In the imperial study room, the emperor's boss Wu Yue looked pale, leaning on his body to deal with government affairs, coughing quietly from time to time. Murong Jinxin waited on him carefully, his temper was getting worse and worse recently.
Seeing that the emperor's raised hand was trembling slightly, Murong Jinxin hurriedly poured a glass of water over it, reminding him that it was time to take medicine, and Si Wuyue was most taboo about taking medicine.
With a sullen expression on his face, he knocked over the cup and said, "You can't do this well, why don't you get out!"
Murong Jinxin felt aggrieved, but her eyes were red but she did not complain at all, "Your Majesty, please rest for a while! Your iron body cannot bear it day and night."
Si Wuyue didn't have much time left and couldn't rest. He took the memorial on the desk and hit her on the head, "Get out! Get out!"
Murong Jinxin bent down, picked up the memorial on the ground and put it back, "Yes! I will leave now."
Murong Jinxin walked out helplessly. She did not leave, but stood at the door and looked inside through the crack in the door. However, she saw Si Wuyue slumped down in her seat, coughing and wheezing badly. She covered her lips with a brocade handkerchief and breathed*
*Exceptionally dazzling, Si Wuyue put the blood-stained brocade handkerchief into his arms. He still had many things to do, but there was no time.
Murong Jinxin turned her back to the door, tears flowing in her heart, and all her emotions could only be hidden in her heart. She could not let anyone see her sad adopted son, and she could not let anyone know that the emperor was terminally ill.
She couldn't even rush into the imperial study and tell the emperor that she was worried about him and wanted to hold him and talk to him about what was in her heart.
The emperor didn't want anyone to sympathize with him, so he would not keep her by his side to serve him. Only by being patient could she stay by his side for a longer period of time. She could only bear all the pain alone. If her sister was still alive, she could talk to her.
When he raised his eyes and saw Prince Zheng coming in the direction of the Imperial Study, he burst into tears of joy and hurriedly knocked on the door of the Imperial Study, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty, Prince Zheng is back!"
In the room, hearing that Prince Zheng had returned was like a dose of good medicine, and Si Wuyue's gloomy eyes became brighter, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.
"Come in quickly!"
While he was talking, King Zheng had already arrived at the door, "I've seen the queen thousand years old!"
"Prince Zheng, there is no need to be polite! The emperor is waiting for Prince Zheng inside!"
Just as Si Wushang was about to enter, he also entered the palace to hear the news of Yingluo's death and heard it from the maids. He did not expect that the news would spread so outrageously.
"Queen, Luo'er is not dead. She has arrived at the General's Mansion now."
Murong Jinxin was surprised and happy, and now she wanted to leave the palace and return to the general's palace, but she was the queen, and the palace was a gorgeous cage trapping her in it.
"My sister is not dead! What a good news!"
Si Wushang had not seen the emperor for a long time, and was even more worried about his health. There was not much left in the one-year period, so he pushed the door open and entered.
Looking into the eyes, I saw that he looked pale, but he was in good spirits. He nodded hurriedly and said: "My brother has met the emperor."
Si Wuyue reached out and patted her shoulder, "Second brother, you are finally back!"
Si Wushang knew that the emperor was looking forward to his coming back to treat his illness, but he could not directly ask him about his health, "Your Majesty, what happened in the court?"
"It's not the situation in the DPRK, it's my body." He took out the blood-stained brocade handkerchief from his arms and handed it over, "Let's see how long I can survive."
Si Wushang looked at the dazzling eyes on the brocade handkerchief, and saw signs of vomiting blood, a sign that his blood was about to be exhausted, followed by organ failure.
"How long has this been going on?"
"The frequency of heartache has increased since the beginning of winter. Recently, there have been signs of coughing up blood. The amount of blood has increased and my health is getting worse."
Si Wushang stretched out his hand and put it on Si Wuyue's wrist. He knew that he was terminally ill without checking his pulse.
Si Wushang looked unusually solemn, "I deliver internal energy to the emperor every day. In addition to cooperating with medicine and acupuncture, the most important thing is work and rest. The emperor must rest for at least four hours every day. Control your emotions and diet, you can do it
These can range from a hundred days to five months."
Si Wuyue was still a little disappointed. This was the only time he had left. Without four hours of rest every day, he would have even less time to devote to government affairs.
"The person I trust most in the court is my second brother. If my second brother can help me handle most of the government affairs, he is in the Imperial Study Room." What Si Wuyue meant was that he could use the jade seal.
Si Wushang looked hesitant. Making good use of the jade seal is a crime of treason. He said hesitantly, "If you have anything to do, just ask the emperor."
"Second brother, don't worry too much. I also want to do more things in my lifetime. I have no other intentions."
"My brother obeys the order!"
Letting Si Wushang come to handle official business not only to get rid of Murong Jinxin's detection, but also to make another gamble.
Si Wushang took the defense plan from his arms and handed it over, "Your Majesty, this is the military deployment plan of the ancient Wu Kingdom."
Si Wuyue took the thin silk silk, which glowed with light fluorescence, and was amazed by its exquisiteness, "It records various military secrets. With it, it is not an exaggeration to lead troops to attack the ancient Wu Kingdom and go straight to Huanglong. 2
Brother, you have made a great contribution! You should be rewarded!"
"It's not my brother's fault. The reason why this defense map appeared in the hands of the emperor was the Murong family who contributed the most."
"Murong family!"
"Exactly! It was Amai, the son of Murong Xuan and the Queen of the ancient Wu Kingdom. Not only did he help steal the defense map, but he also risked his life to save our couple. His biggest wish before his death was to recognize his ancestor and return to the clan. If the emperor wants to reward him,
Please prove his integrity and give him the name of a hero."
"If what I said is true, and Murong Xuan's son is indeed a loyal and martyr, I will issue an imperial edict to canonize him, build a tomb for him in Murong's house, and enshrine his name in the Royal Martyrs' Shrine. After his death,
If a person's loyal soul returns to his hometown, his soul can also rest in peace."
Si Wushang hurriedly knelt down and thanked him: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness!"
Si Wuyue's willingness to agree was also a reminder to Murong Xuan that his life was approaching. Should the Murong family be loyal and loyal, or should they be rebellious officials and traitors?
Yingluo had lunch in the General's Mansion before returning to the Prince's Mansion. The reaction of the people in the Prince's Mansion was similar to that of the General's Mansion, they all treated her as a dead person and avoided seeing her.
Only that girl Yuan Luo was not afraid of her and asked questions curiously. Now that Zhen'er has married Yang Bupo and stayed in southern Xinjiang, she is the only one who is waiting by her side.
Yingluo was very tired from traveling all the way. She took a short nap after taking a bath and slept until very late. Prince Zheng had not yet returned home, so she simply got up to sort out her memories and record down the manufacturing methods of firearms and firearms.
Si Wushang stayed in the palace to help the emperor cure his heart disease and handle some official duties.
Si Wushang insisted on returning to the palace every night, and the emperor specially opened a secret passage for him so that he could leave the palace in the middle of the night.
It was already past midnight when Si Wushang rushed back to the palace, thinking that Yingluo had already fallen asleep. Seeing that the candles in the room were still on, he calmed down and walked in.
Seeing Yingluo writing, "You're still up so late, what are you writing?"
Yingluo stopped writing, sorted all the pages into a volume, and handed it to King Zheng, "This is the formula of medicine and the method of extracting and storing Glauber's salt, as well as the methods and principles of firearms manufacturing in the ancient Wu Kingdom that I know. I will put it in tomorrow
Leave it to the emperor, hoping that Chenghan can make firearms so that he will have a foothold even if war breaks out."
It was rare that she understood her righteousness deeply and did not keep it for herself or leave it to the Murong family.
"Luo'er is really a woman who understands justice well."
"I don't want to talk about handing it over. I don't know how many innocent lives will be killed. But the other party has a large number of firearms. The people of Chenghan will be harmed."
Si Wushang took the brocade book, hugged her to the couch, and held her in his arms, "I have good news and bad news for you. Which one do you want to hear?"
Yingluo frowned, "Let me guess, what worries you should be the emperor's body. You will never stay in the palace in the future!"
"Luo'er is getting smarter and smarter. That's pretty much it. I will try to come back to accompany you every night."
Except for the fact that you have to be in the palace during the day, and have to leave again at dawn, and go to bed, it can be said that there are very few times when the two of them can see each other.
Yingluo breathed a long sigh of relief, "National affairs are the most important thing, and we, as husband and wife, have a long life ahead. So what's the good news?"
"The emperor has issued an imperial edict to build a tomb for Amai and inscribe Amai's name in the Martyrs' Shrine. Amai can legitimately recognize his ancestors and return to his clan."
This is really great news. My brother, who was known as a loyal man, died a worthy death. "Shang! Thank you, my brother's soul can rest in peace in heaven."
Si Wushang looked at her softly, and touched her forehead with his soft lips, "We are husband and wife, why do we need to say thank you."
Yingluo leaning in his arms made people feel warm and at ease. The two of them were always on the road and running away together, because with him there was no fear, and the place with him was home.
"When we return to the court, we should pay our respects to the Queen Mother. I also want to go to the palace to see my sister and Yu'er. Yu'er must have grown a lot taller after not seeing her for half a year."
Seeing maternal love flashing in Yingluo's eyes, I was moved. If their child was still alive, I'm afraid it would be about to give birth.
Yingluo's mind has now become delicate and sensitive, "What if our child is..."
"Don't mention the past anymore. I saw the queen today. From a distance, I saw that she was holding back her pain. I'm afraid she suffered a lot of grievances."
"elder sister!"
The next day when the two entered the palace, Yingluo followed the etiquette and went to pay her respects to the Queen Mother, but was turned away by the Queen Mother on the grounds of physical discomfort.
Lin Manxue was a chess piece that the Queen Mother had put a lot of effort into cultivating. When King Zheng facilitated the marriage between Lin Manxue and Murong Qianmo, the Queen Mother was already very displeased.
After arriving in southern Xinjiang, the Emperor Zheng dealt with a group of moths regarding the embezzlement of food and royalties, which caused a rift between mother and son, and caused deep resentment.
Yingluo went to the palace to meet her sister and Yu'er. Yu'er had grown taller and made great progress in learning, which Murong Jinxin was proud of.
The two sisters had not had a heart-to-heart talk for a long time. When they talked, they expressed a lot of emotion to each other. Yingluo pitied her sister's suffering, and Murong Jinxin felt Yingluo's misfortune.
"I know that the emperor is also in pain, and I hope to do my best to stay with the emperor and take care of him. I don't want to leave any regrets."
Yingluo's eyes were full of worry. She was worried about the situation. The emperor's life had come to an end. If the emperor died and the Queen Mother watched with eager eyes, the disputes in the court would definitely cause a bloody storm.
The emperor kept Prince Zheng by his side, obviously to guard against the Murong family. His sister did her best for the emperor, and it would inevitably make people feel chilling if she told them about it. Perhaps this is the ruthlessness of the emperor's family.
"Sister, Yu'er is your greatest hope. Sister should focus on the child, not the emperor."