Variety Film and Television: Starting from the Legend of Zhen Huan

The most frightened person at this moment was not the imperial doctor who had just arrived, but Zhaohui who was sitting in the seat. He sat there for a long time, and it took a long time for him to wake up.

Regardless of the situation, he immediately knelt on the ground, crying and saying that he was wronged.

He just wanted to donate such a beauty to the emperor to seek a better future. Who would have thought that this beauty had such a fierce temperament that he would assassinate her directly at the banquet, and he actually succeeded!

He brought the person here, and now that the assassination has been successful, it has nothing to do with him.

The worst thing is that the emperor can't save him and puts all the blame on him. Not only him, but also their whole family is finished.

How proud he was at the banquet, how embarrassed he is now.

Xiyue knew that Zhaohui brought Han Xiangjian into the palace without any intention of assassination. She waved her hand and asked the guards to keep him in the palace first. After settling the matters at the banquet, she returned to the palace to visit the seriously injured emperor.

The wound was actually not deep, but the imperial doctor shook his head after seeing it.

When Hongli woke up, it was already the night of the second day.

There was a rumble of thunder from the sky, followed by continuous spring rain.

Concubine Chun, Concubine Wan, and Concubine Ying were all waiting aside. Hongli had been sleeping for a long time. When he first saw the crowd of people, his heart felt like there was a blood clot in his heart that could not be healed.

The waiter served them with water and sent them away, leaving Xiyue alone. In his deep sleep, he could hear a few words, saying that he was about to die.

He knew that he had done some ridiculous things in recent years, but he didn't expect... that he would fall hard on beauty.

After sleeping for two days, I realized how confused I was that day. I clearly knew that Han Xiangjian hated him and wanted to take his life.

But he still asked her to step forward and look at her appearance as if he was possessed.

Seeing that Hongli was a little distracted, Xiyue called out softly, "Your Majesty, I will feed you some medicine."

Hongli's voice was extremely weak, and his whole person was full of weakness. "When did we become so estranged from each other?"

Xiyue whispered softly, "Yuanshou..."

"Where was the person who assassinated me at the banquet that day?"

"He died after hitting the sword. As for how he obtained the sword, I have already found out clearly. It turned out that on the way back, a guard fell in love with Han Xiang at first sight and asked for a sword. When entering the palace, General Zhaohui did not mention Hanxiang Jian to others before, and avoided the search, which led to this disaster. The concubine also sent someone to interrogate. General Zhaohui had nothing to do with this matter. ”

After Xiyue said this, Hongli looked slightly relieved, "The Han family can't stay. As for the execution of the guard, General Zhaohui must punish him... He actually ignores the rules."

"I understand."

After taking the medicine, Hongli sighed, "What about me?"

"Yuanshou is naturally blessed by God. The wound is not deep, and it will heal naturally if he takes good care of it."

Xiyue handed the medicine bowl to the plate, and faint sobs came from the empty palace.

Hongli's voice was extremely weak, and he gasped twice after speaking.

"Xiyue, don't cry. I know I am dying."

After thinking about it, I found that there was nothing to regret in this life. Except for some hardships at birth, everything else was smooth sailing. The late emperor had smoothed the road ahead, and his throne was very secure.

At the end of the day, he will also give his most proud legitimate son to the throne.

"Let me take a closer look at you."

The skinny hand slowly stroked Xiyue's face, as if it had not changed over the years, and was as gorgeous as the rose on the hairpin.

He is old, so old that he has only half-stepped into the Palace of Hell. Perhaps in a few days, he will have completely stepped into the Palace of Hell.

The affection in Hongli's eyes seemed to be more than before, so much that it overflowed from his eyes.

"Where are Yong Hu and Jing Jing?"

Xiyue said softly, "Waiting outside. I heard that you are sick, and the children are waiting outside."

Hongli's eyes were filled with warmth again, "My time is running out. In the remaining days, I want to spend more time with my two children."

On the second day, I heard from the imperial doctor that the emperor could no longer open his eyes, and ministers came and went from the Yangxin Hall one after another.

As for the purpose of coming, Xiyue knew without guessing that it was for Yonghu.

Although the emperor is a bit more beautiful, he is still very good to his children. At least he can pave the way for Yong Hu's future.

In a sense, Yonghu and Jingyu's feelings for the emperor are actually deeper than her feelings for the emperor. Xiyue's hand slowly touched her beating heart.

She doesn't understand what sincerity is, she only knows how to make this body fulfill its wish, and that's enough.

Besides, he was not worth her harmful sincerity.

When everything was explained, I didn't see any concubines for more than ten days. I just held Xiyue's hand and talked about what happened back then.

The deadline was approaching, and all the concubines knelt outside the palace. Perhaps because the emperor's skin was somewhat tempting, some of them cried sincerely. When Hongli woke up, he invited the prince and princess into the house.

The princes and princesses cried uncontrollably. Although the emperor was biased in his treatment of the concubines in the harem, he was extremely soft-hearted towards the children, especially the young ones. Under the cries, the emperor slowly closed his eyes.

In the twenty-fifth year of Qianlong's reign, on March 25, the emperor died.

The late emperor had spoken to the ministers for a long time before, and together with the imperial edict, he naturally decided that the prince would be enthroned as emperor.

As for other posthumous titles, they will be treated solemnly by the Ministry of Rites.

Yong Hu had high hopes from the emperor before, and with his tempered temperament over the years, he was able to deal with matters in the court like a fish in water.

As for Jing Wei, she used to be a naughty person, but now that she has grown up, her temper has not changed much. She is fond of wielding swords and guns. Naturally, Xiyue will not be stingy with the secrets she has memorized, and will spend the rest of her time teaching them one by one. .

She didn't want Jing Jing to be trapped in this square back house, like a woman of this era, who couldn't go out or step out, and was bound by rules.

One day, Yong Hu came to pay his respects and offered the treasure in his hand, "This is the treasure that Jing Jing... has found after traveling around the world over the years. I specially asked my son to offer it to the emperor."

Xiyue touched the cat in her arms and said with a smile, "Where is Jingyu now?"

Yong Hu carefully stroked the gem in his hand, "I heard that it is called the United States (United States). It was founded only two years ago. But the news about Jing Yu in recent years also made me feel a sense of crisis. It was because I was short-sighted and only looked at Looking at the land under our feet, the jackals, tigers and leopards in the distance are looking very ambitious towards our land. "

"Yong Hu just has a sense of proportion."

After saying that, a white light flashed in front of Xiyue, and her entire consciousness was pulled into the system.