Soon, Uncle Ye was carried to the front hall.

The white cloth on the lips of the four boys carrying the stretcher and the white stretcher under Ye Bo formed a sharp contrast with the bright red longevity hall.

It's shocking at first glance.

While listening to the chirping of the ministers, Ye Junli leisurely ate fruit and drank wine. He raised his eyebrows and subconsciously placed the wine glass on the table.

The last time he saw Uncle Ye, he was still in good health. Why was he like this now?

Ye Bo lost a lot of weight, and his coughing sound echoed throughout the front hall.

Uncle Ye asked someone to help him and stood up tremblingly. That pale, bloodless face was indeed frightening.

Ye Junli picked up the cup again and took a sip of wine: "Prime Minister, long time no see, how are you?"

"Thanks to the Prince Regent." Ye Bo was so weak that he almost shouted as loud as he could, "At this hour... I still can't die."

Ye Junli rubbed the wine glass up and down with his slender fingers, his eyes a little darker than usual: "Prime Minister, why did you suddenly become like this?"

"Ahem, cough, cough." Ye Bo coughed violently and said with a sneer, "I was already sick, and when I heard that the Holy Master was hunted and imprisoned, my blood and blood attacked my heart. I can't recover now."

Ye Junli's eyes darkened: "With a body like this, why would the Prime Minister hold a big banquet? He should stay in the bedroom and rest more. I brought a gift to the Prime Minister this time, you..."

"Ye Junli!" Ye Bo took a deep breath and suddenly said in a cold voice, "Congratulations? Do you think I have the nerve to accept your congratulations at this time?!"

"If I accept your gift, won't I be ridiculed by everyone in the world?!"

Ye Junli didn't understand. Who in the world would laugh when seeing a chicken and a goose? Don't they usually eat it?

"Ye Junli!" Ye Bo suppressed his physical discomfort and spoke righteously, "You are my Ye Bo's son. Those unscrupulous things you did are all because of my inability to take care of you.

But now that I am about to die, I only hope that the regent will send the emperor back to the palace for the sake of my raising you up!

I promise you, as long as you send the emperor back, no one will be held accountable for your imprisonment of the emperor. In this way, I, Uncle Ye, will be able to preserve my reputation for the rest of my life. This is the last thing I do for the Holy One! "

Ye Bo's tone was generous, and his eyes turned red when he talked about excitement, which was very contagious.

Ye Junli's fingers gently rubbed the cup.

Rarely, he didn't refute him.

When the ministers saw that there was a door, Fang Zheng hurriedly bowed and said: "Prince Regent, Prime Minister Ye is so weak that he still thinks about the safety of His Majesty. Although you have had political disagreements with the Prime Minister for many years, he is your father after all. Before his death, Can't you even fulfill his last wish?"

Others also expressed their opinions.

"My lord, your father has served the country his whole life, do you really want him to leave with regrets?"

"My lord, as long as you nod, we will go to greet the emperor immediately. Seeing that the emperor has returned to the palace, the prime minister can go with peace of mind."

"Your Majesty!"

After a while, there were already people kneeling on the ground. The sobs continued.

Ye Junli looked around the hall and frowned, when he saw Ning Xia Xia walking in from outside.

She seemed to have a stomachache today. She just ran to the toilet again. As soon as she came in, she saw everyone kneeling on the ground and crying.

And Ye Bo stood tremblingly in the center of the front hall. Coughing violently. The scene was momentarily shocking.

It seems that everyone was moved by the Prime Minister's character. Before the man died, everyone was crying like this.

So, Ningxia Xia walked up, patted Ye Bo on the shoulder and said, "Don't cry, everyone. Everything will pass. It's no big deal."

After saying that, he gently pulled with his little hand and tore off the name tag on the person's back.

[Congratulations to the host, for getting the famous brand: Tuberculosis. 】

[The reward for tearing off the name tag this time has been put into the package. 】

"Cough cough cough." Ye Bo was coughing violently and covering his mouth with a handkerchief. He estimated that he should be coughing up blood this time, because he was nearing the end of his life recently and often coughed up blood. Sometimes he would vomit half a cup of blood.

Seeing that Ye Junli seemed to be persuaded by everyone, he thought of spitting out blood and assisting Ye Junli to put the emperor back.

But for some reason, the blood that was about to vomit out seemed to be swallowed back halfway...

Not coming out.

Uncle Ye coughed hard a few more times. Why did he feel less and less the more he coughed? He coughed hard twice, almost coughing out his lungs, but when he opened the veil, he saw that it was clean and there was no trace of blood at all.

Ye Bo:? ? ? Why? Where is my blood?

Why did he feel like his legs were no longer shaking... He could suddenly stand upright...

The boy next to him saw that his face suddenly turned red, so he came up and said, "Prime Minister, you seem to be looking better."

"Really?" Ye Bo was also confused.

Just when everyone was waiting for him to cough up blood and assist with the last kick, they only heard "Gululu...".

There was a loud growl in his stomach.

I haven't eaten for several days and now I'm hungry...

The people who were crying together silently raised their heads and looked at him... Is the Prime Minister playing tricks on them? At such a critical time, he only needed this last-minute kick, and the result was... gone?

Lin Bo, who was standing aside, took a look and saw that Prime Minister Ye's complexion improved significantly. He hurriedly came over and asked, "Prime Minister, do you want to eat something?"

Uncle Ye also felt strange. Why didn't he vomit out the blood, but instead he felt hungry? Lin Bo immediately understood and asked someone to go down and prepare the meal.

After a while, several plates of food were brought out. Ye Bo really wanted to continue scolding Ye Junli for a while, but he had not eaten for many days and was so hungry that he had no energy left.

So as soon as the food came, I ate it with big mouthfuls.

All the ministers were confused...

What kind of plot is this? I heard that the four auxiliary ministers discussed today's matter all night last night. What was the result of this discussion? Why can't they understand?

Ye Bo devoured a whole chicken, and then he felt that his stomach was full.

Ye Junli and the ministers watched helplessly as Ye Bo finished the entire meal. What kind of hospitality is this? None of their guests even ate.

Ye Bo felt full and felt his anger rising again. He had the strength to curse again, but he couldn't pretend to be sick anymore, so Ye Bo said coldly: "Ye Junli, your Majesty, will you let me back?"

He was full of energy, and the contrast with his weak appearance just now was so obvious.

Seeing his state, Ye Junli seemed like he wouldn't die for a while, so he lazily leaned back on his seat and said with a casual attitude: "Don't let me go."

"You!" Uncle Ye's beard and eyebrows jumped in anger, "If you don't let me go, I will take your gift and get out of the Prime Minister's Mansion. From now on, the Prime Minister will sever the father-son relationship with you."

The relationship between father and son has been broken several times a year, but it has not broken down yet.

"I can't take away this gift from you." Ye Junli glanced at the empty plate, "You have already eaten it..."

Uncle Ye was stunned and turned to look at Uncle Lin.

Lin Bo silently picked up the remaining half of the goose leg on the table and handed it to Ye Bo: "Prime Minister, since you have already eaten, why not just finish it..."

Ye Bo:? ? ?

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