Quick Transmigration: Ten Thousand Worlds Charter Woman

Chapter 681 Auspicious Empress 33
Behind the layers of curtains was Feng Sihan's pale face, with a stream of blood trickling down the corner of his mouth.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you? Didn't you feel fine the day before yesterday?"

As soon as Feng Siting's eyes turned red, tears fell down, and he didn't care about following the rules and performing the rituals of a monarch and his ministers, so he ran straight over to hold Feng Sihan's hand, interrogated his soul, and glanced at Xiaoluzi's hand The spittoon he was holding was bloody red inside, disgusting and very pleasant to look at.

"The emperor is so sick, why isn't your master here to wait on you?" Feng Siting scolded Xiao Luzi with a cold face, Shi Luquan was Xiao Luzi's master.

"Master is not on duty today, so he went out of the palace to see my aunt." Xiao Luzi was trembling all over.

To be sure of my own judgment, Feng Sihan is indeed dead.

The imperial doctors in the room all looked ashen and were still discussing fiercely whether they should put ice flakes or not, and how much money should be put in the toothbrush, as if they all knew that a catastrophe was imminent for them. In such a situation as the emperor, how many times would the imperial hospital survive? This matter will definitely not pass.

Feng Sihan suddenly retched again, Xiao Luzi hurriedly brought the spittoon over to continue.

"Ouch~vomit~" Feng Sihan vomited blood while pointing at Yu Zhen: "Zhen... I really shouldn't have believed you!"

It was so sleepy that someone gave me a pillow, Feng Siting immediately yelled at He Xiaoman: "Yu Zhen, why did you poison the emperor! You didn't do it!"

His voice was so loud that the ministers in the main hall outside heard it, and even the soldiers guarding the door heard it.

As soon as Feng Siting finished speaking, someone immediately cried loudly: "It's not my mother, it's a slave! They are all slaves and deserve to die. They listened to other people's bewitching and poisoned the emperor. They have nothing to do with my mother!"

After speaking, I only heard a "gudong" and suddenly there was a mess outside.

Soon, someone from the palace came out and identified that the maid who fell into the post was Xiaochan, the second-class maid in Queen Yuzhen's palace.
Feng Siting quickly took control of the entire dormitory, and the imperial physician couldn't come up with a charter for a long time, and they were still pushing and arguing with each other, all afraid of taking responsibility in the end.

"If this king finds out the poison that the maid poisoned, can you find an antidote based on the poison that the emperor poisoned?"

Several imperial doctors looked at me and I looked at you, all of them were at a loss.

Feng Siting quickly ordered a few soldiers from the government that he brought in to escort the eunuch who identified the maid to the queen's bedroom to find if there was any poison left. Here, he ordered the soldiers to guard the entire palace to prevent any news from leaking out.

"After such a thing happened, does the Empress have nothing to say?" Feng Siting stared at He Xiaoman fiercely, as if someone else had instigated her to poison her.

He knew that even if Yu Zhen told the truth to testify against him or the Yu family, no one would believe her anymore. Instead, it would make people feel that it was because the King of Qin knew about her poisoning, that's why he was biting at random.

There will be a lot of "evidence" in the room of the palace lady who died because of bumping into her, poisoning the queen to murder the emperor, and some palace maids will beat her to death on her behalf.

Unexpectedly, although the time was much earlier, things were still progressing so smoothly, which was simply the most perfect version of all the situations they expected.

Feng Sihan, clutching his chest tightly and spitting out his breath, saw Yu Zhen staring at Feng Siting, and Feng Siting also stared at Yu Zhen with aggression in his eyes, without any scruples, as if he, the emperor, was already a dead man.

These are his good brothers, he is obviously still alive, but everyone already wishes for him to die immediately.

What Qi Diaoyun said is right, brothers are like this, let alone their children?
How many people treat adoptive parents with sincerity when the big family goes extinct and adopts an heir?

Cold food during the Qingming Festival, the worshipers are all their biological parents, how many of them will treat their adoptive parents in the same way?

A hundred years later, he still expects his nephew to worship him according to the festival like a filial son?

The people who searched came back soon, and found an exquisitely crafted lotus-pattern distraction, with two natural glass beads on it crystal clear, even a rich and noble woman might not have such an expensive ornament.

Some people in the Queen's Palace pointed out that this was exactly what the Queen Mother once wore. A wooden box was found under Xiaochan's bed. Inside was a 100 taels silver ticket and a letter from home that had no silver 300 taels. I didn't have time to hand it out, which meant that she could redeem herself and leave the palace after doing what her mother ordered, and then go home to honor her parents.

During this period of time, several ministers came in one after another in the main hall. It is estimated that the heads of the six departments of the three provinces arrived almost the same, and the staff had already been in place to the extent that they could draft orders on the spot and issue them directly.

The imperial physicians finally drew up a prescription and prepared to prescribe it to the emperor.

Someone began to play the rhythm in the main hall. Of course, it is the old saying "A country cannot be without a king for a day, and a family cannot be without a master for a day". The emperor must choose a more reliable successor from among his brothers, otherwise the Fengyu Dynasty will last for six generations. It's about to fall into the storm again.

The emperor was spitting blood one mouthful in the inner hall, and the ministers in the main hall were endlessly researching who would be the next big boss. This is the most embarrassing thing in the world.

"The old minister suggested King Zhenbei. Although he is the uncle of the Long Live Emperor, King Zhenbei was brave and good at fighting. He has guarded the northern desert for many years. The people inside are safe and the people are defending against powerful enemies. He will succeed the world. One of the biggest reasons is that the prince has many sons, and now there are two adults, so there is no need to worry about the issue of the country if the prince succeeds."

A minister talked eloquently.

Feng Sihan felt that every word of this minister was connoting himself: Bring the spittoon, I can spit out more.

"Nonsense! It is said that the father dies and the son succeeds, and the brother ends up with the younger brother. Who heard that the throne will be passed on to the uncle? At that time, the uncle will call the nephew the first emperor, and kowtow to the nephew? It is absurd and ridiculous!"

Feng Sihan, who felt compelled again: Your sister, I am still alive and have not yet become the first emperor!

After two rounds of debate, more and more ministers proposed to King Qin.

As soon as King Qin himself was on the scene, and helped the emperor crack the queen's poisoning case, it could be regarded as helping the emperor to avenge himself.

Everyone was arguing endlessly, the officials of the Ministry of Education over there had already ground the ink and were only waiting for an order, but here they could not determine the candidate.

In the end, no one knew who kicked the ball to Yu Weizhen, who had been silent all this time.

Two prostitutes marry two princes, one is the present and the other is the present candidate.

"The old man has never opened his mouth, just because Wansui married a daughter of the Yu family, and King Qin also married a daughter of the Yu family. Once state affairs involve family affairs, being a courtier will inevitably be biased. This is not good for my Fengyu Dynasty, but since you have asked On the old man, I wonder if my colleagues want to ask the opinion of the Lord Long Live?"

(End of this chapter)