Lonely non-good minister

"The Imperial Master is a wizard from southern Xinjiang. He will not help you easily without a price. Did you agree to his conditions?" This is what Xiao Shen is most worried about. She is too afraid that something will happen to Song Yuan.

Song Yuan nodded honestly: "I made a contract with him. He will help me ascend to the throne. When I have the power, I will open the door for witchcraft in the Wei Dynasty for him. If he fails to do so and wants to break the contract, he will have to pay with his life."

"That's why you..." Little Shen felt that it was becoming difficult to breathe. She looked at Song Yuan with caution and fear. At this moment, she wished that Song Yuan could ignore the life and death of the people of Wei and abide by the contract.

Song Yuan smiled coldly: "Mother, I have lived like this all my life because of a prophecy. How can I tolerate witchcraft? Originally, I planned to support my eldest brother to rise to power. With my eldest brother here, I will never be able to meet the contract stipulations in my life. If the conditions are met, the contract cannot be established, but he actually killed my eldest brother, with old and new grudges, I cannot tolerate him."

"Do you want to die together?" Xiao Shen's voice was trembling. She clutched Song Yuan's clothes tightly, trying to make her think clearly.

Song Yuan took a long breath: "It was a mistake of mine that allowed the southern Xinjiang wizard to take advantage of the loophole. Then I must put an end to it myself."

Little Shen was speechless again. She looked at Song Yuan and wanted to persuade her but couldn't. She knew her child well and was brave and independent. Since she was willing to tell her the matter, she must have made up her mind.

"Mother." Song Yuan knelt on the ground and looked up at little Shen: "My child is unfilial. I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of you until the end of my life."

Little Shen quickly covered her mouth and shook her head: "If you don't say this, the matter has not yet come to a conclusion, why are you so depressed? You don't believe in the longevity magic, how can you still believe in the contract?"

"My child is worried that he won't be able to arrange his funeral, so he wants to make preparations in advance." Song Yuan held her hand: "My mother thinks, after my child, who can inherit the throne?"

These words stopped little Shen from asking. Although she was smart and thoughtful, she had never thought about this question. Now that Song Yuan came to ask, she was silent for a long time before saying: "Among your nephews, except for Viagra, Ce Ge is the oldest Some, while the others are still children. It’s hard to say whether they have good or bad talents when they become adults. If time is tight and you want to stabilize the situation, you must not choose a child.

The second master is still here, and he will give his full support to both Wei Ge and Ce Ge. Wei Ge is the only son of Prince Ming Gong, so it would be justifiable for him to succeed him. Moreover, he has always been raised as a prince, but he was favored by the Lin family when he was young. Wrong, too indecisive, not as clear as Ce Ge in making decisions. "

Song Yuan nodded: "What mother said is the same as what I think. In fact, I prefer Wei Ge in my heart. The eldest brother's affection for me is one reason, and Wei Ge is more suitable than Ce Ge for another reason. This child is enough Being kind and tolerant, I arranged for him to follow Mu Lin in civil affairs because I wanted him to break away from the books and truly feel what the people need. Only in this way can he have a clear plan."

"Just make your own decision." Xiao Shen couldn't help but feel sad.

"One more thing, mother, please remember that the Imperial Master is good at deceiving people and has the ability to read minds. If you get too close to him, you must not weigh your accusations in your heart."

"Okay." Little Shen agreed, but she felt even more uncomfortable in her heart. If Song Yuan didn't tell her, she would never know about these things in her life. Song Yuan must have suffered a lot in the past few years after leaving her. .

Song Yuan felt a lot relieved after telling Xiao Shen, but before she left the palace, someone from the palace hurriedly came to report that Emperor Hongming had fainted and the situation was not optimistic.

Song Yuan did not dare to delay, so he rushed over immediately and hurried to invite several princes into the palace. When he arrived in front of Emperor Hongming, he was indeed unconscious. The doctors surrounded him and gave him needles, trying to wake him up. Song Yuan just took a look, then withdrew first, and asked: "Can you go to Tongtong to pass it on to the Queen?"

At this time, it would be unreasonable for Queen Shen not to come over and take a look.

"I have already gone back to Your Highness. It's just that the Queen is ill, unwell, and cannot get up from bed. She really can't come. The Imperial Concubine only said she understands, Concubine Liu."

"Okay." Before the waiter could finish speaking, Song Yuan knew what was going on.

It seems that no one is willing to come to see Emperor Hongming off, but it is really no wonder that others are cruel. For decades, he has been greedy for beauty, and he has missed the youth of many women for the moment. Not to mention, several have given birth to children for him. His daughter's wives and concubines are the people with whom he has the most affection, but he does not regard his daughter as a human being. In order to win over power, he completely ignores her daughter's happiness and life, and now he is causing troubles like borrowing children and grandchildren, which can be regarded as a complete loss of his own life. The women were offended.

Who is willing to deal with him?
  As for those young concubines, in their teens and early twenties, how could they be sincere to an old man who was nearly sixty years old? No matter how much he panders to his favor in person, he will always dislike her behind his back. Anyway, he is doomed to live a lonely life, and he is too lazy to act in front of her again.

Soon, several princes arrived. Song Yuan did not go in outside the palace, so they waited outside. Just for a moment, the color of the sky and the earth changed, heavy rain was coming, and the earthy smell was mixed in the wind and poured into the nose. Song Yuan's robe was blown loudly.

She stood with her hands behind her hands, looking at the thick dark clouds gradually gathering above her head with an indifferent expression. Several princes and princes stood quietly behind her, all of them with extremely calm expressions.

The palace attendant came out in a hurry: "Your Highness, the Emperor is awake."

Hearing this, Mu Guogong, who was standing quietly, couldn't help but glance at Song Yuan. Seeing that she was indifferent, he suddenly understood. None of them spoke, and the palace people did not dare to repeat it a second time. They just hunched their waists and waited. .

In the palace, the strong wind blew the curtains into chaos. Emperor Hong Ming looked at the violently shaking curtains, clutching the bedclothes tightly and beating them desperately. He roared, his eyes widened, and his voice was hoarse and rapid, but the Imperial Physician Palace beside him But the people seemed to be blind and deaf. Not only did no one pay attention to him, but they all retreated.

In the huge dormitory, he was the only one struggling on the large bed. He really couldn't stand the dead silence before the storm. He moved his stiff body desperately, and finally reached the edge of the bed. He used all his strength to roll off the bed, and the pain on his body The quilt cushioned him.

Only half of his body was stiff, making it extremely difficult for him to crawl. He squirmed out in an extremely awkward posture, but just two steps away was already exhausting his energy.

Emperor Hong Ming had no strength to continue crawling out. He lay on the ground and turned to look at the long sword hanging in his bedroom. Thinking of his grace when he was young, he had mixed feelings for a while, and his face was covered with tears and saliva.

He regretted it, he missed Song Chun. If his loyal and kind eldest son was still alive, he would never be in such a miserable state.