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Chapter 90 Prince, Senior Sister Is Sick

The voice fell.

Ren Pingsheng took a step forward, his whole body was filled with aura, and he was suddenly excited!
in the eyes of others.

At this moment, the gentle son of Zhenbei Prince seemed to turn into a fierce evil star, exuding a terrifying aura!

opposite.

Li Yifan's eyes widened, staring in disbelief at the rumored rank nine martial artist in front of him.

How could such a majestic aura be only rank nine? !
He looked at Ren Pingsheng, who seemed to be tearing open the cage, unscrupulously baring his fangs and claws.

An unspeakable sense of fear rose in his heart, and he subconsciously took two steps back, wanting to beg for mercy.

Before he had time to shout, he saw Ren Pingsheng's figure disappear in place, and he came to him in an instant.

boom!
Only a violent roar was heard.

Ren Pingsheng punched Li Yifan's chest.

This punch seemed to carry an unstoppable force, even if it was a peerless beast in front of him, it would still be beaten to death alive!
boom!
Only a loud bang was heard.

Li Yifan felt a sharp pain in his chest, before he realized what happened, he flew upside down and hit the ground heavily, splashing a cloud of smoke and dust.

Destruction!

In an instant, the surroundings fell into a deathly silence.

The passers-by, Jin Wuwei, Li Yong and the staff of Chunfengtang were all stunned when they saw this scene.

They never thought about it.

Uncle Anping of the seventh rank couldn't even resist a punch from Prince Zhenbei's son.

"Didn't it mean that Prince Zhenbei's son is the ninth rank, and Uncle Anping is the seventh rank? Why is this so?"

Someone looked dazed and muttered to himself.

No one responded.

Everyone was still immersed in the shock of that unstoppable punch just now.

I do not know how long it has been.

Deafening cheers erupted from the crowd!

"The prince is mighty!"

"You can't even block His Highness's punch, trash, bah!"

Li Yifan collapsed on the ground, severe pain swept his body like a tide, he couldn't even make a sound of wailing, he could only hold his chest tightly, his mind went blank.

the other side.

Ren Pingsheng walked towards Li Yifan step by step, looking down at him condescendingly.

He raised his foot, aimed at his calf, and stepped down hard.

Click!

Accompanied by the sound of bones breaking.

Li Yifan's calf was bent at [-] degrees abruptly, which looked extremely frightening.

"what--"

Miserable wailing resounded through the heavens and the earth.

The onlookers heard this, and felt a chill in their hearts. They subconsciously looked at Li Yifan, and saw that his facial features were distorted, his hair was wet with sweat, he was hugging his calf, and rolling on the ground.

Originally looking at the gentle and elegant Prince Zhenbei standing beside him, his face was expressionless, as if everything in front of him could not arouse the slightest fluctuation in his heart.

this moment.

Everyone had the same thought: His Royal Highness is a ruthless person!

Time passed minute by minute.

I was in a trance for a while.

The hundred families of the Jinwu Guard finally came to their senses, with panic in their eyes, they walked up to Ren Pingsheng quickly, and said anxiously: "Your Majesty, he is the son of Uncle Anping's Mansion."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ren Pingsheng: "So what? You didn't hear me just now. I competed with him. No matter what the result is, even if he misses, maims, or even kills him, it is destiny and has nothing to do with others."

"This"

When Jin Wuwei heard this, he was at a loss for words.

He did hear Uncle Anping's words just now, but he didn't pay attention at all.

Because in his prediction, it is absolutely impossible for Prince Zhenbei to defeat Bozi Anping.

The final result must be that Uncle Anping won the prince of Zhenbei and left here in a grand manner.

Even if Uncle Anping's blood is surging and he wants to take the opportunity to take revenge on Prince Zhenbei's son, there is no need to worry too much.

The sixth-rank bodyguard behind Prince Zhenbei will definitely make a move.

In the end, big things are turned into small things, and small things are turned into small things.

did not expect.

The result was completely different from what he expected.

Uncle Anping of the seventh rank couldn't even block the punch of Prince Zhenbei's son, and even had no strength to fight back after falling to the ground.

Whether the rumors about Prince Zhenbei's son is wrong, or whether he has been hiding his strength, Jin Wuwei's hundreds of households don't know.

He only knew that if this continues, Uncle Anping is very likely to die here.

"My lord, even so"

Hundreds of Jinwu Guards wanted to persuade them.

Just opened.

Seeing Prince Zhenbei raise his leg again.

Click!

The sound of broken bones sounded again, mixed with miserable wailing, which made one's hair stand on end.

"Uncle Anping offended the eldest son, it's okay for the eldest son to punish him, but please spare his life. After all, Uncle Anping is such a legitimate son."

Hundred families of the Jinwu Guard persuaded them in a panic.

Ren Pingsheng turned a deaf ear and stepped on Uncle Anping's chest with one foot. The mountain-like force pressed him firmly to the ground, and he couldn't even roll over.

Uncle Anping lay flat on the ground, his legs were drooping weakly, his facial features were distorted, his eyes were scarlet, and the clothes on his body were already wet with sweat.

Even so, he still couldn't help crying, as if this was the only way to relieve the pain in his body.

Seeing this scene, all the families of the Jinwu Guard were terrified, gritted their teeth, and said loudly, "Young Master Li, hurry up and beg for mercy!"

Hearing this, the passers-by who were onlookers glared at the hundred households of the Jinwu Guard, and said angrily: "You don't care about this bastard who bullied us before, but now His Royal Highness is upholding justice for us, and you jumped out again. Are you doing things for the court? , or do things for these bullies?"

"Uncle Anping has been tyrannical in the capital for so many years, from the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty to the arresters of the Yamen, he turned a blind eye to everyone.

Now His Royal Highness is willing to take action to punish such a villain, but you still want to stop it, are you his dog? "

"You keep saying you are for the common people, but in fact? You will only help the evildoers! A bunch of lackeys, hetui!"

"You officials and ministers plus the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty can't even match a single finger of the prince!"

The people were filled with righteous indignation.

There was a trance in the eyes of Jin Wuwei Baihu, who didn't know what to say for a while.

the other side.

Ren Pingsheng didn't seem to care what others thought, and continued to do his own thing.

Uncle Anping's two arms were crippled in a row.

"what--"

An indescribable pain swept through my body.

Uncle Anping's mind went blank, he uttered an incomparably shrill howl, straightened his upper body like a reflex, with a ferocious expression on his face.

After a few seconds, he finally passed out.

Just now.

An angry shout came from not far away.

"stop!"

Ren Pingsheng turned his head to look, and saw a middle-aged man in a scarlet robe walking quickly, his face gloomy.

Seeing the middle-aged man, the hundred households of the Jinwu Guard seemed to have seen a savior, their eyes lit up, and they hurriedly greeted him: "Master Minister!"

A little Uncle Anping was able to alarm a third-rank official like the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment.

It seems that there are many important people hiding in the dark to watch this good show.

Ren Pingsheng thought about this, his eyes sank, he ignored the servant of the Ministry of Punishment, and walked up to Li Yifan, Anping's uncle, raised his right leg, as if to step on it.

In the next second, an angry shout was heard not far away.

"Shu Zi'an dares!"

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of households of the Jinwu Guard said in amazement: "Uncle Anping!"

All of a sudden, two big figures came to the scene.

Ren Pingsheng still turned a deaf ear to it, and stepped on Uncle Anping's abdomen with a sudden force and a heavy foot.

puff--

Uncle Anping, who was already in a coma, spat out a mouthful of blood, opened his eyes wide, his pupils gradually dilated, and he was only half breathed.

Limbs were severed, and Qi Hai was severely injured. Even if he survived, there was a high probability that he would become a disabled person.

not far away.

Uncle Anping watched helplessly as his only son-in-law, a master of martial arts who carried the high hopes of the whole family, was being abused in this way. His eyes were staring like copper bells, his whole face was flushed purple, and his facial features were huddled together fiercely. It sounded terrible, and a sentence was squeezed out between the teeth: "Ren Pingsheng! You are courting death!"

The voice fell.

The majestic spiritual energy gushed out, turning into a gust of wind and sweeping towards Ren Pingsheng.

He is a rank five martial artist, Ren Pingsheng couldn't resist an all-out blow from extreme anger.

Even the people around him will suffer!

Seeing this scene, Li Yong focused his eyes, mobilized his whole body's aura, and appeared in front of Ren Pingsheng in the blink of an eye, ready to use his body as a shield to resist this blow for him.

It all happened between lightning and flint.

The onlookers didn't have time to react at all, they stood there helplessly.

at the same time.

The majestic aura of the fifth-rank martial artist condensed into a long spear in mid-air, stabbing straight at Ren Pingsheng's chest with an unstoppable force!
Such a blow.

Even if Li Yong stands in front of him as a human shield, Ren Pingsheng must be seriously injured!

Seeing this scene, Ren Pingsheng took out the talisman left by Dao Zun from his arms, held it in his hand, stretched out his hand and pushed away Li Yong, who was standing in front of him, and lowered his voice: "He hasn't the guts to confront me. The son of the world is a killer."

Li Yong was slightly taken aback, and was about to speak.

A loud bang interrupted him.

boom!
The long spear condensed by the majestic spiritual energy seemed to have hit an invisible wall, making a deafening roar.

at the same time.

A deep voice resounded between heaven and earth.

"Disperse!"

next second.

Like a violent storm with a blow of extreme anger and madness, it dissipated in the air like foam, as if it had never appeared before.

The gun hits the wall and the exit happens almost at the same time.

Uncle An Ping, who was burning with anger, didn't notice this scene, and only thought that the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment was blocking him.

He was even more annoyed in his heart, his eyes widened, he glared at the middle-aged man in the crimson robe, gritted his teeth and said, "Yuan Guojing! You want to make an enemy of this uncle!"

Yuan Guojing, the left servant of the Ministry of Punishment, was expressionless, and said calmly: "The imperial court has its own laws, and some people use lynching in public. I just sit back and ignore it. How can I explain to the Holy Majesty?"

The voice fell.

Uncle Anping was furious in his chest, and was about to speak, when he suddenly realized something, glared at Ren Pingsheng, gritted his teeth, and said, "Since Yuan Shilang said so, he should treat everyone equally. The Ministry of Punishment apprehended the crime.

If the Ministry of Criminal Justice didn't arrest him, my family Fan'er was not at fault. Ren Pingsheng beat my family's Fan'er like this, he committed a murder in the street!According to my Great Zhou law, what should be the crime for a person who commits a crime in the street and causes serious injury? ! "

Yuan Guojing opened his mouth and was about to answer, but before he even opened his mouth, he heard the righteous indignation of the people around him: "He himself said that in martial arts competitions, life and death are fate, if you don't turn your back on it, how could it become another way of saying it in your mouth?" ?”

"That's right, thanks to the fact that you are still high-ranking officials, if you don't make sense at all, you will renege on your debts, even worse than local ruffians!"

"From what we have seen just now, His Royal Highness is not wrong!"

Maybe it was the passion that was ignited by Ren Pingsheng's actions just now.

now.

Thousands of onlookers stood up without the slightest fear in the face of the aloof An Ping Bo and the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment:
"Your Majesty is right!"

"Your Majesty is right!"

"Your Majesty is right!"

Boom boom boom!
The sound is uniform, like the beating of war drums, deafening and deafening!

Such a force, even the minister of the Ministry of punishment cannot turn a blind eye to it.

He practiced Confucianism and Taoism, and the awe-inspiring righteousness in his body came from the power of luck in the holy temple.

If it is a tit-for-tat confrontation with the common people, the power of luck may be weakened to a certain extent.

Although as long as the position of Minister of the Ministry of Punishment is still there, it will not have much impact, but it will have an impact after all.

Out of this level of concern, he swallowed back what he was going to say and remained silent.

Seeing that he was silent, Uncle Anping immediately understood the stakes. He no longer insisted, looked at the officer of the Ministry of Punishment behind him, and ordered: "You guys go and detain the murderer Ren Pingsheng!"

Hearing this, several officials of the Ministry of Punishment showed hesitation on their faces. They looked at their servants, and saw that the servants neither nodded nor shook their heads.

at this time.

Suddenly, a scholar stood out from the crowd of onlookers.

He held a copy of the "Great Zhou Law" in his hand, looked at the officers of the Ministry of Punishment, and said righteously: "According to my Great Zhou Law, there are eight crimes besides the ten crimes...

Discuss relatives, discuss old friends, discuss talents, discuss abilities, discuss achievements, discuss nobles, discuss labor, and discuss guests!
The above eight categories of people, not to mention the Ministry of Punishment, even the tribunal of the Judiciary cannot convict them. They must be handed over to His Majesty for a personal ruling. If His Majesty thinks they are guilty, they will be considered guilty!

The prince of Zhenbei is the son of the vassal king conferred by the imperial court. He is equivalent to a second-rank military officer and belongs to the noble family in the Eight Discussions.

You are a little earl, what qualifications do you have to instruct the Ministry of Criminal Justice to detain your son?Do you want to seek power to usurp the throne and replace the Holy One? "

It has to be said that the scholar's tongue is very powerful, and in just a few words, he charged Uncle Anping with treason.

Hearing this, Uncle Anping was furious, his face turned purple, the veins on his forehead were clearly visible, and he squeezed out five words between his teeth: "What are you!"

The scholar didn't have the slightest fear, raised his head slightly, and said righteously: "Scholar of Dazhou!"

"well said!"

"Seeing injustices in the road, stepping forward and speaking up for justice, you are worthy of being a scholar of my great Zhou!"

"If all the scholars in my Great Zhou had such backbone, how could the monster clan have been raging at the border for many years!"

There was a burst of applause among the people.

Immediately afterwards, several scholars stood up and confronted An Pingbo.

"Although you are an earl, you are only equivalent to a fourth-rank military officer, and far from Yigui's second-rank. If you dare to attack the prince of Zhenbei, you will not only hurt people, but also commit crimes below. The crime will be aggravated! "

"As an honorable man of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he doesn't love the common people, but allows his son to be abused everywhere, which is an out-and-out disaster. If I were you, seeing my son's virtue, I would have gone to the Holy Majesty to plead guilty.

You actually have the face to bark and bark here, I have never seen such a brazen person like you! "

These scholars are all professional trolls. They scold people, quote scriptures, one set after another, and they don't repeat every time they spray a stick of incense.

At this moment, even if it was the backbone of the sect that reduced the feudal vassals, Yuan Guojing, the servant of the Ministry of Punishments, couldn't help but retreat in the face of such a headwind, and silently took two steps back.

I secretly rejoiced in my heart, fortunately I was not impulsive just now, otherwise my reputation would be ruined.

Fortunately, at the same time, I can't help regretting that I shouldn't have come here in the first place, which made it hard for me to get off.

Now it's neither advancing nor retreating, I don't know what to do.

But it wasn't his fault.

After all, who would have thought that Prince Zhenbei's son came to the capital for just over two months, and he would have such a voice among the common people?
the other side.

Uncle Anping's face was already swollen like a pig's head, but he had nothing to do with these scholars.

After all, it can be seen from their clothes that they are all students of Guozijian, and they are protected by the holy courtyard.

Although he is an earl, in the end he is just resting on his ancestors' credit book, and he is nothing in front of Cheng Jijiu.

Even if he retaliates afterwards, as long as Cheng Jijiu finds out, he will definitely end badly, and the gain outweighs the loss.

I can only swallow this useless gas.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!"

An Pingbo roared wildly in his heart, venting his emotions, and the next second he stared at Ren Pingsheng with bloodshot eyes, gnashing his teeth and said: "Benbo is going to sue! Ren Pingsheng, just wait!"

As soon as the words fell, a student from the Imperial College mocked: "At such an age, it is shameful to go back to your parents and cry when you are taught for being unreasonable."

"He really is a shameless person!"

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Listening to all kinds of sarcasm coming from the ear.

An Pingbo almost gritted his teeth, even so, he still held back and didn't make a move.

Because he is clear.

The Imperial Academy student was right.

According to the law of the imperial court, as long as officials and nobles of the second rank or above have not committed the ten major crimes, the three courts do not have the power to judge the crime, and must be handed over to His Majesty to judge the crime.

Ren Pingsheng is the eldest son conferred by the imperial court, a real second rank, and belongs to the scope of Eight Discussions.

If I do anything to him, I will be presumptuous, and I will definitely be questioned by His Majesty, the gain outweighs the loss.

"call--"

Uncle An Ping let out a foul breath, tried his best to suppress the roiling anger in his heart, and stepped forward, trying to get his half-breathed son back from Ren Pingsheng's feet.

Just now.

Ren Pingsheng suddenly raised his foot, kicked Li Yifan's back, and kicked him to An Pingbo's feet.

"puff!"

Li Yifan spurted another mouthful of blood, the clothes on his body were already stained red with blood, his limbs were bent at [-] degrees, and he looked like he was no longer human, it was too horrible to look at.

but.

Seeing this scene, the onlookers didn't feel cruel, but rather relieved.

It has not been a day or two for Li Yifan to run rampant in the inner city of the capital.

Every once in a while, I would see this guy making trouble in public and bullying passers-by after he was drunk.

The people dare not speak out.

Now that someone is taking action to punish them, how can they feel cruel.

If they had the status and strength of Shizi, they would want to trample this dog's head to pieces!
The onlookers were in a happy mood and refreshed for a while.

Uncle An Ping looked at his beloved son who was kicked to his feet like garbage, his eyes were tearing apart, and he roared in a low voice: "Ren Pingsheng! You are too deceitful!"

Ren Pingsheng turned a deaf ear, as if he didn't pay attention to him at all, turned his head to look at Li Yong, and said word by word: "See, this is how we should treat this kind of dog in the future.

The more he indulged, the more rampant he became. After a long time, he really regarded himself as a character. In fact, a bedbug will always be a bedbug, and he can't turn the sky! "

Hearing this, Li Yong's blood surged, and his heart surged with emotion. He glanced at Uncle Anping and his uncle Anping's bloody son Li Yifan, and said solemnly, "Teach me for a humble job!"

An Pingbo's neck was flushed red, his teeth were clenched, and his hands were clenched into fists, almost unable to restrain the anger in his heart.

Three seconds later, the anger in my heart gushed out like a volcano erupting, and the majestic spiritual energy in my body rolled up again.

aside.

Seeing this, Yuan Guojing, the servant of the Ministry of Punishment, was startled, and hastily used his mighty righteousness, and said in a deep voice: "If you can't bear it, you will make a big mess."

The power of the sage's words surged to the surroundings with blue waves, and it came into play in an instant.

Most of the anger in Anpingbo's heart dissipated.

He took a deep look at Ren Pingsheng, snorted coldly, bent over to pick up Li Yifan, who was still half breathed, and walked away from here.

Seeing this scene, the onlookers burst into cheers!
His Royal Highness, who made a move in righteousness, did not hesitate to praise him.

Things have gotten to this point.

Many people have forgotten that the reason why Ren Pingsheng punished Li Yifan, Anping's uncle, was not because he was domineering, but because he caused trouble in front of the Spring Breeze Hall.

But when you get the desired result, who cares about the cause?
The cheers continued.

Ren Pingsheng fell into deep thought.

Just now, he saw very clearly.

An Pingbo condensed all the spiritual energy in his body, and issued a full blow in extreme anger. It was not scattered by the words of the minister of punishment, but was blocked by a seemingly invisible wall of air.

Someone is secretly protecting themselves!
Was it the guards sent by father, the eyeliner placed by the emperor, or someone else?

He was more inclined, and his father sent guards secretly.

But after thinking about it, I found it unrealistic.

In fact, there are not many masters of the fourth-rank realm in the northern border, and each of them holds an important position in the army.

With father's character, no matter how much he loves himself, it is impossible to transfer the backbone of the northern defense line to the capital.

If the one sent was a rank five, it should not be able to reach the level of being able to block the full blow of a rank five martial artist just now.

Who was the one who shot just now? I don't have a clue, so I just don't think about it.

Ren Pingsheng put aside distracting thoughts, looked at Li Yong, and said seriously: "Chunfengtang is operating normally, if someone makes trouble again, you should know how to do it."

Li Yong's expression was firm, and he replied: "The humble position is clear!"

Ren Pingsheng nodded slightly and said no more.

Under the admiring eyes of all the people, he got on his horse and left Chunfengtang.

From the beginning to the end, he ignored Uncle An Ping and the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment.

The Jinwu guards and the officials of the Ministry of Justice stood in place, watching Ren Pingsheng leave on a fine horse, with complicated expressions on his face.

What is a top dude!

In front of the servant of the Ministry of Justice, Uncle Anping and countless people, he beat Uncle Anping's only son to death, and finally walked away as if nothing had happened.

How many people in the entire capital can do this?
I'm afraid His Royal Highness King Ning is nothing more than that.

Yuan Guojing, the servant of the Ministry of punishment, thought differently from these servants.

He knew better in his heart that Ren Pingsheng was confident, not because he was the heir of Zhenbei Prince, equivalent to a second-rank military officer, but because he was the proton of the northern border.

As long as the Holy Majesty has not made up his mind to cut down the feudal clan, no matter how much he tosses, he will not do anything to him.

Once the sage made up his mind to cut down the vassal, no matter how well he behaved, even if he wrote poems and wrote lyrics all day long to praise the sage and the civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty, he would still be suppressed.

but
Even if you understand this truth.

Most of the protons are also cautious and cautious, not daring to be too presumptuous. Who would have thought that the Prince of Zhenbei would be so arrogant and beat Uncle Anping half to death.

Think of this.

Yuan Guojing suddenly realized something and was slightly taken aback.

If he remembers correctly.

The Prince of Zhenbei is a well-known waste of martial arts. He has practiced hard for more than ten years and has never broken through the ninth rank.

Although Uncle Anping has a wild personality and indulges in sensuality on weekdays, he does have some talents in martial arts.

Even if he didn't practice hard, he had broken through the seventh rank, and he was considered quite satisfactory in the seventh rank.

No outsiders came to help.

How could the Prince of Zhenbei beat Uncle Anping?
Thinking of this, he looked at the hundred households of the Jinwu Guard, and asked, "The son of Prince Zhenbei fought with Uncle Anping just now, did outsiders intervene?"

Baihu of the Jinwu Guard shook his head and replied: "My lord, no."

"how can that be."

Yuan Guojing's pupils shrank, his mouth opened slightly, and he couldn't believe it.

Seeing this scene, the hundred households of the Jinwu Guard thought to themselves: Yuan Shilang only realized this problem now, isn't he a bit too slow.

After a few seconds of silence, he opened his mouth and said: "Just now Prince Zhenbei and Uncle Anping faced each other, and Beizhi has been standing by the side. The aura in Prince Zhenbei's body has reached the level of the seventh rank, even in the seventh rank. Outstanding, but”

Speaking of this, he stopped abruptly, as if hesitating to speak.

Yuan Guojing glanced at him, frowned slightly, and asked, "But what?"

Jin Wuwei Baihu said: "However, from many details, the humble official speculates that the prince of Zhenbei is still the eighth rank."

Seventh-rank martial arts can already release aura.

However, during the battle, Prince Zhenbei didn't leak any aura.

From this point alone, it can be basically concluded that he has not broken through to the seventh rank.

He hesitated to speak because this inference was too shocking.

It is not uncommon for people below the extraordinary level to leapfrog the battle and win.

But generally speaking, with the help of various props and means, they finally won miserably.

Like Zhenbei Wang Shizi, who crushed the seventh-rank body with an eighth-rank body, and knocked the opponent to the ground with just one punch.

Don't say I've seen it, but I haven't heard of it.

Literally, unheard of!

"Eight products?!"

Yuan Guojing was even more shocked, and his tone was a little hasty: "Are you sure?"

The hundred households of the Jinwu Guard hesitated for a moment, and replied: "Eight or nine is not far from ten."

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Yuan Guojing fell into a long silence when he heard the words.

I do not know how long it has been.

His eyes flickered, he looked at the officer of the Ministry of Punishment behind him, and ordered: "I have something to do, you go back to the Yamen on your own."

The officer of the Ministry of Punishment did not hesitate, and saluted: "Yes, my lord!"

Yuan Guojing nodded slightly, got on his horse, and rushed in a certain direction.

Renfu.

Ren Pingsheng walked into the courtyard without worrying about what happened just now.

If the emperor intends to deal with his father, this matter is not a matter at all, and it will not have any impact on him.

The same is true.

If the emperor didn't plan to deal with his father, this matter would not be a big deal, he was justified, and a count with no power, no power and no strength couldn't make any trouble at all.

It is nothing more than that it may cause some disputes in the court, and attract the anger of some officials of the vassal reduction faction.

But... who cares about them?
Ren Pingsheng thought so, and sat cross-legged to meditate, planning to practice the "Longevity Technique" at noon.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he suddenly smelled a bloody smell.

He opened his eyes, looked down, and found that at some point, his body was stained with a lot of blood, and no accidents, it was that dude.

"unlucky."

Ren Pingsheng cursed secretly, planning to enter the house and change clothes.

As soon as he took two steps, he heard a rush of footsteps from outside the courtyard.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Chuyue's soft and sweet voice sounded anxiously.

"My lord, the senior sister is suddenly ill, you should go and see the senior sister quickly."

When Ren Pingsheng heard this, he thought that Jiang Chuyue was looking for something to play with herself again.

Turning her head to look, she found that there was indeed a trace of panic between her brows, which did not seem to be a disguise, and then realized that Chang An might really be ill.

"It's fine, why did you suddenly get sick?"

Ren Pingsheng's heart sank, he didn't care about changing clothes, so he walked to the next yard and asked, "What's going on?"

Jiang Chuyue was a little flustered: "I don't know... half an hour ago, senior sister was still fine, sitting by the window alone, staring at the blue sky and white clouds in a daze, so I went out and got a bunch of candied haws to eat, and when I came back I saw the senior sister lying on the table.

At first I thought the senior sister was tired, so I yelled a few times, but the senior sister ignored me, only to find out that the senior sister was sick. "

Hearing this, Ren Pingsheng's heart sank even deeper, and he asked: "What's wrong with your body?"

Jiang Chuyue said: "It just looks weak, her forehead feels a little hot, and she looks dazed, as if she is not conscious."

It sounds like a fever.

But the fever did not come on suddenly like this.

Could it be a Gu poison attack?
Ren Pingsheng thought wildly for a while, and only halfway through the walk did he remember to call the doctor.

He took out the gold medal for entering the palace from his arms, and handed it to Jiang Chuyue, with a solemn expression: "Ask someone to enter the palace with the badge, and invite the imperial doctor."

"it is good!"

Jiang Chuyue reached out to take the token, nodded heavily, turned and left the yard, and went to find the guards.

Ren Pingsheng entered the room alone, and the first thing he saw was Chang An, who was fully dressed, lying on the bed.

He walked quickly to the side of the bed and sat down, looking down.

Chang An was covered with a veil as always, and the clothes were close to her graceful and slender body. She lay on the bed in a daze, and her fair and glowing skin did not look rosy at the moment.

The long eyelashes cast shadows, trembling slightly, the long black hair was loose, and the hair on the forehead was soaked in sweat, messily sticking to the cheeks.

It is distressing to look at the delicate appearance because of illness.

"Ma'am." Ren Pingsheng sat on the edge of the bed, leaned over slightly, and called softly.

Chang An, who was on the sickbed, seemed to have heard Ren Pingsheng's call, her beautiful eyebrows were slightly raised, and then gradually relaxed.

Ren Pingsheng gently placed the back of his hand on her fair and clean forehead soaked in sweat.

It's a little hot!
Ren Pingsheng was startled: "It's so hot!"

at this time.

Chang An seemed to feel that someone was touching her, her eyebrows were furrowed again, her long eyelashes trembled constantly, as if she was trying to open her eyes, her hair became more messy due to sweat.

"Ma'am, it's me." Ren Pingsheng slowed down his tone and called softly.

Hear a familiar voice.

Chang An's frowning brows eased again, and his eyelashes were no longer trembling. He was lying quietly on the bed, but cold sweat was still dripping from his fair and clean forehead.

Exhaling bursts of hot air, it seems that the situation is not optimistic.

Looking at this scene, Ren Pingsheng became more and more worried. After thinking for a few seconds, he said softly, "Madam, rest well. I'll go out and get a basin of water to cool down the temperature of Madam."

After speaking, he stood up and planned to call the maid.

at this time.

There was a whine from beside him.

Followed by a hazy whisper.

it seems that.
don't go.

(End of this chapter)