Civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, begging me to ascend the throne

Chapter 302 Summoning Six Ministers

When Jiang Sile arrived at Chongguang Hall, he saw the sickly Jiang Yi. Now he couldn't even sit up. Even with a soft cushion behind him, he would still cough up blood constantly. The blood that had solidified on the quilt was dark red like a stubborn stain, but in Jiang Sile's eyes it was bright red and dazzling. An eyesore.

Jiang Sile walked quickly to the bed. At this time, Jiang Yi's face was even whiter, like a cold corpse dug out of the soil. There was no blood on his face, and he looked so pale, so pale that It's heartbreaking and makes people wonder if he will stop breathing in the next second.

Jiang Sile had never felt that death was so close to her. It was about to take away the lives of her relatives, but she... was powerless and could only watch helplessly.

Her eyes suddenly turned red, and she burst into tears.

Jiang Yi stretched out his withered hand and touched his sister's head.

"Why are you crying? Even if you want to cry, wait until I'm gone..."

"What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Jiang Sile suddenly raised his head and glared at Jiang Yi, who was already talking nonsense, like a lioness protecting her calf.

Jiang Yi twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled weakly and softly. He breathed gently on the yellow pear wood bed, and his breath was like a gossamer.

"This is the best way for my happiness... In this way, I won't be afraid of you being bullied by others..."

Jiang Sile bit her lip, her eyes not even daring to fall on Jiang Yi's skinny face.

‘Why… why do these things happen to me? ...Why...why do you even want to take away your brother? ’

Jiang Yi's voice came to her ears again. The voice was tired, as if she had clenched her fists and tried her best to barely open her mouth to make a sound.

She felt her brother's hand stroking her bun, and his eyes were falling on her face softly and intently.

"I still remember that when Anle was 6 years old, she always pestered me to go to the study room with her... so you secretly hid behind my clothes..."

As Jiang Yi spoke, he started coughing non-stop. The pressure in his abdomen seemed to crush him, and his face became even more decayed visible to the naked eye.

At this time, Jiang Sile had realized that Jiang Yi really didn't seem to live long. These words are nostalgic for the past, but they are more like a dying man's nostalgia for the world.

Jiang Sile's tears could no longer be stopped, and big teardrops fell on the cup one after another, leaving dark stains.

"An Le was already the most beautiful girl in the capital when she was thirteen years old... I knew a long time ago that Fu Keke... that brat Fu Sheng wanted Xiao to miss my precious sister... Who knew the world would change like this? You two really have no fate..."

A broad hand held Jiang Sile's hand that was clenching the quilt, and Jiang Yi patted the back of her hand.

"Anle... Anle cough cough, it's my father... I'm sorry for you. But... cough cough"

Jiang Yi seemed to want to say something more, but blood was already coughing up from his mouth.

Jiang Sile's pupils narrowed suddenly, and she shouted to Chong'an behind her: "Call quickly...call the imperial physician quickly..." The imperial physician who was originally guarding the side hall heard Jiang Sile's voice and hurriedly rushed to the back. Inside the palace.

"Anle...ahem"

"Stop talking, stop talking..."

Jiang Sile covered his eyes and wiped away his tears while making room for the imperial physician beside him.

The gray-haired old doctor felt sweat dripping from his forehead as soon as he felt his pulse, and even his words became stuttering: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

Jiang Sile frowned and scolded sternly: "How is His Majesty's condition? Why didn't you treat him earlier? You are all a bunch of quacks! Quacks..."

Jiang Sile's anger, which he had been unable to vent since entering the palace, was now directed at the imperial doctors.

"That's it...it's just peace of mind. My body is coughing. I know it myself..."

Jiang Yi patted her hand, seeming to have peacefully accepted the news that he was about to die.

Jiang Sile wanted to say something more, but was stopped by Jiang Yi's eyes.

Jiang Yi propped up his body with one hand and wanted to get up, but now he couldn't even get up alone.

Seeing his movements, Jiang Sile stood up and supported his upper body, forcing him to sit upright on the bed.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Yi's expression became serious.

He moved his gaze to Chong'an, who had been guarding the door of the palace, and said to him: "Go and invite the six ministers."

Jiang Sile had some guesses in her mind. She looked at the door of the palace, and Chongan left in a hurry.

After Chong'an left, the hall suddenly became silent.

Jiang Yi was leaning on the soft cushion, closing his eyes and concentrating on the bed. Several old doctors were standing next to the curtain, huddled together, each in silence, like exquisite porcelain figures.

Jiang Sile expected that the six ministers would be summoned to pass down the imperial edict and explain the state affairs.

Now her status, no matter from any aspect, seems to be unsuitable to be brought here.

(End of this chapter)