"Yes, I thank His Highness for your grace," Ling Shi'an said. While clasping his fists again, he said, "His Royal Highness, Lord Right Prime Minister has got the news. Now he is summoning his subordinate officials and a group of guests to prepare for His Highness's ascension to the throne. Now only waiting for the edict of the abdication of the Lord Long Live. And the Lord Long Live His Majesty's imperial decree has been conferred."
"Got it," Zhong Mingzheng said slowly, standing up from the chair slowly. Walking slowly towards the dormitory, walking to the door of the dormitory, looking at Zhao Ruhai with a face as pale as earth. Zhong Mingzheng hooked his lips mockingly. "Eunuch Zhao, you just said that the father just took the sedative medicine, so you can't be disturbed. Now the king has been waiting here for more than half an hour. What's the matter? Isn't the father awake? If he still can't wake up, it's a big deal It’s not good, it’s time to notify the hospital.”
Zhao Ruhai knelt down on the ground with a "plop": "My lord, Long Live Lord can't stand it..."
"Ruhai, let that Nizi come in! Ahem!" Suddenly. Zhong Zhiheng's angry shout came from inside, but the sound of coughing mixed in inside inevitably made the emperor's wrath be discounted.
"Your Highness. Please." Zhao Ruhai got up and had to lift the curtain for Zhong Mingzheng.
"Hmph!" Zhong Mingzheng cast a sidelong glance at Zhao Ruhai, and then strode into the bedroom.
"Son, pay respects to Father Emperor! Respectfully greet Father Emperor!" Zhong Mingzheng knelt and kowtowed before the bed.
"You still know that you are a minister!" Zhong Zhiheng stared at Zhong Mingzheng, who was kneeling by the bed, with his hazy eyes wide open, pointing at him with trembling fingers, "Look at what you have done? This is The way of being a son? The gift of being a minister?! Ah?! Cough cough!"
"My son is just trying to imitate my father, how could my father be so angry? Hehe," Zhong Mingzheng raised his head, and while speaking slowly, took the time to look at Zhong Zhiheng's instantly stiff and sallow face. When he spoke again , with a sneer, "What? Father is now thinking of what he did in the past? Is it regretful? I am afraid later? Or do you think you have got the reward of the world today?"
"You...you bastard! Don't talk nonsense!" Zhong Zhiheng said with a sigh, reaching out to hit Zhong Mingzheng's face, but Zhong Mingzheng grabbed his wrist fiercely, and he didn't shake it a few times Throwing it away, Zhong Mingzheng let go of his hand suddenly, and Zhong Zhiheng fell on the bed like mud.
"What? Did the father treat the late emperor like this before?" Zhong Mingzheng said coldly, while standing up from the ground, he pulled a stool and sat down in front of the bed. There is undisguised disgust and disgust in the eyes, "Father, you think you are thorough and flawless, but there is no impenetrable wall in this world? Even if the Queen Mother helped you in order to preserve the glory of the Xu family, Do you really think that you can sit back and relax when this regicide and traitor decides to hide the truth for you? Doesn’t anyone know about your animal behavior?” At this point, Zhong Mingzheng suddenly leaned forward, facing Zhong Zhiheng with a pale face. Face, word by word, said bitterly, "Father, in this palace, how did you kill the king and seize the throne? How did you force the first emperor to write the imperial edict? How did you feed the first emperor yourself? The emperor’s poison? Today, the son will repeat the same old place. It is said that the upper beam is not upright and the lower beam is crooked. Father, you must stop calling your son a rebellious son. The son just inherited your mantle. !"
"You... you... full of nonsense!" Zhong Zhiheng struggled to breathe, his breathing was extremely rough, his mouth grew very big, like a fish that was dying but still struggling to survive, "you... you are a rebellious person Nizi! Get out! Get out!"