The King of Song held his cold fingertips and said what Emperor Zhou was thinking: "Since we have reached this juncture, I don't care whether I have violated a taboo or not. Can I use the method of tiger and wolf?" Medicine to lift your majesty’s spirit? Even if it only takes half a quarter of an hour, it’s enough!”
Emperor Zhou looked over with hope.
Now that things have come to a point, it would be better to gain that moment of time than to linger on.
He really didn't ask for much.
Just let him get rid of the queen and the eldest son of the emperor, release Jiang Maoyan, and make the seventh prince the crown prince.
It is indeed a bad thing for a country to have a young ruler, but it will not be worse than it is now.
In addition, it is better to have Uncle Song and Jiang Maoyan jointly assist the government than asking the queen and the emperor's eldest son to unite with the old nobles to destroy this country that has been soaked in his hard work!
However, the imperial doctor once again gave a negative answer.
"Your Majesty has been busy with paperwork in recent years, and his body has long been overwhelmed. As for all the diseases of the ancestors of Zhou Kingdom, Your Majesty actually also... If you really use the medicine of tiger and wolf, I am afraid that you may not be able to have a moment of leisure. , On the contrary, my body couldn’t bear it first..."
Emperor Zhou almost fell into despair.
The illness was accompanied by weakening physical strength and blurred consciousness. This short meeting consumed most of his remaining energy, and he soon fell into deep darkness just like before.
After that, Emperor Zhou woke up intermittently twice, and all he saw were King Song or other clan members.
The queen never came to see him.
Because there is no need.
The couple knew very well that for them, whether they saw each other or not, it actually had no meaning.
What can really determine the future direction is whether Emperor Zhou can recover his body, even to the extent that he can speak a few words.
And once he can speak, no matter whether the queen is here or not, he will immediately order her deposed and sent to the eighteenth level of hell.
This matter was decided when the queen ordered Jiang Maoyan to be imprisoned, and it had nothing to do with whether she served the emperor diligently when he was seriously ill.
Emperor Zhou didn't care whether the queen was there or not.
When he was awake for a short period of time, he used all his strength to pray to God to let me get better in a short time!
Just half an hour!
Even if you can just say a few words!
Of course Jiang Maoyan can die.
He could die on the new king's grand cause, on the ten thousand-year foundation for the Zhou Kingdom, on his ideals and ambitions, but he could not die on the conspiracies of the inner palace and the external dynasty. On the criticism!
Jiang Maoyan could not die in such an unbearable death, let alone suffer such humiliation and torture!
But God did not hear, or in other words, responded to Emperor Zhou's prayer.
His body showed no signs of recovery.
On the contrary, a few days later, King Song came to his hospital bed with a somewhat complicated expression and told him a piece of news that he didn't know whether it was good or bad - the emperor's eldest son was dead. .
He also told him the cause of death of the emperor's eldest son.
Emperor Zhou was in a very calm mood.
Because although the death of the emperor's eldest son can cause a considerable blow to the queen, it will not change his disadvantage at this time.
If you die, just die.
He thought without malice:
If you die now, you can still get a posthumous title that is more sympathetic.
If he dies after a few years, he may become the king of the new dynasty who will posthumously subjugate his country.
But his predicament did not change in any way.
On the contrary, some changes have taken place in my living conditions.
Because the queen decided to make the sixth prince the new king, the sixth prince's mother, Concubine Quan, began to appear in his palace.
After not seeing her for many years, she is still stunningly beautiful.
But for him, what's the use?
As time passed, Emperor Zhou clearly felt that death was approaching.
When that moment finally arrived, he had a vague realization in his heart, as if an invisible hand was holding his throat.
He was out of breath, his breathing quickened, and by some strange coincidence, he was able to speak!
Emperor Zhou was like a drowning man grabbing the last straw. He almost couldn't wait to open his mouth and said intermittently: "Call, call Jiang Maoyan..."
As soon as the words fell to the ground, his throat relaxed and tightened, and his palms fell down weakly. This wise and mighty emperor passed away!
The state of the soul after death is so wonderful, as if all the previous illnesses have escaped from the decaying body.
Emperor Zhou floated up a little unaccustomedly, moved his hands and feet, and when he was familiar with the current situation, Concubine Quan had already rushed over from the side hall.
Emperor Zhou listened helplessly as San Sheng told Concubine Quan what he said before his death, and then he saw...
Concubine Quan suddenly hugged San Sheng? ! ! !
Emperor Zhou: "???"
Slowly type three question marks.
what's the situation? !
Am I dead? !
Oh I forgot, I did die.
But cuddling in front of a recently deceased person is too much for you two, right? !
Also, how could Sansheng and Quanfei get together? !
Fortunately, San Sheng quickly pushed Concubine Quan away politely.
Emperor Zhou stared at the two of them suspiciously, looking at Sansheng, then at Concubine Quan, and finally rested his eyes on Concubine Quan's face.
That stunningly beautiful woman still had wet tears on her face, and her pear blossoms and rain were alluring to the country.
She looked sad and said with sobs: "The queen is powerful and the princess has always been stubborn. If Ming'er is helped to the throne by them, then we, mother and son, will not be able to get rid of him until we die." Their control can only be manipulated by others..."
Emperor Zhou: "...huh?!"
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Concubine Quan, you have something!
And there seems to be a lot of stuff!
If you want to say who has read the most books in the harem, it is undoubtedly the Queen. But if you want to say who has the strongest political literacy in the harem, at this moment, I should recommend Concubine Quan!
This thing is not tied to reading ability, it depends largely on talent.
In this blink of an eye, Concubine Quan was able to think of getting the legitimacy of the Sixth Prince's succession from herself, and she made a prompt decision to impress the three provinces with her beauty and tenderness, regardless of political quality. Even his thinking ability is quite outstanding!
He even felt a little annoyed because of this - hey, I was still too ruthless back then. I only knew how to appreciate beauty and enjoy a young body. I should have more spiritual communication with others!
After regretting it, Emperor Zhou thought happily: Concubine Quan is a woman with breasts, how could her son be so bad?
Wuhu~
It seems that God still heard my prayer!
Lao Liu, my dear Lao Liu, you must live up to your expectations! ! !
The messenger from the underworld has arrived, and Emperor Zhou has to leave here no matter how reluctant he is to leave.
But the super qualities displayed by Concubine Quan in that moment gave him a certain amount of confidence, and even Jiang Maoyan's fatal situation seemed to be revived. He could finally feel a little more at ease.
When Emperor Zhou arrived in the underworld, he received unanimous cordial greetings from his ancestors.
In the human world, he has indeed done a good job!
As for the chaos before his death, it was purely an accident, no one could have imagined it!
Others comforted him confidently: "It's okay, Concubine Quan is so smart, your sixth child must be good too, everything will be fine!"
Emperor Zhou nodded vigorously: "Well, that must be the case!"
