"Your Majesty, are you feeling better?"
In the palace, Mrs. Shen, who had suffered successive defeats, was now like a little woman, sitting next to the emperor, weeping secretly while talking.
"It's just an old problem with my body. I just get angry and angry at the moment. Don't worry, I can still hold on for a few years with this old bone!"
Mrs. Shen was originally pretty and lovely, and she was known to be considerate among the concubines in the harem. It turned out that the emperor loved her in every possible way, and even thought of abolishing the establishment of the emperor for her sake.
"Your Majesty, you don't know. You really scared me this time. I really want to take your place..."
When Mrs. Shen said this, her eyes were already filled with tears.
Even the emperor was a man. Seeing the woman he had loved for many years acting like a little daughter in front of him, the emperor couldn't help but feel soft in his heart.
"You, stop thinking about these things here. Just live your life. Even if I live a hundred years later, you can still enjoy a bowl of wealth!"
Even though he was still a little weak now, the emperor still reached out and held Mrs. Shen's hand. This was indeed a bit unlucky to say, but now that there were only two of them, it didn't matter if they said something close to themselves.
"Your Majesty, I know that you are doing this for my own good. However, I have no children. If you go, you'd better take me with you. I can still accompany you and serve you when you get to the ground. you!"
As Mrs. Shen talked, her tears started to flow down like a kite with its string broken.
"Why are you talking about this? Even if you don't have any children, is it possible that the palace still lacks a bowl of food from you?"
Seeing her crying so hard, the emperor couldn't help but sit up, half-armed her waist and said.
"Your Majesty, during the time when you were unconscious, I was thinking that if you went, I would go with you, so as not to stay in this world and be looked down upon by others!"
Mrs. Shen even fell into the emperor's arms, crying bitterly, her body trembling uncontrollably.
"That's what you said, but my body is getting heavier and heavier. I'm afraid it won't be easy to give you another son..."
Although he is only in his early forties now, his health has become worse and worse in the past few years, and he often feels out of breath at night.
Many times he was afraid that he would never wake up from his sleep.
Especially when it comes to matters between men and women, he has been increasingly unable to do what he wants in recent years. He always does things hastily, which has almost become a worry for him.
"Your Majesty, I want to adopt a son from the clan. After a hundred years, Your Majesty, I will have someone to support me so that I won't be driven out of the palace to starve to death when I grow old!"
When Mrs. Shen said this, she became more and more sad, but the emperor felt more and more that something was not right in his heart.
"The matter of adopting an heir is not a trivial matter. You should choose first, and we will discuss it later if you find a suitable one!"
Fortunately, the emperor was not too confused and did not agree directly. Mrs. Shen also noticed the emperor's displeasure and did not continue.
"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is asking for an audience outside the palace!"
Mrs. Shen was about to say something else to save the emperor's mind, when the voice of the little eunuch outside the door sounded just right.
"Let him come in, haven't I told him everything? The state affairs have been busy recently, so let him put state affairs first. As for the matter of morning and evening, he can come when he has time. It's okay if he doesn't come if he doesn't have time! "
Seeing the prince coming, Mrs. Shen could only apologize, then turned and left.
"What's going on in Fushi City? Is there any news now?"
When only the father and son were left in the hall, the emperor let out a long sigh and then asked.
"The Prime Minister just sent news that Fushi City...is broken..."
After Liu Qi finished speaking, he remained silent for a long time, and the hall fell into a long silence. After the city was destroyed, all living things were destroyed, and everyone was destroyed.
What's more important is that Fushi City is destroyed. What about the weapons in the city...
If these things fell into the hands of the Huns, the country would be in danger.
"Our detective horses couldn't get close at all. More than 30 people died and we only got the news that the city was broken..."
Liu Qi's voice was a little low. Since ancient times, there has always been unparalleled blessings, and misfortunes never come singly. With Fushi City in ruins, I am afraid that we must be prepared for the fall of Daiguo.
"Have you sent the person who delivered the letter to Liu Deng?"
No matter how worried the emperor was, at this point, he could only take one step at a time.
"The messenger has been sent, but there has been no reply until now. It's a long journey. I'm afraid the Huns have already arrived before the reply arrives..."
"Then be prepared for the fall of Dai. Send people to find Liu Deng's whereabouts. No matter what, you must bring him back to me. The third child only has this bloodline left. As a father, I can't Seeing his only son die like this..."
When he said this, Liu Heng was heartbroken. In just a few years, he had experienced the white-haired man sending the black-haired man away twice in a row.
Now, seeing that the only one of his grandchildren who can be reused is once again uncertain about his life or death, one can imagine how uncomfortable he feels at this moment...
"Father, don't worry, my son will send someone out right away to bring this kid back no matter what!"
The existence of Liu Deng is a crucial link for both Liu Heng and Liu Qi. If the land is lost, it can be fought back, and if the soldiers are gone, they can be retrained.
But if his acting king is gone, that state will really be gone. Once the state is eliminated, the land ownership of the three counties under the jurisdiction of that state will once again become a hot bait for many princes and kings to compete for. .
I am afraid that the entire court will become disorganized again because of this. There are powerful enemies looking around outside and princes and kings making trouble inside. However, my body is not up to par. Once I pass away, I am afraid that internal and external troubles will break out together.
Liu Heng was originally ill, but when he thought of this, he became even more sad. The tears were like beads with broken strings, falling continuously.
Just when the emperor and the prince were worried about the situation, Guan Fu was already trapped in a bitter battle.
It was really difficult for 5,000 Modao troops to block the four city gates. After all, there were tens of thousands of Huns in the city.
Even though Guan Fu occupies a favorable location, the Huns are outnumbered after all. Even though they suffered some minor setbacks before, as time goes by, the balance of victory is still tilting towards the Huns bit by bit.
"The general is in trouble, the Huns have begun to dig out the other three city gates!"
