Grant military talisman.
Establish a prince.
Issue an edict to sin against yourself.
There were thunderous war drums outside, and Emperor An's hand trembling when he wrote the edict in the Zichen Hall.
After the edict to establish the crown prince was finished, when the words "Edict to sin" had just finished, the sweat from Emperor An's forehead rolled down to the injured area on his face, and he took a breath in pain.
"Your Majesty, wipe your sweat first."
Feng's servant was bowing down and waiting for the pen and ink. When he saw this, he quickly came forward with a brocade handkerchief. He was also injured when he was kicked down earlier, and blood stains could be seen on his torn sleeves.
When An Di leaned closer, he only smelled a strong smell of blood. His already trembling hand became increasingly unable to hold the tip of the pen. When his vision became blurry, it felt like someone was chiseling with a knife and ax in his mind, and the restlessness that had been suppressed in his body continued. His mind was more like a leech that saw blood, his limbs and internal organs began to tremble wildly.
There was more and more cold sweat on his forehead, and the drops fell on the paper and blurred the writing.
Emperor An could feel the sweetness in his mouth as he gritted his teeth, and when he lowered his head and stared at the paper, he could no longer clearly see the writing on it.
Snapped.
The sweat dropped more and more, and there was blood on his lips.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty?"
Seeing that something was wrong with him, Feng Neishi stretched out his hand to help him: "How did you..."
Before he finished speaking, An Di fell to the side with a bang.
"His Majesty!"
Feng's servant was panic-stricken, and only after a series of dangers did he catch An Di and put him under him to catch his upper body.
Yu Yanfeng was shocked and took three steps forward. He saw Emperor An lying in Feng Lai's arms. His face was ferocious as his limbs twitched. He opened and closed his lips as if he wanted something, but when he opened his mouth wide, he could only moan in pain and stare. There seemed to be bloodshot eyes in his eyes, and an alarming flush appeared on his originally pale face.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?" Yu Yanfeng pressed down on Emperor An's hands and feet.
Liu Tongen was also shocked. He suddenly stepped forward and saw that Emperor An was trembling all over. His hands and feet were convulsing, and water mixed with blood was flowing out of his mouth and nose.
He turned his head and shouted: "Are the imperial doctors dead? Why don't you come over to diagnose and treat His Majesty?!"
Everyone else in the hall was shocked by this turn of events. Seeing the pain in Emperor An's face above him, there was an imperial doctor in the table who wanted to step forward in panic, but he didn't want to take half a step when Imperial Doctor Sun stretched out his hand to hold him back.
"Doctor Sun?" The man was surprised.
Dr. Sun's voice was very low: "Your Majesty has always been in good health. Before going to the banquet at night, Dr. Jiang and I just asked for the Ping An pulse..."
The imperial doctor's expression changed instantly, and several other imperial physicians who originally wanted to step forward also stopped.
Imperial Doctor Sun and Imperial Physician Jiang are the chief and deputy judges of the Imperial Medical Office, so their medical skills are unquestionable, and their pulse is fine, but now there is an emergency...
The incident where Emperor An pretended to have a headache and fainted to avoid interrogating an old case in Nandi suddenly came to everyone's mind.
The young Dr. Ling remembered that he had been deceived and couldn't help but mocked: "Your Majesty is afraid that he has another headache, but this disease is really very sensible. The three generations of Weichen's ancestors have never seen such obedient people. emergency."
The people in the palace look strange, but will they soon become sensible?
If it doesn't happen early, it won't happen later. As soon as you write the edict to sin yourself, the disease will come to you.
Emperor An leaned in front of Feng Neishi, his whole body twitching. After hearing what Doctor Ling said, he opened his mouth wide and wanted to speak, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he could only make uncomfortable sounds when the tip of his tongue became swollen. moan.
His chest kept rising and falling, and he gasped for breath.
All the limbs and bones were filled with the pain of being chewed densely, and the internal organs were clamoring crazily for the golden elixir.
Emperor An held Feng's hand tightly and could barely see his face when he raised his eyes.
"Gold...gold..."
"Give it to me..."
An Di raised his head desperately to speak, but his voice was barely audible.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me..."
"His Majesty!"
Feng's wife hugged An Di's upper body, and his face turned pale with anxiety. He saw that An Di's convulsions became more severe, his flushed face began to turn blue, his eyes were stiff and he couldn't breathe.
With red eyes, he stretched out his hand to pinch An Di's heart. When the wide cuffs fell between Andi's mouth and nose, the rich blood mixed with a hint of fragrance made De Andi's symptoms worse, and the severe pain in his head seemed to tear him apart. , even the remaining sanity disappeared.
Emperor An closed his eyes and howled miserably, while Feng's servant choked and begged: "Master Xiao, your Majesty is really in bad condition. Please ask an imperial doctor to take a look at him... I beg you, my servant!"
Liu Tongen was also anxious when he saw Emperor An being like this: "Xiao Yan, Your Majesty has given you everything you asked for. Do you really want to kill the king? If something happens to Your Majesty, you will never be able to live well!"
Although Yu Yanfeng hated Liu Tongen, he didn't want anything to happen to Emperor An. He looked at Xiao Yan with a pleading look on his face and called out "Master Xiao" in a low voice.
Xiao Yan frowned when he saw this: "Since Your Majesty has a headache, I would like to trouble Commander Liu to carry him back to the Yulong Terrace to rest. Commander Yu will stay behind and will lead the imperial army out of the palace with my governor later."
He seemed a little more casual:
"Mr. Sun, you and Dr. Jiang go to diagnose and treat His Majesty. Don't delay His Majesty's condition."
Liu Tongen's expression changed: "I will stay and lead the Imperial Army out of the palace..."
"No need, I can't trust you."
Xiao Yan said unceremoniously: "Besides, you are His Majesty's confidant. If you don't stay with him, he will have to falsely accuse the governor of regicide. As for the Forbidden Army, in the past, Commander Liu did not ask about the affairs in the palace. The defense of the Forbidden Army is all managed by Commander Yu, so there is no need to be active now."
"you!"
Liu Tongen glared angrily, but he really did not dare to leave Emperor An's life and death to others, not even the imperial doctor.
Xiao Yan ignored Liu Tongen's struggling and looked directly at Prince Hatred: "Prince Hatred, His Majesty has issued an imperial edict to appoint the crown prince. You are the crown prince of Wei. Since His Majesty is ill and cannot write or write, then you will be responsible for his criminal edict. Come and write.”
"Me?" Prince Hate was shocked.
"Why, His Highness the Crown Prince is unwilling?" Xiao Yan raised his eyes,
The words "Your Highness the Crown Prince" completely solidified the ups and downs and fear in Prince Hate's heart tonight.
"of course not!"
Prince Hatred tried his best to suppress it but could not hide the joy in his eyes, and he was even more eager when he spoke.
"My father made mistakes in the old case, and tonight he repeatedly reneged on his words, which is not the behavior of a wise king."
"Father, I'm sorry for the He family, I'm sorry for the subjects, and I'm even more sorry for the soldiers and Rongjiang people who died in the battle in the Southland. I am willing to write an imperial edict on behalf of my father to comfort those who died in vain."
Seeing that after he finished speaking, Xiao Yan's expression relaxed and his eyes showed a bit of satisfaction, Prince Hatred knew that he had done the right thing.
"Master Xiao, I will issue an edict for your father to sin on your behalf."
Prince Hatred couldn't wait to walk towards the high platform. Xiao Yan led the people back to leave a way for him to go forward. When he stepped on the steps step by step to Emperor An's side, he looked across the dragon table at the nearby The dragon chair was so close that Prince Hate's hands were trembling with excitement.
It’s done.
It finally happened.
After today, he is the prince, the prince of the East Palace, and the future emperor of the Wei Dynasty.
No one can bully him anymore, he will be the master of the Wei Dynasty, above ten thousand people!
