It was the first time that Uncle Qian saw that dignified and dignified Highness showing such a helpless and panic-stricken expression. He couldn't blame himself any more, and wished he could die on the spot to apologize.
If there is no King Guang'an,? There will be no other person's life, but now, he has failed his trust so much.
He never asked about any matters that King Guang'an gave him. No matter how doubtful he was, he still abided by his duty and acted according to his orders. Advent. Otherwise, how cold is this Bizi soup? His Highness still drank one bowl after another regardless of his health, and almost broke his body, but he still couldn't avoid the end of pregnancy.
Although Uncle Qian is a local doctor, but he is proficient in the technique of Qi and Huang, and His Highness's pulse condition has clearly determined that there is no possibility of having a child. How can he conceive? He really can't figure out the reason.
Weeping unceasingly,? I can hear the urgent voice of the person above: "Give me a medicine."
Li Yuanmin got up suddenly, and rushed to Uncle Qian: "Go and get me a medicine, clean and tidy..."
He didn't say it clearly, but how could Uncle Qian not know what he meant
Kowtowed again and again, tears streaming down: "Your Highness must not, you have taken too much Bizi decoction, which has already hurt the base, if the tiger and wolf medicine is used, I am afraid that you will collapse, and your life will not be guaranteed!"
But seeing the person in front of him staggered and almost passed out.
Uncle Qian hurriedly stepped forward to support him. Seeing that his face was expressionless, he was extremely terrified: "Your Highness! Your Highness!"
The sky completely darkened, and everything in the room was suddenly hidden in a dull scene, like a dark tide, swallowing everything.
After a long time, a faint voice said: "Go down first."
Uncle Qian hesitated, waiting for some persuasion with tears in his eyes, but the eyes of the person in front of him had already turned sharp, and he couldn't hear him. He only let out a long sigh and walked away.
What he didn't know was that there was another person hiding in the dark who was going through all the sorrows like him.
In the dark corner, Ni Ying, who was hiding in the corner, burst into tears and bit her lips tightly, refusing to let herself make a sound.
It was completely dark, and the people in the room did not call anyone to light the lamps, but just sat quietly on the grand master's chair. Songzhu guarded the door anxiously, stretching his neck to look inside from time to time.
"Songzhu..." There was a faint voice inside.
Songzhu's heart trembled, and he stepped in hastily.
In the darkness, he couldn't see the expression on Li Yuanmin's face clearly, he just felt that his shoulders collapsed all of a sudden, shrugging there, lifeless.
"No need to prepare dinner... I'm tired, just lie down and don't bother me."
The person in front of him dropped a light word, got up, and staggered to the bedroom.
Shochiku looked at his back worriedly.
The veil hangs quietly, and a person sits quietly beside the dark bed.
He put his hands on his sides, lowered his head, and soon big tears fell down, wet the clothes on his legs, and smudged them.
He thought, why is this happening.
He was not rash in this matter. Although Uncle Qian made a conclusion, he was still not at ease. He also went to several famous doctors for repeated examinations in private, and they all said that he was absolutely childless.
But why does fate always make fun of him like this
He thought of his raped childhood, the humiliating chastity belt, and the pain he suffered because of this deformed body all these years. Everything seemed to tell him that no matter how hard he struggled, he would never escape. Not to escape the fate brought to him by this deformed body.
His eyes fell on the lower abdomen, but he quickly pulled off the quilt and hid in it in a panic, covered tightly from head to toe. At this moment, he is no longer the vassal king who bears heavy responsibilities. Your toddler is nothing but a frightened child.
Ni Ying has been guarding the door for a long time, her feet are numb, she wiped away the tears on her cheeks, opened the door and went in.
The room was pitch black. Ni Ying lifted the veil and walked to the front of the collapse. She squatted down slowly. In front of her eyes, the Sujin quilt bulged like a fragile barrier. Her throat was choked and she gently lifted it. He took off the quilt, revealing a pale, frightened face inside.
"Aying..." The person in front of him tried to hold on, but couldn't hold it anymore, only shaking his lips and crying, "Aying."
Ni Ying didn't cry along with him, but only showed him a relieved smile: "Your Highness, don't be afraid."
She caressed his face, completely abandoned the secular etiquette, climbed onto the bed, hugged his head tightly in her arms, and stroked him gently, just like the tenderness she had received as a child.
"Your Highness, don't be afraid." She kept repeating.
The person in his arms was shaking violently, as if he was chilling.
After a long time, he gradually closed his eyes and fell asleep under the girl's gentle touch.
***
Deeper dew weight.
The solemn and majestic high-rise compound is full of lights, and the soldiers are patrolling nervously. Occasionally, one or two ordinary people pass by, but they are afraid and hide far away.
Cao Gang hurried into the meeting hall with several files in his hand. The lights inside were brightly lit. In the hall was a tall man sitting with a big horse and a golden knife, flipping through the books in front of him.
The temples are cut like knives, with stern eyebrows and a dignified demeanor, born with an invisible power.
Cao Gang praised secretly in his heart, took a deep breath, piled up the files on the table, and respectfully said: "Commander, the troops of the original Liangjiang camp have been compiled, please have a look."
"Okay, put it away." Yan Lie put down the booklet in his hand, and glanced at him.
After all, he has been a monarch and minister for two generations, but Cao Gang understood what he meant with a look from the other party.
Holding his eyebrows and holding his breath at the moment: "Everything in Beijing is as usual, the wind and the sea are calm."
"Send more people to watch, pass orders, and any changes must be reported, especially Sima and his son." Yan Lie narrowed his eyes slightly: "It's calm...the wolf ambitions of the previous life, how can this life be unsatisfactory."
Now Emperor Mingde is sick in bed and has not been to court for many days.
Others don't know, but Yan Lie, who has lived through two lives, doesn't know that in another month, the old emperor will return to the west. Soon, the palace will decree to confer the eldest prince Li Yuanqian as the crown prince of the East Palace, and give the seal of Jian Guo. Seeing that the world is about to fall into Li Yuanqian's palm smoothly, this is the time when Shun Shun Dang, Ming De For some reason, the emperor was furious before his sick bed, deprived him of the title of prince, who had been conferred for less than a month, and demoted him to a commoner.
The accident happened so suddenly that all parties were caught off guard. Within a few days, Sima Ji, Marquis of Zhenbei even took down Li Yuanqian for disrespecting the crown prince. Within half a month, Li Yuanqian committed suicide in Zhao Prison. Beihou immediately supported the third prince Li Yuanmin to ascend the throne, causing an uproar in the government and the public. Among them, how many roles the Sima and his sons played is naturally everyone's suspicion.
However, what kind of person is Zhenbei Hou Simaji, who uses thunderbolts and thunderbolts, and handles things ruthlessly. Although the eldest prince's party is not a vegetarian, under Simaji's iron fist, he killed batch after batch until there was no more opposition from the court , This is the rest, not to mention that since Xue Zaixing, Li Yuanqian's confidant, was cut off from power, the Jiangbei camp under his command is divided into three groups, each with their own opinions, and they cannot be twisted together. They cannot resist Zhenbeihou's Million Eagle Army at all. What's even more troublesome is that the Oirat and Tatar armies took advantage of the chaos to move southward, and internal and external troubles were imminent.
In the twenty-ninth year of the Chuwu Dynasty, Emperor Mingde passed away. Under the control of the ambitious Sima and his son, Li Yuanmin successfully ascended the throne, changed the Yuan system, and was called Chaoyuan Emperor.
Yi Lie took the lead at this moment, seized the opportunity, and asked to lead the army to fight, avoiding the liquidation of the Zhenbei Hou Mansion. Using this as a starting point, he strengthened his team and gradually accumulated subversive forces. The capital of this dynasty.
At this point in time, Wang Chaoluan's party has been wiped out, but Li Yuanxu, the four princes of the same idiot, has no chance of turning over, and Sima Ji's support for the puppet naturally chooses people with no background. Among the remaining princes, who can choose There are only two people left.
Yi Lie's eyes darkened, and a slender figure that was suppressed in his mind emerged, stirring his calm heart. He suppressed the chaos and only thought about it. In this life, the man escaped from the control of Simahou's mansion and went to Lingnan. He didn't know whether he would fall into the plot of that old man Sima Ji again. How much tricks did he have? However, how much can a prince in a remote place resist
Seeing his complexion suddenly darken, Cao Gang couldn't help but ask, "What are your scruples, my lord?"
Yi Lie took a deep breath, "It's nothing."
He thought for a while, then lowered his voice: "Although we are following the path of the previous life, it is not foolproof after all. This commander still does not believe that there are only a few of us who have memories of the previous life in this dynasty."
Cao Gang's heart trembled, and he immediately bowed his head: "The subordinates will definitely pay close attention to it."
"It doesn't have to be an army. Now that the Jiangbei camp is in our hands, although there is still Zhu Chen tied up, he is not completely at a disadvantage." Yan Lie sneered: "Li Yuanqian's suspicion has helped me If it wasn't for this, how could I take over the Jiangbei camp for Xue Zaixing by virtue of my background as a slave in Youting Ting."
He tapped the desk a few times with his fingers, and ordered: "Two things must be closely monitored. One is to pay attention to the movements of Wala and Tatar, and the other is to send more people to Zhenbeihoufu. Xie Lao The general asked him to continue to help watch, we must know a few key points from time to time, if there is a change, we can find another way, so as not to fall behind."
Cao Gang led the order.
After Cao Gang left, Yan Lie took the file on the case and looked at it. After a while, he threw it aside in a distracted manner. He took a deep breath and touched it into his bosom. A simple wooden hairpin, reflecting the candlelight, has a faint luster.
After that night of chaos, the man disappeared without a trace, leaving only this thing.
He was whirling and placed it on the tip of his nose. A ray of cold fragrance lingered around his nostrils. It was the breath that appeared from time to time in his dreams. He couldn't help exhaling slowly.
Wait, wait a little longer.
His Adam's apple moved, and he suddenly held it tightly in his palm, and closed his eyes.
The author has something to say: Li Yuanmin spends his whole life healing childhood.
Rest assured, it will be cured.