Hey, this is a little weird!
King Yan thought to himself, isn't the old man sick?
Why is there no one to serve you?
He sniffed the air vigorously, but could not smell even a trace of medicine.
Thinking back to what my mother said that day, except for a few who were on duty at critical points, the old man had almost all the imperial doctors brought here. Is this just a pure detention?
It's a little too unreasonable.
It can't be that Yan Zhao falsely conveyed the imperial edict, or that the old man had other things to do, so he threw out a smoke bomb and sneaked out of the palace on his own, right?
These two thoughts circulated in my heart for a while, but were rejected by King Yan himself.
Yan Zhao does not have such courage, let alone the ability to deceive superiors and subordinates. As for the latter - if this is the case, how could the old man not reveal any information to his wife and eldest son?
He is a prince, so why would he sneak here like a thief?
King Yan suppressed his doubts and entered the bedroom with his waist bent. The curtains inside were still lowered, but he did not see any servants or palace attendants.
King Yan was about to confirm that the old man was not here, and was about to go out to find Yan Zhao to find out what happened, but unexpectedly he heard a rustling sound coming from the bed.
He secretly added a caution, walked forward quietly with gentle steps, suddenly stretched out his hand, and lifted off the bedding that was piled messily on the bed——
The emperor's regular clothes had not been changed for about two days, and they were wrinkled and curled up. The Yishan crown on his head was thrown away somewhere, and he didn't know that a man and a cat were crying under the quilt. How long has it been? His eyes are red and his face is heavily stained with tears.
Eyes facing each other.
King Yan: (゜ロ゜)
Emperor: (゜ロ゜)
Not a still picture.
King Yan: (゜ロ゜)
Emperor: (゜ロ゜)
Not a still picture.
I don't know how much time passed, but the father and son spoke in unison.
King Yan was surprised and said: "Dad, why are you crying?"
The emperor warned: "What did you see?"
King Yan: "..."
emperor:! ! !
Hey, I, the fourth child, am about to die!
Queen Yan reacted belatedly and immediately added: "Dad, I didn't see anything!"
The emperor suddenly became angry, wiped his face randomly, jumped up from the bed, raised his leg and kicked him!
King Yan hurriedly avoided and was shocked again!
Ah this...
Didn't he say he was terminally ill?
What kind of situation is this... a flashback?
Isn’t this photo a bit too powerful? !
King Yan was so frightened that he was even in a daze. He staggered back a few steps, but was accidentally caught by the curtain in front of the bed and fell onto his back.
The emperor picked up the pillow on the bed and smashed it over.
King Yan: Wucao, help! ! !
He rolled to the side and dodged the fatal pillow, and then headed for the door without saying a word.
Only then did the scene happen in front of everyone.
…
Zhu Di was stunned when he saw Grandpa Huang getting up in public and snatching the snowman's head away. He was dumbfounded and even before he could recover, he heard a muffled "bang" and the snowball became solid. It hit the top of King Yan's head, split into pieces in an instant, and turned into several pieces after falling to the ground.
Yan Zhao looked at the remaining snow on the ground with a slightly complicated expression, and then looked at the head of the former emperor's eldest grandson in front of him with deep meaning.
Zhu Di was completely confused: "Ah this..."
He was confused, and so was King Yan.
The personal guards had always known the relationship between father and son in the Tian family. Seeing that the emperor had no other instructions, they gently let go of King Yan, who fell limply to the ground.
The prince's disbelieving exclamation came from not far away: "Fourth brother!"
The emperor and Zhu Di trembled at the same time.
The former came to his senses, turned around and quickly slipped into the inner hall.
The latter came to his senses and walked to meet his father in this life.
The prince took two steps at a time, without caring about his appearance, and almost jogged all the way to the front. He didn't even have time to pay attention to the people's salutes, so he knelt down and looked at King Yan's condition with a worried look on his face.
King Yan was dizzy and his eyes were blurry.
When he was born, the emperor was fighting everywhere and had no time to take care of his family. It was the prince, the eldest brother, who took care of him the most. In addition, the two were brothers from the same mother, so they were naturally very close.
Reluctantly opening his eyes to see clearly who was coming, King Yan burst into tears of grievance and complained loudly: "Brother, dad hit me on the head with a snowball!"
The prince couldn't care about anything else for the moment. He held his younger brother's hand tightly and asked, "Fourth brother, do you have a headache, are you dizzy, and can you stand up?"
King Yan saw that his brother was so anxious that his face turned pale, and he couldn't help feeling a little regretful. Instead, he deliberately kept the matter in a light tone: "I just felt dizzy at the time, but I'm much better now..."
The prince didn't understand his younger brother's thoughts, so he asked him to lie half-lying on the ground for the time being and not to get up rashly. He also took off the fox fur cloak on his lower body and let him put it under him to avoid falling. cold.
After all the arrangements were made, he looked around with a rare solemn expression: "Don't you see that King Yan is unwell? Find an imperial doctor!"
Dong Gong, who has always been gentle and steady, speaks so harshly, and looks even more frightening than the emperor.
Several chamberlains in Qianqing Palace looked at each other, and the leader said tremblingly: "The imperial doctors are all detained in the side hall. Without the emperor's instructions, the servants dare not make any decisions..."
The prince said sternly: "Don't you know that my father ordered me to supervise the country alone? If you can't even take charge of a few imperial doctors, then you still have to supervise a shitty country!"
When the chamberlain heard this, he couldn't help wiping away the cold sweat. He didn't dare to hesitate anymore and bravely went to the side hall.
The prince then said to his close confidant who was born in the East Palace behind him: "Go and ask the queen mother to come over, and then go out of the palace to tell some of the emperor's younger brothers! The whole family can't eat or sleep, and they are all worried about him. He is like this What is he doing again? If he doesn’t want to live a happy life, then everyone should stop living!”
Everyone changed their colors when they heard that Dong Gong Ci Feng was pointing directly at the emperor.
Even King Yan gave a weak advice: "Brother, please don't get angry yet, maybe there is some misunderstanding..."
"Misunderstanding? Don't I have eyes myself?!"
The prince sneered and said: "Look at the way my father walked into the palace quickly, did he look like he was in poor health? If he was really unwell, could he still hit people with snowballs?!"
King Yan shrank his neck like a quail, with a low eyebrow and a submissive look.
The rest of the people also lowered their heads when they heard it, and they were submissive and did not dare to say anything.
The prince's eyes were like lightning, and he looked around and said in a cold voice: "Who gave the father the snowball just now? Stand up for me!"
Zhu Di: "..."
Yaoshou, my eldest brother is so scary when he is angry!
A match for Grandpa Huang...
He also shrunk his neck like a quail, stood up with a low eyebrow, and whispered: "Father."
The prince furrowed his brows and said with an unhappy expression: "Brother Ying, why is it you?"
Zhu Di quickly pointed to the snowman not far away and defended: "I am worried about Grandpa Huang. I want to see him, but I can't get in, so I want to build a snowman the same size as me to accompany Grandpa Huang here..." "
The prince nodded slightly when he heard this, but did not express his anger at him: "You have your heart."
The emperor was in the palace at this time, but he had been observing the development here with concentration.
Seeing that the prince was furious and extremely angry, he couldn't help but snorted: "Why is he trying to anger others? He just wants to take the opportunity to vent his grievances against him and me!"
Then he said seductively: "You are so audacious, you are really rebelling against him! Let's see how I deal with him!"
The head chamberlain stood on one side with a complicated expression, looking at the always majestic and stern emperor, bending down and sticking out his butt. The cat tore a small hole in the gauze covering the window and peeked out. He couldn't help but wipe it with a handkerchief. Wipe the sweat that just poured out from your forehead.
He even echoed: "Ah, yes, yes!"
While the prince was talking outside, several chamberlains who had left in a hurry had already brought two imperial doctors over.
Before he could salute, the prince waved his sleeves to stop him: "Let's see King Yan first!"
The two of them hurriedly responded, squatted down to check the pulse, and then opened King Yan's eyelids to take a look, and finally said: "His Royal Highness, King Yan, is young and healthy, and there is no serious problem. Just take a few medicines and you'll be fine."
"Yeah?"
The prince was dubious and turned to look at his younger brother: "How do you feel now?"
King Yan said in a low voice, "I'm just a little dizzy, but it doesn't hurt much."
The prince immediately said: "Then don't move easily, and follow me to the palace to rest for a while. When the situation is a little better, then go to the East Palace."
He also ordered the people around him: "Go and prepare a sedan chair for King Yan, and then send someone to deliver the message to King Yan's palace, so that Princess Yan won't worry."
After King Yan heard this, his head, which didn't hurt at first, started to hurt.
He hesitated and pulled the prince's sleeve: "Brother, dad didn't even say anything..."
The prince was furious: "Isn't he sick? Doesn't he want me to have full power to deal with state and family affairs? Even if I say so, what are you afraid of?!"
King Yan lowered his head obediently: "...Oh."
The prince personally helped him stand up, and then ordered his attendants to open the door.
The emperor scolded him again with a sullen face, "You traitor!" Then he ran into the bedroom and closed the door tightly.
King Yan was placed on the couch in front of the south window. Two new heaters were moved in front of him. He slept on his father's bed and lived in his father's palace. King Yan had always been fearless. The heroic spirit of not being afraid can't help but be a little timid at this time.
The eldest brother usually looks gentle and gentle...
It's really scary to lose your temper!
He subconsciously shrank toward the corner.
