Lord Prime Minister

The weather gradually turned cooler. At dusk, Mu Zihuai came out of the Dragon Mansion. A gust of evening wind blew by, and the yellowed leaves on the trees rustled down.

It has been more than a month since the wedding of the Eighth Princess, and Long Lei was sent to the carriage to the frontier overnight that day. The news from his entourage said that he didn't wake up until halfway through the carriage, and wanted to come back. After reading Long Xiu's letter But it stopped, and unexpectedly reached the border quietly.After everything settled down, I sent a letter back today, saying that everything was fine, and there was no mention of the eighth princess.

At the gate of Prince Minqing's mansion, Qingyi stood energetically. When he saw Mu Zihuai approaching, he grinned big, took two steps forward, and bowed to salute: "The weather is cold, sir, did you catch cold on the road?" While talking, he put his coat on Mu Zihuai's body and led him to the door.

Mu Zihuai raised his lips and smiled, helped the clothes on his shoulders, and entered the mansion with his clothes on. "Thank you for your hard work. I told you that you don't have to wait for me at the door. Why are you still here?"

"The villain is also idle when he is idle, so there is no hard work."

As soon as the words fell, a gust of autumn wind blew by, and the leaves on the trees on the side of the road rustled.

"Princess be careful!"

A voice came from a distance in the wind. Mu Zihuai squinted his eyes and looked up. The princess and a few maidservants were a hundred feet away, blown to one side by the violent autumn wind.

In particular, the princess was wearing heavy ornaments on her head and she was wearing heavy clothes. She almost fell down and stood still with the help of the maid.

Mu Zihuai opened his mouth just as he was about to ask Qingyi to go over to help, but another gust of wind blew past him, the words were forced back into his stomach, his feet slipped back a step, and his back was held steady again.

After the wind passed, Mu Zihuai stood up straight, and then said to the people behind him: "Thank you, Qingyi."

Qingyi's voice came from obliquely in front. "gentlemen."

Mu Zihuai felt something was wrong, turned his head to look around, and saw the serious face of the prince at a glance. It was the prince who supported him and saved himself from falling.

Huangfu Yunhua looked at Mu Zihuai's surprised face, and felt a little happy in his heart, touched the thin clothes under his hands, and frowned slightly. "Wear more clothes next time, don't catch a cold."

Only then did Mu Zihuai react, and reflexively looked at the princess and her party in the distance, hurriedly stepped forward to avoid the prince's hand, and bowed his hands in salute. "Thank you, my lord."

The hand froze in the air for a moment, then slowly retracted, Huangfu Yunhua's face turned ugly in the breeze. "Qingyi, send your husband back quickly, the sky is about to change."

Qingyi responded repeatedly, stepped forward to help Mu Zihuai to leave.

The wind gradually stopped, and the princess and her party in the distance rearranged their clothes and approached slowly. Mu Zihuai stopped and bowed his hands to salute, but the princess didn't respond, and she didn't even look at Mu Zihuai, her slender neck was raised high Yes, even when he saw the prince, he didn't stop to salute, and went straight past the two of them.

The prince also didn't seem to care, as if he didn't see anyone at all, the relationship between the two was so cold that it almost froze.

Mu Zihuai was choked by the princess's attitude, a little uncomfortable, and cupped his hands at the prince to leave.

"Zihuai," Huangfu Yunhua, who was standing still, suddenly remembered something, and called him to stop. "Don't go out tonight."

Mu Zihuai paused, "Okay." Then he walked away quickly.

After walking a hundred steps, he was sure that the prince would not hear the conversation between the two, so Mu Zihuai said in a low voice: "Qingyi, it seems that the prince just came back from outside, do you know where he went just now?"

Qing Yi walked obliquely behind Mu Zihuai, in case the wind blew again and Mr. Wang could not stand still. "It is said that there is news from the palace that the emperor is seriously ill."

"Really? How long has the prince been away?" Mu Zihuai looked over with his head tilted, his brows already frowned.

"Less than an hour." Qingyi replied, seeing Mu Zihuai's slowly worried face, he comforted him: "Sir, don't worry, the prince came back so early, it should be that the emperor's condition is no longer a problem."

Mu Zihuai nodded indiscriminately, but his heart became more and more worried.

Inside the palace, the martial law started at the day shop, especially the guards in the emperor's bedroom had three floors inside and outside. More than a dozen imperial doctors gathered outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, discussing softly, and the expressions on everyone's faces were as if the sky was falling down.

Several princes and princesses were called into the palace, and they were all dismissed within half an hour.Long Xiu has just received an order from the emperor that no one is allowed to enter the Hall of Mental Cultivation except for the imperial doctor and maids.

Seeing the ashen faces of those imperial doctors, Long Xiu's heart sank heavily. Realizing the seriousness of his gaffe, he temporarily dispatched some guards, not only the Hall of Mental Cultivation, but also the entire imperial palace.

The gate of the Hall of Mental Cultivation opened again, and a group of imperial doctors poured in cautiously. The people on the dragon bed had their eyes half-opened, their eyes were cloudy, and their fingers trembled uncontrollably.

When the imperial doctors saw the emperor's appearance, they were so frightened that they did not dare to move, they knelt on the ground and did not dare to move forward.All available medicines have been used, the emperor is old, exhausted from dealing with state affairs, now it is the year of the Zhang Dynasty, and compared with previous monarchs, he is already the longest reigning emperor.

Several court ladies stood aside with towels and water basins, no one dared to move, until after a stick of incense, the slightly undulating dragon stopped, and an Eunuch Li who was guarding the bed shook his body forward , fingers probed under the snort.

Kneeling on the ground with a plop, kowtowed twice before speaking.

"Your Majesty, you have returned to heaven."

The imperial physicians and court ladies present were all startled, they knelt down one after another, prostrated themselves towards the dragon bed, and shouted in unison: "Your Majesty, you have returned to heaven."

"Your Majesty, you have returned to heaven."

"Your Majesty, you have returned to heaven."

The sound came out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and the guards outside the hall were all shocked when they heard the sound, and they turned around and knelt down to the Hall of Mental Cultivation in peace.

Long Xiu knelt down, kowtowed his head and stood up again. He ordered all the guards to stand up and return to their positions. They guarded the Hall of Mental Cultivation. No one could enter or leave the hall.

The bell was rung and spread throughout the capital. In one night, news of the emperor's death would be spread, and all kinds of ambitions to spy on the throne would surface.

Long Xiu was standing outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and his spear hit the ground. A hole appeared in the blue floor tiles so that the spear could not fall down.

Come on, whether it is to force the palace or seize the heir.

Don't even think about stepping through here.