Longevity starts with strengthening the internal organs

Wei Tianlin was the first person outside the palace to know the news.

He was originally playing chess with the Master of Paradise in his mansion. When he heard that Yan Tingshan was vomiting blood and passed out, he was stunned for a moment. Then he and the Master of Paradise looked at each other, and then they both laughed.

"Hahahaha, okay, it seems that the Dragon-Tiger Yang-turning Pill you gave me, Master, is indeed extraordinary. In just a short time, Yan Tingshan has been drained dry." Wei Tianlin said with a smile on his face.

The leader of the Paradise Church was even more proud, "This is all thanks to you, Master Wei, otherwise this foolish king would not have fallen so quickly."

"How long do you think he can last?" Wei Tianlin asked.

"It's hard to say, but even if he is in good health, he is completely disabled after these days of nonsense, and now he is vomiting blood, so I estimate that he will definitely die in half a month at most, and as soon as seven or eight days."

"Okay, once he dies, the court will be in chaos. Yan Sifu will definitely fight for the throne. When he fights to the death with the Yan royal family, we should cooperate internally and externally, suddenly attack, and the big thing will be done."

"When the time comes when I take over the power of the court and ascend the throne as emperor, my leader, you will be the national teacher of a country and enjoy the supreme honor."

The leader of the Paradise Church was a little hesitant when he heard this, "But what about the emperor's private army that has been hiding in the dark?"

In order to protect their imperial power, the emperors of the Great Yan Dynasty would always have a private army in their hands.

This army is well-equipped, powerful, and hidden in the dark, only obeying the orders of Emperor Dayan.

This is also the force that many wealthy families in Yandu City are most afraid of.

"According to Dayan's past practice, after the death of the old emperor, the throne is temporarily vacant. In this case, this private army can only stand still and wait for the new emperor to succeed."

"And Yan Tingshan has no heirs, which brings about a succession problem. In order to become the emperor, Yan Sifu and others have to use their brains, so it will not be solved for a while. At this time, even if this private No matter how powerful the army is, it is just a sharp sword that cannot be unsheathed." Wei Tianlin said with a smile.

The Supreme Leader turned his worries into joy, "Then I wish us great success."

"Of course it can be done. The world of Dayan has been sitting there for a long time. It's our turn to have a seat." Wei Tianlin said calmly.

Naturally, the second person to know the news was Yan Sifu.

When he learned that Yan Tingshan was vomiting blood and fell into coma, although he pretended to be heavy-hearted, he was actually happy.

If there was anyone in the entire Dayan who looked forward to Yan Tingshan's death the most, it would be him.

Because according to the blood lineage of the clan, he, Yan Sifu, is the one closest to the throne.

As long as Yan Tingshan dies, there is a chance that he will succeed to the throne.

However, Yan Sifu also knew that it was not easy to successfully ascend the throne. Not to mention the officials in the court, the pressure within the Yan royal family should not be underestimated.

But he was well prepared for this, and quickly changed into regular clothes, then got into a green sedan and quietly slipped out through the back door.

His trip was to visit the respected elders of the Dayan royal family.

As long as you win the consent of these people, your plan will be half completed.

And just as he was busy preparing for this matter in secret.

All the officials in the court have also learned the news.

These people react differently.

Some felt pity, some were puzzled, and some sneered in their hearts, feeling that Yan Tingshan was entirely to blame.

Jingzhao Mansion.

Shang Jingchuan should be among the last to know the news.

Don't look at the fact that he now holds the two positions of Ping Zhangshi and Jingzhao Prefect.

But because there is no foundation on the court, it seems to be very lonely.

Shang Jingchuan also knew this, so he basically did not go to the government office where his subordinate Ping Zhangshi worked, but stayed in Jingzhao Mansion.

Shang Jingchuan was stunned when he heard that Yan Tingshan was vomiting blood and was unconscious, with his life and death uncertain.

In fact, it is impossible to say how loyal he is to Yan Tingshan.

All he was loyal to was the imperial court of Dayan.

But now something suddenly happened in Yan Tingshan, coupled with the fact that there are no descendants, this will definitely bring turmoil to the court.

Just when he was worried, Shang Luoluo, who was wearing a boy's shirt and dressed as a man, also came after hearing the news.

After Zhao Ya left, she was extremely bored at home, so she changed her makeup and followed her father to Jingzhao Mansion for work every day.

Not to mention, because of her intelligence and agility, she quickly became a big help to Shang Jingchuan. Whenever something happened, Shang Jingchuan would always consult his daughter's opinion.

After hearing what was going on, Shang Luoluo frowned slightly and remained silent.

"Luo Luo, what do you think about me going into the palace to visit His Majesty now?" Shang Jingchuan asked.

Shang Luoluo shook his head, "No, there is something fishy in this matter. It is by no means as simple as it appears."

"What do you mean?" Shang Jingchuan was stunned and asked quickly.

"Your Majesty is in the prime of life and has never heard of any hidden illness before. Now he suddenly vomits blood and falls into coma, so I think there must be an ulterior motive here." Shang Luoluo said in a deep voice.

Shang Jingchuan was horrified when he heard this, and even the hairs on his hair stood up.

"You mean... you mean..."

After repeating it twice in succession, Shang Jingchuan did not dare to say the next words.

Because that's really too scary.

"That's right, someone must have done this on purpose, so if you go to the palace to visit your Majesty now, it's easy to get angry if you don't say whether you want to see His Majesty or not."

Shang Jingchuan was furious, pacing back and forth in the room, his face turning blue and white, and he couldn't stop mumbling.

"How can it be unreasonable? How unreasonable is it? He actually used his ministers to kill the king. Who is so bold and reckless?"

In fact, Shang Luoluo had already made a guess in his mind, but he didn't say it clearly.

At this time, she saw her father's furious look and couldn't help but persuade him.

"Father, your plan for now is not to visit the palace, but to go to the Yun family immediately to seek help from Mr. Yun, and then mobilize the soldiers and horses of the Jingzhao Mansion to suppress the ground and maintain law and order in Yandu City to prevent those with ulterior motives. Unruly people take the opportunity to cause trouble."

One word awakens the dreamer.

Shang Jingchuan suddenly opened his mind and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, I'll do it now."

Looking at his father's leaving figure, Shang Luoluo was silent for a moment, and then said, "Mr. Mo, please protect my father personally during this time."

Mo Qi poked his head out from under the eaves, "Is Miss Luoluo worried about your father's safety?"

Shang Luoluo sighed, "Yes, the fight for the throne has been extremely cruel since ancient times. If you are not careful, you will be killed. My father is too upright, and I am afraid that someone will take the opportunity to plot against him."

"Okay, but Miss Luoluo, this is your side..."

"I will write a letter to ask people from the Golden Blade Academy to protect you."

Before Zhao Ya left, he told Shang Luoluo that if he encounters any danger, he should immediately seek help from the Golden Blade Academy.

At this time, Shang Luoluo felt that it was time.

Moreover, in this turmoil, it is estimated that the three sects, two courtyards and one villa will be involved in it, and no one will be spared.

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Wanshou County.

The house purchased by Song Linqing is very spacious, and even if Zhao Ya and his party arrive, they can still live in it.

At this time, it was just getting dark, and Zhao Ya had already stood up and went to the garden behind to practice.

After returning from Weapon Factory last night, Song Lin ordered the kitchen to cook a table of dishes, and then had a good meal with Zhao Ya, his sister Song Peiwan, Zui'er, Tan Dong and others.

Tan Dong was so drunk that he didn't know anyone else. Song Linqing was a little better, but still very drunk.

Zhao Ya, on the other hand, was completely indifferent and even got up early in the morning to practice.

Although it is now difficult for Zhao Ya to make progress in practicing various martial arts, Zhao Ya has never slacked off for a day.

A drop of water penetrates a stone, and Kung Fu is slowly grinded out in this way.

After finishing the exercises, Zhao Ya stood in the pavilion, closed his eyes and began to adjust his blood and breath, practicing the method of swallowing stars.

After two days of warming up, the starlight in Zhao Ya's dantian became a little brighter.

Although it is still very faint, at least it is not like it was at the beginning, as if it would go out at any time.

Zhao Ya is very excited about this speed of progress.

If he continues like this, it won't be long before he can lay the foundation of his real power, and then he can start opening up his meridians.

If this were known to others, their jaws would probably drop.

Because it had only been a long time since Zhao Ya had attained the fifth realm, but he had already started to attack the next realm.

Think about it, how terrifying it must be to be in the Pulse Opening state at the age of twenty-one or twelve.

Not to mention in Dayan, even in the land of Huawai, it is still a first-class existence.

Just as Zhao Ya was slowly warming up the true power seeds in his dantian, the sound of subtle footsteps in his ears interrupted his trance.

Zhao Ya looked up and saw Song Peiwan holding a sword and walking hand in hand with Zui'er into the back garden.

"You are..."

"Practice, don't you see?" Song Peiwan shook the sword in her hand and said with a smile.

"Why did you suddenly think of practicing?" Zhao Ya said with a smile.

"Look at what you said, you can get up early to practice, can't we? Don't forget, I also have martial arts."

As she said this, Song Peiwan casually held a sword flower, which was really pretty.

"Good swordsmanship!" Zhao Ya praised.

Unexpectedly, Song Peiwan became energetic, jumped to the open space, and began to practice swordsmanship meticulously.

To be honest, her swordsmanship is good-looking, but in Zhao Ya's eyes, it is like a child dancing wildly, and it can be said that it is useless.

Of course, Zhao Ya would never say these words.

He could only stand there and watch with a smile, and he would have to applaud from time to time.

Just when the practice was getting lively, someone suddenly came from the front to report.

"Second Miss, someone from the clan is here."

"Oh? Who is here?" Song Peiwan calmed down and asked a little strangely.

"She is the wife of Fourth Uncle Song Yuanrui. She said she was passing by the door and knew you were coming, so she stopped by to take a look."

Song Peiwan instinctively felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't pinpoint what exactly was wrong.

Moreover, she is also an elder in the clan, so Song Peiwan said: "Have you informed my brother?"

"I informed you, but the owner drank too much last night and is still in a daze."

"Okay, let me go over and take a look." Song Peiwan said.

Zhao Ya could clearly hear the conversation between Song Peiwan and the servant, but he didn't pay attention at first.

After all, this is someone else's family matter and has nothing to do with you.

But when he heard that Song Yuanrui's wife was passing by the door and came to visit, his heart couldn't help but move.

It's only seven or eight o'clock in the morning, and those who got up late haven't gotten up yet.

Why is this so-called fourth aunt so leisurely, passing by here so early in the morning?

But Zhao Ya didn't show it at all on the surface. It wasn't until Song Peiwan followed the servant away that he said to Zui'er.

"Come on, come with me to see the excitement."

When Song Peiwan came to the front hall, the fourth aunt of the family was sitting on a chair drinking tea.

She is said to be the fourth aunt, but she is actually old enough to be Song Peiwan's grandmother.

Although she was well maintained, her fat body and bloated facial features made her look very greasy.

And behind her stood an unattractive man.

This man was wearing brand new clothes, and his sparse hair was neatly combed, but his dark skin and mediocre appearance made all his efforts in vain.

Song Peiwan is fine.

But Zhao Ya, who was observing from a distance, his eyes narrowed after seeing this man.

Because he noticed a familiar aura from this man.

Today is another 10,000 words, and I’m going to vomit blood from exhaustion!