Wang Liusui swallowed.
other people……
What Duke Fu Guo said makes sense, so can he follow the trend and pull more people into the water?
His king fell in the sixth year, but before he left, he would clear some obstacles for his master...
His jaw was still sore and he had to swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva. He choked and coughed a lot.
I coughed for so long that tears came out.
Vaguely, Wang Liusian glanced at the Holy Master and was instantly excited.
It was useless for him to pull anyone.
The Holy One is not stupid and will definitely guard against his move. Even if he muddies the water, the Holy One will still wait for the water to calm down. Then the water will be water, the mud will be mud, and the layers will be separated.
But there is someone the Holy One doesn't want to let go. If he doesn't bite out some blood, Eunuch Cao will make him covered in blood.
Life is a great hardship, and it is enough to experience it once in your early years.
After working hard for most of his life, both the princes and princes beside His Highness and the royal officials walking outside have stood up straight and enjoyed eating and drinking.
Now if he turns around and suffers a lot, Wang Liuxiang thought, he will definitely not be able to bear it.
"The British Lord," the king's chamberlain guessed the emperor's thoughts, took a deep breath, and said angrily, "He has been getting more and more wrong in the past few years. He doesn't show up and lets a useless son run errands. As long as Zhu Cheng Seriously, how could it be like this? He deserves to be implicated now! This is the fate of his disobedience to His Highness!"
This statement cannot really describe his relationship with the British father, but that is not important.
Wang Liuliu knew it all too well.
He just bites, listens, and uses it, it all depends on what the person in charge wants to do.
The palace is such a place.
With a solemn expression, the Holy Master asked again: "Prince Ding, how did my eldest brother die?"
Wang Sixian shivered violently.
His Highness, that is reasonable. After all, he has been His Highness's chamberlain for the sixth year of his reign.
But why would the Holy One ask about King Ding...
King Ding died of illness and the coffin was sealed. No one in the Imperial Hospital or Imperial Pharmacy raised any objection.
It was precisely because Fang Zi was reliable that Wang Liu was able to attack Ding Wang without any trace.
Now, how could this old account be turned over?
Suddenly, Wang Liuannian remembered what Xu Jian said on the carriage - anything done will be traced.
trace……
He thought of the reason.
"Zhu, Zhu Cheng, that person who failed to accomplish anything but failed more than once!" Wang Liuliu sighed. Since he couldn't hide it, let's add a little more to the British government. "He was timid and hesitant, so he His wife was either dead or alive.
The young man told the British Duke that this would be a hidden danger sooner or later. If Zhu Cheng didn't take action, the British Duke would do it.
As a result, the British Duke wanted that false reputation, but he just put it off. Over time, it ended up like this.
After eight years, there are only bones left in the soil, so no clues will be found! "
Although he was biting the British Duke and Duchess, the anger and annoyance in the Wang's servant's heart were real.
"Isn't it true that people have been kept here just to put evidence on display?" Wang's servant sighed several times, "Now the boat has capsized in the gutter. The Zhu family has no good harvest, and the young one has to..."
The Holy Master asked again: "Did you figure out the poison prescription yourself? You were able to hide it from the imperial doctor!"
"The world is big," said the King's Chamberlain, "I was born in Lingnan, and I saw it in the village when I was young. To tell you the truth, those of us there, especially those who come from the mountains, are all a bit capable of poisoning. , unheard of..."
Hearing this, the Holy Master's face turned a little pale.
Eunuch Cao saw this and hurriedly took the teapot and filled the Holy Emperor with hot tea.
With such an action, the undercurrent of energy was interrupted.
The Holy Master took a sip of tea, and the warm tea entered his throat, which soothed him a lot.
Eunuch Cao pondered the holy intention and said proactively: "The old doctor Mao has prescribed a safe prescription for Your Highness."
"He is also from Lingnan," Wang's chamberlain did not hide it. "This prescription is just a way. Once it occurs, it will be a dead end. There is no reason to pull back halfway.
It should have been obvious that Dr. Mao could prescribe a safe prescription.
But who made him dare not say it?
If the illness is serious and cannot be cured, the imperial doctors try their best; if the poisoning cannot be cured, the imperial doctors are useless.
His wife, Imperial Physician Mao, will be old in the new year. Why do he want to be the best?
Seeing that King Ding is going to go ahead of the late emperor, who wants to be a waste? The late emperor was seriously ill and lost a son. How much sanity could he still have?
Otherwise, just because of that little thing of grabbing credit, can the Holy One demote His Highness to a commoner?
Your Highness is just eager to make contributions. In order to show his positive performance, the people in the state capital have used hungry people to pretend to be bandits. Your Highness has no idea what's going on!
Of course His Highness is at fault, confinement is not enough, confinement is also fine!
Isn’t there still one locked up in Yongji Palace?
Why can’t Yongji Palace close the second one?
Although there is no freedom in confinement, at least you have food and clothing, and there are people around you to take care of you.
We have pity on our Highness. He has been on the move for more than ten years. He seems to be at ease, but he cannot adapt. How has he ever suffered like this when he was living in a wealthy family?
Otherwise, how could His Highness pass away at this young age? No matter what, he has to live longer than the one in Yongji Palace! "
The more Wang Sixian talked about it, the sadder he became. He couldn't kneel any more, so he sat down on the ground and cried loudly.
The Holy One told him to cry until his head was buzzing.
Even so, he did not miss the inconsistency in the words of the king's servant.
"According to what you said, the poisoning of Prince Ding was not instigated by Fourth Brother?" the Holy Master asked.
The king's servant's cry stopped suddenly, his mouth was still grinning widely, tears were covering his face, and panic flashed through his blurred vision.
He lowered his head suddenly: "It's not His Highness, Your Highness didn't let me do this.
It was Xiao, Xiao who did it on his own. The late emperor was seriously ill and was appointed king to supervise the dynasty. If he had been well, His Highness would never have had a chance anyway. Xiao had made his own decisions.
The younger one, like the people in the lower state capital, does things without telling His Highness.
They were caught at that time, causing His Highness to be demoted, and they kept it secret until now..."
Having said this, the king's servant opened his bow from left to right and slapped himself several times.
The strike was extremely heavy and the sound was crisp.
"The Holy One asked this, and Xiaocai finally figured it out. It was Xiao who harmed His Highness." Wang's face became swollen for six years. "If Xiaocai had not harmed King Ding and caused King Ding to fall ill like a mountain, Your Highness will not try to fight for the position; if your Highness does not fight for the position, you will not let the bandits who gathered around you take the credit, and you will not be despised by the late emperor and demoted to a common people.
In the final analysis, it was the little ones who acted independently that led to today's situation.
But Your Majesty, if there hadn't been a little poison to harm King Ding that day, you wouldn't be sitting here today. What do you think? "
The Holy Lord's eyes were as sharp as a sharp knife.
This king deliberately provoked him for six years in order to seek a quick death.
The Holy One could hear the other person's thoughts, but this did not prevent him from being angry.
"What?" His voice was as cold as ice, "I still have to mark your first meritorious service?"
