After dressing as a villain's ex-wife, she went crazy for whitewashing

It was just a wind and cold, and there was no sign of improvement for five or six days, and there was still a faint momentum at home.

"Ahem, I know my body well." Emperor Hui had a straight face, obviously displeased.

Seeing Zhou Wei, I dare not say anything more.

Just after leaving the palace gate, Imperial Physician Chen arrived with a medicine box.

Zhou Wei was puzzled: "Why is the imperial physician Chen here at this time?" An imperial physician has already come to see it for His Majesty today.

Imperial doctor Chen answered honestly: "I am here to ask for your majesty's pulse under the order of the queen mother."

When he heard that it was sent by the Queen Mother, Emperor Hui couldn't say anything, and a group of people surrounded him and returned to the hall.

Standing on Emperor Hui's veins, Imperial Physician Chen looked solemn.

"Your Majesty has not had a good rest these days, and is busy with government affairs, so the wind and cold have worsened. More adjustments are needed."

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Wei became anxious immediately.

"Since that's the case, please hurry up and prescribe some medicine. Your Majesty's dragon body can't be delayed."

"This..." Imperial Physician Chen suddenly showed a troubled expression.

Emperor Hui glanced at Zhou Wei, then suppressed his coughing and panted, "I still have a lot of memorials to read, I just need to take care of my body."

Zhou Wei said helplessly, "Your Majesty."

Chen Taiji looked at the servant, then at Emperor Hui, and finally lowered his head: "Forgive me for speaking bluntly, Your Majesty still puts the dragon's body as the most important thing."

The person was sent by the queen mother, so the queen mother must have meant it.

Emperor Hui wanted to say something, but his throat felt dry, like a fire was burning.

Zhou Wei hurriedly served a cup of hot tea.

After drinking tea, Emperor Hui cleared his throat, and had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​reviewing the memorial.

Probably the sky failed to fulfill the wishes of people, and that night, there was another downpour.

Emperor Hui looked out of the window at the continuous heavy rain, which hurt his face when the water droplets hit his face, and waved his hand to call for his servant.

The next day, the ministers heard the news that Emperor Hui was seriously ill.

The royal family of Daqi does not have many heirs. Compared with the first emperor, Emperor Hui's seven or eight children are not many. Emperor Hui was already thirty when he became the throne, and two princes were born at that time. After so many years, Emperor Hui is naturally not there. young.

The first emperor died early due to illness, and now Emperor Hui is also sick.

Everyone's mind became active.

Your Majesty is not young anymore, should it be time for a crown prince?

In fact, the establishment of the crown prince was mentioned once many years ago. At that time, Emperor Hui was in his prime, and no one was going to deal with it after he died.

It is different now, and His Majesty is also old.

A few days later, Emperor Hui listened to the words of the ministers in the morning, his face was not so rosy after recovering from a serious illness, his sharp eyes swept across the ministers in the hall, and he remained silent for a long time.

The chief assistant who took the lead in mentioning the establishment of the crown prince and the minister of the Ministry of Rites lowered their heads and looked at each other secretly, not sure what Emperor Hui was thinking.

Several princes were not in the court.

It is precisely because of this that the Minister of Rites dared to take the lead in mentioning this matter.

He didn't support any prince, but after what happened a few days ago, he was naturally more inclined to the fifth prince.

The frightening silence lasted for an unknown amount of time before everyone heard the voice of the emperor overhead who could not hear any emotions.

"According to the lovers, is there a suitable candidate?"

There was another silence.

The leading Minister of Rites looked at the other leading Shoufu, the two stared at each other, neither of them wanted to speak first.

The establishment of the prince can be mentioned, but they dare not mention the candidate for the prince.

In the end, everyone faltered, no one opened their mouths, and the early court broke up like this. Emperor Hui returned to the palace with a feeling of boredom, and went to the queen's place.

There is no prince under the queen's knees, so it is fair to discuss this matter with her.

Although he really didn't want to admit it, Emperor Hui had to admit that he was old and it was time to train young people after experiencing a cold that was nothing at all.

Knowing that the matter of the crown prince would not be the responsibility of her own family, the queen laughed at herself inwardly, but did not show it on her face.

She hesitated for a moment, and was about to speak when Emperor Hui stopped her.

"Queen, don't try to fool me by saying that the harem is not allowed to interfere in politics."

The queen was slightly stunned, and poured a cup of tea for Emperor Hui with a smile: "Your Majesty must have someone to choose. Now in this court, which prince is the most favourable?"

Except for the fifth prince, there is no one else.

"I also like the fifth child in my heart. The third child is getting more and more serious, and the seventh child has no such thoughts. If the fifth child is made the crown prince at this time, I am afraid that the prime minister and his party will not let it go."

The queen smiled sweetly and did not answer this sentence.

……

The silver flying needle shone scorchingly in the sunlight, Xiao Yunheng turned slightly sideways and easily dodged it.

When he turned his head, there were dozens of flying needles that were thicker than ordinary silver needles.

With a flick of his robe, he easily took all the flying needles into it.

Lu Xiyue squinted her eyes, and simply grabbed all the flying needles on the girdle, sewed seven or eight of them with one finger, adding up to dozens of silver needles, and flew them all towards the young man.

Jing Yi and Yan Yi, who were watching the battle, stared wide-eyed.

There must be seventy or eighty flying needles, and all of them are poisoned. The princess is going to murder her husband.

Xuanfeng clasped his arms around his chest, inexplicably looking forward to it.

Xiao Yunheng smiled lowly, looked at her from the air, with endless tenderness in his eyes, and then under Lu Xiyue's gaze, his figure was as nimble as a snake, and he just dodged away.

In a daze, none of the needles fell on him.

After all the flying needles fell to the ground, Xiao Yunheng walked towards her, not forgetting to avoid the needles on the ground, and said with a smile: "Ah Yue, are you going to let me live?"

If I remember correctly, in the last flying needle, half of the flashes were poisonous.

Lu Xiyue blinked and smiled innocently: "Didn't you avoid it, I know you will be able to avoid it."

Xiao Yunheng saw her through, "Lie."

It was clearly because she had an antidote that she was unscrupulous.

Confused, Lu Xiyue took two steps to the side guiltily, and sighed when she saw Jing Yiyan and Xuanfeng who were kneeling down to pick up the flying needles.

"There are so many needles, why didn't any of them pierce you." She practiced for so long, but it was useless.

Xiao Yunheng:? ?

Mirror one:? ?

Say one? ?

Xuanfeng:? ?

Sitting in the gazebo, the young man hugged her dotingly, pressed her on his lap, leaned forward and bit her lip.

"You stick it now, I promise not to hide."

Lu Xiyue put her hands on his chest, frowned and said, "What are you doing, there are still people here, did you forget what you promised me?"

Xiao Yunheng shrugged: "Where is someone?"

Lu Xiyue pointed to the place where the needle flew just now.

The surroundings were empty, Jing Yi and Yan Yi dragged Xuan Feng to run fast, there was no one else there.

Lu Xiyue looked at him with wide eyes, struggling to get down: "I still have to practice flying needles, don't make trouble, let me go down."

The hands holding her back suddenly tightened.

Lu Xiyue clearly felt the changes in him, her eyes paused, and a low-pitched sigh came from her ears: "Ah Yue, don't move."