Chapter 303 The Prince is "critically ill"
The word "forbidden" really made him feel frightened, and even gave him the feeling that the rules for practicing all martial arts were made by others.
Or maybe the world of this world naturally produces this kind of thing, preventing a person's acquired talent from improving. You are born with whatever destiny you have. You may be able to improve it, but you can never go beyond that circle.
Just like the gap between rich and poor, you can’t climb up by hard work. There are only so many cakes. If you don’t have them when you are born, they will all be gone in the future!
After thinking about it for a long time, I have no clue. It’s like a ghost like the Four Symbols that you can’t study.
When he opened his eyes, the quarrel was still going on, but Bear Claw noticed him, and he flashed to the bed. Tears rolled down his blue eyes, and he choked and said: "Prince, are you awake? I'm worried to death." "
Zhe Feiyan also turned her head sharply, her eyes instantly turning red.
From her perspective, the prince tried his best to forcibly open up the Five Elements trend for her. He did not hesitate to use up the majestic and terrifying energy and martial arts trend that she could not understand, and he did not hesitate to hurt her. own foundation.
What kind of kindness is this?
This even exceeds the love between husband and wife.
Does a man like him really love his wife so much?
Ever since the prince fell into coma, even though she had all five elements, she could not feel the slightest joy when entering the Great Master overnight.
She can’t understand.
"Yu Qing?"
"How is the prince?"
"Master..."
A large group of civil and military officials, including Jiang Hu, Tai Xun Gong, Bai Xuanji, Yuchi Jun, etc., rushed to the bed one after another, their faces full of concern.
No matter what, the king must not be in any danger. It is a top priority to find out the current situation and safety of the king.
Xin Zhuo glanced at the group of people and opened his mouth. His voice was hoarse and it was difficult to speak clearly.
“Yu Qing?” Jiang Hu looked worried and grabbed his nephew’s hand, “Tell Third Uncle, what happened? You were fine a few days ago. Did this witch of the family harm you? ?”
He glanced at Zhe Feiyan, his eyes were cold. He had been the commander of the Western Qin army and the master of the Western Qin land for more than ten years. He had friends all over the major sects. Even the Great Master had the absolute ability to fight.
What happened?
Can I say that I was just doing an experiment and preparing to develop a group of masters, but the game ended up being a bit crashing?
Xin Zhuo didn't answer and asked instead: "How long have I... been in a coma?"
Xiong Zhao held one of his arms and kept crying: "Three days!"
"Have the officials from the Ministry of Rites arrived?" Xin Zhuo's face was pale, his lips were chapped and peeled, and he was haggard. "Is there any news about Mr. Yu Siliu?"
Xiong Zhang, Sai Qingzhu and Cui Ying'er could not bear it anymore. He couldn't stop crying.
Soon there were cries all around.
Zhe Feiyan sat on the bedside, silently dazed. She felt that she was not qualified to say anything.
Xin Zhuo: "?"
Is it necessary to cry like this?
Jiang Huhu had tears in his eyes and his tone was choked: "Yu Qing, if your body is like this, stop caring about political affairs. My uncle and the civil and military forces of the Western Qin Dynasty know that you are a prince who truly serves the people and the army. You have your own ideas. Xi Qin must make changes in order to truly prosper. You even abandoned the concept of Jiang family. , I don’t blame you.
My uncle already understands everything you have done! You care about the people more than your father and the ancestors of the Jiang family. You are a truly kind-hearted child!” br>In fact, since Xin Zhuo fell into coma, twenty-one famous martial arts doctors have been invited. They all came with solemn expressions and left shaking their heads.
The doctor from Kunlun Palace who was wandering nearby also arrived immediately, hesitated again and again, and then left without any trouble.
My body was already like this, but the first thing I did when I woke up was to ask the Ministry of Rites and invite the Earthly Immortal.
Although the entire Western Qin civil and military hierarchy has not known Jiang Yuqing’s true thoughts, since he came, everything he did was different, and the results were shocking. outstanding.
In the past three days, a group of people had countless discussions and came to a surprising conclusion-
In their daily conversations, the prince would always ask one or two questions about how the people were living. , this is simply a different kind among the princes of the world! He... was actually a Western Qin prince who truly cared about the lives of ordinary people just like Emperor Taizu of the Great Zhou Dynasty!
They suddenly thought that all the strange methods of the prince were explained. He wanted to use iron-blooded methods to create a truly prosperous and powerful Western Qin land where the people could live and work in peace and contentment, even at the expense of angering the court.
How heroic and kind is this?
What kind of heroic final ambition is this?
What kind of courage and determination is this to protect one party?
Isn’t this tearful?
Xin Zhuo: "?"
Is this still possible?
Are you kidding me?
Looking at the faces of everyone, he said in a deep voice: "Reply!"
Tai Xun Gong sighed softly: "The Minister of Rites and dozens of court officials arrived the day before yesterday. Because the prince is in poor health, I'm sick and have been resting in the Honglu Pavilion next to the government office. I have been seeing Master Yusiliu more than ten times in the past few days. Master Huang will arrive in half a month."
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Xin Zhuo was silent for a moment, and his eyes flickered slightly. What a coincidence, right? Just worry about how to make a delaying strategy, it is coming!
The plan in my mind appeared again, and it was mature, or it was supplemented and perfected! Even more crazy and coquettish, this plan involves annihilating all the masters of the imperial court, taking the opportunity to mess up the major sects in the Western Region, pulling chestnuts from the fire, and sacrificing souls again.
Thinking of this, his face couldn't help but become even more "haggard". He grabbed Zhe Feiyan's hand with difficulty, looked at everyone, and said intermittently: "My body... has nothing to do with Madam... it is my own practice. The ancient evil magic power has gone too far...leading to..."
After a pause, he added: "I'm afraid...the time has come...medical skills can't save..."
The most brilliant person in the world His plan was to deceive himself! Only when the people around you also deceive can you perform better and more naturally.
"This..."
The civil and military officials in the palace were shocked.
Jiang Hu and Tai Xun Gong froze.
Dead limit! ! !
“Prince!”
Xiong Zhang and Sai Qingzhu immediately threw themselves on the edge of Xin Zhuo's bed, crying bitterly no longer.
They were raised in the Jiang family and suffered a lot since they were young. They were relieved when they met the prince, and they felt that life could still be like this. Once the prince was gone, they would have nothing to rely on in this life and no longer know what to do. How to handle yourself.
Zhe Feiyan suddenly grabbed Xin Zhuo's arm tightly, her face full of remorse and confusion.
"The boss..." Cui Ying'er suddenly rushed over to pick up Xin Zhuo, her face turned pale with fright, "Let's go home, back to Fulong Mountain."
Xin Zhuo He shook his head slightly and said weakly: "I can't worry about Xi Qin."
These words are so touching that even a hard-hearted person can't help but feel a sore nose.
"Prince."
Weeping began again in the palace.
"Woo..."
Is the prince dead?
Outside the courtyard, a crowd of maids and servants knelt down in darkness, wailing loudly. In short, if the big shots in the palace were crying, it would be right for us to cry along with them.
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Honglu Pavilion is the yamen of the Prince of Western Qin County that receives envoys from various countries in the Western Regions. It is similar to a guest house.
Now that the countries in the Western Regions surrounding Western Qin have been maimed and destroyed by Jiang Yuqing in a battle, naturally no envoys dare to come.
When officials from the Imperial Court's Department of Rites arrived two days ago, it was impossible to live in the inner residence of the Prince's Yamen. Naturally, they could only move into the Honglu Pavilion, which has luxurious architecture and grand interiors to show the style of a great country.
Although this is very against the rules, it even seems to be treasonous and unethical to be on an equal footing with the Great Zhou Dynasty and entertain foreign envoys.
But the senior officials from the capital didn't care. They moved in immediately and asked to see the King of Western Qin.
The result was declined.
The people responsible for the reception were Zhang Guangpu, Li Juguan, the low-ranking officials of the county prince's Yamen, and Zhengsun Miao'er, the young official of Honglu Pavilion.
"How are you, Shangguan, feeling today? Have you urged me again?"
As soon as Zhang Guangpu and Li Juguan entered the pavilion together, they immediately asked Sun Miao'er who was waiting outside the pavilion with a group of green-clothed officials.
“I can’t see the emotions, and my joy and anger are invisible, but I urged you three times today.”
Sun Miaoer was also wearing a blue official robe and looked very serious. She didn’t even know It’s up to her to be an official, but she feels that her life has taken a different path, so she strives for excellence and meticulousness in her daily work.
It’s just that I have been under a lot of pressure these past few days, and my lips have blistered.
"The prince is indeed ill. It has been confirmed. I will tell them."
Zhang Guangpu looked solemn as he walked into the main hall and saw four people sitting cross-legged drinking tea in the lobby.
On the main seat is an old man with purple robe and white beard. He is Li Junsang, the Minister of Rites of the imperial court.
But as Sun Miaoer said, his face was expressionless and there was no emotion.
"I have met all of you, Shangguan."
Zhang Guangpu bowed and saluted, and got straight to the point: "It's not that the prince has not seen you, but that the prince is ill..."
(End of this chapter)