There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 892
"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you, Your Majesty, don't scare your concubines."

"Your Majesty, come, pass on to the imperial doctor, quickly pass on to the imperial doctor..."

"Father..."

"..."

The Imperial Garden, which had been singing and dancing just now, was now in chaos, and it was as bad as it could be.

Feng Ling looked at all this with satisfaction, seeing Feng Huang collapsed, not only did not feel distressed, but also felt happy.

Doesn't he care about his sons?Then he let his sons die tragically in front of him one by one.

Yang Churuo frowned, and let out a long breath.

Father and son kill each other, brothers kill each other... Is this the royal family?Will it happen to them in Chu country one day?

King Xisha looked at Feng Ling and Yang Churuo thoughtfully, and felt that Feng Ling was by no means simple.

Fenghuang's bedroom was surrounded by a crowd of people.

There are imperial physicians, concubines, four princes, and ministers, all of whom hold their hearts tightly. A dark cloud is shrouded in the palace. I dare not say more.

Fenghuang was seriously ill, no one would have thought that Fenghuang would be seriously ill at this time, let alone that the fifth prince, sixth prince, eighth prince, and ninth prince all died tragically outside the palace.

Fengguo originally had many heirs, but now, in just a few months, seven princes died...a total of seven princes, this is unprecedented in history.

Now there are only four princes and seven princes.The fourth prince was suspected of murdering several princes, and gave the heads of the three princes to Fenghuang, which made Fenghuang unable to get sick because of over-excitement. All the civil and military officials saw it with their own eyes, and the fourth prince himself wanted to admit it Well, those three boxes were sent by the fourth prince. As far as the fourth prince is concerned, if he wants to become a prince, even if the emperor agrees, all the officials will not agree.

Especially the supporters of the few princes, it is absolutely impossible for them to appoint someone who killed their master.

Apart from the fourth prince, there is only the seventh prince.

The Seventh Prince used to be a male favourite, but his status was uncertain, should he be made the Prince?This is too precarious, it is impossible, no one can establish the Seventh Prince.

"The emperor fainted because he was frightened. Now the emperor's body is very weak. He must take good care of himself and rest. He must not be stimulated any more. Otherwise, it will be easy..." The imperial physician did not finish his sentence, but everyone knew what he meant up.

"You mean, as long as the emperor takes a good rest, nothing will happen for the time being?"

"Yes, but your majesty has suffered from blows one after another and the wind and cold. His body is already weak, and he really can't be stimulated any more. Your Majesty, I'm going to prescribe medicine for the emperor to take." Several imperial doctors withdrew go down.

In Fenghuang's bedroom, everyone has their own thoughts.Some people wished that the emperor would die quickly, and some people were afraid that the emperor would kick his legs and go straight away. After all, the emperor had not arranged for them a way out, nor had he made decisions for their princes.In Fenghuang's bedroom, there was a sound of crying and crying everywhere. The noise made Fenghuang, who was already uncomfortable, even more uncomfortable. He opened his eyes weakly, and said to the general, "Let them all go out, I alone I don't want to see them."

"Your majesty, the concubines are also worried about the emperor..." The concubines didn't want to leave. How could they leave at such a critical moment? If they did, the emperor might pass the throne to the fourth prince.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the emperor is not feeling well right now, please go back for now, and come back when the emperor is better." The general waved his hand, regardless of whether the concubines agreed or not, let alone whether the concubines were right or not. The emperor's favorite, or someone with great power, waved his hand, causing the guards to drive them all out, causing them a burst of dissatisfaction.

(End of this chapter)