Yan Cigui

Wang Liusian swallowed his saliva.

 Others…

What Duke Fu Guo said makes sense, but can he follow the trend and pull more people into the water?

His king fell in the sixth year, but before leaving, he helped his master clear some obstacles...

His jaw was still sore and he had to swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva. He choked and coughed.

 I coughed for a long time until tears came out.

 Variously, Wang Liusian glanced at the Holy Master and was instantly excited.

It's useless for him to pull anyone.

Your Majesty is not stupid and will definitely guard against his move. Even if he muddies the water, His Majesty will wait for the water to calm down. Then the water will be water, the mud will be mud, and the layers will be separated.

But there is someone the Holy Sage doesn’t want to let go. If he doesn’t bite out some blood, Eunuch Cao can make him covered in blood.

 Life is a great hardship, and it is enough to experience it once in your early years.

After working hard for most of his life, both the princes and princes beside His Highness and the royal officials walking outside have stood up straight and enjoyed eating and drinking.

Now if he turns around and suffers a lot of hardships, Wang Sixian thought, he will definitely not be able to bear it.

"The British Lord," the king's chamberlain guessed the emperor's thoughts, took a deep breath, and said angrily, "He has become more and more wrong in the past few years. He doesn't show up and lets a useless son run errands. As long as Zhu Cheng Damn it, how could it be like this? He deserves to be implicated now! This is what happens to His Highness if he goes out of his way to do so!"

 This statement cannot really describe his relationship with the British father, but that is not important.

Wang Sixth Year is too clear.

He just bites, listens, and uses it, it all depends on what the person in charge wants to do.

 The palace is such a place.

With a solemn expression, the Holy Master asked again: "Prince Ding, how did my eldest brother die?"

 In the sixth year of his reign, Wang trembled violently.

 His Highness, that is reasonable. After all, he has been His Highness's chamberlain for the sixth year of his reign.

But why would the Holy One ask about the matter of King Ding...

 King Ding died of illness, and the coffin was sealed. No one in the Imperial Hospital or Imperial Pharmacy raised any objection.

It is precisely because of Fang Zi's reliability that King Ding was able to attack King Ding without any trace in the sixth year.

 Now, how come this old account is turned over?

 Suddenly, Wang Liunian remembered what Xu Jian said on the carriage - as long as it is done, there will be traces.

Traces…

 He thought of the reason.

"Zhu, Zhu Cheng, that person who failed to achieve anything but failed more than once!" Wang Liangsi sighed deeply. Since he couldn't hide it, let's add a little more to the British government. "He was timid and hesitant, so he His wife was either dead or alive.

The young man told the British Duke that this would be a hidden danger sooner or later. If Zhu Cheng didn't take action, then the British Duke would do it.

 As a result, the British Duke wanted to have that false reputation, but he just put it off. Over time, it ended up like this.

 Eight years later, there are only bones left in the soil. Where can we find any clues? "

Although he bit the British Duke twice, the anger and annoyance in the heart of the king's servant was real.

“Isn’t it true that people keep showing evidence all the time?” Wang’s servant sighed several times, “Now the boat has capsized in the gutter, and the Zhu family has no good harvest, and the younger one has to...”

The Holy Spirit asked again: "Did you figure out the poison yourself? How could you hide it from the imperial doctor?"

"The world is big," said the King's Chamberlain, "I was born in Lingnan, and I saw it in the village when I was young. To tell you the truth, those of us there, especially those who come from the mountains, are all a bit capable of poisoning. , unheard of…”

Hearing this, the Holy Emperor's face turned a little pale. Eunuch Cao saw this and hurriedly took the teapot and added hot tea to the Holy Father.

 With such an action, the undercurrent of energy was interrupted.

The Holy Master took a sip of tea, and the warm tea entered his throat, which relieved his mood a lot.

Eunuch Cao thought about the holy meaning and said proactively: "The old doctor Mao has given your highness a safe prescription."

"He is also from Lingnan," Wang's chamberlain did not hide it. "This prescription is just a way. Once it occurs, it will be a dead end. There is no reason to pull back halfway.

 It should have been obvious that Imperial Physician Mao could prescribe a safe prescription.

 But who made him dare not say it?

 If the illness cannot be cured, the imperial doctors try their best; if the poisoning cannot be cured, the imperial doctors are useless.

His Royal Physician Mao will be old in the new year, so why should he be the best?

Seeing that King Ding is about to go ahead of the late emperor, who wants to be a waste? The late emperor was seriously ill and lost his son. How much sanity could he still have?

 Otherwise, could the Holy One demote His Highness to a commoner just because of that little act of grabbing credit?

Your Highness is just eager to make contributions. In order to show positive performance, the people in the state capital have used hungry people as bandits. Your Highness has no idea what's going on!

Your Highness is certainly at fault, and confinement is not enough; confinement is also fine!

Isn’t there one still locked up in Yongji Palace?

 Why can’t Yongji Palace be closed for the second one?

Although there is no freedom in confinement, at least you have food and clothing, and there are people around you to take care of you.



 Otherwise, how could His Highness pass away at such a young age? No matter what, he has to live longer than the one in Yongji Palace! "

Wang Liu became more and more sad as he talked. He couldn't kneel anymore and sat down on the ground and cried loudly.

The Holy Father told him to cry until his head was buzzing.

Even so, he did not miss any inconsistencies in the words of the king's chamberlain.

"According to what you said, the poisoning of King Ding was not instigated by the fourth brother?" asked the Holy Master.

The king's chamberlain's cry stopped suddenly, his mouth was still grinning widely, tears were covering his face, and panic flashed through his blurred vision.

He lowered his head suddenly: "It's not Your Highness, Your Highness didn't let me do this.

It was Xiao, Xiao who did it on his own. The late emperor was seriously ill and appointed the king to supervise the dynasty. If he had been good, His Highness would not have had a chance anyway. Xiao had made his own decisions.

Like the people in the lower state capital, the younger one did things without telling His Highness.

They were caught at that time, causing His Highness to be demoted, and the little one has been hiding it from the truth until now..."

 Speaking of this, the king's servant opened his bow from left to right and slapped himself several times.

 His hand is very heavy and the sound is crisp.

"The Holy One asked this, and Xiaocai finally figured it out. It was Xiao who harmed His Highness." Wang's face became swollen for six years. "If Xiaocai had not harmed King Ding and caused King Ding to fall ill like a mountain, Your Highness will not try to fight for the position; if your Highness does not fight for the position, you will not let the bandits who gathered around you take the credit, and you will not be despised by the late emperor and demoted to a common people.

 In the final analysis, it was the small willful actions that led to today's situation.

But Your Majesty, if there had been no small poison against King Ding that day, you wouldn’t be sitting here today. What do you think? "

Your Majesty’s eyes are as sharp as a sharp knife.

This king deliberately provoked him for six years in order to seek a quick death.

The Holy One can hear what the other person is thinking, but this does not prevent him from getting angry.

"What?" His voice was three times colder than ice, "I still have to give you a first credit?"