Cold sweat slid down his back, and Zhong Youyu's fingertips trembling slightly as he held the rockery. It's really ridiculous that the dignified prince of a country cooperates with the barbarians.
Quietly withdrawing from the imperial garden, Zhong Youyu walked all the way to the emperor's bedroom. At the bottom of the eighty-eight jade steps, they were surrounded by the Habayashi army in silver armor. Above the jade steps, more than a dozen Jinwu guards are waiting in formation.
Both sides are the guardians of the royal family, but they faintly show a posture of daggers drawn, which is really suspicious.
Zhong Youyu stopped at the foot of the jade steps, and said loudly: "My minister Zhong Youyu, please see the emperor."
The commander of the Yulin Army stepped forward and bowed to salute: "I have seen Su Guogong, the emperor is seriously ill, and I have not seen any foreign ministers."
"The emperor has a decree, pass on the audience of Su Guogong!" The commander of the Jinwu Guard and the commander of the Habayashi Army on the steps looked at each other, and pushed the saber at his waist with one finger.
The commander of the Habayashi Army stopped talking, lowered his eyes and stepped aside, "Please, my lord."
The spacious sleeping hall is filled with a strong smell of medicine. Between the dragon bed and the gate, a tulle screen was erected to prevent the outbreak of spirit devouring from infecting those who came to visit the sick. The plain white gauze was as thin as a cicada's wing, and it didn't interfere with the line of sight. You could see the pale Emperor Yuan Shuo leaning on the bed.
The maids and eunuchs serving in the palace have all changed, and they are very unfamiliar.
"Youyu, you're here." Feng Zhuoyi said breathlessly. Immortals suddenly lost their spiritual power, and if it wasn't for Shen Lou who cultivates his body every day, he would become very weak.
"Your Majesty, this subject is guilty." Zhong Youyu knelt on the ground, feeling very heavy in his heart. If the prince is really a conspiracy, he is an accomplice.
"It's like your father, you take all the responsibilities on yourself." Emperor Yuan Shuo seemed to smile, and said with emotion, "When he was young, he told me that if he was with him for a day, he would be able to protect me. I will take care of you every day. When he is gone, I want to protect you brothers. Now that you have grown up, I can go down to see him with peace of mind."
After finishing speaking, the eunuch who was accompanying him came out and handed an old letter to Zhong Youyu. The wide-open and big-close font is exactly Zhong Changye's handwriting.
[Recently, I often feel that the destiny is different, and I am afraid that disaster will fall from the sky. The youngest son is not as good as the weak crown, surrounded by wolves and tigers, if the minister is not paid, he hopes to be alone with his majesty, begging and bowing to Yu.]
Zhong Youyu read it over and over three times, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, he always thought that Emperor Yuanshuo detained the two brothers for the sake of the decline of the Western Regions, but unexpectedly it was his father's order.
"I don't know why he could predict that his time is coming, I thought it was a joke," Feng Zhuoyi sighed, "Fatality is tricking people, if your father is still here, why would Dayong be like this..."
"I dare not forget my father's teachings, and I am willing to go through fire and water for my emperor." Zhong Youyu put his father's handwritten letter into his arms, and kowtowed heavily.
"I don't have much time, and I don't need you to do anything. If you meet Zhu Xingli, tell him to come and treat me." Emperor Yuan Shuo waved his hand, indicating that he can leave.
Looking at the whole Dayong, only Zhu Xingli knew something about the spirit devouring, and the imperial doctors in the palace were helpless. The prince said that someone had been sent to inform Zhu Xingli of his departure, but his whereabouts were uncertain, and he didn't know where to convey the message.
On the bank of the Huyan River, the two armies confronted each other. After a day of stalemate, no one made the first move.
Shen Lou stood on the slope, looking at the barbarian barracks on the opposite side. Wen Shilan was obviously in the camp, with the God of War present, those barbarians were like a pack of wolves with a wolf in their head, with green eyes, eager to pounce on them.
A white light flashed across the sky, and Zhong Youyu came with two guards holding swords. Before he landed, the noisy voice came to his ears.
"Shen Qingque, the will of the capital!" Zhong Youyu shook off the two guards, climbed up the slope by himself, walked up to Shen Lou who was motionless and did not greet him at all, and stuffed the prince's handwritten letter over.
Shen Lou took it without looking at it, turned around and walked towards the camp, "I see, you can go."
"You know what a fart, you didn't even look at it!" Zhong Youyu followed quickly, looked around and saw no one, and said in a low voice, "The prince told you to withdraw the army, otherwise you will be punished as treason. Don't be stupid, these two Among the 100,000 troops, 150,000 are not yours, if there is a disturbance, no one can control the situation."
"It's the only way to withdraw the army. Now that the food and grass can't last for three days, how can we withdraw? On the way back from the march, we also need to eat. Do you think that the withdrawal means that the army just dispersed?" Shen Lou walked to the door of the commander's tent, He stopped suddenly and looked at the guards guarding the door.
The little guard suddenly blushed, and stammered: "Your Majesty has already woken up, he said he is going out to do some errands, and he will be back before dark."
"Master Hou? What Master?" Zhong Youyu immediately came to his senses, and chased Shen Lou into the handsome tent, "Is it Lin Bubao?"
Shen Lou ignored him, opened the prince's letter and glanced at it, took out a pen and paper and quickly wrote a reply letter, sincerely expressing his willingness to obey the imperial court's order. It's just that the 200,000 army is short of food and grass now that it's deep into the hinterland of the Northern Desert. If there is no supply, the withdrawal of the army can only be done along the way, fearing to disturb the people. It's just one thing to say, it's okay to withdraw the troops, and bring food and grass.
He raised his hand and stuffed the letter to Zhong Youyu, telling him to leave quickly, but saw that his expression was different, "What's wrong?"
"Qingque, the emperor has been poisoned by the barbarians, and he is about to die," Zhong Youyu pinched the reply letter. Although Emperor Yuan Shuo could not be regarded as a master of the world, he could be regarded as a good emperor. , only Lin Xin's blood can cure it."
"Who did you listen to?" Shen Lou lowered his face and stared at Zhong Youyu.
"Prince and concubine, the Zhou clan, has ties to the barbarians!" Zhong Youyu told him what the Imperial Garden had heard, "It just so happens that Lin Xin is here, and asked him to give me a bowl of blood."
"No!" Shen Lou categorically refused, "Ashin's blood has absolutely no effect on dispelling spirits."
If he could undo the spirit devouring, how could Lin Xin die tragically in Luqi Terrace with his spirit veins sealed when he sucked the spirit devouring away
"How can you be sure that it won't work? If the emperor's poison is cured, everything in front of him will be fine." Zhong Youyu was very puzzled, "It's okay to let a little blood out."
"Zhong Youyu, don't be fussy," Shen Lou lowered his voice, as if the undercurrent of an ice spring was cold and obscure, "Lin Xin's blood is extremely special, if it falls into the hands of barbarians, the consequences will be disastrous."
As night fell, there was a dead silence in the emperor's bedroom, only Feng Zhuoyi's weak breathing echoed in the empty hall.
Light footsteps sounded from far to near, Emperor Yuan Shuo suddenly opened his eyes, clenched the spirit sword under his pillow, and turned his head to meet a handsome face with drooping eyes.
"Yo, you're in good spirits." Zhu Xingli looked at the emperor with interest, as if he was watching a monkey doing somersaulting on the street.
The deer glass pendant between the eyebrows was shining like stars under the candlelight, Feng Zhuoyi's eyes also lit up with the exquisite deer glass, and he spoke as if seeing his long-lost love, "Yi Xiao!"
He waved his hand to let the Jinwu guard who brought him in back away, Zhu Xingli sat down on the side of the dragon bed carelessly, grabbed the emperor's pulse wrist and touched it, "Don't call me that, don't let the Jinwu guard think that we are There's something unclear."
"Ahem..." Emperor Yuan Shuo suddenly coughed.
Zhu Xingli took out a handful of golden needles, and without looking at the length, he pulled it off and poked at the emperor, "Your Majesty is really a god-blessed king, he was surrounded by the Yulin army into an iron bucket, and you can still ask me to sneak in. It's a pity Raised a tortoise son, who is so obedient on weekdays, he would bite his butt whenever he stretched out his head."
"Zhu Yixiao!" Feng Zhuoyi's blood was surging, he gritted his teeth and glared at him, telling him not to say a few words.
"Loyal words are harsh, if the emperor is not willing to listen to it, let it be. But to be honest, if this crown prince is Feng Chong, I promise not to feed you the barbarian's broken beads, and even build you a big mausoleum." Zhu Xingli said in his mouth. Without stopping, he tied the emperor into a hedgehog in a short time.
"Pfft—" Emperor Yuan Shuo spat out a mouthful of blood, "Do you think I didn't die fast enough?"
Zhu Xingli clapped his palms and laughed, it's a rare opportunity to let him play the emperor, don't play too much, he said after laughing enough: "With the minister here, I can't die. But there is no cure for this thing, I can only save my life like Shen Qirui , don’t even try to keep the spirit vein, you will be a mortal from now on.”
After going through life and death, you can always get a great enlightenment. Emperor Yuanshuo breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he had saved his life, "That's enough, I can't die yet, Dayong's Guozuo has to...cough cough..."
"The emperor wants to know about Guozuo?" Zhu Xingli became interested when he heard this kind of metaphysical gossip, and took out three yin and yang coins carved from Xinghu stone from his sleeve, "I will do a fortune telling for you."
The square hole connects yin and yang, and the six lines form a hexagram.
After counting up and down for a while, Zhu Xingli clicked his tongue, "Ziwei's star falls, and Guozuo is less than ten years old."
Feng Zhuoyi was startled, "Ten years!"
"The emperor also knows that the calculated Guozuo is usually longer than the real one. In my opinion, it is estimated to be only five or six years." Zhu Xingli said, putting away his Xinghu stone coins .
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"Dayong Famous Quotes"
The important task of the country lies in a bowl of blood. However, the Duke of Xuanguo is really embarrassing. —Dayong·Guogong·Zhong Youyu
Alas, everyone is drunk and I am sober, a group of idiots really have a headache. Only Xinxin understands, hum! —Dayong·Guogong·Houfu·Shen Lou
Emperor is so much fun. ——Dayong·Taishi·Zhengshi·Pharmacist·Xinxinshi·Zhu Xingli