The whole world is waiting for my deposed empress

It wasn't until nightfall that Ming Feiqing calmed down. The imperial decree had been wrinkled by him, and the "Western Expedition" and "Blessing Ceremony" on it were particularly glaring.

What was supposed to come still came, not only did not avoid it, but it was ahead of schedule.

With a few pieces of bruised Huaizi jade on his forehead, he walked in angrily, and slapped the table: "You dare to feed this prince like a pig!!"

Ming Feiqing glanced at him indifferently, "I didn't mean that. Your Highness wants to be a pig, so I won't stop you."

He didn't want to get too entangled with this dishonest person anymore, so he got up and went back to the bedroom. Huaijin hurried to catch up, and when he reached the door of the bedroom, he was hit all over the face by a quilt. He was shocked and furious:

"You don't even let me sleep on the floor?!"

"Your Highness, please take care of yourself."

"Ming Feiqing! Don't push yourself too hard! This is the East Palace!"

Ming Feiqing said: "Then I go?"

"...I didn't mean that." Huaijin blocked the door, not letting him leave, gnashing his teeth, "Just because I'm not the one who marched west, are you lukewarm to me?"

"Your Highness lied to me, you should bear the price." He was stern and selfless.

However, Huaijin saw through another layer: "You believed that I would die on the battlefield, that's why you treated me kindly. Now that I can't die, you are very disappointed, aren't you?"

"Your Highness is wise." Ming Feiqing didn't refute, but praised Huaijin for being smart, and almost said clearly, "Yes, I only treat you for the sake of your dying, now that you can't die, just get away with me as far as you can." Far!"

"..." Huai Ziyu let go of the hand that opened the door, and with a self-deprecating smile, he threw the quilt in his hand, and left Shanyue Pavilion without looking back.

Tian Qing waited for him to leave before going forward to pick up the quilt on the ground, and said to Ming Feiqing: "What should I do, His Highness seems to be really angry."

In Tian Qing's view, the son's attitude today is really hurtful.

"I don't care if he's happy or not."

Ming Feiqing sighed, what he had to worry about was the blessing ceremony and 20 lives.

Whether Huai Jin is hurt or not is very irrelevant to him now.

The blessing ceremony is scheduled for six days later, and the army's westward expedition is scheduled for one month later.

Huaijin got busy with military affairs, and was not at home as before. If he didn't come back for dinner, he wouldn't send someone to explain to Ming Feiqing.

The two became alienated overnight and became speechless.

Even though winter had not yet entered, the East Palace was already covered with a layer of air-conditioning.

It wasn't until the day of the blessing ceremony, after Ming Feiqing entered the palace, that he met Huaijin face to face in the Hall of Harmony.

This kind of cold war situation was not absent in the past, but most of them were Ming Feiqing who first bowed his head to show his favor.

Huaijin thought that today was no exception.

"Tell me about the process of praying for blessings today." Ming Feiqing walked towards the jade platform outside the hall while talking with the national teacher beside him.

Completely regard Huai Ziyu as air.

He even just glanced at Huai Jin out of the corner of his eye, his eyes never resting on him for a moment.

Huaijin: "..."

The jade platform built for blessing outside the hall is the same as the previous life.

Ming Feiqing stood on the flat ground, looking up at the stairs several meters high.

The stairs are built with precious wood, and the handrails are polished smoothly, which looks very solid from a distance.

Only those who have actually fallen from the top once know that the joints of these steps have been tampered with by the carpenter. If the person walking on it is a little careless, the wooden cone inlaid downward will roll out and pierce the flesh and blood of the person. and bones.

The feeling of crippled legs, one will never forget after death.

"Young Master."

Ming Feiqing turned around and saw that the person calling him was Zhang Qi, the national teacher.

Zhang Qi held six coiled dragon golden incense sticks in his hand, walked up to Ming Feiqing and said, "Your Majesty will be the young master after offering the incense later. This blessing must be word-for-word, and I will read it to the young master again." ..."

The content of the congratulations was quite complicated, and the national teacher was afraid that Ming Feiqing would forget, so he came here to remind him.

Ming Feiqing pretended to listen carefully, but his eyes fell on the Panlong Jinxiang in his hand.

A lifelike dragon is carved on the incense sticks. The dragon body is covered with large pieces of gold leaf, coiled around it, and its eyes are inlaid with two tiny pearls. Only people in the royal family are worthy of this kind of incense ceremony to pray to the Buddha.

It is said that the pious incense in the world can reach the gods directly. I am afraid that even the gods would never think that some people in the world would dare to mix poisonous drugs into incense.

Ming Feiqing looked at the emperor not far away. He was wearing a dragon robe, with a dignified and pious face, which fit the image of a benevolent monarch in the hearts of the people.

The heart under the human skin was rotten and smelly, and the smell made Ming Feiqing want to vomit.

Then he saw Huai Jin next to him, and remembered the word "unlucky" in his mouth.

"Young Master, your complexion is not very good, do you feel unwell?"

The national teacher asked with concern.

Ming Feiqing shook his head.

The national teacher said: "If you feel unwell, it's best to say it before the ceremony. Once the blessing ceremony starts, even if the young master suffers from an old knee injury, it will be regarded as a bad omen."

Ming Feiqing knew that Zhang Qi had good intentions. Although this national teacher was Huaijin's confidant, he was not surnamed Huai. A cold-blooded person.

"I'm fine, you don't need to worry too much." A thought flashed in Ming Feiqing's mind, and he suddenly reminded Zhang Qi, "You just said that if there is an abnormality after the blessing ceremony begins, it is bad luck?"

National Teacher: "Yes. Right now is the critical moment of the Western Expedition. If there is bloody disaster during the ceremony, it will definitely be regarded as a sign of disaster, and I am afraid that it will become the target of public criticism."

"For such a big matter, the national teacher must definitely speak clearly to the courtiers present." Ming Feiqing glanced at the civil and military officials around the jade platform, "What if someone coughs accidentally, or gets hit? Isn't the summer heat affecting Xiqin's national destiny because of a small loss?"

"Young Master's words are absolutely true!"

This is a suggestion from Ziweixing, the national teacher Feng Ruoguigao.

When the ceremony officially started, the national teacher deliberately said these words in front of the officials and the emperor: "Today's grand ceremony is about the Western Expedition and the national fortune. When the Holy Majesty prays, you must be sincere and don't be bloody and sick, otherwise you will be just Afraid to offend Tianwei!"

Everyone in Xiqin believed in the gods of astrology, so naturally he only obeyed the words of the national teacher.

Prime Minister Lin, the head of all the officials, took a quiet look at Zhang Qi: Could it be that His Majesty asked the national teacher to say this?

When the auspicious time came, drums and music sounded, and all the officials, headed by the prince, knelt down to show their sincerity.

The emperor in Chinese clothes took the Panlong Jinxiang from the national teacher and stepped up the stairs step by step.

Ming Feiqing was watching from the ground, he was watching the emperor, Huaijin was watching him.

He doesn't know why today, but his heart is always uneasy.

As soon as Ming Feiqing climbed to a high place, he began to fear.

The scene in the dream surfaced bloody.

Huaijin couldn't forget it even if she wanted to.

He was restless today, and he was afraid of what the national teacher said, trying to get rid of distracting thoughts, but his eyes were firmly glued to Fei Qing.

Ming Feiqing was a distracting thought in his heart that he could never get rid of—he didn't want to get rid of it either.

Just as he was in a daze, the emperor who had already reached the middle of the stairs suddenly stopped.

The quiet fragrance lingered in his nostrils, his limbs seemed to be infused with mercury by this fragrance, and he could not move.

The emperor's eyes widened in horror, and he tried his best to look at Ming Feiqing who was on the flat ground.

Ming Feiqing smiled at the emperor, and gently shook the three coiled dragon golden incense sticks in his hands—the three sticks of incense sticks that should be in the hands of the emperor.

The drug is colorless and odorless, and the appearance of the incense sticks is only slightly different.

The emperor's confidants had arranged everything, but they missed the link of the national teacher.

Ming Feiqing just changed the position of the three incense sticks quietly while chatting with the national teacher.

Therefore, the person who should have suffered a bloody disaster today became the old emperor.

There were several muffled bangs, and the emperor rolled straight down the stairs. The loose wooden cones flew out amidst the vibrations, and randomly stuck on the rolling people.

"His Majesty!!"

Everyone shouted, but they didn't have time to do anything. They watched the emperor's legs and chest pierced by five or six wooden cones.

Blood spattered out, the stairs collapsed, and dust splashed all over the place.

The imperial physician rushed to the emperor, and all the officials were terrified. Only a few important officials dared to step forward and take a closer look.

The blessing ceremony was in chaos.

Ming Feiqing seemed to stay out of the matter, watching with cold eyes.

Standing in place, Huai Jin glanced over the collapsed stairs, the father who was spitting blood, and finally only stayed on Ming Feiqing who was safe and sound.

fortunately.

He smelled the bloody smell from his biological father, and the only thought that popped up in his mind was: Fortunately, Ming Feiqing was not the one who fell.

He hurried over, trying to take Ming Feiqing away from the surrounding area of ​​Yutai, fearing that the collapse would happen again.

Ming Feiqing was so calm that people were shocked. He pointed to the emperor who had been pierced by the wooden awl, with blood in his eyes, and excitedly said to Huaijin: "A disaster of blood, Ajin."

"Look, it turns out that your father is the most ominous person for Xi Qin."