"Cough, cough, cough -!"
On the hospital bed, a frightening coughing sound could be heard. The trembling doctor withdrew his hand for diagnosing the pulse, and then shook his head to the person behind him: "I'm afraid it won't work."
Meng Yuan frowned: "How to say?"
The doctor raised his head and glanced at the man with a fierce look on his face, and said hesitantly: "Sir, your friend suffered almost fatal trauma and stayed in the fire for too long. I am incompetent, so you should do something else." Please be smart."
The coldness in Meng Yuan's eyes deepened, but in the end he did not embarrass the doctor, casually stuffed him with a handful of money and sent him out.
Back in the room, the coughing seemed to have slowed down a lot, but it wasn't that the man's injury had improved, but that he had something to say.
"Your Majesty has already held a ceremony today? Cough cough cough -!" After the man finished speaking, he couldn't help coughing up blood drops on the ground. If the ministers of the DPRK could recognize this man at a glance, It is the clan order of the main courtyard of the Dazong. In terms of seniority, he is the uncle of the current His Majesty.
Meng Yuan sighed: "Yes."
The man held his chest and coughed a few more times, then forced his sick body to sit up: "Help me up and enter the palace."
Meng Yuan lowered his head and stepped forward to take his hand, looked at him deeply, and said, "My lord, you will die."
The old prince coughed violently, then raised his hand tremblingly and slapped Meng Yuan on the face. His red eyes widened as if he wanted to eat someone.
"Help me into the palace!" the old prince said again.
"Yes." Meng Yuan lowered his head and agreed, then carried the old prince's broken body out, got on the carriage, and sped towards the palace.
On the carriage, the old prince was coughing non-stop, and his half-lidded eyes looked lifeless. Meng Yuan said while driving: "Your grace today will be unforgettable by me. Don't worry, If the juniors are here for a day, they will definitely not let the prince and his family go out of their way."
"Ahem - you have such a loud voice. Who do you think you are? You are worthy of taking care of my little one!"
The old prince grinned and sneered: "If the descendants of the Luo family fail to live up to expectations, they deserve to die even if they are bullied. It is not your turn as an outsider to make irresponsible remarks. Ahem -! Remember, I am not helping you today, but I want to help the Luo family’s court! How can we allow others to confuse the royal bloodline!”
"Yes." Meng Yuan lowered his head to accept the instruction.
The old prince glanced at him and said coldly: "You are not a good guy. You have delayed speaking about such a big matter until now."
Meng Yuan lowered his head and said: "This junior is also helpless. There are too many things involved in the past. If His Majesty hadn't insisted on going his own way today, this junior would not want to bring up this old matter again. What's wrong with making mistakes?"
"Nonsense!" the old prince scolded angrily, and then he coughed violently, his expression gradually weakened. He leaned against the carriage, his eyes a little tired: "Don't fool me with such nonsense, you, the commander, and the princess, you guys They're exactly the same. It's just that she's a little more courageous."
In this regard, Meng Yuan said nothing, and the old prince asked again: "Prince, is he okay?"
Meng Yuan was silent for a moment and then said: "The Xuantian Sect in the North has great prestige. No one in the world dares to disobey an order. Your Highness is the leader of the sect, and since the mountains are high and the emperor is far away, you can be considered free. "
The old prince sneered: "Hmph, the dignified royal prince would rather give up his identity to become a leader of some kind. What nonsense, cough cough cough!"
Meng Yuan responded in silence. After a long time, the old prince suddenly said quietly: "If that decree had not fallen to Jiangnan back then, perhaps what happened today would not have happened. It's not a worry for anyone, alas."
With a long sigh, the old prince stopped talking. Meng Yuan was startled, and hurriedly turned around and stretched out his hand to detect the other person's breath, but the old prince slapped his hand aside.
So Meng Yuan continued to drive in silence. When he saw the top of the imperial city wall, the old prince in the carriage slowly opened his eyes.
At this moment, a group of people in front of the imperial city were still arguing. Meng Yuan roared over in a carriage, shocking everyone for a moment.
"Meng, Master Meng?!" All the ministers who didn't know what happened were shocked. Although Meng Yuan had never announced his death, the disappearance of Jin Yiwei could basically be regarded as death.
Many people thought that Meng Yuan had died a long time ago. His sudden appearance this time was at this critical time, so everyone could not help but have different thoughts.
And his appearance also made two people relax. One was Mr. Wei Ge. With the rules of the court, he, the cabinet minister, would naturally not be able to do anything extraordinary. Therefore, this kind of thing is extremely passive and urgently requires one person. to break the deadlock.
The other one was Lu Shangshu. According to the plan today, they should have entered the palace by now, but Meng Yuan was not here and the palace door was open. His heart suddenly sank again and again.
Fortunately, at the last moment, Meng Yuan finally appeared, and what shocked everyone even more was what happened later. Meng Yuan helped the old prince down from the carriage behind him.
Elder Wei Ge said with a moved expression: "Is the old prince safe?! What a blessing!"
The old prince looked at the tearful ministers and cursed: "Ahem - why are you crying? I'm still alive and well! Get away!"
Everyone quickly made a way. With the support of Meng Yuan and the crowd of ministers, the old prince came to the palace gate. The small yellow gate in front of him was so frightened that his legs went weak.
"Open the door, I want to see Your Majesty." Although the old prince was seriously injured and his voice was weak, he had an extraordinarily powerful momentum that made people dare not resist.
Xiaohuangmen was trembling and did not dare to reply. The imperial troops on the city tower were also in great difficulties. On the one hand, His Majesty had an edict, and on the other hand, the clan made the old prince have an unusual status, so what he said carried too much weight.
Seeing the hesitation of the imperial guards on the city tower, the old prince grabbed Meng Yuan's arm, coughed a few times, and then a sharp light flashed in his eyes: "You can't open it, right? Break it open, I!"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was stunned, but when they thought about the old prince's temper, it was reasonable.
Meng Yuan narrowed his eyes and looked at the palace door in front of him, and raised his hand to signal the Jinyi guards to come forward. Now it was the imperial guards' turn to be confused. They never thought that the other party would really have the courage to break in, even with the words of the old prince.
"No! No!" This time, it was Mr. Wei Ge who came to stop him. He dragged his old arms to block the Jin Yiwei, and persuaded him earnestly: "How can you use weapons and weapons in the land of your Majesty, Mr. Meng, Mr. Meng?" Your Majesty, think twice!”
With that said, Mr. Wei Ge turned around and shouted to the imperial guards on the tower: "Listen up! The old prince is here today, and all the officials and ministers are here. No matter what, we must see your majesty. If you try to stop him again, , we will crash and die here immediately!"
Mr. Wei Ge's words were not meant to scare people. The opportunity to leave a name in history was right in front of him. Immediately, several censors banged their heads on the city gate.
At this time, the Imperial Guards were completely stunned. They had no doubt that if they really killed someone today, even if they were acting under orders, people's words are terrible, and they may not be able to end up well in the future.
When a group of forbidden soldiers hesitated, a few more old men crashed directly in front of the city gate. This time they were really roasted on the fire.
Just when a group of people were in trouble, the savior finally appeared.
"Open the door!"
A weak voice came, and everyone moved forward following the sound. It was Commander Wen, but what was shocking was that Commander Wen was covered in blood and even had a broken arm.
He came to the city tower holding his broken arm, kicked over the imperial guards guarding the city, and said angrily: "Someone is plotting to assassinate Your Majesty! Open the door quickly and save him!"
"Ah, yes, yes -!"
