Wulong Inn

The wind blew through the window lattice and made a humming sound, and the candle light flickered, reflecting the gloomy palace flickering.

Lying quietly on the bed, Emperor Dexing only felt that the chill seemed to be coming from his bones, slowly permeating every inch of his skin, making his body that had been warm just now cool down again, and when his mind gradually became blurred , A deep sense of despair slowly came from the bottom of my heart.

"Father..." The young man's cold voice sounded in a low tone, with inexplicable emotions, breaking the original silence in the hall.

That familiar voice was so disgusting at this moment, Emperor Dexing wanted to frown fiercely and reprimand loudly, but he couldn't do anything, he couldn't even utter a soft sound.

Ignoring Emperor Dexing, the young man paused, and began to talk to himself again: "Father must have hated and poisoned my son, but unfortunately, you can't speak, you can't see, even if you want to blame my son, I'm afraid you have a heart Powerless!"

"..."

He was not surprised to hear no response. He chuckled lightly, and his tone was a bit more self-deprecating: "However, since then, when my father wakes up, the first thing that always comes to mind is that nothing will happen." Your great cause of ascension to immortality will not be countless elixir scriptures, but your minister, no matter how the emperor thinks of your minister, this minister will be very pleased!"

"..."

Leaning down to look at the emperor who seemed to be in a deep sleep, the young man's tone of sarcasm was even stronger: "Father must be guessing how this son-in-law assassinated you, but I'm afraid I will disappoint father," As he said that, the young man paused and said: "My son didn't do anything!"

'Dong dong dong' accompanied by a soft sound, the man who was originally quiet and lying on the bed suddenly trembled violently, but even when he was so excited, his slightly sick face was still like an ancient well It was calm and unwavering, and it seemed extremely strange. This situation did not last for too long, and soon, the palace returned to silence.

Looking at the man who seems to have exhausted all his strength and calmed down again, a rare flash of pity flashed in the young man's eyes, but this feeling was only for a moment, and soon, he said calmly: "Father must be Don’t believe it, or don’t want to believe it? It’s okay, I will wait for my son to tell you slowly.”

As he said that, the young man stepped forward again, and said in a deep voice: "Father is usually obsessed with the mystical arts of heaven and earth, and loves pills and elixir. Those alchemists and Taoists were confused, but they used medicines without restraint, and the erysipelas was getting worse day by day, so this disaster happened, so how can I blame my son!"

As he said that, the young man seemed to suddenly think of something, and he said unintentionally: "Father must be very strange, why does the Taoist of Changsheng want to help Erchen at this time, heh, I must have thought of it at this time." Some, these past few years, my father cut off other medicines, and took the elixir refined by the Changchun Taoist without any distraction. Now, if the courtiers know that His Majesty is unconscious, it is caused by the medicine, father What do you think will happen to Taoist Changsheng..."

There seemed to be such a moment of stagnation in the air, and after a while, the prince's voice sounded again: "However, I would like to thank the immortal Taoist for the elixir, so I will save my time!" After saying that, the prince died. He fixed his eyes on the man on the dragon bed, but unfortunately, this time, he didn't get the slightest response.

The prince was not very disappointed, so he paused and said: "Father may be surprised, the son is a dignified prince of a country, and the future heir, the world will sooner or later belong to the son, why would he feel disobedient? This is not too absurd huh?" Taking a deep breath, the prince sighed, "It's a pity, my son is in trouble!"

As if caught in some deep memory, the crown prince said after a long time: "In the past, my minister Yu Taixue studied under Taifu Xu. He once asked what is a monarch, and how can my minister be the king of this country? The Taifu has something to say. , the so-called son of heaven is born in response to the destiny, worshiped by all people, puts the world first, the people of Minli are suffering, knows the strategy of civil and martial arts, and laughs at the way of governing the world, only this can be a king!" In the middle of the moment, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became solemn.

The prince's tone also became more dignified: "But as the king of a country, what did the father do? The sons and daughters only saw the family fighting for the position, the important officials arbitrating power, the treasury was empty, the society was in turmoil, and the officials did not want to work hard. The wind of lewdness is gradually rising, and the soldiers don't want to make meritorious service for the country, but they are brave and ruthless, and bring disaster to the village! Father, you have disappointed my ministers so much!"

The hall fell into a death-like immersion, and after a while, I heard the prince faintly say: "I think, my father has always said that the state affairs are too heavy and too many vulgar things, which delays my practice, but now my father really has no other distractions, and actually agrees with you." If you have nothing to do every day, you can recite the Heart Sutra silently. My son will also order those Taoists in the palace to do it for you. , I don’t know if I can ascend to immortality!”

The cold palm caressed Emperor Dexing's slightly old face, and the young man's words contained no warmth at all: "As for these worldly things, there will be sons and servants who will take care of my father, father, please be at ease!"

After saying that, the prince stood up and left the silent palace with big strides.

'...Nizi! 'Hearing the footsteps going away, Emperor Dexing hissed in his heart. Unfortunately, he couldn't say a word after all. After a while, his weak will was no match for the waves of tiredness. In the panic of waking up, this desperate low curse became his last consciousness...,

The wind picked up gradually, and a cold dampness began to spread in the air, and a heavy rain seemed to be coming unexpectedly.

"Your Highness," as soon as he left the palace gate, he saw Director Zhuo who had been waiting at the side earlier, "Your Highness," Director Zhuo walked up to the Prince's side with a rare dignified expression.

"What?" the prince raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked calmly, there was nothing unusual in his tone, as if the out-of-control self had been left in the dark palace just now.

"The news from Cangzhou should be urgent within eight hundred miles." Manager Zhuo said, and handed over a short note.

After scratching the sealant on the letter, the prince slowly frowned as he looked at the contents in his heart.

"Your Highness, what is this?" Seeing the prince like this, Zhuo Congguan couldn't help but ask anxiously.

Shaking his head, the prince didn't reply, he tore the letter paper into pieces, and the long wind picked up the ball of paper scraps, and also bulged his shirt and wide sleeves, making his tall figure even thinner. Seemingly aimlessly looking at the endless dark scene in the distance, after a while, he said with infinite emotion: "It's really a storm, it's full of wind."

'Boom' A thunderstorm suddenly sounded in the clear sky, and the spring rain that had been brewing for most of the night finally struck...

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