober emperor accept the reality soberly? Can he not be angry with them who seem to be gaining at this time? Can he endure the division of power between the prince and the queen? Can he withstand the impact of all kinds of gossip?
Too much uncertainty.
And once one of the above things happens, the only result waiting for them is death.
"We can't afford to lose." The queen whispered, turning her head and looking behind. Behind the layers of curtains was the emperor's bed.
So the best result is that the emperor never wakes up. This is the most foolproof.
"So what about the candlelight and the shadow of the axe." The queen whispered, looking at Fang Bocong, "Do you still want to be forced to be King Yan Yi?"
The atmosphere in the room was stagnant, and the dim candlelight became even more dim.
The few internal servants tried their best to stick themselves into the darkness.
"I would like to see Your Majesty," Fang Bocong said.
The queen looked at him, and Fang Bocong also looked at her.
"Have you thought about it?" The queen looked at him, "It's better not to look at it."
Fang Bocong nodded and took a step forward. The Queen lowered her gaze and stepped aside.
The curtain became even darker after that. Fang Bocong walked in and cast a large shadow, covering the emperor on the couch, making it impossible to see clearly.
"Hold up the lamp," he said.
A lamp was held up.
"Do it again." Fang Bocong said.
Two lamps and three lamps were raised, and the front of the bed became brighter.
Fang Bocong knelt down in front of the couch and looked at the emperor on it.
The emperor's eyes were closed, and his complexion looked sickly and sallow, and it seemed that he was no different from before.
"Your Majesty," Fang Bocong called.
The emperor's eyelids moved and slowly opened.
"Your Majesty!" Fang Bocong shouted with a loud voice, and he leaned forward.
The emperor's eyes closed again.
"Turn on the lights." Fang Bocong said immediately.
The two chamberlains hurriedly backed away from the couch, and the light at the head of the bed dimmed a bit.
The emperor slowly opened his eyes and looked at Fang Bocong.
"Your Majesty." Fang Bocong shouted again, with a bit of expectation, "Do you know who I am?"
The emperor's eyes were a little confused, his lips moved, and he made a dry sound.
"Your Majesty, I am Weilang." Fang Bocong looked at him, stretched out his hand to hold the emperor's arm, "Your Majesty, I am Weilang."
The emperor watched his confused eyes gradually condense and opened his mouth, but still only made a meaningless hoarse sound.
"His Majesty!"
Fang Bocong suddenly raised his voice, lowered his head at the same time, and watched the emperor's arm slowly lift up and reach out to him. He subconsciously reached out and took the emperor's hand.
Withered hands that look much older than their actual age.
The old hand trembled and held the young, slender and smooth hand.
"Ah!" said the emperor.
Finally making a sound, Fang Bocong stretched out his other hand to hold the emperor's hand, and let out a sob.
"Come here." He raised his head and turned around and shouted, "Send the imperial doctor!"
The queen standing outside the curtain suddenly turned her head.
Fang Bocong stood up.
"The imperial physician." He said again, his voice loud and clear, "The biography of Zhang Chun, Yan Zhao, and Lin Ze, the imperial physician on duty."
Accompanied by his voice, the lights in the hall seemed to become brighter. The curtain in front of the bed had been opened, and Fang Bocong was standing over there. The candlelight made his figure taller.
The queen sighed softly and walked quickly to the bed.
"Your Majesty." She raised her hands to cover her face and choked, then sat down on her knees.
The old servant hurried in, looked at Old Mrs. Zhang who was putting on his clothes, and said in a low voice.
"People from the palace."
There is no one except the palace who can open the door of Zhang family in the middle of the night.
Mrs. Zhang nodded.
"It doesn't matter," he said, "the time is not short."
Just after he finished speaking, he heard the sound of footsteps outside. Old Mrs. Zhang and the old servant looked over in surprise and saw a girl with disheveled hair and clothes standing outside the door. Her face was pale under the light of the lantern on the door.
"Old Master," she said tremblingly.
"Banqin, it's not your wife's business." The old servant said hurriedly, "Don't worry."
The girl then held on to the door and drained all her strength, then she knelt down and sat down.
Mr. Zhang's expression was serious.
"If something happens to the emperor, it won't be a good thing for her," he said.
The girl who was just relieved suddenly raised her head and took a few steps forward on her knees with a look of horror on her face.
"No, no," the old servant said hurriedly, "Old Master, it's not that the emperor is in trouble, it's that the emperor is awake."
The emperor is awake?
Old Mrs. Zhang looked at the old servant in shock.
"Yes, the emperor is awake." The old servant said again in a low voice.
Old Mrs. Zhang regained his composure and looked at the girl.
"Then, your wife is fine for the time being." He said, looking outside again, frowning slightly, "That's not a good thing for him."
She in the first sentence refers to Cheng Jiaoniang, who does he refer to in the second sentence?
While the girl was wiping her tears haphazardly, a trace of doubt flashed across her mind.
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The sky was gradually getting brighter, and the Imperial Guards on duty outside the imperial city discovered that the officials who came to court in front of the palace gate seemed to be much earlier than usual today. However, this is also understandable. Last night, the palace gate was opened and the chamberlains came in and out, and there were several important ministers in the middle of the night.
Entering the palace, you definitely can't hide this kind of thing.
"How is His Majesty the Emperor?" an official whispered.
"Is it okay?" an official replied in a low voice.
"Why is Daxing so quiet? It's time for the bells and drum towers to ring," another official said in a low voice.
"Then what's the fuss in the middle of the night? Seven or eight ministers have been called in."
"Is it the queen? Is it the prince?"
"Don't be ridiculous, how is that possible?"
"I think something must have happened to His Majesty. I'm afraid his condition will worsen. It's hard to tell at night. We'll make an announcement during the day."
In other words, even if it is done at night, it should be postponed until daylight in front of people.
The courtiers were talking and speculating, the morning bell rang, and the palace door finally opened.
Today is the court meeting, and hundreds of officials are gathered in the main hall. Although there are censors walking back and forth, there is still a faint buzzing sound. As the prince's appearance becomes more and more delayed, the buzzing sound becomes louder.
On the other side of the emperor's palace, Zhang Chun and several other important ministers were there, looking at Fang Bocong with a bit of exhaustion.
"Your Highness, do you really want to do this?" A courtier took a few steps closer and asked in a low voice.
Fang Bocong nodded.
"I've been waiting for this day for a long time, and finally it's here." He said, looking back.
The emperor was lying on a soft sedan chair behind him, with his eyes slightly open and looking a little dull.
"Your Majesty, please come to court." Fang Bocong bowed and saluted and said loudly.
Seeing him like this, other courtiers also hurriedly bowed.
"Your Majesty, please come to court."
When they saw the soft sedan carrying the emperor into the court accompanied by music, the courtiers were a little surprised, but mostly relieved.
It seemed that the emperor was not what they imagined, but they didn't think much about it. They all thought that this was to appease people's hearts, so they specially asked the emperor to come to the court meeting.
But when they saw that the prince did not stand in the palace as before, but stood in front of the courtiers, everyone was a little surprised, but they still didn't think much about it, thinking that this was just the respect the prince gave to the emperor, just like the prince would give the emperor
Just like reading a memorial to the emperor, it is not difficult to show respect to a comatose emperor.
When the prince bowed down and led all the ministers to salute the emperor, the music stopped and the voice of congratulations settled. When the chamberlain announced his death, a trembling voice sounded in the hall.
"flat."
The hoarse, dry voice with some blurry pronunciation was like thunder falling on the ears of the courtiers in the quiet hall.
Some people lost their voices and some lost their composure. Everyone looked at the high platform in the palace and the emperor with his eyes open on the soft sedan chair.
The emperor is awake! The emperor is awake!
The courtiers suddenly became confused, and the scoldings of the censors were ineffective. Some cried and some laughed. In the end, the courtiers knelt down and shouted long live.
The shouts of long live came to my face, making my whole body numb.
This is the dizzying and obsessive right of the emperor, to sit in that position and enjoy the worship of everyone. Once you have tasted this feeling, can you easily quit and give up?
After the kneeling courtiers were excited, their eyes looked forward with bright and dark eyes. With all the courtiers kneeling down, the standing prince was particularly conspicuous, forming a sharp contrast with the sitting emperor on the high platform.
The emperor on the soft sedan slowly raised his hand, and the chamberlain beside him hurriedly stepped forward.
"Say." The emperor uttered one word.
The courtiers had calmed down and saw clearly that although the emperor was awake, his body was still stiff. He could only raise his hands and blink, and he seemed to be able to speak only one word.
"Your Majesty has something to say." The chamberlain loudly conveyed the emperor's will.
The courtiers saluted again.
"I."
"sick."
He lowered his head and listened to the emperor uttering two words. Although there were only two words, it allowed the courtiers to see clearly that the emperor's consciousness was clear.
Drunk people don't know they are drunk; crazy people don't know they are crazy.
A person who knows he is sick is a patient, but he is a sober patient.
Sober, does the emperor know what earth-shaking changes are happening now?
The courtiers raised their heads with complicated expressions, and their eyes fell on the prince again.
How would a sober emperor treat this prince who was not chosen by the emperor?
The originally noisy court suddenly became quiet.
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In the emperor's palace, the queen was sitting upright, looking a little dull.
"Mother, don't worry." Concubine An, who was pacing back and forth, stopped and said, "It must be fine."
"No matter what happens, you don't always die in the end." The queen said, "I just don't like this feeling."
"How does it feel?" Concubine An asked.
"It feels like waiting," the queen said.
As she finished speaking, there were chaotic footsteps outside.
"Your Majesty." A group of chamberlains came in and saluted the Queen, "Your Majesty, please come and get the jade seal."
The emperor was in a coma and the prince was in charge of the country, but the jade seal was still in the hands of the queen.
Now that the emperor is awake, the jade seal should be returned to its true owner.
The queen closed her eyes slightly, opened her eyes again, and raised her hand.
The chamberlain at the side quickly turned around and went in, and came out soon holding the jade seal.
The servant who arrived reached out to take it, bowed and left.
Concubine An couldn't help but chase her out, holding the door and watching the servants gradually walk away.
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The jade seal was raised high and sent to the emperor under the watchful eyes of the courtiers.
The emperor looked at the jade seal.
"I."
He said one word.
"sick."
"Your Majesty's dragon body will definitely recover." Some courtiers shouted loudly, bowing and saluting.
The quiet court hall was suddenly filled with congratulations again.
After the voices subsided, the emperor raised his hand.
The chamberlain immediately held up the jade seal, and the emperor's hand touched the jade seal.
The emperor finally regained his rights.
The hall fell silent.
What was the first thing the emperor did after he got his power?
All eyes were focused on the emperor's hands.
It seemed like a blink of an eye, and it seemed like a long time passed. The emperor's hand slowly raised and pointed in one direction.
Everyone's eyes also looked over.
Prince.
The emperor pointed to the prince.
"Come."
The emperor said.
Fang Bocong looked at the emperor, bowed and saluted with a calm expression, took a few steps forward and bowed.
"Come," the emperor said again.
Fang Bocong was stunned for a moment, then he stepped forward again, stopped three or four steps in front of the emperor, and saluted again.
"Come." The emperor still said.
Fang Bocong took another step, this time in front of the emperor. He lifted his clothes and knelt down.
"Take it," the emperor said, pushing the jade seal in his hand.
take!
There was a gasp of air in the hall.
Inner Zen! It’s inner Zen! Inner Zen!
Fang Bocong looked at the emperor with an expression that ranged from surprise to disbelief to excitement.
The emperor looked at him and pushed the jade seal again with his stiff hand.
"Wei."
"Lang."
he said.
"take."
"good."
Fang Bocong stretched out his hand, raised it high, and kowtowed heavily.
"I obey the decree."
"The Supreme Emperor Shengming!"
Zhang Chun said loudly, bowed and knelt down.
As he knelt down, the courtiers knelt down one after another.
"The Supreme Emperor Shengming!"
"The Supreme Emperor Shengming!"
He looked up again and saw Fang Bocong taking the jade seal.
"Long live your Majesty."
"Long live your Majesty."
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"Inner Zen?"
The news spread throughout the city like wind, and then spread to other places with the galloping horses.
"I never expected that His Majesty could actually meditate."
The restaurants and teahouses in the capital were noisy and no one stopped talking about this incident.
"This prince is really lucky. Now his reputation is clear."
"I didn't expect that Prince Wei would dare to invite His Majesty to come to court. I thought last night..."
If the emperor is successful, you can talk about what happened last night, but now and in the future, there is nothing to talk about.
Someone laughed.
"What's wrong with this?"
Several people who were sitting around looked over and saw a young man wearing a cloak standing up. His face was covered by the hood and his face could not be seen clearly. Everyone's eyes were not on his face, but on his face.
His armpits.
Two crutches were supporting his body.
But after saying this, he turned around and walked out slowly without speaking.
The people sitting here didn't care anymore and continued to laugh and chat.
"...When will the enthronement be scheduled?"
"...it won't take long, right? It must have been years ago."
The sound of the pedaling cane made their chatter and laughter become intermittent.
The sound of the cane stopped as he walked out the door.
"Of course he dared. Now he has become the leader." He said slowly, looking back at the room, "Does the emperor have any other choice? The emperor is not a fool. Instead of being defeated, it is better to have a stable life for the rest of his life.
."
When he said this, he looked outside and saw people coming and going on the street.
"It's nothing if he dares to be the emperor. If he dares to canonize the queen, he will be really brave."
Do you dare to let an emperor who is seriously ill and barely conscious come to court? Do you dare to canonize a living dead as your queen?
Do you dare?
His hands clenched the crutches tightly, causing blue veins to pop out.
Do you dare!
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Five thousand words, but~~~~(_
Tomorrow's update will be postponed to the afternoon. (To be continued)
