After exhausting myself to death

Some palace maids and eunuchs couldn't help crying.

Emperor Yong originally thought that he could calm down and die calmly without losing the face of the Shen royal family. However, the cry aroused fear in his heart, "Whoever is crying in front of the emperor should be punished with death. I know it. You guys Do you also look down on me? Do you think I am not worthy of being emperor?"

The dragon chair and several cases were kicked down by Emperor Yong. He had nothing to kick, so he kicked people to cover up his fear. It seemed that as long as he saw the other person holding back the pain and not daring to resist, he would still be the king who said the right thing.

Emperor Yong soon saw a somewhat familiar face among them - Nan Jiazi, whom he mercifully spared. He is about to die, why should anyone in the Nan family be alive?

Those with weapons stood guard at the entrance of the palace to form a line of defense. Emperor Yong looked left and right, snatched the whisk from the eunuch's hand, and smashed it down on Nan Huaijin's face. "Shuzi, are you cursing me that you, like your grandfather, deserve to die!"

Nan Huaijin skillfully held his head and squatted down, "Your Majesty, please spare your life, Your Majesty, spare your life..."

He begged for mercy with a trembling voice, but his lowered eyes were full of deep thought. The more times like this, the more calm he must be. He has persisted for so long and cannot fail in the end. The surrounding palace people retreated one after another, and Nan Huaijin became the only person targeted by Emperor Yong.

He occasionally calculated the trajectory and dodged a few times. In order not to be obvious, he had already dodged very little. However, Emperor Yong was still angry: "Come here, get your sword, I will chop him!" Nan Huaijin sighed softly, He yelled a few perfunctory words, "Spare my life, Your Majesty, please let me go..." Emperor Yong liked to see the painful expressions of the Nan family begging for mercy, so how could they be willing to give him a death that was too simple? Anyway, he has long been used to the physical pain.

Nan Huaijin looked very thin after being abused and starved for many years. When he took shelter, his sleeves slipped down, revealing his arms covered with bruises. Nie Shuo was a little overwhelmed. He stepped forward and blocked Nan Huaijin behind him: "Your Majesty, please calm down. The rebels are only one step away. Do you want to make people laugh?"

Nie Ge didn't dare to help before, but when people are about to die, he no longer has too many worries. He turned to look at Nan Huaijin who was curled up in a ball on the ground, feeling both guilty and regretful. What an outstanding young man this was. He was smart, kind, and upright. He could speak well at the age of three, and he was good at poetry and painting at the age of five. Nan Qian would boast hundreds of lines to them every time they met. Now it has become like this.

Emperor Yong glared at Ni, "Nie Ge, Lieutenant Nie, you have been on good terms with that old man in Nanqian before. Do you have a grudge against me, that's why you don't allow Zizheng to come back to help King Qin?" He also knew that Persimmon wanted to pick on the weak. Nie Ge stood in front of Nan Huaijin, looking at Emperor Yong raising the fly whisk with a ferocious expression on his face, his face was calm and he did not dodge.

The shouting and killing sounds outside were still chaotic. It sounded like the palace guards were still fighting fiercely with the rebels, but the palace door was suddenly kicked open with force. A small flying knife flew through the air, flashing with a cold light, passed over the crowd, and hit the hand of Emperor Yong who was holding the whisk. The fly whisk fell and the flying knife was embedded in Emperor Yong's palm. He immediately covered his hands and started to cry.

The flying knife was sharp, and Nie Ge could tell that if the attacker hadn't deliberately used less force, he would have cut off half of Emperor Yong's hand. Suddenly a cheerful and somewhat flattering voice came from the door: "Sui Qing, brother Sui, you are very accurate at throwing concealed weapons, teach me, teach me."

Nie Ge was shocked when he heard the voice. He turned his head and saw his grandson who had been missing for a long time and was suspected to be dead long ago. "Nie, Shi, Yun!" Nie Shiyun waved happily and rushed towards Nie Ge. : "Grandpa, my grandson is back. He misses you so much." Nie Ge sneered and picked up the whisk that Emperor Yong had dropped on the ground. "You are not dead. If you are not dead, don't send a letter to your family. This time will pass." You must be pretty cool, you have gained a lot of weight... Stop, stop for me!"

The scene suddenly became a little funny, and even the fear was dissipated a lot. The cries of the palace people stopped, and the courtiers unconsciously relaxed a little.

This is General Nie, the grandson of Taiwei Nie. Could it be that he is... a friendly army?

"Grandpa, please listen to my explanation. I have my own reasons." Nie Shiyun braked urgently and ran away. "Grandpa, I will explain to you when I get home. There are so many people... Hey, Huaijin, Huaijin, you Are you okay?" He and Nie Ge were walking around in the hall when they suddenly saw someone on the ground who seemed to be seriously injured and in great pain. He didn't want to run away for a moment.

Sui Qing stood silently at the door and acted as a quiet watcher. Even when he saw Nie Shiyun being chased and beaten by his grandfather, he remained indifferent and his expression did not change. When he heard Nie Shiyun's words, he raised his head and looked around. When he saw the embarrassed and injured young man, his expression changed: "He is Nan Huaijin." The young master has always been thinking about him.

Sui Qing immediately grabbed a person from the palace and ordered in a cold voice: "Go and call all the imperial doctors."

The people in the palace suddenly fell silent.

They thought this man was mute, but he turned out to be able to speak, and he was so terrifying when he spoke.

Nie Shiyun was at a loss. He wanted to help Nan Huaijin up, but he was afraid that his rough hands and feet would touch the wound. He saw that Nan Huaijin had more injuries than before he left, and kicked Emperor Yong angrily. ——I saw two emperors in the Yan Kingdom. One died and the other was respectful to Shen Minghuan. He now has no fear of the imperial power.

"Who do you think you are, you dare to hit Huai Jin?"

"If you hit either hand or both hands, don't take it."

The courtiers were stunned. They quickly covered their mouths to swallow the exclamations that overflowed to their subordinates.

Looking at this ferocious attitude, is General Sai really an ally?

Nan Huaijin quickly stopped: "I doubt Shiyun."

When he saw Nie Shiyun, he was convinced that these so-called rebels were inseparable from His Highness the Crown Prince, but Emperor Yong was the father of His Highness the Crown Prince no matter what. Nan Huaijin felt that he was not seriously injured. He didn't even faint this time. What's more, he shouldn't be important enough for Emperor Yong to urge him to die.

Yuwenshan also came in

The Imperial Medical Office was some distance away from the main hall. After learning about the situation, he personally rode to the Imperial Medical Office to catch...the person he invited. Only one chief physician, who was said to have the best medical skills, was quickly arrested, while the others were still trotting over behind.

Nie Shiyun temporarily let Emperor Yong go and watched the imperial doctor diagnose and treat Nan Huaijin.

Yu Wenshan stood next to Sui Qing, looking critically at the skinny young man from a distance, and snorted: "This is Nan Huaijin. I don't think he is as good as Mr. Xie." He pushed Sui Qing, "Nie Shiyun must be on Nan Huaijin's side. Suiqing, you have to support Mr. Xie with me, Mr. Xie is the number one counselor around the young master!"

He actually didn't speak loudly, but no one in the hall spoke except Emperor Yong's cries of pain from time to time, so everyone could hear him clearly.

But I can't understand it.

They always thought that Yu Wenshan was the leader of the rebels. Why did it sound like he was still loyal to a "gongzi"? Then "Mr. Being able to take some time out from being punished to support the cause of rebellion

Nie Shiyun felt that Emperor Yong was making a lot of noise, so he tore off a piece of the emperor's dragon robe, crumpled it into a ball, and blocked his mouth. Then he asked the trembling head of the imperial physician, who was wearing gray hair, "How serious are the injuries in the palace?" Whether the illness was serious or not had nothing to do with the injury itself, but the director of the imperial physician thought hard for a long time, and he didn't know whether Nie Shiyun was hinting to him that it was serious or not serious. He had no choice but to tell the truth: "It's serious. The pulse is slow and weak, which is due to the loss of internal organs, insufficient qi, blood, yin and yang..."

I don’t quite understand it, but it feels serious. Nie Shiyun scratched his ears and cheeks, then turned around unbearably and kicked Emperor Yong.

Nie Ge's eyelids twitched: "Nie Shiyun, that's Your Majesty!"

"Grandpa, please don't worry about it." Nie Shiyun waved his hand, "If something happens to Huai Jin, no matter whether he is the emperor or not, he will be dead." He couldn't see the deep father-son relationship between His Highness the Crown Prince and Emperor Yong. In comparison, , Nan Huaijin is more like His Highness’s son. After all, whenever he talks about the inhuman treatment suffered by Nan Huaijin, His Highness's expression will become terrifying.

Nan Huaijin:......

He felt that Nie Shiyun might have misunderstood. He didn't think he was that important.

The shouts outside suddenly stopped, and even the defeated palace guards were forcibly silenced. Only the wind blew, making the flags whistle. After a while, the sound of wheels rolling over the stone slabs became clearer and clearer, and the sound of horse hooves sounded crisp and leisurely, as if they were not walking through the palace avenue covered with swords and blood, but walking on a mountain path enjoying the scenery.

This change was so bizarre that everyone couldn't help but look outside the door, their hearts sinking a little.

A war had just ended, and in the palace where every inch of land was rich and full of treasures, none of these soldiers moved without permission, and they could even maintain absolute silence. The order is forbidding, does that young master actually have such high control over the army? The Yong Kingdom was not unjustly defeated, but when did the world have such an emperor's talent?

The carriage was gorgeous, even the wind-blocking curtains were made of fine velvet, and it stopped slowly outside the steps.

Never before has a vehicle frame been able to drive so close to the main hall. It seems that if it were not blocked by the steps, the driver would even want to drive all the way into the main hall. Suiqing quickly stepped forward and opened the curtain.

A handsome young man bent down and got out of the carriage. He greeted everyone with a smile. He had a gentle temperament and his movements were as upright as if they had been measured.

He is worthy of being a legendary young master.

Just as this thought came to everyone's mind, they saw another old man getting out of the carriage, and his expression suddenly froze. Although the old man looked equally extraordinary, the title "Master" was not quite appropriate. Fortunately, a third person got off the carriage quickly. The courtiers looked at each other. The young master is a child, which is more reasonable than an old man.

Shen Minghuan was already on the young side, and he was born with a disease, always carrying a lingering aura of weakness and illness. At this time, the weather was getting warmer, and he was still wrapped in thick fox fur. He looked younger and younger... and a little familiar.

An exclamation came from the crowd: "Prince"

The fifth prince rarely showed up, but he went to court on the day he was crowned prince and set off for the Yan Kingdom, and the courtiers were still somewhat impressed.

He was a timid and timid prince. When he was wearing the crown prince's crown and receiving the worship of hundreds of officials, he looked unsure of himself. He looked like a little thief who had stolen a treasure and was caught by others. He stood uneasy in the eyes of everyone. But now this person...

Shen Minghuan said casually, "I haven't been back to Yongdu for a long time. Now that you see the prince, you don't need to salute."

Suiqing picked up the dragon chair that had fallen on the ground and set it up. He looked at it and quickly went to the carriage to get a cushion. The majestic chair with the golden dragon carved on it was decorated beautifully and luxuriously. Shen Minghuan Shiran sat down. Xie Zhifei had someone place an incense burner next to it to dispel the bloody smell that came in from outside the hall.

They are rebelling now, but Shen Minghuan's expression is very calm, and even the people he brought have a look of "it should be so".

This is very unreasonable, as if what they did was not done by Shen Minghuan's orders, but spontaneously. Like the loser next to the lord, he looks for every opportunity to sell well, but there is no flattery on his face, so pure and innocent that it is inexplicable.

A large number of people were kneeling in the palace. Except for Shen Minghuan's people, only those who were prepared to die for their country were still standing. Not counting Emperor Yong and Nan Huaijin, they were both lying down.

Emperor Yong's mouth was gagged, his face was covered with tears and snot, and the blood on his palms was stained all over his body because he had avoided Nie Shiyun's beating. Just looking at the picture, it was much worse than Nan Huaijin lying quietly next to him. However, Shen Minghuan's eyes only briefly glanced at his face, then looked straight at Nan Huaijin, and then smiled and said to the old man beside him: "Mr. He, I have to trouble you again."

It turns out that this is the imperial doctor.

Which country's imperial physician is not from their Yong State anyway? Could it be that His Highness the Crown Prince of Yan State came back from Yan State unscathed and mighty, and brought back an imperial physician? Could it be that he completely surrendered to Yan State? No wonder the strength of this rebel army Being so strong, maybe they are not civilian slaves at all, but the elite troops of Yan State. It is really terrifying that Yan State can quietly send such an army into Yong State without attracting their attention. And their traitorous Crown Prince is also extremely hateful!

Dr. He picked up the medicine box resignedly and complained as he walked: "Sir, I told you that I am not good at treating trauma." Shen Minghuan praised seriously: "But Dr. He's medical skills are unparalleled in the world." The director of the Imperial Physician silently stepped aside a little. , he quietly raised his eyes to look at Dr. He, feeling dissatisfied. He felt that his medical skills were unparalleled in the world.

Shen Minghuan was waiting for the diagnosis and treatment results of Dr. He, but the ministers did not want to wait.

They took a step forward in a dignified manner, "Is His Royal Highness planning to usurp the throne?"

"Compile the throne" Shen Minghuan looked at Emperor Yong on the ground, and discussed in a good voice: "Father, you abdicate the throne" Nie Shiyun took out the rag happily, Nie Ge couldn't bear to look at his grandson's stupidity. He closed his eyes. For some reason, Emperor Yong suddenly gained strength and cursed loudly: "You treacherous son, I should have drowned you to death..." Nie Shiyun put the rag back in with a dark face and Sui Qing's fingertips. Another burst of silver light flashed, and the flying knife was embedded in the palm of Emperor Yong's other hand.

Because of Shen Minghuan's health, this group of people never tolerated anyone using death to curse their young master, nor did they insult him. Xie Zhifei's smile faded, "Sui Qing's temper has gotten much better recently." It turned out that he only used one of his hands. Yuwenshan nodded repeatedly, with anger on his face, wanting to make up for it.

A chill ran down his spine, and Emperor Yong sobbed and begged for mercy. The ministers were also shocked for a moment. Baishan Li is the first, no matter how bad Emperor Yong is, Shen Minghuan is the son of a human being, at least he should not be tortured like this.

"Your Highness, what are you doing?"

"Zizheng, don't be angry. He doesn't deserve your anger." Shen Minghuan first took care of Xie Zhifei, who was in a bad mood, and then looked at the minister who was in an even worse mood. He smiled casually and said, "My father has decided to abdicate. I will act as the crown prince alone." Inheriting the throne, no problem, right?" The procedure was proper, but Emperor Yong didn't seem to agree voluntarily. Seeing that the ministers wanted to speak again, Xie Zhifei said coldly: "Sir, if they have any objections, they will be killed."

These are all pillars of talent. They are currently short of people, so of course they cannot be wasted like this. Xie Zhifei knew that many people may not think that Emperor Yong was very good, but were more influenced by the morality in their hearts, so he played a bad role to create an opportunity for Shen Minghuan to win people's hearts by playing a white face.

Xie Zhifei didn't believe that there would be people who were unconvinced and followed the young master with his charisma, and coupled with the thought of saving lives, he ensured that these people would be completely devoted to the young master from now on.

But after hearing this, Shen Minghuan actually nodded in agreement, "Zizheng, I think you are right, then let them..." "Your Highness, please think again!" Nan Huaijin did not dare to pretend to be cowardly and incompetent anymore to collect the information. He stood up and handed over his hand. Make a bow. Xie Zhifei's plan was very old-fashioned, of course he could see it, but why didn't Shen Minghuan go as planned? Could it be that he really wanted to kill these wise ministers? Nan Huaijin just hoped that he was really as important as Nie Shiyun said, and maybe he could still survive. This group of people.

"Okay, since Huaijin has spoken, let's keep their lives for now." Shen Minghuan followed his instructions and changed his orders very casually. Nan Huaijin was silent, and Xie Zhifei frowned deeply. Shen Minghuan never wanted to kill anyone from beginning to end. He just left the opportunity to win people's hearts to Nan Huaijin.

Doctor He was checking his pulse when the other party's hand suddenly took away. He didn't care, took out a pen and paper from the medicine box and started writing a prescription. Shen Minghuan asked him: "How is it, Doctor He?" "It's a bit troublesome, but his situation is a bit similar to Xie Zhifei's. Xie Zhifei was more serious at first, but the prescription can still be used after changing it."

Imperial Physician He wrote quickly, "Among them there are some rare medicinal herbs. I don't know if they can be found in the palace." Shen Minghuan looked at the director of the Imperial Physician. This medicine is not only precious, it is extremely precious and cannot be bought for a thousand dollars. The Director of the Imperial Physician was sweating coldly, "The coriander sprouts are only produced in the Wushan Mountains of the Yan Kingdom. This..."

That means no. Shen Minghuan looked back.

After writing the prescription, Dr. He put down his pen and said, "Young Master's residence still has three plants. We will keep everything simple during this trip. This medicine is useless for Young Master, so I didn't bring it with me." Everyone's eyes unconsciously drifted towards the luxurious carriage outside the palace. Remain silent on the words "simplify everything". They were keen to hear something strange from this sentence. It was known that this medicine was extremely precious and was not even available in the Yong Palace. Shen Minghuan actually had three plants in Yan State's mansion. Was he living so well in Yan State?

"That's easy to handle." Shen Minghuan waved. "Yu Wenshan, send someone back to get them all. Since it's similar to Zizheng's situation, Zizheng can eat it too." He said thoughtfully: "Go and ask Zhao Yuancheng if he has any in the palace. If you have any, bring them all.”

Xie Zhifei felt warm in his heart.

Even when she saw Nan Huaijin, whom she longed for, Shen Minghuan did not ignore him. He said with a smile: "Sir, I have already taken it." The reliable Doctor He raised his head proudly, "It is three parts of the medicine and the poison. Considering the conditions of the two of them, one strain is enough."

Yuwenshan geared up: "Sir, do I still need to go to Emperor Yan to get medicine?"

Shen Minghuan said confidently: "Go, you can get all the good things. You have traveled a long way and you can't come back empty-handed."

Shen Minghuan showed great mercy and allowed the officials to go home first to report that they were safe.

Understanding that they were quite frightened today, they set the time to enter the palace in two hours, enough time to have a meal and then take a nap. Anyway, the entire Yongcheng city was surrounded by troops led by Yu Wenshan, and the city gates were guarded, so they would definitely not be able to escape.

"Sir, I don't understand." Xie Zhifei spoke after everyone had dispersed and only he and his future self were left. There were rarely things he didn't understand, and even if he didn't understand them for a while, he usually figured them out on his own. Xie Zhifei didn't mind Zu Lu's past embarrassment, but in front of Shen Minghuan, he hoped that he would be "useful".

But he felt that he might not be able to understand this matter no matter how much he thought about it.

Counselors do not need to win over people's hearts. That is called forming a faction for personal gain and is the work of treacherous ministers. Only if their lord needs it, and only if everyone is loyal to the lord, will their cause be more likely to succeed. Anyone else might have suspected that Shen Minghuan had lost his mind and lost his IQ because of Nan Huaijin's lack of bottom line, but Xie Zhifei didn't believe it. The Shen Minghuan he knew was gentle and sensible, soft-hearted and sober.

Nan Huaijin also raised his head.

No matter how you look at it, he is the beneficiary of this matter, but why?

Before this, he had never even met Shen Minghuan. There was no deep and indelible friendship between them as Nie Shiyun had imagined. He has not done anything for Shen Minghuan, has not proved his worth, and has not made an irreplaceable contribution. He is just a slave whose family has been ruined, who can be bullied by everyone in this palace, and is the lowest slave. Why does Shen Minghuan treat him so well?

Shen Minghuan wisely took a few steps back, staying far away from Xie Zhifei and Dr. He before replying calmly: "Zizheng, if you were the one who stopped me just now, I would have agreed... I'll think about it later." Nan Huaijin frowned. Frown, what does this mean?

He couldn't bear to be surprised that Shen Minghuan put him and Xie Zhifei in the same position, because the word "in the future" had an ominous connotation.

Nan Huaijin looked at Xie Zhifei.

Xie Zhifei seemed to understand. His face instantly turned pale, and the smile on his side showed reluctance. "Zizheng, why do you say that people will die sooner or later?" Shen Minghuan was very relieved, "I have found you, you are the backup for this world."

"Your Highness, your body..." Nan Huaijin's face turned pale. He suddenly remembered that the reason why the fifth prince had no sense of presence in the house before was because he was weak and had been recovering from illness for most of the year. Is it so serious? It's so serious that he has to consider his funeral so early. It's so serious that he doesn't feel the need to manage people's hearts for himself.

"Ah," Shen Minghuan smiled, "It's okay for now."

Doctor He looked very unhappy, "Sir, are you doubting my medical skills again?" Shen Minghuan took a few steps back, compared the distance, and finally did not dare to challenge Doctor He's self-control. He blinked innocently and looked up at the sky.

Nan Huaijin looked hesitant, "Your Highness, can I ask a question? Why are you so nice to me when you don't understand me at all?" There was a hint of suspicion, as if he felt that Shen Minghuan had bad intentions and had other intentions. Xie Zhifei was already depressed because he had inexplicably acted as the bad guy for Nan Huaijin. As soon as this question came out, his face completely changed.

Shen Minghuan answered the question, "Huai Jin, I was told that I would not survive to adulthood. Life is short, and an unpopular prince has no chance to do anything important." He smiled, "Originally, I only wanted to enjoy myself in time, and did not want to be contaminated. The world is troubled." Nan Huaijin understood, so when he was the fifth prince, he seemed to be detached from the world, and there was no right or wrong in the world.

"Then do you know why I changed my mind now?"

Nan Huaijin thought about Shen Minghuan's behavior during this period, "Your Highness cares about the common people and does not want them to suffer in troubled times." "That was the reason later." Shen Minghuan looked at him gently, "In the beginning, I was doing it for you. "

"Huaijin, I came to this world just for you."