Seeing them coming, this time without waiting for Liu Yusheng to follow the trend of Qingbai to speak, the Guards automatically gave up a way to let them in.
I want to come because before, I have been ordered by Duan Ting to stop them.
In the main hall, there are no longer the maidservants who used to be full of servants on both sides of the main hall.
Even the old eunuch who had been attending Bei Canghuang's side has not seen anyone this time.
On the dragon bed, the Bei Canghuang, who was lying alone, lingered.
Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, there was a crashing sound from the partition bead curtain, and the old emperor turned his head.
When he saw Liu Yusheng and his party, his eyes were rounded, and his eyes were dyed red with hatred.
"Feng Qingbai, Liu Yusheng!" After a word, the old emperor roared the names of the two people.
"The emperor's complexion looks better today. As long as you continue to take the medicine, your body should get better after three months." When approaching the dragon bed, meeting the man's cannibal eyes, Liu Yusheng said lightly.
"What do you mean?" If it weren't for Liu Yusheng to be too sure, Bei Canghuang would almost think that the other party was here and get down on the rocks, and specifically taunted him.
But it's not right. What Liu Yusheng clearly said is that after three months, his health will get better
Liu Yusheng smiled, "Didn't the emperor notice that your body has recovered a little bit of strength in the past few days? The feeling of fatigue should have also improved? This plague is not too serious. After contracting the disease, after a few months of destrength, It will slowly get better, it won’t kill people, and it won’t die. As expected, the emperor was born with purple aura, very blessed."
The woman has spoken clearly.
The light in Bei Canghuang's eyes is bright and extinguished, and it is dim and difficult to see, and countless emotions are intertwined. It continued to condense and disperse, and finally collapsed slowly.
"A few days ago, someone just died of the plague. Now you say that the plague does not kill people. So the princess has lost his medical virtue as a doctor and lied to me?"
"The emperor made a mistake, and I did not lie. What I said at the time was that he did suffer from the plague before his life. But suffering from the plague during his lifetime is completely different from dying from the plague. I have not deceived the emperor, so how come Discard medical ethics." She doesn't memorize this pot.
Bei Canghuang's face was no longer able to describe it with pen and ink.
Croton was snuggling at his parents' feet, watching the old emperor’s face repeatedly cracking, and his little eyebrows were constantly dancing with him, very worried.
"Daddy, mother, will he be pissed to death?"
"No." Feng Qingbai replied, "He will calm down quickly, and then look for opportunities to fight back."
Knowing that he will not die, after the initial shock, Bei Canghuang will quickly calm down, and then find a way to regain his rights.
"If this is the case, why does the mother tell him the truth? It's better not to say anything, let him wait in despair, and then there will be no more moths."
Liu Yusheng squinted. Was his son to blame her for being troublesome
"Even if you tell him, he won't be able to get any moths. Your Uncle Duan won't give him such a chance. And we came to see him, isn't it just to tell him the truth?"
If that weren't the case, how could he make Bei Canghuang's face so angry as if he had a color palette, and the changes would be wonderful.
During their stay in Beicang, they were often calculated by the emperor of Beicang. It's really polite to only serve this a little bit. Change the style of Qingbai, there are even more poisonous.
"I heard that the emperor has written the edict on the position of Zen. In a few days, the king will officially ascend the throne. After he succeeds to the throne, the matter of Fengyue Kingdom can be solved easily, and the problem of this king will be solved in a few days. I will leave. I hope that next time I come to Beicang, the emperor is still there, take care."
Nodding to the man, Feng Qingbai took his wife and children away with only this sentence.
"Stop, you stand still for me, I will be infected with the plague, did you do anything in it? Didn't you! Stop, answer me!"
Behind him, Bei Canghuang's roar went straight into the sky.
The backs of the few people who left did not stop, and they all walked away as if they hadn't heard.
Whether to answer or not, the fact is a foregone conclusion. What's more, if they didn't say anything, Bei Canghuang would think they did it, so why bother with him.
As soon as they left, the sleeping hall immediately fell silent. Deep and empty, there is a terrifying breath lingering in the whole room.
The man on the dragon bed had a twisted face and kept shaking his head, muttering something in his mouth. Then he tore the sheets on his body like crazy, and finally fell off the bed.
This night, from time to time, there will be a string of crazy laughter in the sleeping hall, desperate, desolate, and permeating.
Bei Canghuang completely lost.
Because of Fengyue, he was calculated by Feng Qingbai, and he was dragged off the dragon chair and lost completely.
Three days later, the court king Duan Ting took the old emperor's zen edict, ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, amnesty the entire dynasty.
Zhuangzi, who had imprisoned plague patients, lifted the martial law and allowed the patients' relatives to visit.
Immediately afterwards, there was good news from North Korea.
This pandemic, which caused panic among the people of Beicang, did not cause death.
After a few months of onset, as long as you take the medicine on time, you can regain your health.
That is to say, this plague will not pose any threat to the people.
This news made the whole country boil, and at the same time, it also made the people feel more favored and supported the new emperor who had just ascended the throne.
Many people think that the new emperor is in power and the people of Fuze will let them survive this plague.
Invisible, consolidated the foundation of the new emperor.
The capital city of Beicang has regained its former liveliness, the traffic has resumed on the streets, the shops have resumed normal operations, and everything has begun to restore order.
An inconspicuous carriage quietly left Beicang Capital City amidst the bright lights and joy of the city, and slowly set off on the road.
When the new emperor got the news that the Nanling King's family had left the capital, it was too late to send someone to chase after him.
At the beginning, in order to help him obtain the throne, the man had borrowed the holy dragon token he used, but he didn't know when he was missing.
Opening the brocade box in which he stored the token, Duan Ting was silent for a long time, looking at the lonely piece left in it, and finally grinned helplessly with his brows.
He hadn't been able to figure out a pattern for the family's behavior until now.
He really served Feng Qingbo and Liu Yusheng.
No matter, in the future, there will always be a chance to see each other again.
"I heard that Duan Ting gave you an imperial decree in advance on the eve of his ascension to the throne. Take it out and have a look." On the Fenglin trail, on the carriage, Liu Yusheng spied his hands to turn over the man's shirt, trying to find out the imperial decree.
The man didn't stop him, let her search, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were full of indulgence.
At this moment, the noisy little children on the side covered their eyes, closed their mouths quietly, and snickered with their lips.
Daddy and mother are ashamed.