The system takes the poor cub to find his father

"Fu Ling! Didn't you say that His Majesty had woken up? What's going on now?"

Du Jun looked at the emperor who was lying on the dragon couch with his eyes closed, like a living dead, and his expression suddenly became somewhat ugly.

Fu Ling ignored Du Jun's noise and walked straight forward.

He washed his hands in the washbasin that the palace servant brought respectfully to the side, and after drying them with the towel, he stretched out his right hand and placed it on the wrist of the unconscious man.

The pulse was still intermittent, almost at the point of being exhausted. Fu Ling couldn't help but sigh secretly, thinking that Li Defu might not have found the little prince yet.

He closed his eyes slightly, and in an instant, a silver light appeared in the palm of his hand, and a ray of spiritual power slowly flowed into Ming Yunqi's body along his palm.

Under the nourishment of spiritual power, the emperor's face instantly became ruddy for a moment, but this brief improvement was fleeting and soon returned to its original state.

Fu Ling clearly felt that his spiritual power entered Ming Yunqi's body and disappeared without a trace like a drop in the ocean.

What was even more surprising was that there seemed to be something inside Ming Yunqi's body that was actively absorbing his spiritual power.

After a while, beads of sweat appeared on Fu Ling's forehead.

In this tense atmosphere, Fu Ling didn't notice at all that a small object quietly slipped out of his sleeve.

It was like a living thing. The moment it touched the bed, it quickly slid into the unconscious man's arm with great agility.

At that moment, Fu Ling suddenly noticed that the Emperor's pulse suddenly beat violently.

Fu Ling suddenly opened his eyes with a look of surprise, and pulled his hand away from Ming Yunqi's arm with difficulty.

Fu Ling frowned. He was sure that he had truly felt the pulse fluctuation of His Majesty at that moment.

But why is there no response now?

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Ever since Fu Ling began to transfer spiritual power to Ming Yunqi, Du Jun had been so nervous that he dared not even breathe.

At this moment, looking at the exhausted Fu Ling, he felt mixed emotions. He hurriedly stepped forward to help the exhausted Fu Ling sit on the stool handed over by the palace servants, and quietly watched Fu Ling close his eyes and concentrate, regulating the disordered spiritual energy in his body.

After a while, Fu Ling slowly opened his eyes.

Du Jun stared at Fu Ling with burning eyes.

"Master Imperial Master, please tell me the truth. What is the illness of His Majesty?"

Fu Ling stared at him in silence for a long time. Seeing that Du Jun did not give in, he finally sighed helplessly, as if to compromise. He opened his thin lips and slowly uttered two words: "Curse!"

Du Jun's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

"It's actually a curse! Could it be..."

He gritted his teeth, his eyes full of anger.

"It's those damned remnants of the previous dynasty!"

Du Jun never imagined that five years had passed and those guys were still trying to restore the monarchy and even extended their evil hands to the Emperor.

"I shouldn't have been so soft-hearted towards them back then." He said bitterly.

Fu Ling did not comment on this. He naturally understood who Du Jun was referring to.

In the previous dynasty, witches were respected, and the succession to the throne had to be designated by the Great Witch. If the Great Witch did not approve, the emperor would be spurned by the people and accused of usurping the throne, which was not legitimate.

In the late period of the previous dynasty, the power of the great witches expanded rapidly and the emperor became a puppet of the state.

The great witch at that time was greedy and cruel. He wantonly occupied the people's farmland, built a great witch temple on a large scale, and even made a golden statue and erected a monument for himself. He enjoyed the offerings of the people and called himself a witch god.

For a time, the whole nation was caught up in a wave of fanatical belief in witches and gods. Those honest farmers whose land was forcibly seized were miserable and had no place to appeal.

However, the occurrence of a disaster pierced Dayong's false peaceful appearance.

The drought that followed the flood caused severe damage to various parts of Jiangnan, which was known as the largest granary in Dayong. Eighty percent of the land was barren.

Food shortages caused food prices to soar. Unscrupulous grain merchants hoarded grain prices. The price of grain, which was originally 200 coins per catty, first rose to one tael, and then soared all the way from one tael to 20 taels, and finally as high as 50 taels.

You know, 50 taels is the expenditure of an ordinary family for two years, but now it can only be exchanged for a mere kilogram of food, which undoubtedly pushes the people into a desperate situation.

When the people can no longer survive, their resistance is bound to be like thunder and lightning, and waves of uprisings will break out in various places.

Ming Yunqi was the leader of one of the rebel forces. Although he was a member of the Ming family with a deep background, only he knew the actual situation.

He was orphaned at a young age, and although he was adopted by the then head of the Ming family, he lived a life worse than the Ming family's servants. As soon as he came of age, he was moved out of the head of the family's house, and he had never even seen the property deeds left by his parents when they died.

The clan leader euphemistically called it "self-reliance is the most important thing for a man", and regarded the family wealth as compensation for the clan's raising him.

But who could have thought that the poor boy who was kicked out of his home and had nothing could actually build up a empire with his own strength, and now the Ming family has to rely on him for survival.

At that time, Ming Yunqi led his troops to attack the imperial palace and executed all the Wu clan members in the Wushen Temple. Except for the emperor and some of his direct blood relatives, the rest of the royal family were exiled to a bitter and cold place thousands of miles away.

Now that Your Majesty is cursed, I think it can only be caused by those people from the witch clan.

Could it be that among those who were exiled back then there are descendants of the witch clan hiding among them?

Du Jun stood up suddenly, took a step, and walked out aggressively.

"Where are you going?" Fu Ling frowned and shouted when he saw this.

Du Jun didn't look back. Did he know what Fu Ling was worried about?

"Don't worry, I won't act rashly before His Majesty wakes up. But those vicious bugs who dare to murder His Majesty had better be prepared to be exposed to the sun. Humph!"

His tone was cold and sharp, and Fu Ling could clearly feel the murderous aura contained in it.

I am afraid that if anything happens to Ming Yunqi, those old guys who have long passed away from the previous dynasty will be dug up and their bones will be crushed to ashes by Du Jun.

Du Jun left in a hurry, and Fu Ling looked at Ming Yunqi on the bed helplessly.

"Your Majesty, please wake up soon, otherwise Dayu will really be in chaos. The people have only lived a peaceful life for five years, and we don't want the world to be in chaos! Alas!"

"Protect His Majesty and don't let anyone get close." Fu Ling whispered to the void. He knew that there were many secret guards hiding around His Majesty, and they would not show up easily. After saying that, Fu Ling turned and left.

He didn't notice that the man on the bed suddenly moved his fingers slightly.

After Fu Ling left, the bedroom instantly fell into deathly silence.

A moment later, a furry, colorful, tail-shaped thing slowly poked its head out from under Ming Yunqi's arm.

As soon as it appeared a little, it quickly retracted, as if it was testing whether there was any danger around.

After a while, seeing no movement, it cautiously popped its head out again.

The little thing, the size of a little finger, seemed to have self-awareness. It rolled flexibly and jumped onto Ming Yunqi's arm closest to it, then rolled slowly along the arm until it reached the neck, where it curled up and stayed quietly.

It gently rubbed against Ming Yunqi's collarbone, and its furry body became more fluffy and comfortable after relaxing.

"Mmm! So comfortable, so comfortable!"