The sturdy favorite concubine: the remnant king is coming to the bowl

Chapter 228

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Yufeng was about to stretch out his hand to help him up, but the old emperor cast his weak eyes on Feng Qianya, and said in a pale tone: "Ya... Ya'er... Come... Come and help...Zhen."

Hearing these words, Xuanyuan Yufeng clenched his hands under his sleeves tightly, a glint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he stood aside.

Feng Qianya frowned and glanced at the dying old emperor. Seeing his illness, she rarely obediently stepped forward, sat beside him, stretched out her hand to help him up, and put the quilt on his back , and lean on it.

The old emperor looked at Xuanyuan Mochen with a complicated expression, and then at everyone in the hall.

At this time, Concubine Yang Gui was still crying, and she shouted in a sad tone: "Wuuu... Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

Hearing Concubine Yang's cries with a drawn-out ending, Feng Qianya stared at her sharply with almond eyes, "Old hen, what the patient needs is silence, don't cry here."

"You..." Upon hearing this, Concubine Yang Gui's eyes flashed cruelty, she tightened the brocade handkerchief in her hand, thinking to herself, when the old emperor dies, let's see who can protect you.

The old emperor glanced at Concubine Yang, his frail eyes concealed a touch of grief and remorse, and said in a pale tone, "Everyone...all back...down, Chen...Chen'er...and...Ya... ... Ya'er stays."

"Your Majesty, please leave!" Several imperial physicians bowed respectfully and left.

"My son, leave!" Xuanyuan Liluo cast a worried glance at his father, and then also retreated.

Xuanyuan Yihong, Xuanyuan Yufeng, and Concubine Yang glanced at each other, secretly making some kind of wink, the corners of the lips of the three of them were raised suspensefully, a ruthless look flashed in their eyes, and they finished walking together Return the gift before leaving.

Seeing that everyone else had retreated, the old emperor looked at Xuanyuan Mochen. There was love, distress, and deep guilt in those frail eyes that hadn't been shown for a long time.

"Chen...Chen'er...Chen'er..." The old emperor looked at Xuanyuan Mochen and called, and stretched out his hand to him.

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Mochen was silent for a while, and then turned the armrests of the wheelchair to come in front of him. After hesitating for a while, he stretched out his hand to hold his father's hand.

The old emperor held Xuanyuan Mochen's hand tightly with his last strength, his frail eyes became moist, he looked at him with guilt, and said weakly: "Chen...Chen'er...Father... Father...I'm sorry for you...I'm sorry for you...Mother...Father...Father...know...Father's...time limit has come...Chen...Chen'er listen...Father...One word, ...If...if something happens...Chen'er...takes Ya'er...to leave, the farther...the better..."

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Mochen's heart tightened, his phoenix eyes showed heartache, he held his father's hand instead, and asked in a worried tone: "Why is father so seriously ill all of a sudden?"

Xuanyuan Yihe's eyes were full of grief and disappointment, but it was only for a moment before he covered it up. He looked at Xuanyuan Mochen powerlessly and said, "Chen... Chen'er, remember... the words of Father... If ...Something...happens, take...take Ya'er...to leave, Chen...Chen'er...retreat...first, I...I have something...to talk to Ya'er..."

"My son, leave!" Xuanyuan Mochen's phoenix eyes were filled with complex emotions, and he took a deep look at his father before responding, turning the arms of the wheelchair to circle out of the dormitory.

Seeing Xuanyuan Mochen leave, Feng Qianya frowned and looked at Xuanyuan Yihe. For the first time, the seductive smile did not appear on her beautiful face, and her tone dropped by a decibel, "What do you have to say to me?"

Xuanyuan Yihe looked deeply at Feng Qianya, with complicated emotions in both languages, he stared at her for a while, and then said weakly: "Ya...Ya'er...but...remember...the last time I... The box that let you enter the palace... gave you..."

When Xuanyuan Yihe heard the box, Feng Qianya, who had almost forgotten it, remembered it, raised her eyebrows and looked at him, and raised her lips and said, "I remember."

"Okay...Ya'er...remember to put it away...the box...there are...very important...things in it, if...if in the future...Ya'er is dissatisfied with...Chaozhong..., then...you can Take it out, but Ya'er...don't...don't take it out...if you have to...don't take it out..., Ya'er...also...don't forget...what I...have...said...to you... , cough...cough..."

Xuanyuan Yihe spoke weakly and coughed violently.

Seeing this, Feng Qianya frowned even tighter, supported him, stretched out her hands to comfort his back, looked at him and said, "If you're sick, don't say a few words."

There was a smile on Xuanyuan Yihe's pale face, and he looked at Feng Qianya lovingly in his frail eyes, "Ya...Ya'er...do you know...why do I...let you...to review the memorial?"

Feng Qianya narrowed her almond eyes, raised her eyebrows, and raised her lips and said: "Don't tell me, you are testing my ability."

Xuanyuan Yihe showed a hint of admiration to her, and said in a weak tone: "Ya... Ya'er is really... smart, I... didn't... see the wrong person, remember what I... told you... Put away... that box, Ya... Ya'er... back off, go back... after returning to the mansion... just... leave... leave."

After saying the word "Leave", Xuanyuan Yihe seemed to be extremely tired and closed his eyes, even breathing seemed to be absent.

Seeing this, Feng Qianya frowned, and after helping him to fall on the dragon couch, she stood up and walked out of the bedroom.

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Yihong, Xuanyuan Yufeng, and Concubine Yang immediately entered the bedroom.

Glancing at the three people who were eagerly entering the dormitory, Feng Qianya walked up to Xuanyuan Liluo, her crescent eyebrows were slightly frowned, and a trace of worry appeared in her almond eyes, she glared at him and asked: "How is your father? What's wrong with him?"

Xuanyuan Liluo frowned, the expression on his handsome face was unprecedentedly dignified, and he said with some self-mockery: "I thought I was proficient in medical skills, but I couldn't even find out the cause of my father's illness, I'm really... useless .”

"Can't find out the cause? How is it possible? There must be something strange about this matter." Hearing what Xuanyuan Liluo said, Feng Qianya raised her eyes to squint at him, and her almond eyes narrowed into a line. This matter must not be simple.

At this time, Concubine Yang's voice was heard from the sleeping hall: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty... You can't leave your concubine alone... Your Majesty..."

"Father...Father..."

Hearing the sound, Xuanyuan Liluo panicked and immediately entered the bedroom.

Feng Qianya and Xuanyuan Mochen also panicked, and immediately entered the bedroom, only to see Xuanyuan Yihong, Xuanyuan Yufeng, and Concubine Yang were kneeling on the ground crying.

And on the ground, there was a puddle of blood, Xuanyuan Liluo was feeling the pulse of the old emperor, and the pale face of the old emperor still maintained the painful expression before death, lying on his back on the dragon couch, his eyes were not closed, staring at the boss, It's like dying with regret.

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Mochen's big white hands resting on the armrests of the wheelchair trembled, his phoenix eyes stared at the lifeless old man on the dragon couch, complicated grief gathered between his brows, and water overflowed from his light brown pupils. Fog, drop after drop of crystal clear down the handsome face.

"Sixth Brother, Father...Father...He...has gone." Xuanyuan Liluo also had moist eyes, said in a sad tone, and knelt down.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." Concubine Yang cried the most sadly, almost heart-piercingly, as the tears washed away the makeup on her face, making her look like a ghost. ****Emperor...Father..."

Xuanyuan Yihong and Xuanyuan Yufeng also cried out in grief.

The chief eunuch, Mr. Chen, stretched his throat, and shouted in a distressed voice: "The emperor Bintian..."

As soon as he said this, all the ministers waiting outside the palace knelt down, all of them mourned, and cried out in tears: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

Immediately, the death knell rang in the palace.

"Boom...boom..."

When the death knell sounded, all the concubines, maids and eunuchs in the palace knelt down on their knees and cried out.

In the dormitory, Feng Qianya listened to the death bell and cries, her crescent eyebrows furrowed deeply, and she stared at the lifeless old man on the dragon bed with deep eyes. She and Xuanyuan Mochen did not kneel down.

She stepped forward and saw that the old emperor's eyes were still open, as if he was dying, and her eyebrows frowned even tighter. Although he was sometimes majestic, she always felt that he was a kind old man, especially when he pushed Xuanyuan Mochen away. What he said to her and what he asked her to do is enough to prove that he is not really a harsh person, just because he is an emperor, he must be majestic.

A drop of crystal slipped from the corner of her eyes, she stretched out her hand to cover his open eyes, her pink lips parted slightly, "Don't worry, I will do what you tell me."

After saying that, she let go of her hand, but saw that the old emperor gradually closed his eyes. She gave him a deep look, and was about to look away, but she saw bruises on his neck from the corner of her eye.

But at this time, Xuanyuan Yihong, Xuanyuan Yufeng, and Concubine Yang, who had been paying attention to her all the time, saw Feng Qianya's gaze fell on the old emperor's neck, and the expressions of the three of them were a little panicked.

Concubine Yang's gaze turned hard, she pointed at Feng Qianya suspiciously, and asked in tears: "Princess Shengqing, why did the emperor see you alone, it will be a day of death, you... What did you do to the emperor?"

As soon as she said these words, Xuanyuan Yihong and Xuanyuan Yufeng curled their lips in a sinister manner, and their eyes were covered with viciousness.

Xuanyuan Yihong stood up from the ground, looked at Feng Qianya coldly, and pointed at her angrily, "Feng Qianya, I can't believe that you are not only extremely arrogant, but also have such a vicious heart, that... actually murdered the emperor? "

Xuanyuan Mochen narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly when he heard the words, and stared at Xuanyuan Yihong with a piercing gaze, and said in a cold voice: "Xuanyuan Yihong, Ya'er will never murder the Emperor Father, so don't blame me for being rude to you any more. .”

Xuanyuan Yihong stared at him fiercely, and spoke with contempt, "Sixth brother, I think it's you who are talking nonsense, Feng Qianya is your princess, maybe she knows that her father is dying, and she is afraid that her father will take the throne." If you passed it on to others but not on you, you forced your father to pass the throne to you. If your father refused, he strangled your father to death. No wonder I found that there was a pinch mark on my father's neck. It turned out that you did it. Six Brother, you are so cruel, even if your father doesn't want to see you anymore, he is also the father who gave birth to you and raised you, and you actually killed him? Come and take King Shengqing and Princess Shengqing down."

Xuanyuan Yihong gave an order, and a group of Imperial Forest Army rushed in outside Chaohua Palace.

Seeing this, the ministers outside the palace all had complicated expressions. The emperor has just entered the sky. Is it possible that this eternal battle for the throne will be staged so soon?

In the dormitory, Feng Qianya glanced at the Imperial Forest Army who rushed in, raised her eyebrows and looked at Xuanyuan Yihong, with a coquettish poppy smile on her lips, "Duck King, even I don't know what the bruise on his neck is. Here? How do you know so clearly that the old emperor must have been strangled to death? There are many ways to leave marks on the neck, such as strangulation... Do you know how to do an autopsy?"

Hearing Feng Qianya's words, Xuanyuan Yihong's eyes flickered, and then he looked at her angrily, "Don't argue any more, no matter what you say, you, the sixth brother, and the death of the father are inseparable. "

Xuanyuan Liluo heard that there were bruises on the old emperor's neck, so he immediately got up and walked to the dragon couch, and saw that there were indeed bruises on his neck, because he was in grief just now, he only felt the pulse, but he didn't have time to feel it. After careful inspection, there was no bruise on his father's neck.

Moreover, the bruise does not look like it was strangled, it seems to be pinched, and there is only one bruise, which should be done by someone with great strength, and this person only used two fingers, the thumb and the index finger, according to this method Judging from the width of the bruise, it doesn't look like it was done by a woman. The woman's fingers are slender, which is clearly the fingerprint of a man.

He raised his eyes to look at Xuanyuan Yihong, his gaze was colder than ever, "The bruise on Father Emperor's neck was definitely not caused by Sixth Sister-in-Law."

After finishing speaking, he picked up Feng Qianya's slender hand, and looked at Xuanyuan Yihong with sharp eyes, "Sister-in-law Liu's ten fingers are as thin as onion roots, and sister-in-law six is ​​a woman, and she only needs her thumb and index finger to pinch her." It is difficult to kill a person, and it requires internal strength, and the sixth sister-in-law does not have internal strength."

When Xuanyuan Yihong heard Xuanyuan Liluo's words, a look of ferocity flashed in his eyes, and then he looked at Xuanyuan Mochen, and said with a sneer, "It's not the sixth younger sibling, it must be the sixth younger brother."

When Xuanyuan Liluo heard the words, anger appeared on his handsome and calm face, and he stared at Xuanyuan Yihong sharply, "It can't be Brother Six, I think Brother Fifth, you are a thief calling for a thief."

At this moment, Xuanyuan Yufeng, who had been silent all this time, stared at Xuanyuan Yihe on the dragon couch with grief in his eyes, and said in a crying voice, "Father...Don't worry, Father, I will definitely find out who killed you."

After saying that, he turned his eyes to Concubine Yang Gui, and said respectfully: "Mother Concubine, Father did not set up a queen during his lifetime, and Mother Concubine has always been in charge of the harem. Now that Father has passed away, no matter who inherits the throne, Mother The concubine should be the empress dowager, the empress dowager has the right to establish a new emperor, the country cannot be without a king for a day, so I ask the concubine mother to establish a new emperor first, and after the national funeral, thoroughly investigate the murderer who killed the emperor."

After Xuanyuan Yufeng finished speaking, Mr. Chen, who was kneeling in the dormitory, looked up at the eldest prince Xuanyuan Yufeng, lowered his head and said, "Eldest prince, concubine, empress... Your majesty has already made a will before he was alive, and the heir to the throne, His Majesty, has someone select."

"What?" Upon hearing Mr. Chen's words, Concubine Yang was surprised and stunned. She looked at Mr. Chen and asked, "When did the emperor make the will? Why doesn't this palace know?"

(End of this chapter)