Chapter 20 Prince Yun is about to be fined, hahahaha
Looking down, the lights are dimming, and Fufeng City is surrounded by bustle.
The fireworks that just went up were from the direction of the palace!
Wei Siyun looked serious.
Something happened in the palace??
He Yunchu didn't know why. When he followed him to the door, he couldn't help but ask: "What big thing happened?"
Wei Siyun couldn't tell her.
Those fireworks were set off by his people.
Yellow means that the person who caused the accident should be Wei Lin.
However, in the royal family, the whole body is affected by the influence.
The situation was unclear and he could not disclose it.
He could only turn his eyes around He Yunchu's shoulder and asked: "Has the injury on your shoulder been treated with medicine?"
"ah?"
He Yunchu was poured a cup of tea by He Qingyu in the afternoon.
But the winter coat was thick, so it didn't hurt the inside.
She thought 'Rong Jin' was asking whether she had needed dressing for her previous injury.
After all, he wouldn't know about the dispute he had in He's house.
"Not yet, I'll be there soon, don't-" He Yunchu was worried that he couldn't say the word.
Maybe it was just a casual question, but she seemed pretentious when she said this.
"Get a waiter to do it for you. It's not good for women to leave scars."
"Ah." He Yunchu nodded in confusion: "Okay."
After Wei Siyun finished speaking, he went out.
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The next day.
When we woke up early in the morning, the whole city knew that the palace was attacked by assassins last night.
The whole city is under martial law today.
"I'm going to die," Sister Xiang clapped her chest and sighed: "I heard that the Holy One was assassinated last night, and I almost missed it with the sword. I was so shocked that I haven't woken up today!"
Meier was practicing guzheng at the side: "Although it was sealed overnight, there are rumors that there was a river of blood last night. Many of the officials who rushed over and the guarding imperial guards were injured."
He Yunchu was originally staring at the carpenter's carvings, but when he heard this, he rushed towards him: "Who was hurt?!"
"Oh, I'm not your Mr. Rong." Sister Xiang rolled her eyes at her.
Xiao Liuer told them last night.
The gentleman who came in with a strong aura and a face as beautiful as a crown jewel was named Rong.
How many people named Rong are there in the imperial city?
You'll know who it is at this guess.
Unexpectedly, He Yunchu was so lucky that he met a sweetheart that night.
"I mean who was injured?" He Yunchu changed the topic: "Shouldn't the palace be tightly guarded, and the assassin can still let the assassin put the sword under the nose of the holy emperor?"
Speaking of this, Sister Xiang glanced at He Yunchu with a half-smile but not a smile: "Hey."
He Yunchu looked at her with hair all over his body: "Hair?"
"How about God help you when you are lucky?"
Xiao Liuer responded: "Don't you remember? The Royal Forest Guards are under the jurisdiction of Prince Yun. Such a big mistake happened last night. Even if he is the Prince, he will definitely suffer."
Prince Yun will be punished.
Hahahahaha.
He Yunchu felt happy in his heart: "Then who else was injured? What official were you talking about just now?"
"It's the second prince."
He Yunchu: "Ah?"
"Didn't I just say that the sword almost hit the Holy One, but was stopped by the Second Prince on the way, and I heard it was stabbed in the chest."
"Now there is a chaos in the palace. The Holy One is too frightened and has not yet woken up. The second prince was seriously injured and fell into coma. Even the queen was crying in front of the palace."
In this case, Prince Yun could not escape this punishment no matter what.
Still quite big.
He Yunchu didn't hear the news that Rong Jin was injured, and somehow he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Has the assassin been caught?"
Sister Xiang looked like she had seen through the world: "I heard that two people were caught alive and are being interrogated at Taili Temple. I guess they have something to do with it. Taili Temple belongs to the prince anyway, and people often die after entering that place.
.”
They have all heard of Prince Yun's cruel methods.
Those who always fall into his hands can only seek happiness for themselves.
Royal Palace.
Taili Temple Tingwei Division.
Wei Siyun walked out of the interrogation room with a solemn expression.
Cai Bing handed him a handkerchief because the prince's hand was stained with blood.
"Your Highness, how is it?"
This group of assassins had already been squatting in the palace. When Wei Lin took action, he chased them back to the harem, leaving the Imperial Guards defenseless.
It's so evil.
The imperial guard's roster and patrols have always been in accordance with the strict regulations set by the prince.
And when this group of people appeared, they miraculously avoided all their eyes and ears.
Wei Siyun said calmly: "From the beginning to the end, I just said that the emperor is stupid."
When Cai Bing heard this, he knelt down and said, "Your Highness, others can say this, but you can't."
If you tell people to listen, you will be punished!
"Why, aren't they right?"
Wei Siyun's face showed sarcasm.
Today, the Holy One has no ability to govern the world, the government is in chaos, and the people's livelihood is miserable.
He spent the taxes paid by the people in the treasury to raise a bunch of magicians and pray for immortality every day.
There are many people who are dissatisfied with him.
Cai Bing's face turned pale.
Although His Highness and the Holy One were peaceful on the surface, he also knew that His Highness was rebellious.
I have an inexplicable hatred towards the Holy One.
Back then, His Highness's mother fought tooth and nail to protect His Majesty from ascending the throne.
But His Majesty's actions over the past ten years are indeed not worthy of our old friend.
"Is the person awake?" Wei Siyun wiped his hands, as if he was not the one who said he was unconscious just now, and turned to concern: "The entire hospital has been summoned and is taking care of him. He cannot die at this time."
Cai Bing: "...The Queen said we have a heavy responsibility in this matter and will not let our people get close. She is guarding it herself."
"Let her go." Wei Siyun said again: "Where is Wei Siyan?"
"The bleeding has stopped, and the imperial doctor said that everything will be fine when you wake up."
Wei Siyun sneered: "This person has suffered so much. When the Holy One wakes up, he should be rewarded, right?"
Wei Si Yan has not yet been granted the title because of the queen's ambition.
The queen wants more than just the position of a prince.
"Go and have a look." Wei Siyun asked as he walked: "What did the imperial doctor say?"
"The imperial doctor said that before the assassination, the Holy Emperor already had an unbearable headache, and he was also frightened too much. His breath was stuck in his throat, and then——"
Stepping into Wenyu Palace, Wei Siyun suddenly stopped.
The person kneeling on the porch, who is it if it’s not Zhao Su?
There was so much noise in the courtyard that no one noticed him.
Yu Huimi, who was dressed in a phoenix uniform, was scolding Zhao Su: "Who do you think you are? You just say that there is something in the Holy Lord's head without any proof. Didn't you stay in prison long enough?!"
Zhao Su had a medical position in Tai Hospital before his accident.
Later, Meng Ke felt guilty and mentioned a few words to Wei Lin, and she came back on duty.
She checked Wei Lin's pulse for a long time just now, and then looked at Wei Lin's various abnormalities.
Finally, he said that His Majesty's illness occurred suddenly, and it should be due to intracranial abnormalities.
Yu Huimi was about to take action.
She was furious and worried that something would happen to Wei Lin at this time.
If someone dies at this time, the situation has been decided, and Wei Siyun will be the one to take the throne!
Absolutely not!
"You have foreign objects in every mouth. Why, you wish something would happen to the Holy One, don't you??"
Zhao Su knelt down and looked embarrassed: "No, it's not."
Yu Huimi just vented her anger: "Come here, bring me down and slap you!"
The palace servants stepped forward to hold Zhao Su up and drag him down.
Wei Siyun stepped forward, crossed the threshold, and smiled faintly: "Is it so lively?"