Wu Chao: Take the whole family to escape the famine

Before Empress Zhou reached the Changning Palace, she saw Eunuch Li who was beside the emperor hurrying over.

As soon as Eunuch Li saw the emperor, he hurriedly said, "Empress, the emperor's condition has suddenly worsened, and I'm afraid he won't last long."

"Really?" Empress Zhou's complexion darkened, and she quickened her pace, "Are you an imperial physician?"

"Called, but the imperial physicians are helpless." Eunuch Li said hurriedly leading Queen Zhou to Changning Hall.

In Changning Hall, many concubines who came to visit were kneeling outside, the atmosphere was extremely solemn, and some people wept faintly in grief.

"Why are you crying? Bad luck." Empress Zhou scolded, and carried her skirt into the inner hall.

On the bed in the inner hall, Emperor Qi Heng lay there motionless, his complexion pale and blue, it seemed that his time was approaching.

"Your Majesty~~" Empress Zhou walked to the side of the bed and called softly sadly, "How are you doing, Your Majesty? Are you okay?"

Emperor Qi Heng's breath was weak, and he seemed to be on the verge of dying.

Seeing this situation, Empress Zhou couldn't help but backed away a little, and there was not much sadness in her eyes.

Emperor Qi Heng loved Concubine Wu deeply, which also broke the heart of Empress Zhou. Now that Emperor Qi Heng was about to die, Empress Zhou really didn't feel much grief.

After inspecting Emperor Qiheng for a few times, Empress Zhou turned her head to look at Imperial Physician Tong who was kneeling beside her, and said with a choked voice, "Physician Tong, how is the Emperor's condition?
Imperial Physician Tong replied, "Empress, the emperor's body may not be able to survive tonight, so the Ministry of Internal Affairs must make preparations as soon as possible."

"Is there really no cure?" Empress Zhou murmured.

Several imperial physicians hurriedly kowtowed deeply, "Shuchen and others are powerless to return to heaven."

Queen Zhou's face was heavy and sad, and she sent Eunuch Li to the House of Internal Affairs to deliver a message to prepare for the national funeral.

But at this moment in the imperial study room, Prince Wei Yuande was furious at Prime Minister Zhou.

"How did you become a minister? Can't you find someone to lead the army to resist the Night King?"

"Leader? Where did the soldiers come from? Didn't you 'send' all the soldiers to the Night King?" Zhou Qian twitched the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, the present is not what it used to be, and his respect for Wei Yuande is gone.

"Prince, as the uncle of the country, the old minister has something to say. You have lost the hearts of the people now, and it may be futile to resist any longer. You might as well accept your fate."

"What, what? What did you say?" Wei Yuande couldn't believe his ears, and stared at Prime Minister Zhou in surprise.

"What did you say? Didn't the prince hear clearly?" Zhou Qian glanced at Wei Yuande, "These words may not sound very pleasant, but they are all true. The prince's situation is gone~~~'
"Pa~~" Before Zhou Qian finished speaking, Wei Yuande slammed the table and stood up, pointing at Zhou Qian with trembling fingers, "You, you are my uncle, how can you say such a thing?" When he said this, his right hand slowed down. Slowly pressed to the left chest, shortness of breath.

I just felt a severe throbbing pain in my chest, and my heart was beating terribly fast.

Looking at the cyanotic Wei Yuande, Zhou Qian stood up disrespectfully with a cold face.

When he spoke, his tone was full of sarcasm and derogation.

"The prince is incompetent. Even your own uncle, the old minister, is disappointed in you. To be honest, you are more than a star and a half behind the Night King."

"If it hadn't been for the great Zhou ancestors' system of establishing a heir and not establishing a virtuous person, even the old ministers would support the King of the Night as emperor!"

"Nowadays, rumors that the King of the Night is the real son are flying all over the sky. The prince has lost the hearts of the people. Isn't it the end of the world?"

"Oh, by the way, the old minister thinks that if you are willing to go to Lingzhou to seek peace with the King of the Night, maybe the King of the Night will save your life~~"

"Pfft~~" Before Zhou Qian finished speaking, Wei Yuande spat out a mouthful of blood while holding his heart, and slowly slumped down while supporting the table. His eyes were full of disbelief when he looked at Zhou Qian.

Is this~~ his own uncle? How could his own uncle help him so much, so how could he say such a thing to him? At this moment, more than one doubt flashed in Wei Yuande's mind.

In the past, his uncle advised him repeatedly, saying that good kings make good use of virtue, and advised him not to fight against the Night King.

But I don’t know when the uncle of the country has changed, and there is only encouragement and encouragement in front of him, so the hatred between him and the night king deepens, assassination, murder~~ He presses the night king step by step until he provokes a war Leading myself step by step to the end~~
All this seems to be a well-designed game, and his most trusted uncle turned out to be the one who led him into the game.

"You, who the hell are you?"

Blood gushed from the corner of Wei Yuande's mouth, and he asked this sentence with his wide eyes and exhausted all his strength.

Zhou Qian walked up to Wei Yuande and knelt down, with a cold smile on his face, "What? The prince is so confused? Doesn't even recognize your own uncle?

Wei Yuande suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhou Qian's collar, squinting his blood-red narrow eyes.

"You must not be the prince's uncle, absolutely, yes, no, yes." He finished each word with difficulty, and spat another mouthful of blood on Zhou Qian's face.

Zhou Qian flicked Wei Yuande's hand away, pulled up his sleeve to wipe off the blood on his face, then grabbed Wei Yuande by the collar and lifted him up, sneering.

"Since you are going to die, I don't want to tell you, let you be a fool, your uncle died a long time ago, and I am his entourage, Zhou Qian.'

"Pfft~~" Wei Yuande spit out another mouthful of blood after hearing this, and was blocked by Zhou Qian's raised hand.

Zhou Qian smeared the blood stained on his sleeves on the clothes of Prince Hua Li, and slowly said in a low voice: "You can't even tell the truth from the people around you, do you think you are stupid enough?"

As he spoke, he pushed Wei Yuande to the ground, and looked at him with a pitiful smile.

"By the way, even the grandson of the crown princess is not your blood, but that child will inherit your throne after you die. Do you think you are a big joke?"

Zhou Qian's words were like thunderbolts hitting Wei Yuande's body, and he felt his heart ache as if it was shattered.

"Yes, who is it?" He stared at his blood-red eyes, his eyes were tearing apart, "Who is planning all this behind the scenes? Who is it?"

"Why? Want to know so much?" Zhou Qian looked at him with a sneer, "Look at your pitiful appearance, so I will show you mercy."

"The one who planned all this is..." Zhou Qian grabbed Wei Yuande's collar again, and whispered something in his ear.

"It's him? He's not dead? How is it possible?" Wei Yuande's eyes were full of shock after hearing this.

"That's right, it's him." As soon as Zhou Qian let go, Wei Yuande fell back, hitting the back of his head heavily on the ground, but he was holding on tightly to his chest, staring at his blood-red eyes.

"Wei Yuande, don't you hate the Night King to the bone? Since you have a common enemy, my master will repay your hatred for you, so you can go with peace of mind." (End of this chapter)