The whole world is waiting for my deposed empress

There were glaring bloodstains on the floor of the inner hall.

The clothes under Ming Feiqing's body were all soaked in blood. He had become confused due to excessive blood loss, his face was as white as frost and snow, covered with fine cold sweat, his chest heaved violently, but he did not breathe evenly and steadily.

Qin Ran knew that people would die if this continued, so he asked Huaijin to hold Ming Feiqing's upper body and was about to pull out the wooden awl.

Huaijin was used to seeing blood and flesh flying on the battlefield, and had also seen Ming Feiqing who was hanged outside the city tower with half his life left, so it stands to reason that he shouldn't panic.

But Qin Ran called his name twice before Huai Ziyu came back to his senses. He hugged Ming Feiqing's soft upper body very carefully, let the back of his head stick to his heart, and then covered Ming Feiqing with his hands. Fei Qing's eyes were half-opened.

Yaotong took a bowl of Mabosan, Ming Feiqing only drank one-third of it, the rest was mixed with blood and vomited out.

Without any further delay, Qin Ran wiped off the cold sweat from his hands with a handkerchief, held the end of the wooden awl on Ming Feiqing's right knee, and gave the crown prince a look. Huaijin knew what would happen next, so he hugged Ming Feiqing tightly. Ming Feiqing's upper body was pressed against his ear, and he said in a trembling voice: "Be patient, Fei Qing, if you bear it, it won't hurt anymore."

In the chaos, Ming Feiqing's subconscious mind was still willing to believe in Ah Jin. He gradually relaxed, and just as his body stretched, he felt severe pain in his knees.

Qin Ran pulled out the wooden awl on his right knee, and a column of blood sprayed onto his face.

It was as if a hole had been broken in Ming Feiqing's knee. Originally it was blocked by a wooden awl, and the blood loss was still in a controllable range. Now the blocked thing was pulled out, and the blood gushed out violently.

He straightened his body as if in stress, but he no longer even had the strength to cry out for pain, his body softened again, and he passed out completely.

Qin Ran was busy stopping the bleeding, and several other imperial physicians from the imperial hospital rushed up to administer acupuncture and moxibustion medicine to Ming Feiqing.

This life was rescued with great difficulty.

On the evening of the second day, Ming Feiqing was brought back to the East Palace.

The butler heard that something happened in the blessing ceremony early in the morning, and he was prepared in his heart, but when he saw the prince carrying the unconscious and dying young gentleman from the carriage, his heart still raised his throat—how could he be hurt like this!

The accident at the blessing ceremony was lightly exposed by the emperor. After all, the army's westward march is imminent, and the most important thing is to stabilize the army's morale.

Half a month later, 20 Xiqin troops set out to fight. On this day, Ming Feiqing woke up from the nightmare of corpses strewn all over the field.

Unlike the previous chaotic daze, he was completely awake this time.

The first thing I did after waking up was to grab Huai Ziyu's hand: "Ajin, I feel uneasy, can we not fight this battle?"

Huaijin didn't expect that when he woke up, he was concerned about this matter. His heart was sore and astringent. He pressed Ming Feiqing back into the bed: "This battle is determined to be won, and I can't interfere."

200 years ago, Xiyi used to be a territory of Xiqin. Because the sky was high and the emperor was far away, the county king of Xiyi at that time took the opportunity to establish himself as king. Taking advantage of the natural geographical advantages, he separated from Xiqin and recreated the A kingdom, and growing rapidly, is a growing threat to the frontier.

The imperial family of Xiqin regards the recovery of Xiyi as a major task. Xiyi is the obsession of the emperors of all dynasties. Even if Huaijin ascends the throne in the future, he will have to take on this important task.

Whoever can regain Xiyi during his reign will win eternal fame and praise from all ages.

Ming Feiqing knew the stakes in this, even A Jin couldn't persuade the emperor, and he was even more soft-spoken, so he stopped insisting.

Only then did he feel the discomfort in his body, as if two mountains were pressed on his knees, it was stuffy and heavy, although it didn't hurt, it was as uncomfortable as being drilled into a bone by ants.

He caught a glimpse of the wheelchair beside the bed, looked into Huaijin's eyes and asked, "I...will I not be able to stand up anymore?"

Huaijin's hand holding the medicine paused, and he took Ming Feiqing's right hand outside the quilt, touching his palm: "The imperial doctor said... it's just that you can't leave the wheelchair for a year, and you must take good care of it with medicine this year. It will be fine."

"...Really?" There was a bit of joy in his eyes that survived the catastrophe.

Huaijin couldn't bear to look more, and lowered her eyes and said: "Really, when have I lied to you?" He said, holding Ming Feiqing's hand even tighter.

Ming Feiqing didn't doubt that there was him, but instead blamed himself: "I don't know what happened that day, but halfway through the walk, my head suddenly became dizzy, and I fell down when my eyes were dark, ruining the whole blessing ceremony."

After he came back from the southern country, his health was not in good condition. He often suffered from headaches and brain fever, so he thought that he was also weak and ill because of the wind that day.

"I can't blame you all." Huai Ziyu said with downcast eyes, "I have ordered the carpenter who built the jade platform to be disposed of."

How could he fail to see the heresy of that day?

If the wooden cone on the steps hadn't been loosened beforehand, even if Ming Feiqing fell down, he wouldn't be injured so badly.

"How to deal with it?" Ming Feiqing became anxious after hearing this, "No one would have expected such a thing to happen, and the carpenter is also very innocent, Jin, don't treat them harshly."

Huaijin sighed. In the whole situation, the only innocent victim was Ming Feiqing, but he was ignorant and still begging for mercy for the perpetrator.

"I fined them three years' salary, expelled them from the palace, and never hired them."

By the way, dug up these carpenter's knees and fed them to the dogs.Huai Jin would not say this clearly.

Ming Feiqing believed it was true, thinking that this group of people would still have a way out of the palace.

A month later, he could barely get out of bed and slowly adapted to the wheelchair made of agarwood.

Qin Ran came to take his pulse every day and took medicine for him. He almost became the exclusive imperial doctor of the East Palace. Ming Feiqing's body was nursed by him bit by bit.

However, the frontline warfare is not optimistic.

Three months later, in the early hours of the morning, a horse came galloping outside the imperial city, and the man on the horse held up the battle report in his hand: "Eight hundred miles urgent battle report! Open the city gate quickly!!"

The battle report was rushed all the way to the palace and unfolded in front of the emperor.

"Our army encountered a snowstorm in the natural dangerous gorge and an avalanche. The Xiyi army took advantage of the gap and entered, and 20 troops died on the border. They...they will..." The soldier who sent the battle report broke down in tears, "They will also send Song Bai The general's head is hung on the canyon, let him see the corpses of his soldiers everywhere!!"

The emperor's face was ashen, and he fell down on the dragon chair.

"20 troops...that's all the elite of my Xiqin!"

Those soldiers, the youngest is 17 years old, and the oldest is only in his early 20s.

How will he explain to the world?

He worked hard for half his life, but he had to lose his life because of a battle, and the people could drown him, the emperor, with a single spittle.

"They died in an avalanche, it was a natural disaster..." the emperor murmured, "It was God who sent this disaster, it wasn't my decision-making mistakes... It was... Ming Feiqing, at the blessing ceremony that day, he caused I was angry with the heavens, that's why the gods will punish me, Xi Qinerlang!"

The emperor stood up abruptly, and became more and more determined as he spoke: "That's right, that's right! What Ziweixing, he is simply a disaster star, a disaster star that will bring disaster to the country and the people!!"

The disastrous defeat on the front line could not be concealed the next day. While the public resentment was overwhelming, some people deliberately brought up the accident of the blessing ceremony that day.

"It's the princess who is dishonest, so God is angry!"

"Didn't it say that with Ziweixing, my Xiqin country will be prosperous?! It's all a lie, a lie!!"

......

At the gate of the East Palace, Ming Feiqing was giving porridge to those beggars who were suffering from the cold in the snow.

Sitting in a wheelchair, he served porridge for them with his own hands. Each beggar received a bowl of rice porridge with ample portion, two hot roasted sweet potatoes, and a bag of raw rice.

In fact, these things can be handled by the housekeeper and servants, but Ming Feiqing was influenced by his mother Su Qiu since he was a child. When he was in Tuzhou, he often followed his mother to donate pastries to those who couldn't eat enough.

"Being successful can also help the world", even if he became a princess today, he never forgot his mother's teaching.

"Young Master! Young Master!!" Xichun, who came back from shopping, rushed over.

Ming Feiqing turned his head and looked, seeing Xichun's panicked face, he handed the porridge spoon to Tianqing, he freed his hand and asked, "What happened?"

"The front line was defeated! The 20 army was wiped out!"

"what?"

I was busy giving out porridge today, so I didn't pay attention to these movements.

The first thought that flashed through Ming Feiqing's mind was: "Where's Your Highness?!"

In the army of the Western Expedition, not only the commander was Huaijin's close friend, more than half of the young soldiers were also trained by Huaijin.

Huaijin must have been hit hard by this defeat.

"Your Highness is still in the palace! There's no time to worry about that much, Young Master, you hurry and hide in the mansion!" Xichun anxiously pushed Ming Feiqing into the mansion.

Ming Feiqing didn't understand, so: "I still need to give porridge, why should I hide?!"

Before Xichun could reply, the mighty denouncing crowd had already rushed to the gate of the East Palace.

"It's him, it's him who caused our soldiers to die in natural disasters!!"

Someone pointed at Ming Feiqing and reprimanded him angrily.

"You give back my son! You give back my son!"

"Calamity, disaster! It was you who angered the heavens at the blessing ceremony, and that's why we lost so badly! The lives of 20 people were ruined by you!"

While cursing, this group of people grabbed vegetable leaves and threw them at Ming Feiqing.

The guards of the Eastern Palace immediately stepped forward to protect them. Seeing the guards carrying knives, the people became even more excited, and even collided with the guards on the spot.

The scene was chaotic for a while. Seeing this, the beggars who had lined up immediately grabbed the sweet potatoes and raw rice on the table. During the chaos, the rice porridge was dumped on the ground, scalding several young maids who were serving the porridge.

"it's him!!"

The shrill voice cut through the chaotic situation, Ming Feiqing turned his head to look, and recognized the speaker as the woman who knelt at the gate of the East Palace a few months ago and begged him to save the child's life.

The woman no longer had a baby in her hands, and she was dressed in plain white. She pointed at Ming Feiqing, cried and scolded: "My son has died of a serious illness. Did you pray or curse that day! It was you who killed my son! You are not Ziweixing, you are a disaster star, a disaster star that caused a disaster for the world, killed my two-year-old child, and killed 20 Xiqin Erlang!! You should die to apologize!!!”

A stone flew in the air and hit Ming Feiqing's forehead. He only felt a sharp pain, and when he raised his hand to touch it, there was a wet bloodstain.

He looked at the angry and excited people in front of him, thinking that he was the initiator of this battle, or that he was the commander of Xiyi, otherwise it would be difficult to explain the behavior of these people who poured their anger on him.

He spread out his hand, looked carefully, and found that there was only his own blood on it, no one else's.

There is no blood of that child, let alone the blood of 20 soldiers.

He didn't kill the person, why did everyone think he was the scourge?

The guards couldn't stop more and more troublemakers, Tianqing and Xichun who stood in front of Ming Feiqing were torn apart by several people.

There was a whirlwind in front of his eyes, Ming Feiqing fell from the wheelchair and fell on the icy snow, his knees were so painful.

Someone threw vegetable leaves at him, someone threw stones at him, and someone wanted to trample him.

"stop!!"

Huai Jin arrived with soldiers and threw several civilians who took the opportunity to vent their anger ten meters away on the spot.

"The war is lost, you go to the emperor who insisted on going west to go to the west to ask for an explanation! Come to my east palace to play wild, do you think you have lived too long!"

Dozens of soldiers dispersed the people, Huaijin picked up Ming Feiqing who had fallen to the ground, and saw that his forehead was bloody, and his brows frowned even deeper.

"Go and call Qin Ran."

After he finished speaking, he picked up Ming Feiqing and walked into the mansion.

Ming Feiqing came back to his senses, seeing that it was Ah Jin who was hugging him, he instantly felt relieved. He grabbed Huai Jin's collar and asked carefully, "Your Highness, are you alright?"

Huai Jin looked down at him and said, "Take care of yourself first."

Qin Ran came to bandage the wound on Ming Feiqing's forehead, and applied medicine to the bruises on his hands and feet, and then went out to write prescriptions.

Huai Jin was always by her side, but her face was sullen and she didn't speak much.

Ming Feiqing stretched out his hand and squeezed his palm, not knowing how to comfort him—that was 20 young and fresh lives.

"Song Bai...he once blocked a knife for me before the battle." Huai Ziyu said, and when he looked up, there were tears in his eyes, "He saved my life. Before the army set off, I promised to wait for him Triumph, personally officiate the marriage between him and Miss Zhang... But now, I can't even get his whole body."

"A Jin..." Ming Feiqing didn't know what to say to comfort him.

"It shouldn't be." Huaijin looked at Ming Feiqing, reached out to stroke his cheek, and murmured: "With you here, it shouldn't be like this."

Since getting Ming Feiqing, he has always been invincible except for the Tuzhou battle.

It failed miserably today.

His confidant general, his 20 brothers...

"Fei Qing..."

Ming Feiqing heard him call her name, and immediately said: "I am here."

Huaijin's next sentence made him fall into an abyss: "Are you really unlucky?"

......

Even if he had died once, Ming Feiqing would never forget Huaijin's demeanor when he said this in his previous life, the subtlety of suspicion and suspicion mixed with blame, distorted the handsome face that once fascinated him into an extremely ugly one.

Ming Feiqing came back to his senses, looked around, the old emperor was still lying on the bed, and Huaijin was still pretending to massage the old wound on his knee.

In this life, many things have not had time to happen.

Seeing Huaijin's genuinely concerned face, he suddenly felt nauseous, raised his hand and pushed him away forcefully, turned his head and retched!

Huai Ziyu, who was squatting on his ass, fell: "???"