After wearing a book, the sickly tyrant only acts like a spoiled child in my arms

Chapter 286 Yan Yunxiao still has a backup?

The torrential rain fell all night, blocking the pursuit, and also serving as a cover for the evacuation of Yan Yunxiao and others.

Until the dawn of the next day, there were no traces of them in the mountain anymore.

The street market in the imperial capital city has been cold for two days, and there is no trace of life.

The tense and chilling atmosphere made this bustling capital look like a dead city.

until noon.

A low-key and luxurious carriage was driving on the street, followed by two teams of people, all holding gongs and beating extremely rhythmically.

The sound of the gong resounded through the market, humming and shaking the sky.

The neighbors in the neighborhood looked out from the open windows, and saw the totem sign with the word "gan" hanging in front of the carriage, swinging in the wind.

Someone said, "It's the carriage of Qianfu."

"Ganfu?"

Everyone came out from the door of their house one after another, watching the carriage of Qianfu go all the way to the gate tower.

The Qian family is a powerful family in the imperial capital city. As early as before the first emperor succeeded to the throne, Qian Lao had entered the court as an official.

So far, he has served the Yan Dynasty for more than fifty years.

Mr. Qian is now the prime minister of the country, and he is over seventy years old. His reputation for virtuousness has spread far and wide, and all students and officials admire him.

It is this kind of prestige and family background that made the common people dare to go out, follow them into the streets, and follow closely behind.

I don't know that such a big thing happened in the imperial capital. Is there something wrong with Gan Lao's appearance at this time?
When they arrived at the gate tower, a large crowd of common people had already gathered behind the carriage.

The military guards also didn't know why, so they followed Zhou Xuan on the outermost perimeter, looking inside constantly.

Without an order, he didn't dare to do it easily.

If he showed any disrespect to this respected old minister, he would be drowned by the spit of everyone in the world.

After the carriage came to a complete stop, a servant lifted up the curtain, and Gan Lao's pale hair appeared in everyone's sight, and his bun was combed neatly and meticulously.

When he came out, he held a bright yellow scroll in his arms.

Many literati and students stood still, bowed their hands, and saluted the old man.

The old man has a serious face. Although he is old, his body is still tall and straight. His pair of deep eyes are sharp and majestic, as if he can read the thoughts of others with just one glance.

The moment the common people came forward, they became students in front of the stern teacher, all of them held their breath and concentrated, and did not dare to speak loudly.

I saw him walking slowly to the bulletin board, and shook out the scroll in his arms that was marked with Huang Weiyi.

The golden pattern totem used by the royal family unfolded, and those who knew the goods immediately exclaimed.

"It's the scroll of the royal family, it's the imperial decree!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone knelt down and bowed down. The originally dense crowd suddenly became shorter, and their sight suddenly became clear.

The guards were still wandering in the distance, because there were too many people gathered, so he was far away from the notice board.

From a glance, you can only see Gan Lao standing in front of the crowd with muddy heads. His silver-haired white hair is in stark contrast to the bright yellow imperial decree, which is very eye-catching, but he can't quite hear what he is saying.

The old prime minister narrowed his sharp eyes, and then read out the contents of the imperial decree.

"Occupied by the astrology, in a few days, there will be a rebellion in the imperial city, and the Emperor Ziwei star will appear to be exiled. Fearing that the government will be in chaos and the people will suffer, so I have specially drafted an edict to stabilize the court."

"If the astrology comes true, I will seal King Qi as the temporary supervisor of the country, serve the world, and try my best to find the Ziwei emperor star."

"If Emperor Ziwei dies, the corpse must be placed on the tower of the imperial capital to respect the sky. Three days later, according to the ancestral system of the Yan Kingdom, the new emperor will be honored and rule the world!"

The old prime minister's voice was old but powerful, and every word was very clear and sonorous.

As soon as the words fell, the faces of the people couldn't help but change, and everyone looked at each other with strange and puzzled expressions.

The rebel army rebelled, His Majesty is living abroad, his life and death are unknown, and the current government is temporarily supervised by King Qi?

Is that what you mean?

But for those with a little brain, after seeing the atmosphere of the imperial capital in the past few days, they have already made up their minds.

The so-called rebels must be King Qi!
Your Majesty is living abroad, and his life and death are unknown, but he pretends to enshrine King Qi as a supervisor, but in fact he is advancing by retreating.

Before there is an imperial decree, if His Majesty's body is not found and left in the Imperial City Tower for three days for the people of the world to confirm, then it cannot be said that His Majesty has died.

In this way, King Qi can only stay in the position of supervisor of the country, and cannot justly proclaim himself emperor and inherit the great rule.

The news quickly spread to King Qi's mansion.

After searching all over the world for famous doctors, he managed to save King Qi's life.

At this time, he was lying on the bed, his lips were still pale, and his originally feminine and handsome face looked even colder at this moment, like a ghost in the underworld.

His right arm was broken, and thick gauze was wrapped around it, but there was still a faint pink oozing from it.

The queen mother hoped that he would recuperate well, and that he was not allowed to report any affairs to him.

Seeing the military guard rushing to report, she came to the main hall, looked at the person in front of her, and said coldly, "Tell me, what's the matter."

Hearing what the military guards said, the Queen Mother couldn't help being furious.

"boom!"

She slapped the table with her palm, and the shaking teacup overturned, spilling hot tea all over the table.

"What did you say?"

"This old man Ganqiong actually still has an imperial decree in his hand? He has read it out in the street and hung the imperial decree under the tower?"

The guard responded tremblingly.

"Yes."

The Empress Dowager was furious, and her silver teeth were gritting.

She sternly said, "Go and detain that old man to Aijia!"

The military guards went away, but the Queen Mother was still out of breath, and swept the teacup off the table with a flick of her sleeve.

"Crash."

The teacup fell to the ground and shattered, making a sharp and ear-piercing sound.

The queen mother twisted her eyebrows, her beautiful eyes narrowed viciously, and her face was as vicious as a snake.

"Yan Yunxiao, you bloody bastard!"

Surprisingly, there was still a back hand left, which completely blocked the last step in King Qi's plan.

I wanted to find a random excuse, saying that the rebel army rebelled, Emperor Yan died, and King Qi was able to succeed to the throne smoothly.

Who knew that there would be an imperial decree, that if His Majesty was declared dead, his body would be placed on the tower for everyone to identify?
Since there is such a plan, it means that it is useless for them to get a substitute at random.

Maybe Yan Yunxiao still has a back hand, and someone who has special connections to provide evidence is inserted in the imperial capital, lurking without saying a word, and he can fight back at that time.

After several times of deep thinking, the empress dowager's lungs were swollen with rage, and the swelling was painful.

In the sleeping hall, there were several calls from King Qi.

"Mother Queen, Mother Queen"

"Did you catch them, Su Jiu'er?"

The Empress Dowager couldn't help slowing down the steps she had just walked in, seeing her son's haggard state, her heart sank again.

She forced a smile that was uglier than crying and said, "Your grandfather will definitely catch him back, my son, you take good care of your wounds, and your grandfather is responsible for the rest!"

But King Qi heard the sound of the Empress Dowager throwing the teacup just now, and guessed that things must have gone unsatisfactorily.

He turned his eyes to look at the empty arm on his right, sighed faintly, and then made a distorted and decadent smile.

The hatred in his eyes grew stronger.

Yan Yunxiao, the vengeance of a broken arm, is irreconcilable!
In this imperial capital, you don't want to take another step alive!
(End of this chapter)