Under the mountain gate of Renzhi Palace.
The breeze blew against my face, but it did not bring any coolness. Instead, it was filled with a strong stench of blood.
Buzz!
Buzz!
A bunch of flies fluttered up and down happily, as if celebrating this rare feast.
Their feast is three bloody heads.
There are three heads hanging on the mountain gate!
"Er Zhuhuan, Qiao Gongshan..."
Fang Xuanling identified the head, her voice trembled slightly,
"besides……"
He tilted his head and looked at Du Ruhui.
"Fengju!" Du Ruhui gritted his molar teeth and growled with red eyes.
That third head belonged to his cousin Du Fengju!
Er Zhuhuan and Qiao Gongshan were the people who exposed the "rebellion between the prince and Yang Wenqian".
The emperor left without saying hello, but the head of the person who reported the prince's rebellion hung high here.
And Du Fengju was the secret liaison between Tiance Mansion and Er Zhuhuan. Now he was also found out and his head was hanging at the mountain gate.
The meaning is chilling!
"Your Majesty... Your Highness..."
Changsun Wuji's face turned pale. He looked at Li Shimin who also had an ashen complexion and stuttered,
"What...what should we do now?"
All the confidants turned their attention to Li Shimin.
In this moment of shock, they could no longer use their previous wisdom and could only place their hope on Li Shimin, the backbone.
At this moment, Li Shimin's expression was relatively calm, but the slight trembling in his figure gave him away.
His head is also a mess at the moment! Only endless negative emotions emerge from my heart!
Fear, frustration, unwillingness, resentment, despair...
The crowds were coming, almost drowning him!
"me……"
Li Shimin suddenly clenched his fists, and for a moment he was so anxious that his heart was filled with phlegm. He rolled his eyes, leaned back and fainted!
"Your Highness! Your Highness!"
"His Highness has fainted! Go and find the doctor quickly! Come to the doctor!"
In an instant, all the staff in the Tiance Mansion were in a mess. They hugged Li Shimin and shouted anxiously!
But as soon as the emperor left, except for a few maids who stayed in the palace, he had already taken away all the people. Where could there be any doctor in this barren mountain?
"Your Highness! You must not let anything happen to you!"
"The worst we can do is rebel! As long as we can escape to Luoyang, we can build our own banner as emperor, and I, Yuchi, will help His Highness fight against Chang'an!"
"Wake up quickly!"
Yuchi Gong's eyes were about to burst as he hugged Li Shimin and walked quickly down the mountain.
He was stumbling along the way, like a headless fly. How could he still have the same pace as when he went up the mountain?
"Ah, what's going on, Your Highness?!"
The maid who had just returned from the mountain was startled when she saw Li Shimin unconscious in Yuchi Gong's arms, and hurriedly came up to greet him.
"Sister, are there any good doctors around here? His Highness has fainted and needs medical treatment in urgent need!"
Fang Xuanling repeatedly handed over her hands, and even though she was old, she actually called "Sister" to a little palace maid.
He couldn't care about anything at the moment, he just wanted to save Li Shimin!
"Mother?"
The palace maid was slightly startled and said with some hesitation,
"There are not many serious doctors... But more than 20 miles away from Shandong, there is Moyu Mountain. There lives a hermit on the mountain. He is known as Mr. Poverty Relief. He is very capable."
"Although he is not a doctor who specializes in treating diseases, I heard that he has cured many strange diseases and is quite famous. People of this generation, whether rich or poor, turn to him for help in everything."
"so……"
She was about to say more, but she saw Yu Chigong's eyes suddenly widened and he roared:
"Take! Me! Go!"
"quick!!"
Palace maid: "!!!"
…
Moyu Mountain, in a small courtyard on the mountainside.
Xu Fenglei held a piece of paper in front of him and looked at the mountain couple in front of him.
The man clenched his fists and stared straight at him, but the woman held the corners of her clothes and did not dare to raise her head.
"Mr. Poverty Alleviation, tell me whether we can have a boy?"
After a moment of silence, the man finally lost his temper.
Xu Fenglei glanced at the two of them again and said:
"Judging from Dou Shu Pai, it is impossible for the child Gong Huaji to give birth to a son, and even if he does, he will die young."
He paused for a moment and then added: "It's not five years old, it's seven years old. This is fate."
As soon as these words came out, the woman's figure immediately straightened.
The man's expression changed, he suddenly stood up, tilted his head to his wife fiercely, and cursed:
"I knew you, a loser, couldn't give birth to a son! Mom was right, I shouldn't have let you into my house in the first place!"
"Sangmen Xing, I'll divorce you when I get back! Damn it..."
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo in here and ours eyes full of despair.
As a mountaineer, she certainly knows how miserable the fate of being divorced will be...
It's all my fault for my unsatisfactory belly, my damn inability to give birth to a son!
At this moment, endless resentment arose in her heart. She hated not others, but herself.
When everyone waiting outside the door saw this, they all shook their heads:
"She looks like a good woman, but she can't give birth to a son? Isn't this Ke Fu!"
"Tsk, why would you marry such an ominous woman? Their family is also in bad luck, having hired such a woman..."
"Yes! In the future, when you recruit a wife, you must ask Mr. Poverty Relief to check it out first. We can't do such stupid things!"
"Yep……"
There are different opinions, but no one feels that the insulted woman is pitiful, they all feel sorry for the man.
In this era, it is really a fatal thing if the incense cannot continue!
"Hello!"
Xu Fenglei slapped the piece of paper on the table, frowned and scolded,
"You don't understand what I'm saying?"
"I'm talking about you, Gong Huaji, the arrogant woman, not your mother-in-law!"
"You can't give birth to a son in this life. Why do you blame your wife? Don't go crazy here!"
The man was startled suddenly, and the "fragrance" in his mouth stopped abruptly.
The woman looked up suddenly.
Everyone outside the door closed their mouths in unison.
"...Me?" The man couldn't believe it and pointed at himself.
"Yes, it's you, it's you, it's you."
Xu Fenglei said displeasedly,
"I'll be honest today. You can have ten thousand wives and ten thousand children, but you won't be able to give birth to a son. This is your destiny!"
"Okay, next one!"
The man looked around blankly, his heart suddenly agitated.
The next second, Pu Tong fell to his knees!
He still refused to give up and almost begged:
"Mr. Poverty Alleviation, is there any way to remedy this? My family is a one-person family!"
Xu Fenglei shook his head and said coldly: "No, go back!"
There was nothing else he could do, but he didn't want to help the person in front of him.
If something happens, instead of looking for problems on yourself, start by scolding your innocent wife.
A typical example of being unable to poop because the center of the earth has no gravity!
"Let's go..." His wife stood up, pulled the corner of his clothes, and said softly.
The man stood up, turned around slowly, and crossed the threshold.
His world seemed to have lost its color.
Everyone was silent as they watched the two leave, while a few shook their heads and sighed.
"It's weird, why doesn't anyone say this guy is a Sangmen star?"
Xu Fenglei smiled slightly, looking at the people who came to ask for help, and said with a little sarcasm.
"Hey, hey hey..."
Everyone laughed.
"Next."
Xu Fenglei calmed down his expression and said calmly.
An old lady crutched through the door.
"Mr. Poverty Relief, I want to see when my son can come back. There has been no news for several years..."
