Song Wen was sad and angry at the same time.
The Yulin guards guarding the harem would not open the door for him.
Song Wen cried and shouted: "Tamar's Majesty is about to die, and you still guard the palace gate! Do you think I am willing to come?"
Someone wanted to murder Your Majesty. Mr. Di traveled thousands of miles to die under their plot, just to save Your Majesty's life. You still won't let me in?
Are you really not allowed in? Then I left. Whatever the consequences, you have to bear them yourself!
What a bullshit martial artist, what a bullshit Yu Linwei, they all want His Majesty to die. She is going to die, you all go eat shit with the Wu family!
I just feel sorry for my Lord Di, my Lord Di..."
After cursing, Song Wen held his head and cried loudly.
Such a damn world, such a palace that deserves to collapse, Di Ying, he is just a fool.
Is the joke gone? What's the point of being so worthless? Can’t you just live for yourself?
The sky is falling and there is a tall person holding it up. Di Ying, what are you doing?
And just when Song Wen was crying like a fool and cursing so hard that he was out of breath, the palace door opened.
It is a matter of His Majesty's life and death, and Master Di risked his life to send back the news. No one dares to bear the consequences, let alone not open the door.
The captain guarding the gate was kind enough to help Song Wen onto his horse and allowed him to ride the horse into the palace.
Song Wen wanted to refuse. Secretly, he wanted His Majesty to be buried with Di Ying.
But considering that Di Ying had sacrificed his life for this, he gritted his teeth and persisted, and delivered the news to His Majesty.
…
Now seeing His Majesty fainting and giving Princess Taiping a little lesson, Song Wen, who was in a slightly better mood, suddenly thought: Maybe Di Ying's efforts were worth it, right?
Di Ying repeatedly pulled the tiger's hair, but the tiger didn't bite him to death. Is this a kind of mutual respect between king and minister?
Your Majesty actually knows the importance of Di Ying, right?
Your Majesty actually understands that Di Ying is a person who is devoted to the country, right?
Because at times like this, even Song Wen has a little selfishness, let alone others?
I'm afraid that if there is even the slightest disturbance in His Majesty's situation, there will be storms behind him.
The court will be in chaos, the country will be in chaos, foreign enemies will take advantage of the situation to invade, and then all forces will fight you to the death...
Song Wen thought about it, and Lingling shivered.
He almost became an accomplice of the evildoer.
It's just that His Majesty fainted, no, are you okay?
fine.
Under emergency treatment, His Majesty slowly opened his eyes after the convulsion.
"Where's Di Huaijie?"
She gasped and spoke her first words weakly.
Yuan Zheng knelt down.
His gray beard trembled, and he replied with seemingly irrelevant words: "Your Majesty, the red liquid spilled in front of your dragon bed has been tested. It contains unknown substances. I'm afraid... I'm afraid it will be harmful to your dragon body. .Weichen, Weichen, etc. are incompetent. Still, still..."
"No more words."
The old emperor interrupted the dean's words and closed his eyes. At this time, she didn't want to hear any apology.
A tear slipped from the corner of her eye.
Di Huaijie, Di Huaijie, you tried your best to save me, but you succeeded.
But your life is gone. If I am in danger again, who will come to save me like this again?
All around me are people who are looking at me with eager eyes.
Taiping wants to get rid of me, and the prince wants to get rid of me.
The descendants of the Wu family, the Li family, and the Wu-Li family all want to get rid of me.
There are also ministers who have stood in line and men who look down on women. They all want to get rid of me.
Only you, only you Di Huaijie, want to risk your life to save me.
Even though you are already dead, you are still using your body to knock on my palace door and save my life in time.
Di Huaijie, I was wrong...
"Hel me up, I will personally order Di Huaijie to be buried with honors."
The old emperor opened his eyes, wiped away his tears, and stood up.
With Su Hong's help, he slowly stood up and walked out of the side hall.
Every step is as heavy as a mountain.
Dragging his legs that felt very weak, the old emperor recalled Di Huaijie's footsteps and back when he was beaten into the Magistrate's Court and entered the palace.
That kind of sadness and powerlessness is just like myself now, right?
The old emperor thought sadly.
But just when she was thinking like this, feeling so sad, and missing so much, she was about to see Di Ying's body.
But he saw Di Ying, standing in the center of the dormitory, alive and well.
Looking at himself with a smile.
The old emperor: "..."
She rubbed her eyes, looked at Song Wen who was still crying next to Di Ying, then looked at everything in the palace, and then looked at Su Hong beside her.
He said with a wry smile: "I was dazzled, and I actually saw Di Huaijie coming to see me. Or is his heroic spirit back? Are you worried about it? Come back and see if I'm okay? It's really... difficult for him."
Su Hong: "..."
He glanced at His Majesty, then lowered his head.
It is said that when he heard the news of Di Ying's death, Su Hong was also shocked.
His Majesty was in a convulsion, and Su Hong couldn't care less about having any thoughts of his own.
Su Hong was stunned when Yu Linwei opened the middle door and carried Di Ying's "corpse" into the hall in a sedan chair.
Really... Master Di is really gone?
Su Hong sat down.
Sitting on the embroidered pier, I couldn't calm down for a while.
Until the hospital chief and the imperial doctors were muttering.
"Your Majesty has another convulsion, alas." The old man was sighing.
Vice-President Wang also sighed: "How many times has this happened? It gets more serious every time. How can I treat this?"
Vice-president Zhao said: "It's not that there is no way to cure it, but who dares to cure it? We have just discussed the treatment method, but we have to stick more than a dozen silver needles on His Majesty's dragon head... Who dares to stick it? Anyway, I don't dare."
"Yes, yes, you don't even dare to judge Zhao Yuan, let alone us."
"Master Yuanzheng, how about you take action? This time I have to count on you."
The imperial doctors, imperial doctors, etc. below all encouraged the old doctor.
The old hospital is at a loss what to do.
In fact, they have always been more or less Taiping doctors. When they really encounter a fatal disease, they often either cannot, but dare not.
Whether it is cured or not cured, people may die. It's not like I'm alone.
No one will think that he has a long life.
So no one of them is willing to take even the slightest risk.
Especially now that His Majesty is suffering from this disease.
If everyone says there is nothing they can do and everyone knows His Majesty is in critical condition, then they cannot save him and at most they will be scolded as useless or kicked out of the hospital.
If there is a way, but it doesn't reach the level of bringing the dead back to life, then it's all in vain.
Besides, even if Lao Yuan dares to fight to the death, he really doesn't have much confidence in his majesty's head being stabbed with more than a dozen silver needles.
If Your Majesty doesn't wake up...
The more I think about it, the colder my spine becomes.
He shook his head and said: "It's not that I don't dare, but it's really that I am incompetent. If you are not completely sure, you still have to be cautious."
