emperor of a dynasty

"Did the imperial doctor say—Gu, was poisoned?" The night fell, the Qingquan Hall was completely silent, and all the palace people in the bedroom were shielded, only the imperial physician who came to treat Murong Xun was left to serve him closely. Tangtang and Murong Xun who were sitting and lying on the bed.

In autumn, the nights start to get colder.

Murong Xun was sitting on the bed, obviously it was just autumn, it was not considered cold, but she had already started to wear fleece.Because of her poor health, her face was morbidly pale, and her lips were bloodless.

It is such a person who has been sick all year round, but after listening to the words of the imperial physician who was shaking like a sieve, he just asked such a calm question, as if he was asking how the weather is today.

"Back to the king... It is the incompetence of the ministers, who did not diagnose the poison for the king that day..." The imperial physician, who was over sixty years old, knelt on the ground and confessed. The assassin who killed the gods used such a despicable method. The method is to extract the poison on the blade, and the poison is colorless, odorless and hard-to-find soul-severing juice.

No wonder the people in the hospital were careless, because after Murong Yan was assassinated that day, even though the people in the hospital were in chaos, there were some imperial doctors who remembered to test for poison while cleaning Murong Yan's wound, but who would have thought The assassin's poison turned out to be soul-breaking juice!

This is a poison that has been lost in medical books for decades. It is colorless, odorless, and looks like clear water. The most difficult thing is that this poison cannot be detected by ordinary methods.

When this poison was born decades ago, it was famous all over the world. It is a well-known top poison that kills people invisible. It only takes half a cup to turn people into bones on the spot. Being ruthless and detrimental to yin virtue, he destroyed the poison on his own. Who would have thought that the poison would return to the world after many years!

Not to mention that the assassin was extremely careful, he used very little amount on Murong Yan, as if he only used venom to smear the body of the sword... just such a method, not to mention that after Murong Yan was assassinated that day, there was blood and knife wounds on his body Yes, right now, if he hadn't heard his master tell him about this kind of poison in the early years, and seeing Murong Xun's pale complexion, Yintang flushed, and coughing up blood for no reason...it was completely in line with the symptoms of being infected with the poison. If the sword took the slant to take blood for Murong Xun to test for poison, he would not suspect that the poison was on him.

He originally took the test just to be on the safe side, but he didn't know that the result of the test was that Murong Xun had already been poisoned. He was so scared that he bit his tongue on the spot and killed himself in front of the bedroom!

What kind of grudge does this goddamn assassin have against their king?Not only did he stab someone once, but he still wanted to feed poison on the tip of the knife!

"Can it still be cured?" Murong Yan didn't seem to be surprised by this result, yes, her wound has not healed for almost two months, no matter how serious she is, she knows that something must be wrong with her body Unexpectedly, so she only asked the most critical question after listening to the imperial doctor tell me what kind of poison she had.

She is still the calm king, as if the poisoned person is not her own.

"Your Majesty..." After the old doctor knelt on the ground and was asked by her, she trembled and dared not speak.

Soul breaking juice...the soul is broken, even if the Da Luo god is alive, it is impossible to save the poisoned person who has been immersed in the flesh.

...Where is there help?It's nothing more than the difference between early and late.

The imperial physician's silence seemed ironic in Murong's eyes, she looked at the imperial physician who was kneeling on the ground, the other had already told her the answer to her question in a wordless way.

...It's really sad.She lowered her eyes and thought, even though she already knew that she would not be able to enjoy the life of an ordinary person, but after so many years, she had already passed the end of life that the old gentleman said back then, and she thought that she might be an exception Woolen cloth.

So it's not, it turns out that life and death are fate after all... Jin'er, I'm not afraid of death, but if I die, how will you deal with yourself?

Yan Wuwei...

Thinking of Yan Wuwei's current situation, Murong suddenly felt that she couldn't feel at ease, she slowly raised her eyes, looked at the imperial physician kneeling under the couch, smiled arrogantly with the corners of her mouth curled up, and said lightly:

"Speak, I forgive you for your innocence."

"Chen... I will go down and prescribe gentle medicine to the king..." the imperial physician only dared to say so.

Gentle pharmacy... Murong Yan laughed a little self-deprecatingly, even so, the expression on her pale face was very calm, probably because the psychological construction of her death for many years finally came in handy, so Only at this time will she calmly ask the imperial physician when she died:

"Tell Gu, how long is Gu?"

"..." The imperial physician did not expect Murong Yan to ask such a straightforward question, after a long silence, he could only mumble, "Maybe two or three months, maybe half a year or so..."

"Half a year..." After hearing what the imperial physician said, Murong Yan leaned on the head of the bed and said with a sigh, "According to the calculation, Gu has lived two or three years longer." I stole it from my son, so I should pay it back.

Fortunately, she still has a few months to live, and she still has time to find a way out for Yan Wuwei.

Tangtang at the side couldn't help but shed tears after hearing this, how could the king talk about his own life and death so calmly?How could he accept his own death so calmly?

Obviously... their king is still so young, there are still so many things to do, and the relationship with Yan Xiang is so good, how could it be...?

Didn't the king say that after he retired, he would take Prime Minister Yan and leave the capital together with those who came back from Qianzhou?

Didn't the king say that Qianzhou is their home?

...Why all of a sudden, the king can no longer go back?

It shouldn't be.

...

After a long time, Murong Xun's voice sounded again in the sleeping hall:

"You step back, this matter, I hope you can keep it a secret." Finally, Murong Xun said to the old doctor calmly.

The imperial physician naturally understood how turbulent the court would be if this matter got out, he thought that he would not be able to survive tonight if he knew the secret, but he didn't think that Murong Yan didn't intend to kill him.

He knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Murong Xun to express his gratitude: "Thank you for your kindness, the old minister understands..."

"Go down."

After the imperial doctor left, the bedroom fell silent, the only thing that could be heard was Tangtang's breathing.

"Why are you crying?" Murong Yan looked at Tangtang who was guarding in front of him, and smiled softly.

She looked as if she had accepted the news that her life was coming to an end, and she didn't want to struggle any more.

She shouldn't be like this, she should be the most vigorous woman in the world, in charge of state affairs, she shouldn't be lying on the bed like this to the end of her life.

"Your Majesty..." Tangtang knelt down and said to Murong Yu with tears in her eyes, "Don't worry, there are still many doctors in Qin State, they will cure you... Qin State does not have it, other countries will have it, if it is Xiangguo I know, she will search all over the world and find a healer who can cure you." Tangtang remembered the existence of Yan Wuwei while crying all the time.

Yes, there is still Yan Wuwei.

She is the king's wife, she must have a way!

Tangtang's red eyes lit up all of a sudden, as if she had found a backbone:

"That's right, there is Xiangguo, Xiangguo has something... Don't be afraid, my lord, I will send someone to find Xiangguo..." She was about to get up and go outside the hall, but she hadn't stood up yet. Before he had time to finish his words, Murong Xun who was on the bed coughed and his complexion turned pale again.

Tangtang was so frightened that she hurried forward to support Murong Xun's back, but the latter called out to her after recovering:

"Tangtang, you can't go to her." Yan Wuwei said, a faint smile appeared on Murong's pale face:

"This matter, I want you to cough for me...keep it a secret for me. You know, she will cough and cough for me...for me..." Her eyes lit up, It seemed that one could imagine the embarrassing emotion in Yan Wuwei's eyes when he stood in front of her.

Her sincerity is always like this, as long as she is here, she is her whole world, and she can only pretend to be alone in her eyes.

She loves her so much.

But it was precisely because of this that she couldn't tell the other party about it.Long, long ago, when she first knew that her body was not good enough to enjoy an ordinary life, she made up her mind: when that day comes, she must not let Yan Wuwei see her pain.

She understood Yan Wuwei too well, and understood Yan Wuwei's affection for her too well, she didn't dare to think, to think about the painful expression Yan Wuwei would show when he knew the news that he was poisoned.

She never denied that she was a delicate daughter. In the past, even if she licked and touched her, she would scream and let Yan Wuwei coax herself.

She has been self-willed so many times, this time, she must not worry Yan Wuwei anymore.

Her Jin'er still has a long life waiting for her to spend. If Jin'er finds out that this is a poison that cannot be cured, then her Jin'er will feel guilty all his life for watching her die.

In that case, Jin'er will be sullen... This is not what she wants, she wants Jin'er to remember her, but if the consequence of remembering her is to make Yan Wuwei suffer and feel guilty all his life... She would rather she forget her.

Sometimes forgetting is better than remembering someone.

...

Tangtang was a little dazed, she couldn't understand what Murong Xun meant, let alone why Murong Xun didn't let herself go to Yan Wuwei, but soon she heard Murong Xun continue to say to her:

"During those days when I was in a coma, I dreamed a lot about what happened when we were in Qianzhou," Murong Yan moved his eyes out of the window, looking at the dark night, the night wind came, and the hair on her forehead was blown. With her hair down, she said quietly:

"At that time we lived so happily, and when I woke up, I saw Jin'er's haggard look, and knew that she was struggling in the court situation because of me, and was an enemy of all officials... Slowly, I I started to think, was it wrong for me to insist on returning to the capital?"

Tangtang has never heard Murong Yan talk about why she came back to the capital all those years ago. They only knew that one day Murong suddenly told everyone that she was going back to the capital and that she was going to inherit the capital. The throne, and all they can do is obey, except Yan Wuwei.

If Tangtang remembers correctly, at that time Murong Yan and Yan Wuwei, who decided to go back to the capital, had a big fight in Qianzhou. Yan Wuwei did not agree with her going back. The two people who have always had a good relationship fought coldly over this matter. for several days.

In the end, I don’t know why Yan Wuwei was still subdued, and Murong Xun also got married according to Yan Wuwei’s worship in Qianzhou. Murong Xun told them that from now on, Yan Wuwei will be my only wife, Murong Xun, regardless of my status. Wherever I live, wherever I live, I will always be her wife.

"This oath, I will never change it for three lifetimes!" On the second day after marrying Yan Wuwei, Murong Yan pulled him and said so in front of everyone.

Then the hundred and ten people from the old mansion in Qianzhou followed Murong Yan over the mountains, over the hills, across the desert, and finally returned to the capital of the king after many years of absence.

They saw that Her Royal Highness the Princess became the king and governed the Qin country very well, with a high-spirited appearance in every gesture, so they thought that returning to the king's capital is the way Murong Xun should go. .

Only after looking at Murong Yan who has become a king, did they understand that some people are born to be kings.

But now Murong Yan told her that she didn't know whether it was right or wrong for her to return to the capital.

"If I don't come back, she won't step into the court for me, and she won't come to the point where she is now feared by the courtiers." The evening wind blew her hair, and Murong Xun's eyes lightened. Drifting, probably reminded me of something a long time ago.

In the past, she only felt that people lived a good life and now, no matter whether she is a king or not, she will always be with Yan Wuwei.

But when she came back from the gate of hell, she no longer thought about it that way.

She began to think about the past, how she looked carefree when she was riding a horse in Qianzhou when she was young. At that time, she and Yan Wuwei were so good and happy in Qianzhou, they could do whatever they wanted, and they would not worry about what would happen to them. She was told about their relationship...they should have lived like that forever, but her ambition couldn't stop.

So she left Qianzhou and returned to the capital.

She thought that she would be happy after becoming a king and fulfilling her childhood dream, but in fact, all she thought of these years was the scene when she and Yan Wuwei were in Qianzhou.

They were both young that year, she said she wanted to go back to the capital, Yan Wuwei just said hello after a long silence, she is always like this, no matter what she wants to do, she will be with her, she will always Put yourself first, but what about yourself?

She still remembered what Yan Wuwei's senior brother said when he asked her why she went back. He said, do you know that if you insist on going back, you will be trapped there with Wuwei forever.

How did she answer it?

That's right, she once said to her senior brother confidently, I will be the king after I go back, and I will let Jin'er be my prime minister. From now on, our names will be left forever in the history of Qin, and I will Protect her for the rest of her life.

After hearing this, the senior brother shook his head and sighed: You are not doing nothing, maybe what she wants is not to be famous in history.

The senior brother said that maybe what Yan Wuwei wanted was not to be famous in history... Murong Yan's eyes darkened. After more than ten years, she finally understood what the senior brother said back then, but it seemed that it was too late at this point.

She probably regretted it, obviously she promised Yan Wuwei a long time ago in her life, but later she relied on Yan Wuwei's love for her and trapped both of them in the capital city for her own selfish desire... In the end it was just a mistake.

But okay.

There is still half a year... She still has time to plan for her wife.

"How many more pieces of the heart-protecting pill she gave you?" After a long time, Murong Yan came out of his past memory, and then asked Tangtang.

"...two pills."

"Enough." Murong Yan withdrew his gaze from the window, looked at Tangtang kneeling in front of him, and said to her, "Give it to me, if she asks, do you know what to say to her? "

As soon as Tangtang heard this, she understood that Murong Xun didn't intend to tell Yan Wuwei about her physical condition. Although she didn't understand Murong Xun's concerns, she could imagine that if Yan Wuwei knew about it in the future...she couldn't help it Retorted: "Your Majesty! But in this case you will..."

Murong Xun raised his hand to stop what Tangtang was going to say next, and calmly said: "I am running out of time, the only thing I can do is to prevent her from getting stuck in the mud for me again."

Tangtang looked at her king, who she had served by her side for nearly 30 years.

She naturally understands the friendship between Murong Yan and Yan Wuwei for so many years, and she can understand Murong Yan not wanting Yan Wuwei to take risks for her again, but if she doesn't tell Yan Wuwei, Yan Wuwei will know in the future... Tangtang is completely I dare not think about it anymore.

"Think twice, Your Majesty! If she finds out about Xiangguo..."—she will go crazy.Tangtang has no doubts about this.

"Then don't let her know." Murong Yan's decision will not be changed, just like when she insisted on going back to the capital, no one and nothing is enough to persuade her.

...

Early in the morning of the second day, after learning the news that Murong Yan was coughing up blood in the bedroom yesterday, Yan Wuwei quietly entered the palace. Zhezi, her complexion looks fine, not as pale and sickly as before, it's about time to drink the medicine, the palace man next to her is kneeling on the ground holding a bowl to ask her to drink the medicine, but Murong Xun's gaze But he just looked at the book in his hand and ignored him at all.

Yan Wuwei knew that she was throwing a tantrum just by looking at it, and it was probably because the old doctor had added Coptis chinensis to the prescription.

Being able to lose his temper means that he is energetic. Yan Wuwei stood at the door silently watching Murong Xun for a long while, and finally smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, then walked towards him and asked, "Why?" No medicine?"

Hearing Yan Wuwei's voice, Murong Yan didn't have the slightest sense of being caught. He seemed to have known that the other party was coming, so he hummed: "It's not you drinking, of course you're just standing here and making sarcastic remarks."

Listen, even the sarcastic remarks came out, and it seemed that he was quite angry.

It seemed that she was still angry about the fact that she wrote the edict of self-deprecation that day, Yan Wuwei smiled, stretched out his hand and patted her, Murong sat down impatiently, and was moved by Yan Wuwei. The seat was out, so Yan Wuwei sat down, then reached out to take the bowl in the hands of the palace servants, and said to them in a gentle voice: "You guys go down first."

"Hi."

The palace people all retreated, Yan Wuwei picked up the medicine bowl with a spoon, blew, and said softly to Murong Xun: "Come and drink the medicine."

Murong Xun turned his head and said unhappily, "It's too bitter."

"Good medicine tastes bitter."

Murong Xun remained unmoved: "Don't drink."

Looking at Murong Yan, who was not much better than a three-year-old child, Yan Wuwei couldn't help but feel a little headache, Murong Yan was good in everything, but he didn't like to drink medicine, and letting her take medicine would be like killing her.

Yan Wuwei coaxed her softly: "Didn't you say last time that you would be good in the future?"

As soon as Murong Xun heard this, he threw the notebook in his hand into the other party's arms, and said with displeasure written all over his face: "Look at it, look at it, what does it mean to be good from now on? What? This is not what I would say, you are a heartless and ungrateful scholar, you are full of lies."

Why did she become a scholar again?

Yan Wuwei picked up the booklet that fell on him with his eyelids open and glanced at it twice. It was clearly written on the brief introduction that the booklet said that a scholar who was going to Beijing to catch an exam met a farm lady on the way. Afterwards, the scholar went to Beijing again, but after being named on the gold list, the scholar broke his promise and married a lady from the official family... It's a somewhat old-fashioned love story.

"Are you free today?" Yan Wuwei said to Murong Xun after finishing reading the brief, throwing the book aside.

"is a bit."

"Drink medicine."

Murong Xun: "..."

Yes, there is no escape.

So Murong Xun obediently drank the medicine.

The author has something to say: The author is afraid to speak.

Shivering.