Only seven days left to live? She goes crazy and kills

Yan Donghuang fell into a deep sleep due to extreme exhaustion, but she slept extremely uneasily. Her eyebrows were knitted together and her body was curled up slightly. Her state was the worst that the generals had ever seen.

The pain is like a gangrene attached to the bone, and the suffering is unbearable. Even when sleeping, one cannot escape the torture of bone erosion.

Feng Yaoguang stood far away from her, for fear of disturbing her rare sleep. He hated his own incompetence in his heart and watched her in pain but could do nothing.

"There are doctors outside, can we use some medicine to numb the pain?" Gu Chiran frowned tightly, with endless sadness in his eyes, "At least... at least it won't hurt so much, and I can have a good sleep... "

"The military doctor said you can't use medicine." Feng Yaoguang clenched his hands tightly and said in a harsh voice, "What if I take medicine but Xie Yunjian doesn't come back?"

Gu Chiran was startled, and his mood suddenly became heavy.

Will there definitely be an antidote when Xie Yunjian comes back?

Most of the medical methods in the world are similar, and military doctors, imperial doctors, and experienced old doctors in the imperial city can't do anything. How can there be so many hidden miracle doctors in this world?

How could so many miracles happen?

How much he hoped that the poison in His Highness could be cured, but his hope was too slim.

The longer it takes, the less likely it is to detoxify.

The ministers and palace officials outside have already begun to get busy, busy preparing for a simple coronation ceremony.

Historians need to write down exactly what happened tonight.

Qingluan Army wants to deal with all the people who should be dealt with.

When going out to deliver orders, most low-ranking officials live far away. When the news reaches the palace, they need to take a car to the palace immediately to change into official uniforms, otherwise they will not be able to arrive before noon.

It was like a mess of busyness, but because of the strong chilling atmosphere, this busyness became depressing and quiet.

When everyone was in danger, there was no loud noise or shouting.

Even though he was busy, he tried to be as quiet as possible to ensure that Yan Donghuang, who was sleeping in the side hall, could not hear much noise.

She slept very deeply, not because she was in a deep sleep, but because the toxins corroded her mind and made her consciousness a little blurry.

Both the imperial physician and the military doctor were helpless.

Feng Yaoguang and the others were even more anxious and helpless. They had no choice but to watch.

Fortunately, she woke up after sleeping for more than an hour.

When I woke up, I saw Changlan and Changyue standing aside. Their eyes were red and a little swollen. It looked like they had cried a lot, and their eyes were full of heartache and worry.

Yan Donghuang stood up, his movements were a little stiff, his facial features were haggard and weak, and his condition was obviously a little weaker than yesterday and the day before yesterday.

Changyue and Changlan came forward to help her wash and change clothes.

"Your Highness." Chang Lan spoke in a low voice, with a choked voice, "All the generals of the Qingluan Army have arrived outside the palace, and all the civil and military officials are here."

Chang Yue suppressed her sadness: "When Nu Nu and Chang Lan left the princess's mansion, all the Chu family members in the dungeon were dragged out. General Feng ordered them all to die. The Queen Mother almost went crazy and kept insulting Her Highness. It was just right. General Mu came into the palace and heard her words, and ordered the Queen Mother's tongue to be cut out. "

Yan Donghuang hummed and touched their heads: "Who has never died since ancient times? It's just a matter of time and night, don't be so sad."

Changlan and Changyue lowered their heads and waited for her to wash up.

After finishing dressing and dressing up, Yan Donghuang turned around and walked out.

Everything that needs to be dealt with in the main hall has been dealt with.

Prime Minister Pei and Taifu Qi have never left, and important officials from the Ministry of Personnel, Ministry of Household Affairs, Ministry of War and Ministry of Rites are all here.

King An Yan Ling also came. He had been trapped in the eldest princess for two days. His robes were a little wrinkled, his face was a bit haggard and pale, his beard was unkempt, and he was a bit less elegant.

Except for Xie Yunjian, all the seven generals of the Qingluan Army were there. All of them looked pale and ugly, looking at her silently and worriedly.

Someone came holding a dragon robe.

"Elder Princess... No, Your Majesty." The eunuch of the inner court knelt on the ground and spoke tremblingly, "It's too late to make a new dragon robe at the last minute. This is... this is the dragon robe made by the emperor before. Because the size is too thin, it doesn't fit. , so it has been kept in the cupboard of the workshop..."

Yan Donghuang didn't say much, but ordered Changyue to take over the clothes.

After all, women are not as tall as men. The dragon robe is slightly longer when worn on the body. The loose waist can be tied up with a belt. The hem of the robe touches the floor, a bit like a long skirt.

Yan Donghuang didn't care about this.

Anyway, she can't be the empress for two days, it's just a formality.

Putting on the emperor's crown, she walked out of the palace step by step with the support of Chang Yue and Chang Lan.

Standing on the steps of the palace, looking at the neat team in the square, a familiar feeling came to my face.

It was very similar to the enthronement ceremony two years ago, but the process was not as grand and rigorous as that time.

Low-level officials came in a hurry from home. They were probably too anxious. Their clothes didn't look neat. Some of them had not yet adjusted their expressions, looking so panicked.

Yan Donghuang didn't care about these.

The orderly rows of officials on the left are civil servants of the DPRK, and the rows of men in black military uniforms on the right are lieutenant generals of the Qingluan Army.

The civil and military divisions are divided into distinct groups.

The Qingluan Army replaced the Royal Forest Army and stood on both sides of the square and on both sides of the royal road under the palace steps. They were imposing and uniform.

The Minister of Rites shouted: "Her Majesty the Queen ascends the throne today, and all the officials will kowtow!"

All the officials dropped their sleeves and knelt down: "I will see you, Your Majesty. Long live my Emperor!"

Yan Donghuang watched quietly, with pale cheeks, indifferent eyes, and a detached look, as if everything in front of her had nothing to do with her.

The official of the Ministry of Rites shouted again: "Get up! Kowtow twice!"

All officials stood up and knelt for the second time: "Your Majesty, long live the emperor!"

"Stand up again! Three kowtows!"

"Your Majesty, long live the emperor!"

Yan Donghuang's eyes turned slightly, thinking that today's coronation ceremony was indeed sloppy, the shouts were not neat, and there was still a faint tremor.

Yan Donghuang said that he could understand. After all, a princess who had just launched a palace coup suddenly announced that she would depose the emperor and establish herself. It was like a nightmare for many people, right?

But if there is a next time, it must not be like this.

The civil and military officials performed the three kneeling and nine kowtows ceremony.

Yan Donghuang slowly turned around and looked at the dragon throne in front of the hall.

That is the supreme seat in the world, the king over the world, the only one who is supreme.

That is the place where many people flock to, and they are willing to risk their lives and fight for it at all costs.

That was also a position that held the power of life and death. All the people in the world were under his feet. Whoever he wanted to live would live; whoever he wanted to die would die.

Yan Donghuang stepped forward and walked towards the dragon throne step by step.

The hall was silent.

On the left, the important officials of the third rank and above, led by the prime minister and the imperial tutor, followed into the hall. On the right, the generals, led by Gu Chiran and Feng Yaoguang, came steadily.

Yan Donghuang walked to the chair and sat down, just looking at them quietly. No one knew what she was thinking at this time.

In the hall, all the civil and military officials lifted their robes and knelt down, kowtowed together: "Your Majesty, long live the emperor!"

Yan Donghuang raised his eyes and looked at Feng Yaoguang on the right, and suddenly felt a little guilty.