As soon as she entered the inner room, Cheng Qianyue's eyes fell on the figure on the bed, and her eyes instantly turned red.
Even after all these years, she and he still exchanged letters, many of which included portraits.
But when you see a real person, it's completely different.
What's more, he looks haggard and dying now.
But Cheng Qianyue was always calm. Even at this moment, she looked at Shi Qinghuan and said, "Thank you!"
Shi Qinghuan hurried forward, felt his pulse, and frowned.
Cheng Qianyue noticed, "What's wrong?"
"Although they did not dare to kill the regent directly, the poison used this time was not simple."
"Can you solve it?"
"It can be solved, but it cannot be eliminated in a short time. The current situation is urgent, so I can only suppress his toxin first and wake him up."
"good."
With Cheng Qianyue's consent, Shi Qinghuan started to administer the injection and then gave him pills.
After a while, Jingchen's complexion improved significantly. The moment his breathing became heavier and his eyes slowly opened, everyone's eyes lit up.
The moment he opened his eyes, what came into view was the face that Jingchen had missed for more than ten years. The face had changed but was still familiar. At that moment, he was in a daze for a moment, and then slowly closed his eyes.
"I'm dreaming again. This time you in the dream are different from before."
As soon as these words came out, Cheng Qianyue's tears fell instantly.
Countless days and nights, they spent in each other's thoughts.
Shi Qinghuan and Sui Feng looked at each other and then retreated.
The adult was obviously a little stupid and was pushed out by Sui Feng.
In the inner room, Cheng Qianyue carefully touched Jingchen's cheek.
"Achen, it's not a dream, it's me. I'm really here."
With the familiar tone and real touch, Jingchen opened his eyes again, and with trembling fingertips, he reached towards Cheng Qianyue's cheek.
But it stopped again in mid-air.
"No, as soon as I touch you, you will disappear again."
Seeing this, Cheng Qianyue took his hand and put it on her face.
"It's really me, Achen, it's really me."
Cheng Qianyue repeated it over and over again. Only then did Jingchen feel Cheng Qianyue's warmth. He stood up, groped bit by bit, and touched her cheek.
"Really...is it you?"
"It's really me!"
Tears couldn't stop rolling down. When he was sure that the person in front of him was a real person, Jingchen could no longer restrain himself and stretched out his hands to pull Cheng Qianyue tightly into his arms.
Everyone outside listened to the commotion, and there were smiles on their faces.
Both Shi Qinghuan and Sui Feng understood their difficulty. The only adult who didn't understand was also happy because Jingchen woke up.
Big things are going on right now, and there isn’t much time to talk about anything else.
The joy of meeting again after a long separation was only expressed for a moment, and then Cheng Qianyue called everyone in.
Jingchen's eyes also fell on Shi Qinghuan and looked him over, "Thank you very much, girl, for saving me."
Shi Qinghuan quickly smiled and shook his head, "The Regent is so polite. This is what I should do."
"Yue'er has told me your plan, and I agree."
After finishing speaking, Jingchen looked at his subordinates and said, "Master Qin, I still need you to convey the following matters to all your lords."
"My lord, just give me your orders."
Jingchen coughed a few times, then looked at Shi Qinghuan with a smile, "I heard from Yue'er that you and he are good at acting. This time, I will accompany you to put on a good show."
"I wish I could have it!"
After roughly explaining the plan, Cheng Qianyue reluctantly said goodbye to Jingchen.
After the two of them left the palace, Bailiheng sent the news to Jing Heng.
As the night wore on, wailing sounds came from the Regent's Palace.
"The regent... died!"
One sentence can stir up thousands of waves.
Jing Heng personally went to the palace to confirm Jing Chen's death, and then put on a good show.
Afterwards, the news that King Fan sent people to assassinate the regent spread throughout Shangjing overnight.
The regent's men all started to fight back like crazy, but King Fan's party was leaderless, and with Jing Heng's help, they were unable to resist.
For a time, Shangjing was in chaos.
In just a few days, Jing Fan's party suffered heavy losses under the overt and covert attacks by the regent's men, and both sides suffered losses.
And Jing Heng, who reaps the benefits, is the biggest winner.
That night, Jing Heng visited Bailiheng's courtyard in a grand manner.
Things have developed to this point, and no one in Shangjing can compete with him anymore.
Raising glasses to celebrate, Jing Heng's face was full of smiles, "Thanks to Mr. Bei and the girl's help this time, when I become the regent, I will not treat you two badly."
Bailiheng clinked glasses with him. After drinking, he looked at Jing Heng with a smile, "Although our Qianzhou Bei clan has never been involved in the court, choosing a wise king to serve him has always been my source of honor. Your Highness, there is no need to be so polite." .”
The words "Mingjun" made Jing Heng laugh heartily, but then he reacted, "Mingjun?"
Seeing that Jing Heng understood, Bailiheng continued, "Yes, a regent is not a long-term solution after all. If King Fan really wins a victory at the border and has great achievements, then the regent's position will also be It may not be possible to overpower him.”
Bailiheng said, and raised his hand to slowly pour wine for Jing Heng.
"But if His Highness has ascended to the supreme position, then no matter how great a king's achievements are, they are just ministers, serving His Highness!"
Every word Bailiheng said made Jing Heng's eyes light up with the fire of desire.
The desire for power has always been burning in their hearts, and the position of supremacy is even more irresistible.
"However, now that he has ascended the throne, he has always been unjust and unjust, and..."
"How can the name be unjust and unjust? The new emperor is young and incapable of political affairs. His Highness the Zen position is excusable. As for the rest, is there anyone in the capital who can rival you now?"
This makes sense.
Zen position is indeed a good method.
The young emperor didn't have much prestige at all, he was just the regent he had been relying on before.
Now the regent is gone, and not much of his power is left.
Naturally, no one has any objections, and no one can stop it.
Seeing this, Bailiheng added fuel to the fire again.
"If His Highness ascends the throne, then when I take the position of the head of the Bei clan in Qianzhou, all members of my Bei clan will belong to His Highness."
The supreme position, the power of heaven, the endless wealth...
At this moment, no one can resist anymore.
Jing Heng reached out and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
At the same time, Shi Qinghuan, who had been silent, quickly stood up and said, "The consecration of the folk girl Yao will be successful."
A holy sentence can be said to be the finishing touch at this moment.
Jing Heng almost seemed to see his throne right in front of him, just one step away.
Then he turned to look at Baili Heng, "Bei Aiqing, when I ascend to the position, you will be the national master below one person and above ten thousand people."
"Thank you for your grace."
"Get up quickly, Bei Aiqing. This matter is of great importance after all. We have to consider it in the long term."
"Yes, Your Majesty, please come here and we will make a detailed plan!"
After some planning until late at night, Jing Heng left with satisfaction.
Shi Qinghuan and Bailiheng stood in the courtyard, looked at each other, and then couldn't help laughing.
Okay, another one was fooled.
Cheng Qianyue came out from behind with a look of admiration on her face.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I really didn't realize it. You two are really good at acting when you sing and harmonize."
After saying that, Cheng Qianyue frowned, "When you were in Kyoto, you deceived people a lot, right?"
Shi Qinghuan and Bailiheng looked at each other again and couldn't help laughing again.
Just a little bit.
Um...
