Wen Xiangyanyu

The next evening.

News suddenly came from the other side of the palace. Prince Jing, who had been there early in the morning, urgently sent someone to tell the prince to go to the other palace immediately. Something happened to His Majesty.

Wen Ying and Ling Qiyan were having dinner, after listening to the report, Wen Ying put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and stood up.

Ling Qiyan stopped eating: "I'll go with you."

"No, if there's nothing important, I'll be back tomorrow, you can rest."

Ling Qiyan refused, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "How could it be nothing important? If it's nothing important, Prince Jing would call you over in such a hurry. I'm going. I have to go and see what you have done without telling me. .”

After a moment of silence, Wen Ying said, "Let's go."

Hurry up all the way, and when we arrive at the other palace, it is already after Haishi.

In the sleeping hall, the emperor was in a coma, King Jing's expression was extremely ugly, all the imperial physicians were silent, and the palace servants knelt on the ground.

The emperor's concubines were also there, and most of them were sobbing softly. Wei Yun stood by the imperial couch with a calm face, changing the veil on the forehead and wiping the sweat of the emperor who was still asleep from time to time.

Yu Zhaoyuan had been taken under custody, she lowered her head and gritted her teeth without saying a word.

Wen Ying and Ling Qiyan walked in, glanced at the situation in the hall, Wen Ying asked Prince Jing in a deep voice, "Uncle Emperor, what happened?"

Prince Jing was very angry: "You have come here to see your father a few times, but you didn't realize that your father was poisoned?"

Wen Ying frowned lightly when he heard the words, and asked the imperial physicians, "What's going on?"

All the imperial physicians had already been frightened, and they spoke up and down before explaining the matter clearly.

The emperor fell ill repeatedly these days, and the sicker became more and more serious, and he fell into a coma, which was indeed caused by poisoning.

It's not like they didn't suspect this before, but they dared to say it before it was confirmed. The emperor's symptoms are not like ordinary poisonous symptoms. Just looking at the complexion, lip color and pulse, they can't see the slightest clue. Until today, King Jing took a very A powerful folk doctor came, and after seeing it, he said that the emperor had been poisoned by a very rare poison that had been passed down from the southwestern feudal states.

This poison is colorless, tasteless, ignorant and insensitive. It will only gradually weaken the body until it falls into a coma and cannot wake up again.

And the more physically fit people are, the more susceptible they are to the poison, and those who indulge in lust will be more deeply affected by it.

After carefully inspecting every place in the temple, the doctor at the back locked his target on an incense burner in the corner.

The incense in the incense burner is the most common peppermint incense, which is used for refreshing. The imperial doctor has checked it many times before, but he didn't see any clues.

Until the doctor took out the remaining spices and threw them into the lye, but saw that the lye suddenly changed color, extremely bright red, like blood.

The poison from the southwestern feudal states can only show its original shape in alkaline water.

As for Yu Zhaoyuan, it was from that small southwestern country that she was consecrated to the palace.

King Jing immediately ordered someone to take it down.

But no matter how he interrogated, he still couldn't pry Yu Zhaoyuan's mouth open.

After listening to the report, Wen Ying frowned even tighter, Ling Qiyan opened his mouth first, and asked Yu Zhaoyuan: "Did you inject the poison?"

Yu Zhaoyuan raised her head slowly, looked at him calmly, and finally said, "Yes."

"The reason?"

"Uncle wants to know?"

Ling Qiyan looked back calmly: "Can't you say?"

Yu Zhaoyuan said indifferently: "There is nothing I can't say. I have been in the palace for several years, and I finally conceived a child, but after I became pregnant, Your Majesty stopped coming to me. Empress Shen has always hated me very much. She took advantage of me when I gave birth. It killed my child, and my child died when he was born, and I also went to the gate of ghosts to walk around, and I was lucky enough to come back with my life."

"Since that's the case, why don't you attack the queen, but want to harm your majesty?"

Yu Zhaoyuan opened the corner of her mouth and smiled coldly: "If it wasn't for your Majesty's unfeeling and ruthless, and dislike that I'm pregnant and unattractive, and don't come to see me anymore, and let those palace people follow the wind, how could the empress win so easily? I hate the empress, and even more I hate Your Majesty, my child is gone, so what's wrong with letting Your Majesty, the father, go down to accompany him?"

Ling Qiyan was a little stunned, he never thought that the delicate and soft lady in the past would be so crazy today.

Yu Zhaoyuan was indeed pregnant with a child. When the little prince was born, just when Ling Qiyan's identity was revealed, the queen mother fell seriously ill, and she didn't even care about such matters in the harem. At that time, Shen was hating Yun's and Ling Qiyan's teeth were itchy with hatred, unable to take revenge on them, they vented their hatred on Yu Zhaoyuan who was sent to the palace by Ling Qiyan and who also looked like Yun's, killing her newborn child, It also caused her to escape from death and get the root cause of the disease, but Yu Zhaoyuan didn't have any evidence, so the matter finally disappeared.

His child died within a few days of coming into this world, without even a name or a serial number.

Since then, she has been insane.

Ling Qiyan didn't know what to say: "...If you do this, you won't be afraid that your own country will be implicated if things are revealed?"

Yu Zhaoyuan smiled meaninglessly: "I'm just an orphan, and I was sent to Dacheng as a plaything by the monarch. They don't care about me at all, so why should I care about them?"

After she finished speaking, she closed her eyes forcefully, stood up suddenly, and before everyone could react, she ran towards the pillar in front, bumped her forehead hard, and blood gushed out like a gush.

Some timid concubines screamed out, and Yu Zhaoyuan fell limp to the ground with blood all over her face.

Ling Qiyan was astonished, and Wen Ying immediately signaled the guards behind him to check.

After checking Yu Zhaoyuan's heartbeat and breathing, the guard lowered his head and reported in a low voice: "Ms. Zhaoyuan, she is dead."

Prince Jing's expression froze fiercely. Before the matter was fully investigated, the culprit just hit the post and died?

At the end of the child's time.

Ling Qiyan leaned on the couch and was drowsy. When he was about to fall asleep a few times, he woke up again, with drooping eyelids, half dreaming and half awake.

When Wen Ying came back, he looked like this.

It wasn't until being picked up from the couch and wrapped in a familiar atmosphere that Ling Qiyan seemed to be a little clearer, and asked vaguely: "How is the emperor?"

"The doctor brought by King Jing gave him injections and medicine, and he should be able to wake up in a few days."

Ling Qiyan let out a "huh" and was put on the bed. Wen Ying went to wash and wash hastily and came back, lay down on the quilt as well, and took him into his arms.

He was obviously sleepy, but after finally waiting for Wen Ying to come back, Ling Qiyan wanted to hear more of his voice, so he closed his eyes and whispered to him: "Why are so many people using that incense? Only the emperor is the most ill. ?”

Wen Ying explained in a deep voice: "I have been pointing in his bedroom. Your majesty's body and bones used to be the strongest, and it is easier to be poisoned by that kind of poison. The poison is more effective on men than on women. After coming to this other palace, he It is caused by singing and singing almost every night, excessive indulgence, and wind and cold."

Hearing these words, Ling Qiyan vaguely felt that something was wrong, but she was too sleepy, so she said a few more words, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Wen Ying hugged him tightly, and slowly closed his eyes, which were darker than the night.

They stayed in the other palace for a while, together with King Jing, the emperor's poisoning was not announced to the outside world, and the private doctors brought by King Jing and a group of imperial physicians administered acupuncture to the emperor every day, and the emperor sometimes slept and woke up. The time is not clear, the eyes can only move the eyeballs when they are open, and they can't even speak.

According to the folk doctor, this medicine is like this, it is very difficult to cure it, and the emperor has been deeply poisoned.

Ling Qiyan asked someone to collect Yu Zhaoyuan's body and find a place to bury it. In any case, he was the one who sent her into the palace back then, so it was right to see her on her final journey.

Prince Jing was worried every day, as if he still had doubts about Wen Ying, but he didn't say anything about him.

In the emperor's bedroom, Wen Ying was kneeling in front of the imperial couch, feeding medicine to the emperor who just woke up but could not speak.

King Jing had been guarding the emperor for two days. He was tired and went back to rest.

Ling Qiyan was sitting on the porch outside the hall, twirling the freshly picked flowers in his hand, he couldn't bear the dull atmosphere where everyone was trembling and walking on thin ice.

When Yun came over, seeing Ling Qiyan, she stopped, and the palace people behind her retreated three feet away.

She came to take Wen Ying's hand. These days they took turns serving the emperor, but Ling Qiyan hardly spoke to her. Now she couldn't help but look at her twice, and saw that she seemed to have lost a lot of weight. His face was almost transparent, and the strange feeling in his heart came back.

"... Concubine Shu has also been poisoned?"

The Yun family was with the emperor every day, and the emperor was already so ill, how could she be better?

Yun's lips curled up: "Uncle, are you caring about me?"

Ling Qiyan said: "Your Majesty is worrying too much, I just said it casually."

Yun didn't take it seriously: "I'm fine, I'm much better after drinking the medicine prescribed by the genius doctor Zhang that King Jing brought, I think the poison didn't affect me much."

After a pause, Ling Qiyan asked her suddenly: "Yu Zhaoyuan has no child, and has been completely disliked by His Majesty. I heard that you recognized her as a sister and helped her speak well in front of His Majesty, so that she regained his favor?"

Yun said indifferently: "It's all poor people. She is obedient and obedient, and she looks a bit like me. It can be considered that we are destined to help each other, so I will help if I can."

"That day she crashed into a pillar and died, what does Concubine Shu think? Didn't Concubine Shu notice anything wrong with her before?"

"No, I didn't expect her to do such a thing."

Yun Shi finished speaking calmly, nodded, and went inside.

Ling Qiyan watched her walk into the bedroom step by step with her shoulders straightened, her eyes narrowed.

Not long after, Wen Ying came out, and they were finally able to go back for dinner.

Walking to the residence, Ling Qiyan asked Wen Ying in a low voice: "How long are we going to stay here? You have been here and will not go back, I'm afraid there will be more rumors outside."

"Soon," he looked at Ling Qiyan, "Bored?"

"It's very depressing here, everyone is frowning, can you not be bored?"

Wen Ying held his hand: "Don't think so much, I'm here."

After dinner, Wen Ying leaned on the couch to read.

Ling Qiyan played chess alone for a while, feeling bored, wanted to ask Wen Ying to accompany him, but when he raised his eyes, he saw that the book in Wen Ying's hand had slipped, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

It seems that he seldom has this kind of time, most of the time he stays awake and vigilant, and it is rare for him to suddenly fall asleep while reading a book like this.

He didn't close his eyes all day and all night, and served the emperor with his clothes untidy, probably he was really tired.

Ling Qiyan propped his chin, stared at Wen Yingruyu's face for a while, thinking to himself that Shen had never done a good thing in his life, but it was a great merit to have Wen Ying born.

When Wen Ying opened his eyes, Ling Qiyan had already sat beside him and was playing with his eyelashes.

Those dark eyes opened suddenly, and Ling Qiyan, who was caught, smiled awkwardly, and hurried over to kiss him: "Poor scholar, are you tired? Why don't you go sleep in it, and I'll help you if you need something. "

Wen Ying raised his hand to pinch his chin, and kissed him back: "What time is it?"

"It's just after You Hour."

Seeing Wen Ying lazily not moving, Ling Qiyan felt an itch in his heart, lay down on him, and continued to kiss him.

With his lips touching, he mumbled out, "Go to sleep."

"What about you?"

"I'm late, I just had a full meal, and I can't sleep."

Wen Ying touched his face with his fingers, and without going inside, he just leaned on the couch and closed his eyes again.

Ling Qiyan yelled at him twice, seeing that he couldn't yell, he had to forget it, and whispered to someone to bring a blanket to cover him.

He pinched his tall nose again, touched his small face, and after getting enough of his hand addiction, he became honest, leaning on Wen Ying, and continued to play chess.

At the end of the Xu Dynasty, Jiang Lin entered the door with a bow, as if he had something to report.

Before he could speak, Ling Qiyan stood up and went outside.

"Uncle, Prince Jing is here." Jiang Lin reminded him in a low voice.

King Jing had already entered the court and said that he had something to discuss with Wen Ying.

Ling Qiyan told him: "Your Highness hasn't slept all day and all night, just lay down and closed his eyes just now, is there something urgent for the prince?"

Prince Jing frowned and said, "I just came over from His Majesty's side, Concubine Shu is there, I don't want to stay longer, I want to ask Qi Xiao to ask His Majesty what happened in the afternoon, why did it look worse than yesterday?"

Ling Qiyan knew that Prince Jing did not dispel his doubts about Wen Ying because of Yu Zhaoyuan's death. It was clear that a group of imperial physicians had been guarding the emperor's bedroom. He wanted to know what the emperor was like before, so he didn't ask those imperial physicians. , or have already asked, and came here to ask Wen Ying again, just to test Wen Ying.

"Your Highness didn't tell me, my lord, why don't I tell you after His Highness wakes up?" Ling Qiyan helped him back.

Prince Jing's brows were furrowed tightly, and he was about to say something more, when a servant rushed in to report: "My lord, uncle, there is someone outside, he is a eunuch next to Concubine Shu, and he said he has something important to report to His Highness. Said it was related to His Majesty."

Prince Jing immediately said: "Send someone in!"

The eunuch entered the door, saw King Jing and Ling praying for a banquet, knelt down on the ground tremblingly, and muttered: "Slave, this servant is served by the concubine Shu's side, and her name is Wang De. This servant came to ask to see His Highness, yes, yes, I have something to do. report."

"Say it directly!" Prince Jing ordered in a deep voice.

Eunuch Wang De prostrated himself: "My servant, I have seen before that Concubine Shu also moved the censer in His Majesty's bedroom, and, and there were many times before, Concubine Shu and Mistress Zhaoyuan secretly discussed matters, and they all put the servant Waiting for people to retreat and not let the servants listen, the servants have been thinking about it for the past few days, and they always feel that something is wrong, the matter is important, and they dare not hide it, so I, I came to His Highness the Crown Prince to report."

Prince Jing's complexion became very ugly in an instant: "Are you sure?!"

Wang De lowered his head even lower: "How dare I speak nonsense about such things, if I didn't see it with my own eyes, I would never dare to bring it to His Highness and the prince..."

Prince Jing's face darkened, he said "You follow me to see His Majesty", and walked towards the emperor's bedroom.

Wang De got up and raised his eyes, but met Ling Qiyan who was staring at him with meaningful eyes, which made him lower his head again.

"What are you doing here in a daze? Didn't you hear Prince Jing tell you to go with him to see His Majesty?"

Reminded by Ling Qiyan, the eunuch hurriedly took orders and hurriedly chased him out.

Ling Qiyan heard footsteps, turned around and saw Wen Ying had come out of the house.

"You just woke up?"

"I heard what the eunuch said just now, let's go, let's go to His Majesty's bedroom."

Wen Ying's expression was clear, and he no longer looked sluggish, and walked into the night first.

Ling Qiyan thought for a while, but he didn't say the words that came to his lips.

The eunuch named Wang De seemed to have heard the name from Wen Ying's cronies.