I know I was wrong

Yan Shirong's poison is the remnant poison left by Xu Mihua when he was ten years old.

Later, it was found that his poison was related to the third prince, and it was the third prince Yan Chen who sent someone to push him.The emperor was most jealous of brothers killing each other, he was furious when he heard about it, he was imprisoned in the prince's mansion and he was not allowed to come out, and he found a famous doctor from all over the world to detoxify him.

It's just that the poison quickly rushed into the blood, even though most of it was expelled, there was still residual poison in his body.

Sumeru flower poison is overbearing and has a long dormant period. Five times of poisoning will kill a person.He had poisoned twice when he was a child, and now this is the third time.

There is a rejuvenation doctor in Xiangcheng, who has been mixing medicine for him these years. At the beginning of each year, he will send someone to bring new medicine, but it can also suppress the poison.Last year I sent a letter saying that I got a rare medicinal material, and I thought it would be able to completely force out the flower poison, but I didn't see anyone else this year.The secret guards sent by the palace to Xiangcheng were all killed, and Huichun was nowhere to be found. Without Huichun, Yan Shirong was no different from waiting to die.

For the rest of the day, he will suffer day after day, with nightmares, hemoptysis, chest tightness, shortness of breath, stiffness and pain in his limbs, and convulsions all over his body when the poison occurs, showing his ugly appearance.

No matter which point, he didn't want to happen in front of others.

Especially, in front of Xue Cuo.

Yan Shirong didn't let Chenggui and Xue Cuo talk about it, and Chenggui really didn't dare to say it, for fear of making Yan Shirong angry.

Besides, Xue Cuo is very busy right now.

It was heard that there was a change in the South, and he actually transferred all the soldiers of the five armies in Weijing out of the capital. Yan Qing scolded him for being a villain in the court hall, but he stood upright and let the king scold him.None of the ministers dared to look at him, anyone with a discerning eye had already seen who was speaking in the hall, and gradually moved closer to him and Wu Xiao.

But after being sick on the bed for a day, letters kept pouring in. Cheng Gui picked up the sealed and urgently signed letter and handed it to Yan Shirong, but Yan Shirong insisted on staying in bed after reading it.

Cheng Gui stopped him: "This can't be done!"

Yan Shirong felt dizzy when he was on the bed. He grabbed the bedpost with his five fingers, tried his best to slow down, and said in a deep voice: "There is something wrong with Wu Xiao. He wants Xue Cuo to lead the Wu family army to the capital, so he won't regret it." room."

Thinking about it this way, Xue Cuo's transfer from the Five Armies was a gift to Wu Xiao, and Wu Xiao wanted to use the prestige of Commander Xue Cuo to step into the gate of Beijing.

No matter whether Xue Cuo was sincere to Wu Xiao or not, from the moment Xue Cuo led Wu's army, he could never look back.

Several armies and horses went south all the way, stationed outside Beijing overnight, with arrogance, but Beijing, as if they didn't know it, was still dreaming of their own big dream of peace.

Seeing Yan Shirong walking towards the study, Chenggui had no choice but to put on a coat for him.

"Master, don't worry too much."

Yan Shirong didn't answer him, and wrote the letter all night, until the last few fingers trembled, almost unable to grasp the pen.

"Grandpa... the slave will write it for you."

"No, they can read my handwriting."

Cheng Gui stopped talking, and added spoonful after spoonful of oil to the lamp, and Yan Shirong didn't put down his pen until the white belly appeared in the sky.

He confessed: "I want Sun Liu and Sun Bin to take my seal and send this letter to the admiral in Gyeonggi quickly, and send the remaining few letters to the state capitals. They should know what to do after reading the letter."

Cheng Gui didn't dare to delay, so he hurriedly exited the study, and before leaving, he couldn't help but ask: "Have you really thought about it?"

Yan Shirong looked at him steadily.

"Once the letter is sent, all your forbearance and planning over the years will be in vain. The emperor will definitely see you as a thorn in his side, then—"

"Chenggui." Yan Shirong called him softly, his eyes were tired but firm, "My forbearance these years is just to please the emperor, to please him so that I can live a few more days. But I want to see Xue Cuo in peace Kang Jian. In the past, when I was young, I couldn't help Xue's family, but now it's different. It's dawn, you go quickly."

Chenggui knew that Yan Shirong had made up his mind, so he finally closed the door without saying a word.

In the room, Yan Shirong had a sore throat and couldn't help coughing again.

Xue Cuo leading the Wu family army is tantamount to being imprisoned in a disguised form. If the admirals in Jingji help and encircle them in reverse, Xue Cuo has confidence. With his intelligence, it should be easy to take the initiative.

Yan Shirong's eyes lit up, no matter how uncomfortable he was at the moment, he was happy to be able to help Xue Cuo.

The sun in August is still very poisonous, scorching under the scorching sun, even a trace of wind on the ground is wiped out without a trace.

The autumn tiger was making trouble, the heat was unbearable, Yi Cui fanned Yan Shirong and asked, "I don't know when it will rain?"

Cheng Gui shook his head: "It's hard to say, the capital is too boring."

The people and the officials have not been very good these days.

The mountain rain was about to come, and the wind filled the building, but the capital was airtight. In Sihua Lane, the doors and windows of every household were closed, which made the capital even more dreary.

Yan Shirong had coughed up blood these past few days, and suffered from tight pain in his chest, he had been in the mansion for a long time.Hearing Cheng Gui's words, he tapped his fingers on the table: "It's almost here, it's just a few days."

Cheng Gui glanced at him and knew what he was talking about.

——I didn't know that this day came so quickly, but in three days, the sky in Beijing changed.

The wind swept the fallen leaves all over the city, and the sky suddenly became gloomy.A clap of thunder knocked on the gate of the capital, Wu Xiao's iron cavalry approached the city gate, the thunder rolled, and the people panicked, unable to tell whether it was the thunder or the people who were more fierce.

Yan Shirong stroked his chest, took a sip of water, and tried his best to calm the rushing breath in his chest.

The gate of the mansion was knocked, it was someone from the palace.

Ping Wang said with a smile: "The emperor asked the servant to bring a message to the prince. The emperor has arranged a play in Fuyun Tower today. Please go and see the prince."

"It's hard for the emperor to remember." Yan Shirong put on the crown jade upright: "This king is going now."

Cheng Gui walked around anxiously behind Yan Shirong, Yan Shirong patted him on the shoulder lightly, but smiled: "Relax."

Pingwang took another look at Yan Shirong, and couldn't help saying: "Your Highness is really handsome today."

Yan Shirong smiled: "It's not easy to disrespect the emperor when you are watching a play. The emperor must also wear a dragon robe today, full of style."

Today he is wearing a python robe with a black bottom and a ruby ​​beaded crown, which is luxurious and expensive, and what he wears is the grace of a prince.

Born, got the fate of the prince.

Even if you die, you have to show the dignity of the royal family.

The ancients said that life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor depend on heaven.So today it depends on whether Tiancheng fulfills this fate.

When the carriage landed on the Fuyun Tower, the wind from all sides poured into it.

The name of Fuyun Tower comes from the sentence in "Nineteen Ancient Poems" that "there are tall buildings in the northwest, and the top is as high as the floating clouds".It is the tallest building in Wei Dynasty, located on the palace wall in the northwest corner.

Rather than saying that it is a building, it is better to say that it is a high and wide grandstand built on the palace wall. In the past, the Taizu used to condolences and reward the founding heroes here.Passed down from generation to generation, if it wasn't for the Great Hall of the New Monarch, which is admired by all people, this building would always be closed all the year round.

Yan Shirong was taken upstairs by the palace people, and found that Yan Qing had been waiting upstairs for a long time.After asking about the ceremony with Yan Qing, he took his seat.

There are only two seats on this vast high platform, Yan Shirong was surprised, but remained calm.

Yan Qing was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe today, with beads hanging from his crown, covering his gloomy expression. Now he was sipping a sip of Longjing tea upstairs, overlooking the palace city, and had a panoramic view of the well-proportioned palace courtyard.

The Son of Heaven always has a long-term vision. Perhaps, he can see even further, seeing the iron cavalry who will step through the door soon and the blood stained in the shadow of swords and swords.

Yan Qing tilted his head, the pendant beads swung, looked at Yan Shirong and coughed twice, then said: "Xiao Liu, you look bad."

Yan Shirong smiled and took a sip of tea: "It's always been like this."

Yan Qing said: "Turn back and ask Imperial Physician Wang to go over to the house to give you a diagnosis and treatment."

Yan Shirong had no choice but to thank him: "Thank you, Brother Huang."

The two chattered nonchalantly, but the wind was getting stronger and stronger, the wind was whistling above the stands, and dark clouds were billowing.Yan Shirong looked at the sky, and asked Yan Qing: "You invite your younger brother to watch a play, which one are you watching?"

"Please enter the urn."

Yan Shirong cupped his hands: "Then I will wait and see."

Yan Qing smiled meaningfully, his eyes were full of temptation, and the corner of his mouth revealed a sneer, but he took another sip of tea calmly, "Do you know what day it is?"

"Reunion Festival?"

Yan Qing put down the teacup and let out a soft sound, like a sneer: "Reunion, reunion..."

Yan Shirong looked around and found that there were only two seats set up on this vast high platform, he couldn't help feeling a bit puzzled: "If we say it's a theater, there are too few people watching."

Yan Qing let out a hearty laugh, and the pendant beads collided with each other making a crisp sound.He said: "Although you and I are the only people watching on this stage today, after today, as recorded in the history, there will be more than tens of millions of people watching in future generations."

The young emperor raised the corners of his mouth and looked at the palace from a distance, full of ambition.

As if thinking of something, he put his hand on the crown bead and asked Yan Shirong: "Do you know the intention of the emperors wearing these twelve crowns?"

Yan Shirong coughed loudly: "Brother Huang, please give me some advice."

"To conceal the light, to warn me that I am in a high position and cannot be seen. I need to see the general situation and ignore the small flaws." He pushed aside the pendant beads, and looked at Yan Shirong with burning eyes, "What do you think are the small flaws?" , and when will those small flaws cause trouble?"

Yan Shirong lowered his head and said, "Brother Huang please make it clear."

Yan Qing laughed again, shifted his gaze, and stopped looking at him: "Xiao Liu, you are much less interesting now than when you were young."

Yan Shirong coughed lightly and smiled: "Interesting people are easily dismissed, Xiao Liu is willing to be a well-behaved person."

"Is it your custom to linger on the absurdity of the flowers?"

Just as Yan Shirong was about to speak, he heard the report from the guards, "Report to the emperor, Wu Xiao has led troops to surround the palace."

"Excellent!" Yan Qing clapped his hands, but looked at Yan Shirong: "This good show is about to begin."

The author has something to say: ①: The purpose of setting the door is changed from the encyclopedia, the king sees things, and cannot "observe for clarity".

Thanks to the little girl for her happy fat house water!