Cumulus clouds, as thick and dull as snow-capped mountains, pressed extremely low, and the lead-gray clouds blocked the light, making the entire capital become gray.
The splendid palace is like a crawling giant beast. After the light golden halo fades away, only the terrifying eerieness remains.
The first drops of rain fell, and then came the storm.
A eunuch quickly turned the corner, carefully holding a tray in his hand, which contained freshly brewed medicine.
The medicine was delivered.
Not long after, there was a crisp sound inside, and the sound of breaking porcelain was obscured by the sound of rain, making it hard to hear.
"ah!"
Then, another exclamation came from inside.
There was no other sound.
After the incident of vomiting blood in the imperial study room, the emperor remained ill, and all important memorials were sent directly to the palace for review.
The palace was even more heavily guarded. Only those who delivered potions and memorials were left, and no one else was allowed to approach.
The emperor was so ill that even the queen was detained in front of the bed to wait on him.
I don’t know what kind of abuse this beautiful person will receive.
Not long after the eunuch who delivered the medicine left the palace, he met an acquaintance.
"How is it? Are you feeling better today, Your Majesty?"
The eunuch who delivered the medicine shook his head, "I didn't see anyone, so I thought it was bad. I heard that he even dropped the medicine bowl."
How can this person get better without taking medicine?
The heavy rain fell on the umbrella, but the rain was too heavy, and a large area of my body was still wet.
The two people who were chatting briefly met and separated, and the news flew through the layers of palace walls and flew into the hands of interested people.
But in the palace.
Mo Qin threw the memorial onto Jun Ye and angrily ran to the table and sat down. Jun Ye, who was leaning on the bed, was only wearing a thin undershirt, and his long black hair was scattered on the brocade quilt.
His raised lips were an excessively bright red, and two scratches could be faintly seen under his carelessly open clothes, which were obviously freshly made last night.
Mo Qin's tone was full of resentment, "You are sick in the house, why can't I go out?"
Jun Ye rolled off the bed, put his bare feet on the ground, and walked towards Mo Qin without adjusting his clothes.
"Wouldn't it be better for you to stay here with me?"
Mo Qin turned her head away from him and refused.
Seeing someone coming to sit next to her, she stood up and started to leave, but Jun Ye held her wrist and pulled her back. His arm was wrapped around her waist, and she was pulled into his arms.
Mo Qin wanted to break free, but Jun Ye refused to let go, "Hurry up and read your memorial!"
He didn't even read the memorials, he just coaxed in a low voice, "Read it to me, I'm still sick now."
Jun Ye's face was rosy, with a cunning light in his eyes, like a child playing pranks, and he didn't look sick at all.
It's okay if I don't mention it, but I get angry again when I mention Mo Qin.
Earlier, Jun Ye said he didn't want to read the memorial and begged Mo Qin to read it to him. Mo Qin agreed thinking that this man was betrayed by a good friend and felt sorry for him.
But before she finished reading a book, this person became unruly. Mo Qin glared at him, but instead of stopping, he let her continue reading.
She sneered, "What a beautiful idea!"
The two of them pulled together and saw that Jun Ye's clothes spread even further, but he didn't care.
"Okay, then don't read the memorial and do something else."
With that said, he continued what he had unfinished before.
"Your memorial hasn't been written yet..."
"It's okay. It won't take half an hour to finish reading those memorials. It won't be too late to read them later..."
What Yun Rongsheng did didn't seem to leave any traces in Jun Ye's heart. Except for the day when the incident occurred, when he sat there for several hours, the subsequent plans were all done in an orderly manner. He said that he didn't forget to have fun even when he was locked up in the house after being ill.
Except for the necessary things, he lived a ridiculous life.
It was a rare indulgence for him in the past twenty years.
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The rain continued the next day.
Jun Chen sat on the bed and listened to the rain outside the window, feeling increasingly irritable.
Yesterday, a letter was delivered from outside the mansion. The troops he had secretly dispatched had arrived at the designated location. Everything was ready, just waiting for Jun Ye to die.
He flipped through the books on his lap casually, thinking about the bright future over and over again in his mind, even in his dreams these past few days.
Suddenly there was a noise outside the house, and the dull and complicated footsteps came from far and near.
He frowned, doubts and uneasiness exploded in his mind. His thoughts were like catkins soaked by heavy rain, nailed into the mud, and unable to move.
"Bold, you..."
boom--
The carved wooden door was knocked open without warning.
Deep and heavy steps came in, stained with muddy water. The armor-clad general had a sword hanging on his waist. Raindrops were dripping from his cold armor and scabbard. The person following him was holding a bright yellow imperial edict.
The cold air that rushed into the room with him made Jun Chen shiver.
Jun Chen's heart sank heavily, and his slightly pale face showed no anger or fear at all.
"General Lin, what are you doing?"
General Lin's cold eyes were like sharp knives, and the corners of his mouth were raised, full of pride and sarcasm.
"Your Majesty has a decree. I know that the prince is inconvenient, so I came here to announce the decree to you."
As he spoke, the two people behind him stepped forward, and the imperial edict embroidered with dragon patterns was slowly unfolded. A long strip looked like the white silk strangling his throat, or like a blade cutting off his head.
Jun Chen's head was buzzing, and General Lin's voice reading the imperial edict loudly overwhelmed the heavy rain outside, destroying his will word by word.
After an unknown amount of time, the edict was finally read out.
To sum up, Jun Ye intended to rebel, so his house was ordered to be confiscated and he was thrown into prison.
"Prince Zunyi, please accept the order." General Lin laughed again after saying that, "Look at my memory, the prince has limited legs and feet and cannot accept the order."
The person next to him who rolled up the imperial edict understood, and held the imperial edict in his hands before Jun Chen.
Jun Chen's face was as dark as water, and he raised his hand to knock down the imperial edict.
"What a Jun Ye! Are you so impatient?"
General Lin was not annoyed, and put his right hand on the hilt of the sword at his side, "Your Majesty, the evidence is conclusive, so don't fight to the death."
Jun Chen held the edge of the bed with both hands, as if he wanted to get up, with a cruel look in his eyes.
"Hahahaha, Jun Ye was lying in bed, but he didn't forget to put me to death! He wanted to kill me, but did he ask the 200,000 troops under my command?!"
General Lin turned around and paused. Instead of being frightened, he actually smiled.
"I'm afraid the prince doesn't know that there was a turmoil at the border a few days ago. Qu Meng, Guan Jie and others returned to the capital without an order, and they were executed last night."
Jun Chen stared angrily, "What?! This is impossible!"
Whether it is in the court or in the army, his arrangements are all in place and complete. Good news has been flowing in these days, how could he fail...
The heavy downpour hit the branches, and the small branches drooped their heads and touched the muddy water. There were shrill cries and begging for mercy from the distance. The thick water vapor in the air made the distant scenery blurry.
Suddenly he seemed to smell the smell of earth and blood.
