Han Yiyun and Prince Jing were fighting each other. They refused to give in and both rushed to kill each other.
When the troops from both sides saw this, they all fought together regardless of how they dared to neglect.
The battle has reached a fever pitch.
Ying San, who had just slipped away, suddenly emerged from the crowd and stabbed Prince Jing in the lower back.
Prince Jing screamed and turned around to take action, but Ying San reacted quickly and dodged.
Prince Jing was vomiting blood and could hardly hold on anymore. His guards rushed forward and clung to him tightly.
"Your Highness is unstoppable, let's run away quickly."
Prince Jing looked at Zhan Qingyue who had been rescued with great reluctance. His heart and eyes were filled with the splendor of the Golden Palace not far away.
It's a pity that after this defeat, I don't know how long it will take to regain the throne.
Prince Jing was almost crying in his heart. He struggled to say the word: "Let's go!"
Several guards quickly surrounded him, fighting and escaping.
Prince Jing looked at Zhan Qingyue in the center of the crowd. Zhan Qingyue and Han Yiyun were resisting tenaciously, back to back. He seemed to hear the sound of his own heart breaking.
Sure enough, Zhan Qingyue only had the man named Han in her heart.
No matter what he did to him, it was of no avail.
Prince Jing fled.
The entire palace incident was quickly suppressed by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, Han Yiyun and their people.
At this moment, Zhan Qingyue was successfully brought to the Holy Emperor's bedside by the eunuch in charge.
"Holy Lord, don't worry. Everything outside has been taken care of. I will do my best to save you. You must have a sense of survival. Otherwise, even if the Great Luo Jinxian comes, it will not help."
The Holy Master smiled bitterly and nodded solemnly.
He was already at the end of his strength, and he was just relying on the medicines and elixirs given by Zhan Qingyue to stay alive.
Seeing the consciousness of survival in his eyes, Zhan Qingyue quickly took out a silver needle and stabbed it into the Holy Master's body like a sewer.
After this wave of silver needles were inserted, the Holy Master felt that his heartbeat was a little stronger than usual, and his spirit benefited greatly.
"Zhan Qingyue, I suddenly had an idea..."
Zhan Qingyue raised his brows, this sage didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd? It's really frightening to suddenly say half-spoken words.
Do people who are dying talk like this, leaving half and leaving half?
Zhan Qingyue swallowed hard and forced out a calm smile.
"Your Majesty, I'm listening to you."
The Holy Emperor looked at Zhan Qingyue firmly with his eyes: "Zhan Qingyue, you are the person I trust. I will leave my dying body to you. Now I feel that you have saved me, but this Please keep this matter confidential."
As he said this, he took out a brocade box from his pillow and handed it to Zhan Qingyue.
"This is a posthumous edict to confer Cheng'er as the new emperor. It's time for me to retreat behind the scenes to recuperate and live a life of retirement."
Zhan Qingyue looked at the brocade box that was thrust into her hand. She was flattered and raised her eyes to look at the Holy Lord.
Then, she quickly knelt down towards the Holy One.
"Don't worry, I will definitely handle everything you tell me."
In the forty-seventh year of Xuanping, Emperor Xuanping was critically ill, and the new emperor Chengjia came to the throne.
Zhan Qingyue held a bowl of medicinal food with a smile and looked at the saint who was leaning on him and reading a book before making sick.
"Your Majesty, you should eat. This is the porridge I made with yam and millet. It nourishes yin and nourishes the stomach. You can drink more."
The Supreme Emperor looked at Zhan Qingyue, who was working hard and doing everything himself, and felt that he had not chosen the wrong person. He put down the book in his hand.
"Is yam and millet porridge so effective? Why haven't I heard from the cooks in the palace before?"
Faced with the Supreme Emperor's suspicion, Zhan Qingyue didn't change his expression or explain much. He directly picked up a spoon and blew it gently, then brought it to his mouth.
"Drink it while it's hot. I've sent a bowl to the Crown Princess. One of you is a patient and the other is a pregnant woman. This porridge is just right for you."
The Supreme Emperor looked a little unhappy when he heard that his daughter-in-law also drank the porridge.
No matter how you say that you are a supreme emperor, you should be somewhat unique.
Zhan Qingyue saw his little thought and took out a bowl of jujube cake from behind.
"Well, I know you always like to eat, so I made it specially to try my craftsmanship, but I didn't even give it to my own husband."
The Supreme Emperor looked at the red jujube paste cake, and he was immediately elated. He took the bowl of yam porridge like an old child and ate it with big mouthfuls.
In the imperial study room.
The new emperor Cheng Jiadi put down the book in his hand and raised his head to look at Han Yiyun beside him.
"Brother-in-law, King Jing failed to force him to the palace this time. If he escaped, he probably wouldn't be far away. There are places employing people everywhere right now. I won't be able to find anyone else for a while, so I have to trouble you to search for King Jing." 's whereabouts."
Han Yiyun looked at the man in front of him who had become an emperor but was still so approachable. His heart was pounding and he hurriedly smiled and said: "Your Majesty, I will search right away. I will never let go of any clues, but..."
He hesitated and looked at the new emperor in front of him with some embarrassment.
The new emperor looked at Han Yiyun's appearance and before he could speak, he immediately guessed what he wanted to say, and quickly added: "Don't worry, sister Qingyue is helping to take care of the Supreme Emperor and the Queen in the palace, so naturally I She won’t be tired, and after this busy period, the two of you will be reunited.”
When Han Yiyun heard this, he finally had a smile on his face and went about his business without any worries.
Seeing him like this, the new emperor couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
This husband and wife really can't let each other go. Not seeing each other for one day is like three autumns.
Zhan Qingyue had just finished serving the Emperor's meal, when a young eunuch approached him timidly. He lowered his head and did not dare to look at her.
"County Master, there is a woman named Shantao at the gate of the palace looking for you. He said that she is the concubine of His Highness Prince Jing. It is not easy for the supervisor of the Royal Forest Army to deal with it. The woman pointed out that she is looking for you, so I sent a young man to inform you. Look. What should I do?"
Zhan Qingyue's brows twitched fiercely. She didn't expect Shan Tao, the lingering ghost, to come back at such a time.
According to her wallflower personality, there is a high probability that she will come back to cling to her.
"Thank you for informing me, little father-in-law. How about this? Could you please go to Zhanfu and let my second sister-in-law Cuizhu take care of the woman named Shan Tao? Cuizhu knows what to do."
Zhan Qingyue said this very well and took out a heavy purse from her arms and stuffed it into the little eunuch's hand.
The little eunuch held the heavy purse in his hands, and his whole waist was bent respectfully.
"Thank you, Lord County, for the reward. I will go and do it now."
