Prosperous advisors

Chapter 495 Emperor Xiyue is seriously ill (3)
Mu Qingyi pushed his hand away helplessly, and asked, "How is the palace? You seemed to be in a bad mood just now." Normally, the worse Rong Jin was in a bad mood, the more he liked to ravage Huo'er.

Rong Jin's eyes flickered slightly, and he said calmly: "When I went to Meiyuan today, I stopped by Qinghe Hall."

Mu Qingyi was startled, paused for Huo'er's smooth hand, frowned and said, "Hall of Qinghe? You go..." The Hall of Qinghe had just heard the news that Emperor Xiyue had issued a will, and Rong Jin ran away In the past, it was too hasty.If someone finds out, the consequences will be disastrous.

Rong Jin smiled and said, "Would this king be so stupid? Naturally, I didn't go there for the will, but just to... confirm the old man's condition. However, I discovered an interesting thing."

Mu Qingyi raised her eyebrows and looked at him curiously.Rong Jin smiled and said, "Someone poisoned the old man."

"Poisoned?" Mu Qingyi was startled, the palace was heavily guarded, and the things the emperor entered had to go through multiple inspections.Under such circumstances, the only thing that can be done successfully is... Medicine King Valley!

It is impossible for Mo Wenqing to do such a thing, so there is only Lingshu.

"Did she really spare no effort to destroy the Valley of Medicine Kings?" If Emperor Xiyue really died of poisoning, it's not just a matter of Lingshu or a doctor, I'm afraid Xiyue is a little famous Anyone who uses poison will be in trouble, and Mo Wenqing is no exception.

Rong Jin sneered and said: "It's unnecessary. If the old man really took Shuyu Dan, any poison would not be effective for him in a short period of time. If he didn't take Shuyu Dan, he wouldn't have many days to live, and he would take chronic poison What's the use?"

Thinking of the person behind the coffin, Mu Qingyi sighed softly.Looking at Rong Jin, he said in a low voice: "Rong Jin, do you really not regret it?"

Those people are not irrelevant people, they are Rong Jin's father...or grandfather.But whatever it was, it wasn't an irrelevant outsider.If Rong Jin really didn't care at all, he would not have such indifference and disdain when mentioning them.

Rong Jin was startled, and lowered his eyes slightly.He raised his arms around her slender waist, grabbed Huo'er and put it on his lap, turned his body sideways and rested his head on Mu Qingyi's lap, and said lightly, "Why do you regret it? Well...maybe after they die, I will The king will think about it and see if he will regret it." But now, he just wants these people to die!

Mu Qingyi smiled wryly, it would be too late when they were all dead.

Mu Qingyi is not a weak person, she can scheming mercilessly against the prince of Huaguo, but she can't help but keep three points against Emperor Xiyue and Rong Zhang.Not because of them, but because of the man in front of her who was sometimes arrogant, sometimes unruly, and sometimes fragile and innocent.

After all, she still put him in her heart.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Mu Qingyi smiled lightly, if you regret it in the future, I will bear the guilt for you.Rong Jin raised his hand to hold the jade finger she was obsessed with on his face, and said with a low laugh: "Qingqing, I have to do these things myself. It's good for Qingqing to watch, and I will be happy only when I finish these things with my own hands. "How could he not know Qingqing's thoughts, but how could he be willing to let her bear such a thing?Even though he knew that no matter who Qingqing killed, he would not blame him, but he didn't want to make her feel uneasy.

"Rong Jin, are you an idiot?" Mu Qingyi frowned.

Rong Jin smiled and said: "It's because I'm extremely smart that my decisions are all right." So, how can I let Qingqing leave a knot in her heart for those people?

At the beginning of March, the dispute between King Zhuang and King Duan, which had been raging for more than a month, finally came to an end under the strong intervention of Emperor Xiyue.In the end, Rong Yan was demoted to the county king, and Duanwang's party suffered heavy losses.Although Rong Xuan retained the position of prince, he was sick and everyone knew that the situation was over.For a while, the younger princes below couldn't help but start to feel active, but before they had time to make any plans, the news that Emperor Xiyue was seriously ill finally couldn't be suppressed anymore.Before the morning court was over, Emperor Xiyue vomited blood directly in the court hall, so tired that he couldn't sit up in the dragon chair.

Only then did the princes and courtiers realize that the majesty who once made them fear and awe was already a thin and aging old man.It turns out that the tall and straight appearance in memory has long since disappeared, and all that is left are the wrinkles and gray hair bestowed by the years.

"How is the father?" In the bedroom, all the officials knelt outside and looked forward to it, while the princes inside were eagerly watching the imperial doctor who was taking the pulse of Emperor Xiyue.

At the beginning of March, the imperial doctor was already sweating profusely.In the eyes of everyone, he carefully put down the emaciated hand of Emperor Xiyue, and said in a trembling voice: "My lords...your majesty, your majesty's body...is extremely weak. Already...already, ministers and others are incompetent, and it is really impossible to prescribe medicine. "

Rong Xing said impatiently: "This king is asking what kind of disease father has?"

The imperial physician shook his head and said, "Your Majesty, I am not sick."

Everyone is silent, no disease is the most troublesome disease.Emperor Xiyue is almost seventy years old, which can be regarded as a long life in the royal family.When you are old and the time has come, naturally no one can do anything about it.It's just that last year the Emperor Xiyue was still energetic and imposing, but now he suddenly became like this, and it really made people feel a little overwhelmed for a while.

"Go down and decoct the medicine." Finally, Rong Yan said in a deep voice.The so-called decoctions are just some medicines for recuperation, which is better than nothing.

"Yes, I will take my leave." The imperial physician respectfully replied, and retreated carefully.

There was silence in the bedroom, and the princes looked at each other with different expressions.However, he couldn't help but stare at Emperor Xiyue who was still unconscious on the bed, and his mood was extremely complicated for a while.

"Father, you're awake!" Emperor Xiyue had not been in a coma for a long time, and just as the imperial doctor withdrew, he slowly opened his eyes.The eleventh prince who saw it first hurried forward.

"Jin'er..." Emperor Xiyue called out in a low voice.

Everyone's eyes fell on Rong Jin in an instant, staring at the calm Rong Jin with jealousy and hatred.Rong Jin raised his eyebrows, walked to the bed, "Father."

Emperor Xiyue glanced sideways at the crowd, and said weakly: "Go back, I have something to say to King Yu. The imperial edict for passing on the throne has been placed behind the plaque in the Hall of Qinghe, and you can go there when I die. Take it out and have a look. As for now... give me peace of mind!" Even though he was extremely weak, what Emperor Xiyue said still made people feel awe-inspiring murderous aura.

All the princes present couldn't help feeling a sense of grievance in their hearts.Perhaps in the heart of the father, these princes have never really been considered anything, just a tool for carrying on the family line, and they have never been regarded as sons at all, have they?
(End of this chapter)