The queen mother wants to go against the sky: General, please take your seat

Chapter 52
After night fell on this day, the capital of the Tianjin Dynasty was completely white, and the national mourning for three consecutive months began.

The funeral documents were issued by the imperial palace, and sent to every state, county, and every city in the empire by messengers in mourning clothes on fast horses.

Civil and military officials read the funeral report, knelt in front of the Shouhuang Hall where Emperor Xingyuan's coffin was parked, and kept watch for Emperor Xingyuan.

The common people closed their doors. From today onwards, every household must stop marrying and slaughtering. It will be three months before life can return to normal.

In the middle of the night, the bells of various temples and meditation halls in the capital began to ring three hundred times, and the sound of the death bell spread throughout the capital city again.

Everything seemed to be in order, but all the civil and military officials and the capital officials knew that the situation was not peaceful, so what about the siege during the day?Emperor Xingyuan is mourned, who is the new king?The most important answer is no, and the most important understanding is not. The current capital city is like a big river with calm water and turbulent undercurrents. Maybe if one is not careful, the wind and waves will sweep the entire capital. Shattered to pieces in the wind and waves.

Turning around and turning to the daytime of the second day, both the imperial palace and the capital are still calm, but everyone is even more anxious. The waiting is the most tormenting.

"Wait," said the Lord Protector to his henchmen.

"Wait for the third child to come back," King Qi said to the people around him, "Before that, we can't mess ourselves up in front of the old man Mo Xiao."

Fu Meiku sat in front of Li Zhi's bed who was awake for a moment and fell into a coma again.

Concubine Lin and the fifth prince, Li Qi, knelt in the Shouhuang Hall, guarding the spirit of Emperor Xingyuan, while waiting for the moment when the news of Li Zhi's death came.

Another day passed, and after nightfall, the capital began to snow again.

Prince Rui urged the horse to gallop on the official road going north, the wind blew the snow onto his face like a knife cut, Prince Rui tightened his collar, but still didn't stop the horse, and even raised his hand to whip the horse, Urging his own BMW Xue Wushou to run faster.

Xuewuti is a good BMW steed that can travel 27 miles a day, it is not comparable to ordinary war horses, so Zhao Jihuan waited for a team of [-] guards, and could only reluctantly follow behind Prince Rui.

Seeing that the distance between himself and Prince Rui was getting bigger and bigger, Zhao Jihuan had no choice but to call out to Prince Rui: "My lord!"

Prince Rui turned his head and urged: "Hurry up."

Zhao Jihuan didn't know what his lord was going to do, but if Prince Rui didn't say anything, Zhao Jihuan didn't dare to ask, he didn't even dare to ask, and the 27 guards behind him didn't even dare to ask.

Prince Rui was running on the official road with no pedestrians, he was anxious, he had to find Mo Liangyuan quickly, he had murderous intentions in the palace, and after suppressing the murderous intentions, Prince Rui thought, what he could think of Something, the protector of the country can't think of it?Would such a treacherous and cunning person plan to leave Mo Liangyuan forever?

If Mo Liangyuan returned to Liaodong safely, the result would be the breakup between Mo Wangbei and his son and the Duke Huguo's mansion of the capital. This result is unacceptable anyway.

What should I do?

Killing Mo Liangyuan and Yan Dongjin, and blaming him, Prince Rui Li Zhen, is undoubtedly a good way to kill two birds with one stone, just like he once thought, killing Mo Liangyuan and Yan Dongjin, and blaming Duke Protector Mo Xiao.

"Drive!" Prince Rui whipped his horse.

Zhao Jihuan and his party desperately urged their horses to follow closely, and everyone almost began to suspect that the key to their prince's battle for the throne was where the official road went north?
In the forest next to the official road, in an abandoned temple, Yan Dong was lying on a thick blanket, Mo Liangyuan stood beside him, Zhou Jing stood anxiously aside, an old doctor with white beard and hair let go of him Yan Dong tried his best to feel his pulse, and shook his head at Mo Liangyuan.

"What do you mean by shaking your head?" Before Mo Liangyuan could speak, Zhou Jing asked, "Is there nothing you can do about my young master's illness?"

The old doctor frowned, and said: "I don't think this young master is ill. I didn't diagnose his heart disease."

The night before last, Yan Dongjin brought Mo Liangyuan into this temple to rest. Zhou Jing and the others tied up their horses and lit a fire to drive out the cold. Sitting down, Yan Dong felt pain in his heart again.Yan Dongji didn't care about it at the beginning, this wasn't the first time he felt pain in his heart, but Mo Liangyuan saw that Yan Dongji's face was very bad, and insisted that Zhou Jing go to a nearby village to invite a doctor.

Not long after Zhou Jing left, Yan Dong suffered from angina in his chest, and then he began to vomit blood, and soon fell into a coma.

Everyone left the capital without any risk, and was thinking about going back to Liaodong, so that the sea would be wide enough for fishes to leap and the sky high for birds to fly. Yan Dongjiu's sudden change made everyone panic.

Before Zhou Jing brought the old doctor here, Yan Dongjin woke up several times, and each time told Mo Liangyuan that he had an old injury, and told Mo Liangyuan not to worry, he would not die.Before the last coma, the blood Yan Dongjin spit out stained Mo Liangyuan's hand red. This time, no matter how Mo Liangyuan yelled, Yan Dongjin did not wake up again.

"This, how is this possible?" Zhou Jing said anxiously to the old doctor: "My young master's heart hurts, oh yes, there is an old wound in his heart."

The old doctor still shook his head.

Mo Liangyuan took a deep breath and said, "Sir, if you have anything to say, please say it."

The old doctor asked Mo Liangyuan: "May I ask who you belong to this young master?"

Mo Liangyuan said: "My wife."

The old doctor nodded, raised Yan Dongjin's left arm, rolled up his sleeves, pointed to a faintly black line and said to Mo Liangyuan: "Please look, madam, this vein is connected with the heart."

"Why is it dark?" Zhou Jing asked in surprise.

Mo Liangyuan stared at Yan Dongjin's arm, stretched out his hand to touch it, but was afraid that it would hurt Yan Dongjin, his fingers stopped in mid-air, Mo Liangyuan asked the old doctor, "Do you want to tell me, sir, that he was poisoned?"

The old doctor sighed, and said: "Probably, the old man is powerless to deal with the symptoms of the young master, or the famous doctor in the capital has a solution."

Back to the capital again?

Zhou Jing opened his mouth and said, "This won't work."

The old doctor got up, bowed his hands to Mo Liangyuan, and said: "Please forgive me for being helpless."

Mo Liangyuan bowed her head, her hair was a little messy.

"Sir," Zhou Jingqiu said to the old doctor, "at least think of a way?"

"If you are poisoned, you must find an antidote, or know what kind of poison this young master has." The old doctor said: "If you use the medicine rashly, it may aggravate this young master's condition."

"With him like this, can he last until he returns to the capital?" Mo Liangyuan asked.

"Miss!" Zhou Jing and the others yelled in unison, and then go back?Then they are not the sheep into the tiger's mouth? !
(End of this chapter)