The Stratagem of the Concubine of the Cold King

Chapter 184 The Palace Coup (3)
Xi Wanqing had no choice but to turn her body around again, and walked towards Feng Yichen, Jun Wuxi left.

"I have seen His Royal Highness King Chen, I have seen Young Master Jun." Seeing that it was Feng Yichen, the maid hurriedly bowed to Jun Wuxi.

Feng Yichen gently raised his hand, and said softly, "Get up."

"His Royal Highness Xie Chen." The maid straightened up, bowed her head and stepped aside.

Seeing Xi Wanqing, Jun Wuxi immediately put down the pawns in his hands. He stood up abruptly and asked excitedly, "Little girl, do you really plan to marry that cruel, black-bellied and invincible guy."

"En." Xi Wanqing nodded affirmatively towards Jun Wuxi, regardless of the marriage relationship between the two countries, just from her own heart, Xi Wanqing is indeed willing to marry that person at this moment.

After receiving Xi Wanqing's answer, Jun Wuxi felt an inexplicable pain in his heart, as if something extremely precious was about to leave him.

"Little girl, can't you not marry?" Jun Wuxi blurted out these words as if he hadn't thought about it.

Xi Wanqing didn't expect Jun Wuxi to make such a request, she fixed her eyes on Jun Wuxi, and she seemed to see a faint disappointment on Jun Wuxi's face.

"I can't." Xi Wanqing looked away, no longer looking into the faint sadness on Jun Wuxi's face, she replied simply and clearly with a heartbroken heart.

If she is destined to marry someone in her life, that person is undoubtedly Gong Xingyan. Although she doesn't want to hurt anyone, her feelings cannot be forced, and she is the same with Feng Yichen.

Xi Wanqing's firm eyes fell into Feng Yichen's eyes, the look in front of his eyes undoubtedly exposed the deep scars in his heart, the overwhelming pain broke through the seal in his heart and swept towards him, making his face turn pale .

"Let's talk, this king has to go to the imperial study." Feng Yichen's slightly desolate voice sounded, he really couldn't restrain his miss for Xi Wanqing, he was afraid that if he looked at her again, he would be unable to love her again. Cut from the inside out.

Xi Wanqing watched Feng Yichen leave, and the crescent-white brocade robe in front of her was stained with a layer of sadness, until Feng Yichen's figure disappeared in the imperial garden, Xi Wanqing retracted her eyes.

Afterwards, Jun Wuxi and Xi Wanqing chatted for a while in the imperial garden before leaving the palace.

After Jun Wuxi left the palace, she went straight to Penglaiju.

Inside the Penglai residence, dressed in a white robe, the handsome No. [-] prince in the world was drunk in front of the table, only to see that the table was messed up, and several wine jars had been drained by him, and they were lying on the table crookedly.

"Xiao Er, serve me a few jars of good wine." Jun Wuxi shouted drunkenly.

Jun Wuxi is a distinguished guest of Penglaiju, the waiter in the shop didn't dare to offend him easily, so he had to bite the bullet and bring him a few jars of good wine.

After Jun Wuxi got the wine, a few bright smiles appeared on his face, he drank wine after glass, what he drank was wine, but what he swallowed was love.

With the word love, what I fear the most is thinking about it but not seeing it, and loving it without being able to get it. Even if Jun Wuxi buried his inner feelings very deeply, there will be a day when the seed will break out of the ground, making him unable to guard against it. , when he can't get what he asks for, he can only get drunk to relieve his thousand worries.

In the Imperial Palace of Nanheng Kingdom, before Xi Wanqing returned to the Western Desert Dynasty with the welcoming team, news spread that Emperor Xuande was seriously ill.

Emperor Xuande fell ill suddenly, which shocked the government and the people of Nanheng Kingdom. Civil and military officials were all guessing, and the marriage ceremony had to be postponed for a few days.

In the Dragon Saliva Palace, Emperor Xuande was lying haggard on the dragon couch, the air was filled with the strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine, and the atmosphere was very dignified. Eunuch Zhao carefully waited on the dragon couch.

"Zhao Quan helped me up." Emperor Xuande moved his body and spoke weakly to Mr. Zhao.

"Old slave complies with the order, Your Majesty." Eunuch Zhao walked to the dragon couch, carefully lifted Emperor Xuande up, and bent down to put on the dragon boots for Emperor Xuande.

In a short period of time, Emperor Xuande lost his former shrewdness, his face was full of old age, he was a twilight old man, and he did not have the aura of an emperor at all.

After putting on the dragon boots, with the support of Eunuch Zhao, Emperor Xuande stood up with difficulty: "Help me to the desk."

Eunuch Zhao obeyed his orders and helped Emperor Xuande step by step towards the desk not far from the bed.

Emperor Xuande tried his best to hold his breath, and was barely able to sit on the armchair. He unfolded a blank volume of imperial edict, and wrote down every word.

Emperor Xuande worked hard to draw up an imperial decree, and then sealed the imperial jade seal, before he said to Mr. Zhao: "Zhao Quan, you have served me for half your life, and now you are the only one I can trust. Take this imperial decree and hide it." Now, after I die, you can take it out and read it."

Zhao Quan was terrified when he heard Emperor Xuande's words. He bent his knees and threw himself to kneel in front of the book case: "Your Majesty, you are the Son of Heaven, and you will enjoy a long and blessed life."

Emperor Xuande's pale eyes fell on Eunuch Zhao, and he laughed at himself: "Although everyone shouts long live me, can I really live long live? The emperor is also a human being. One day, quickly put away this imperial decree and don’t let anyone know about it, otherwise your life will be in danger.”

"Your Majesty, this old servant obeys." Zhao Quan kowtowed heavily to the ground, accepting the imperial edict with a heavy heart.

In Fengyi Palace, the palace looked coldly at the people kneeling under Feng Luan: "How is the emperor's health these days? If you dare to say a lie, don't blame me for being ruthless."

An imperial doctor knelt under the empress's seat tremblingly, with large beads of sweat rolling out of his forehead, he replied cautiously: "I have followed the empress's orders. When the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry, I am afraid that time will not be long."

"I understand, you step back first." After the queen ordered the imperial physician to step down, she began to think secretly.

A gust of wind passed by, the veil in the hall fluttered, and in the blink of an eye, a man in black stood in front of the queen: "Your servant sees the empress."

"Well, hurry up and go to Beiji to inform Su Wang, so that Su Wang can get up and return to Hanyang City immediately. There is another matter, you don't need to tell me what to do. You must know what to do." The queen looked at the man in black As he spoke, there was a cold killing intent in his eyes.

"Yes, the servant will do it immediately." The man in black received the order, and flashed out of Fengyi Palace like a gust of wind.

In the early morning of the second day, news spread from the imperial hospital that an imperial physician who was attending to Emperor Xuande was stabbed to death at night and sealed his throat with a sword. With a silent strike, the assassin is likely to be someone from the palace, and the imperial guards of the palace were ordered to investigate the palace people one by one.

Five days later, Su Wang Feng Yixiao put aside the matter of peace with Beituo Kingdom, and returned to Hanyang City without stopping.

(End of this chapter)