Seeing his pupils gradually turning red, the servant was frightened and replied in a trembling voice: "He returned about six or seven days ago. Only the young master and Mrs. Yujun were by his side before the old monarch died------"

The counselor interjected: "Based on time, Gongzi He Ding set out to Chaoge via the meandering road when he was at Hangu Pass. Gongsun Yu is the number one confidant around Mrs. Jun. This man is full of scheming, and he must have used deception.

He used a substitute to deceive the Crown Prince, but he has already taken his real body back to Chaoge. Hey! Crown Prince, we made a miscalculation."

"Dang-", Wei Yu angrily pulled out the sword from his waist, pointed at a black-armored warrior behind him and said angrily: "Didn't you say it's foolproof? How come you can't even recognize a fake young master? Huh?"

The warrior rolled off his horse, knelt down in the snow and argued: "Your Majesty, please spare your life! Your Majesty and I have lived in the East Palace for many years. We don't see you much on weekdays. The younger one has done his best. Your Majesty ------"

He never had the chance to say the next words. The white snow was splashed with a pool of bright red blood. He clutched his bleeding throat and fell weakly into the snow.

Prince Yu put the bleeding sword back into its sheath and said sternly: "From now on, if someone does something bad again, that person will suffer the consequences!"

"No!" Everyone responded with a trembling voice.

"Your Majesty, what should we do now?"

"Go back to the palace!" Wei Yu stared at the south gate with determination: "No one can try to take away my throne!"

It is said that the main hall of Wei Palace was built on the ruins of Lutai. The rammed earth base is several meters higher than the other palaces. It overlooks the entire Chaoge City. Now the coffin of Marquis Wei Li is placed, and the sound is heard.

Straight into the sky, the cries of the palace people were getting louder and louder. Mrs. Jun was only in her thirties, and her pretty face that was extremely well maintained did not have a trace of powder on her face today. She was sitting upright on the mat on the right side.

She covered her head with a veil and sobbed. Originally, as her legitimate wife, she did not have to come to the funeral in person, but she was worried that her son would not be able to control the scene, so she came to the mourning hall in person every day these days.

The young master, who is under ten years old, is dressed in mourning clothes and has a straw rope tied around his waist. He is crying and throwing one or two bunches of paper ingots into the brazier. After all, he is young and has been keeping vigil for his father all day and night these days. He is a little man.

The child had deep dark circles under his eyes, but he still managed to hold on to himself. For a while, the courtiers were filled with admiration.

"Father, the son is late, the child is unfilial -" A mournful cry came from outside the palace, and Mrs. Lihou's heart trembled, and she exchanged a look full of warning with the young master: He is here!

Wei Yu kowtowed step by step as he walked up the high steps of the main hall. Today he was also dressed in mourning clothes and tied with a hemp rope, just like any other young master. What's more, he was barefoot and had his hair disheveled. The so-called "

This is what it looks like. There are hundreds of steps in front of the main hall, and they are all covered with ice and snow. Wei Yu walked up step by step, his knees were already worn out, and there were faint bruises on his forehead.

There were stains of blood. The blood marks left on the steps he passed were quite shocking.

Sobbing loudly and shedding tears every step of the way, this scene is hard to move. The young master, who was young, bit his lips and was about to say something sarcastic, when he suddenly received a glance from his mother, so he had to keep silent.

With great difficulty, Wei Yu came step by step to the hall. As soon as he saw the coffin of Marquis Wei Li, he knelt forward without hesitation and kowtowed his head like a chicken pecking rice to apologize: "My child is very unfilial. As the heir apparent of Wei Kingdom, my father is dying."

I can't wait at the bedside at this time. How can I have the face to be the crown prince, let alone think of myself as an elder brother in front of my younger brother?"

Logically speaking, seeing him so miserable and remorseful, Mrs. Lihou should have said a few words of comfort. Unexpectedly, she closed her eyes and remained silent. Doctor Shijiao had no choice but to step forward and be the first to persuade him: "Your Majesty, please don't. To be so sad, I all know that you are a filial son, so I hope you can express your condolences. I have to rely on you to preside over the great funeral of the king!"

The Shi family has been a minister of the state of Wei for generations, and they always speak their minds in court. Seeing him speak, the other courtiers began to persuade Wei Yu with their words. A clear female voice was heard in the palace: "Your Majesty Fengchen Servants come here, but they don’t know what’s important, so they abandon the bed and ignore the king and father, and travel a long way to this day before returning?”

Wei Yu secretly cheered in his heart: "I've been waiting for you to ask this question?" He bowed to Mrs. Li respectfully: "Mother, Mrs. Rong, my son has heard about some new Donghai Qi merchants from Shangqiu. , carrying the Ganoderma lucidum that has been around for hundreds of years, it has the miraculous effect of bringing the dead back to life. His father had been ill for a long time on the bed, and the son went there with a lot of money, hoping to buy this fairy grass at all costs, just to extend his life and bring blessings to his father. He did not want to buy the Ganoderma lucidum, but his father Hou ------- can't wait any longer!"

After saying that, he burst into tears, looking like he was so sad that he couldn't bear to die. This made Shi Jiao and others also have red eyes. Then, Wei Yu shook his head and took out a half-foot sword from his sleeve. The Ganoderma lucidum that came out was really huge, rarely seen in the world, and everyone in the hall was wide-eyed.

Wei Yu held Ganoderma lucidum above his head, lowered his head and said: "Since my father is no longer blessed to bear it, my son would like to dedicate this fairy grass to his mother and wife. My son has lost his father, so please cherish it even more, and don't be overly sad or hurt." As for the body, the sons will take care of the father's funeral."

Young Master He cursed in his heart: What an eldest brother with a sweet talk and a sharp sword! He had never experienced such a scene, and looked at his mother in embarrassment asking for help. Before Mrs. Li could say anything, Shi Jiao snatched the words away. : "The prince is so pure and filial, and the ancestor's spirit in heaven will naturally know it. As the prince of the Wei Kingdom, you should preside over the funeral ceremony. This is in line with the ancestral system. Who has anything to say?"

As soon as this statement came out, the whole palace echoed: "I second my opinion!"

Mrs. Li's face was livid, and she sat down on the mat slumped, thinking: After all, I still underestimated the enemy too much!

The first lunar month has just passed, and the cold current hovering over Haojing still has no intention of leaving. Especially late at night, the extremely cold air carrying snowy air penetrates from the neck to the ankles, and is freezing to the bone.

Beside the inner door of the palace hall, two little chamberlains on night duty each held a small copper stove in their hands and stomped around the building. Because of the cold weather, they could no longer do what they did in spring and summer. I usually take a nap casually during the night watch, and can only move my muscles and bones in this limited space to avoid freezing.

As they talked, the conversation between the two of them turned to King Yi's condition unknowingly.

The fatter one said: "It has been two or three days. Our king's fever has finally gone away and his condition has stabilized. The prince is now free to go back to the East Palace to rest. These days, I have lost weight while waiting in front of the bed." "

The thinner one echoed: "Isn't that right? Mr. Zhao Guogong finally no longer has to be on duty outside the palace gate. After enduring these ten days, I heard that he was really sick and couldn't hold on any longer. If it hadn't been for Mr. Yu coming. If you do it for him, you can still endure it. Now it’s better. The king has just recovered from his fever, so it’s hard to go to the royal tomb again.”

The fatter chamberlain asked: "What? Mr. Zhao Gong is on duty outside the palace gate to block the king?"

"You don't understand this?" the thin man said angrily: "Since the king went back to the royal tomb for the first time before the twelfth lunar month, he has caught colds every time he went there for more than a month. When he got better, he struggled to go back. He went back and forth five or six times at a time.

We walked ten miles, braved the wind and snow, and had to rush back before dawn to handle court affairs. Even though our king is in his prime, he can't stand all this trouble! Duke Zhao was helpless, so he let the prince stay in the main hall, and he stayed at the palace gate.

On guard duty outside. If the prince cannot persuade the king, he might as well try to persuade him at the palace gate. Finally, the king can still listen to what Duke Zhao has to say."

"How many times has this happened? Your Majesty has never stopped using the decoction since he came back from the expedition against the wolf. But he has not taken care of himself yet, and is going to death like this. If this continues, let alone himself. The prince and Zhao

The Duke of the State would also be dragged to death, but the Duke of Zhou was smart enough to hand over the power early and return home to recuperate, leaving everything behind."

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" the thin man warned, "lower your voice, it's not a joke if people hear you."

"Oh -" the fat man nodded to express his gratitude, and lowered his voice and said: "Fortunately, the king has just recovered from his fever tonight, so we won't have to worry about it anymore. Our shift can be peaceful until dawn, and we will hand over to Mr. Jia, the chambermaid."

That’s it------”

His words were stuck before he finished speaking. He stood there as if someone had strangled his throat, staring straight ahead without moving. The thin man was very surprised: "What's wrong with you? Have you seen a ghost?" He said.

Following the fat man's gaze, he turned around and was immediately frightened out of his mind. He knelt on the ground and said, "Your Majesty, I have seen your Majesty!"

Under the flickering dim candlelight of the main hall, there stood a skeletal, skinny figure with a pale face without a trace of blood. His long hair was straight to his waist, and his eyes were deeply sunk into his eye sockets. He looked like he was crawling in hell.

The ghosts appeared. King Zhou Yi seemed to have not seen them. He shook his body, trembled his white lips and muttered: "Prepare your horses, I want to see the queen!"

In the garden path of Duke Zhou's Mansion, a capable man in his forties was walking quickly. He came to the door of the inner study room with familiarity, and respectfully reported back: "My lord, I'm back!"

A steady male voice came from inside: "Is it Uncle Mei? Come in quickly!"

Uncle Mei entered the room, pushed the door closed, knelt down and said: "Master, I have found out clearly. Last night, the king went to the royal tomb again, and became ill when he came back. It is said that he was pulled back by a carriage, and he was unconscious.

!”

"Oh, really?" Zhou Gongding seemed to be surprised: "Yesterday there was a message from the palace, didn't it say that the king had just recovered from his fever? Why did he go again? Didn't the prince and Zhao Gonghu stop him?"

"Just because the illness has eased, the prince and Master Zhao Gong have been tormented a lot these days. The prince went back to the East Palace to rest last night. As for the palace gate, Zhao Gong was ill, and he was in charge of Yu Gong. Even Zhao Zimu

You can't stop the king, let alone Mr. Yu?" Uncle Mei said softly, but his meaning was far-reaching: "Master, I don't understand. The king knows that his body can't bear it, but he still goes to death like this.

, he--does he really want to go with the queen?"
Chapter completed!