daughter in power

Chapter 137
The horse galloped straight into the palace.

Seeing that it was King Xiaoyang, the imperial guards guarding the city pulled out their swords with a "shua" sound and raised their voices, "Please dismount, my lord."

The voice is high-pitched, unprecedented.

King Xiaoyang looked over coldly, and seeing everyone wearing ocher yellow armor, they seemed to be fully prepared.

He sneered, hugged Qiqi tightly, and said disdainfully: "The Queen's Empress Xuanben Wang has an audience, is this the etiquette for her to summon the prince?"

The Imperial Forest Army didn't dare to move, but their expressions relaxed.

In the past, they never stopped Xiaoyang King.

How dare you stop him?

"Father is seriously ill, and his life may be in danger. This king's medical skills, in today's world, except for the old man who returned to the mountain, it is difficult for anyone to be equal to him. You... really hope that father dies?"

His face turned cold, and he looked straight at the past, causing all the imperial guards to retreat.

Backing away, someone couldn't bear the pressure and gave up their weapons.

One person dropped his weapon, the others didn't dare to stop them, finally put down their weapons and retreated obediently.

King Xiaoyang snorted coldly, clamped the horse's belly, and galloped the horse.

He still did not forget to raise his voice to order: "Securing the gate of the palace, if the father is not awake, no one is allowed to enter the palace. Anyone who breaks into the palace will be punished as treason."

The Imperial Forest Army panicked, and hurriedly bowed to answer: "Here."

Running all the way, the Chang'an Avenue was full of Gong'e inner eunuchs kneeling.

They are all waiting to welcome today's newlyweds.

Now, Emperor Wuwei suffered a stroke and fell to the ground, before they could evacuate.

Looking at Gong'e who was kneeling all over the ground, Qiqi gradually frowned.

Seeing He Gong's solemn and flustered appearance, I'm afraid that Emperor Wuwei's life is hanging by a thread.

When we arrived at the imperial study room, the main hall was full of brightly colored concubines, both old and young.

But Qiqi did not see the pregnant Wen Jieyu.

Xiao Yang Wang said: "You wait here for me first, and I will make a decision after I have seen Father's condition."

There were many people waiting in the hall, and she was not one of them.

However, she was still wearing a bright red wedding dress and a bright red gauze, so it was really strange to suddenly appear here.

Someone said: "The seventh prince and the princess, are they not married yet?"

If there is no marriage, there are countless marriages.

If Emperor Wuwei happened to pass away again, King Xiaoyang should observe the three-year filial piety period, and it would be even more difficult for him to marry.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, with a seemingly tentative look on their faces.

In the inner hall, the crying has not stopped, and in the main hall, these women started to gossip about Qiqi and King Xiaoyang's marriage.

King Xiaoyang said: "Father is seriously ill, you don't worry about father much, but you are worried about this king's concubine. Is this worry too far away?"

He didn't pay much attention to these women anymore, gently squeezed Qiqi's fingers, and walked towards the inner hall.

Zhang Yeting rushed out just in time, and when he saw King Xiaoyang, he hurriedly said: "My lord... you are here, the imperial doctors are all gone, scratching their heads... a bunch of trash!"

Qiqi looked over, and the figure of King Xiaoyang quickly disappeared behind the bead curtain.

In the main hall, the buzzing sound of discussion covered up the sound of crying.

The concubines of the whole palace are no longer jealous at this moment, but start to think about the aftermath.

Qiqi randomly found a soft chair to sit on, looked at the audience indifferently, and didn't say much.

After waiting for an hour, King Xiaoyang has not come out yet.

The Empress, Concubine De, and Concubine Shu are still accompanying in the inner hall.

Wen Jieyu was nowhere to be seen.

Qiqi became suspicious and wanted to ask some questions, but she didn't know who to ask.

Few of the female relatives in the hall seemed to be really worried about Emperor Wuwei.

"The prince...the prince is back."

At the entrance of the main hall, the inner warden announced loudly.

In a moment, the prince, dressed in ocher yellow, came in holding a celadon bowl.

He looked in a hurry, not knowing where he came from.

There was also a rare heaviness on his face.

"Mother..."

Before he walked in, he opened his mouth to call, and the voice was sincere, as if he had done some great work, but he was extremely weak.

Qiqi looked at him, and heard him say loudly: "Isn't the imperial doctor helpless? Erchen just went to look up the ancient prescriptions, and said that the other medicines are useless for apoplexy. The patient's own son's efforts must be made." Take the bowl directly, and it won't get better until the third quarter of the child."

She was startled, and looked carefully at the prince's celadon bowl, and she saw that it was bright red inside, no doubt it must be blood.

The smell of blood rushed to the face, and all the concubines had already vomited.

The prince didn't care about the others, and rushed into the inner hall with the bowl of heart blood in his hand.

After another half hour, the crying in the inner hall continued unabated, and the prince's voice disappeared.

It is not known whether the unconscious Emperor Wuwei drank that bowl of heart blood.

"Report..."

At the gate, another inner eunuch hurriedly reported.

"Report..." The inner supervisor looked up and suddenly didn't know who to report to.

He froze for a moment, and hurriedly said: "The Eighth Prince is plotting a rebellion...with the elite soldiers of the Eighth Prince's Mansion, he is fighting with the spring guard guarding the gate of Qianzhong..."

In the hall, the concubines were startled, and someone couldn't help screaming.

"Come on, the Eighth Prince has rebelled, and the Eighth Prince is about to enter the door..."

"What to do, what to do, if the emperor dies..."

The concubines are as impatient as ants on a hot pan, and they no longer care about their appearance.

Qiqi stared coldly at the noisy concubines, then turned and entered the inner hall.

In the inner hall, there is a crowd.

The imperial physicians hadn't withdrawn yet, they were all waiting in front of the dragon bed, expecting King Xiaoyang to turn things around.

The prince covered his heart, not knowing where the bowl of blood had gone.

Concubine De and Concubine Shu stood next to the prince with serious expressions on their faces.

Only the queen, with a well-maintained face, showed fatigue and red eye circles.

In the innermost part, sitting in front of the bed is the King of Xiaoyang.

He was administering needles to restore blood to Emperor Wuwei.

Qiqi's heart skipped a beat, and she blurted out, "My lord, I have a stroke due to cerebral hemorrhage, and I need to bleed from my fingertips."

The people in the hall were startled, Qi Qi looked back at her.

King Xiaoyang also turned around.

"I've already let the blood go, but there is too much blood in the father's brain, and the blood needs to be drained."

His face was cold, and there was no sign of tension.

She blinked: "The Eighth Prince conspired against him, fought with Chun Shui at Qianzhong Gate, and tried to break into the palace."

One word stirred up a thousand waves.

The people in the inner hall panicked, and the prince's expression changed: "The eighth younger brother dares to seek to usurp the throne! Waiting for this prince..."

"Ze'er!" The queen scolded loudly.

The prince choked and lowered his head.

The queen looked at Qiqi coldly: "How did you know that the eight kings conspired against each other? How could Chunshui gather at Qianzhong Gate? The emperor is seriously ill, and none of you hope that he will get better soon, but you only think about him." dragon chair."

She is imposing, and her eyes are almost suspected of cannibalism.

The atmosphere in the hall was as cold as ice for a moment.

It seems that it is not the Eight Kings who seek to usurp the throne, but Qiqi, who has no power to restrain the chicken.

It was as if a string was suddenly tightened, and everyone could hear a strange smell in their ears.

Qiqi's eyes flashed.

King Xiaoyang has stood up: "Queen Mother."

The string that collapsed to the limit, let go.

He walked towards Qiqi indifferently, and said calmly: "When I came, my minister ordered the wolf barracks to rush to the rescue of Liuhuo City, and ordered Chunshui to guard the Qianzhong gate."

He walked up to Qiqi, stood shoulder to shoulder with her, and coldly glanced at the people in the palace: "If the emperor does not wake up, these people are not allowed to enter the palace. No matter who it is, once they break into the palace, they will be punished as treason."

This is actually a very good arrangement.

To ensure the safety of the palace, but also to ensure the safety of the emperor's life.

The queen's expression changed: "There are 3 people in the Wolf Barracks. What do you mean by ordering them to rush to the city of Ruohuo? Although your father has suffered a stroke, he has not yet died! Your behavior is really criticized by the courtiers!"

Xiaoyang Wang said calmly: "The prince's elder brother stays at home all day long, and he doesn't have any troops. If everyone really looks like the eighth brother, I'm afraid the palace has already fallen."

He turned his head and looked at Qiqi: "My husband knows, you send an order to order Chunshui to strictly guard the Qianzhong gate, and capture the eight kings alive. The rest of them will be killed without mercy. If someone breaks into the palace again, the previous example will still be followed."

Qiqi looked at him, read the gentleness and determination in his eyes, and hurried out of the inner hall.

Outside, the inner prison quickly sent an order to go out.

The queen has been chased out.

Qiqi looked at her through the gauze, and saw the deep hatred in her eyes.

Because mother and son are not favored, in this palace, although she is the empress, her power is not as great as that of King Xiaoyang.

For example, the inner eunuch, who was obviously a close friend of Emperor Wuwei, was easily dispatched by King Xiaoyang.

The queen's face was cold, and she said to the concubines: "The emperor's dragon body will soon be healthy, and you must not make random guesses. It's getting late, let's all disperse."

Everyone was stunned, and a concubine immediately cried: "The empress...how is the emperor doing? The concubine is worried and wants to go to see the emperor..."

As soon as she cried, everyone else started crying, wanting to go into the inner hall and have a look at Emperor Wuwei.

The queen's face was still cold: "The imperial doctor ordered that there should not be too many people in the palace, let's go."

The meaning of the words has been decided, the concubines did not dare to do anything wrong again, and bowed back.

After everyone had dispersed, the hall was unusually empty, Qiqi and the queen looked at each other again without saying a word.

King Xiaoyang entered the inner hall for almost three hours, but he still hasn't come out yet.

Although Emperor Wuwei is not dead, it is unknown whether he can wake up.

"You and the Seven Kings are already married?"

The queen raised her eyebrows and said something irrelevant.

Qiqi's voice was faint: "My daughter doesn't know what is married and what is not married. The emperor is seriously ill, and the prince is only concerned about the safety of the emperor, and so is my daughter."

If there is no leak, the queen has heard a lot in her life.

But at the moment, she seemed very dissatisfied.

She smiled coldly, turned around and walked towards the inner hall.

Qiqi lowered her head.

"The fetus in Wen Jieyu's womb did not arrive after the due date, so she chose to give birth after the emperor suffered a stroke. Qin Tianjian said that the fetus in her womb was born by the lone star of the evil spirit, and its fate was hard to overcome the father and the mother. I have pity She is the emperor's darling, so she was not executed. But..."

The queen stood by the bead curtain, looking back at Qiqi, her tone was flat: "She is giving birth alone in the cold palace now, if she can survive this test, her fate will be determined. If not, she will be alone with Tiansha Xing's life is lost in Huangquan. Who told her child's life to be too hard to beat his father!"

The bead curtain swayed, and the queen had already stepped into the inner hall.

In the inner hall, everyone was concerned about the safety of Emperor Wuwei, who would care about the life and death of a little Wen Jieyu.

Qiqi knew that King Xiaoyang and Wen Jieyu had already reached a certain agreement.

To keep Jieyu's mother and child safe.

But at this moment, he was exhausting all his energy to save Emperor Wuwei, and he couldn't escape at all.

As for Concubine De, who had always been in the same camp as Wen Jieyu, it was even more impossible to get away at this moment.

No one knew that Wen Jieyu had started her body and was about to give birth.

The queen deliberately blocked the news, but only told Qiqi.

Leng Gong produces alone?

Since Wen Jieyu was pregnant, she was taken to the Imperial Study Room by Emperor Wuwei to take good care of her.

All should be the best and most refined for daily life.

To this day, Qiqi is overjoyed, but the empress wants to give her unborn baby a fate of a lone star from the gods, and asks both mother and child to go to hell together.

The reason is that the choice is so legitimate.

(End of this chapter)