The whole world is waiting for my deposed empress

A few days later, news came from the border that it was suspected that the emperor had fallen to Epiphyllum Town at the bottom of the cliff.

There is a river in Epiphyllum Town that connects to the bottom of the cliff. The weather has gotten warmer recently and the ice on the river has melted. If Huaijin fell into the river that day, there is a high probability that he would be washed up on the opposite bank of Epiphyllum Town.

They used the word "distress" in the memorial, implying that the Queen, Your Majesty, is in danger.

Ming Feiqing knew it well, he didn't place his hopes on the metaphysics of hexagrams and images, he wanted to go to Epiphyllum Town in person.

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was against it—Xi Qin could not be left alone to preside over the government.

But Ming Feiqing said: "He is the king of Xiqin, only I have the right to collect his body."

Everyone knew that the chance of the emperor surviving was almost zero, but no one dared to say the word "death".

The word "collect the corpse" was the most cruel word used on Huai Ziyu in the past month.

The word comes from the mouth of his queen.

Everyone was silent, all lowered their eyes, full of sadness.

Ming Feiqing said to He Lanqi: "During the time I'm going to the border, I will temporarily hand over important matters to the imperial court."

Being entrusted with such an important task, He Lanqi immediately concealed his sadness, and knelt down to accept this oral instruction.

The Lin family's party was in decline, and the government and the public could always be quiet for a period of time after killing the chickens to make an example of the monkeys. Even if Ming Feiqing was not in the palace, no one would have the courage to stir up any disturbances.

He arranged all the matters that he was not in the palace, ranging from state affairs to Huaiyuan's food and clothing, everything was arranged without omission.

Three days later, Ming Feiqing secretly left the palace.

Accompanying him, besides Tian Qing, is Wen Heng who is a master of martial arts, national teacher Zhang Qi, and Qin Ran.

Qin Ran's medical skills are excellent, if there is still a glimmer of life when he finds Huai Jin, the existence of Qin's imperial physician is very important.

Ming Feiqing is more sober than anyone else, yet he refuses to let go of this delusion.

There is another reason: epiphyllum town is plagued by plague.

When Ming Feiqing learned about the plague, he hadn't gotten into the carriage yet, so he could return to the palace at this time.

Qin Ran tried his best to persuade him: "The plague in the southern kingdom spread from the imperial city to the border, which shows how dangerous this disease is. The queen is already weak, so there is really no need to go to the danger in person!"

Ming Feiqing had already boarded the carriage with Tianqing's support, he had no intention of going back to the palace: "I can't die in the southern country for three years, can I still be caught in the plague? If you are really worried, just ask the national teacher, Can the plague affect me?"

The national teacher immediately said: "I have calculated that this plague is a natural disaster, as long as it is a natural disaster, it will not hurt Ziwei Xing."

Only then did Qin Ran feel at ease, and suddenly thought of something, and said, "Does your queen still remember the flowers of the past life?"

Ming Feiqing naturally remembered that a month ago, the soldiers at the frontier reported that Yelu Nanzhi was poisoned and carried off the battlefield that day - this was the credit of the Flower of Death.

Qin Ran: "The symptoms of this plague are exactly the same as the poison of the past life flower, but the poison of the past life flower itself is not contagious, and somehow it developed into a plague in the southern country. I am just worried that this is a man-made disaster! "

The national teacher said: "The southern country uses witchcraft to do evil. This is the punishment of heaven. Even if there is no flower of death, there will be other plagues. This is the punishment of heaven."

"What witchcraft?" Ming Feiqing looked into the eyes of the national teacher and asked.

Only then did the national teacher realize that he had slipped his tongue, and Qin Ran was also dumbfounded.

Ming Feiqing saw something wrong at a glance: "Is there something you are hiding from me?"

He remembered that these two were Huai Ziyu's henchmen, and immediately changed his words and asked: "It seems that Huaijin has something to hide from me."

He scanned the two of them with questioning eyes, which was extremely oppressive.

Seeing that he couldn't hide it anymore, the national teacher told all about the witchcraft that day, but concealed the fact that Huaijin lost 30 years of life.

After hearing this, Ming Feiqing slowly tightened his grip on the curtain, his eyes were reddish, and he was silent for a long time before saying:

"When I was trying to survive, he forced me to die. When I was on the verge of death, he forced me to live forever. Who does he think he is?"

The wind in the imperial city was so strong that the sand was blown into my eyes.

Ming Feiqing rubbed his sore eyes, and said to Wen Heng: "Let's go. Whether he is dead or alive, I have to see with my own eyes."

Three carriages and a hundred military elites in plain clothes secretly left the imperial city and rushed to the border.

The border between South China and West Qin has been plagued by war for many years, and the only small town here is called Epiphyllum Town.

The town is still there in the morning, but it may be destroyed by the flames of war at night, and the vitality here is like a flash in the pan.

Troubles come out of poor mountains and bad waters, don't expect any good people to be raised in the town.

The boy had been hungry for six days.

Six days ago, he only ate a handful of bitter wild vegetables.

The owner of the only steamed stuffed bun shop in the town was holding a broken fan to drive away the flies hovering on the buns.

The young man struggled to stand up against the broken wall. He was wearing a thin black shirt, and there was a dry red and black blood on his chest. When he looked closely, he could see three rotten arrow holes. The wound on his chest made him unable to move his waist The back is straight, and the steps are blunt and blunt. Every time you take a step, a few drops of black blood will drip from your body.

His whole body was burning with high fever, and he was dizzy with hunger. He couldn't hold on any longer. He mustered up the courage to go to the steamed stuffed bun shop. But without hiding his handsome face, he stretched out a finger and gestured a "one" to the boss.

The fat-headed and big-eared boss took a look at him and drove him away: "Go away, I don't give money to beggars!"

With determination in his eyes, the young man shook his head and waved his hands.

The boss sneered and said, "You're still a dumb man, aren't you a beggar? Then do you have money? I think this fox fur coat on your body is quite valuable. How about taking it off and exchanging it for buns?"

The young baby usually held the blood-stained fox fur around his neck tightly, and shook his head vigorously, meaning that he would not change it.

The boss said with contempt: "If you have no money, get out!" tt

The young man took out a worn-out copper plate from his sleeve, which was the only one who gave him alms since he was treated as a beggar for so many days.

Even though he was unwilling to spend this copper coin, he finally let go of the dignity and pride engraved in his bones, succumbed to hunger and cold, and just wanted to eat a cold bun.

The boss took the copper coin with a smile and continued to chase away the flies.

The anticipation in the young man's eyes dimmed, and he pointed to the meat bun, signaling that he should pay both money and goods.

The boss laughed: "When did you give me money? Has anyone seen me taking money from you? Get out of here! Beggar, don't affect my business!"

The young man tilted his head, his grievance and anger poured out, he stretched out his hand, put it on the table, and stared at the boss.

The boss stretched out his fat hand and pinched his neck: "If you want to live, get out of here! Otherwise, I'll kill you and chop stuffed buns!"

With a wave of his hand, the boy was thrown to the ground, splashing dust all over the place.

He clutched his painful chest, and when he opened his palm, it was wet with black blood again.

"Dead rat! Eating it again!"

The boss then threw a mouse, and the mouse escaped without a trace.

The steamed stuffed bun was gnawed several times by the mouse, and it seemed that it could not be sold.

The boss grabbed the bun and threw it on the ground, which happened to land less than one meter away from the boy's hand.

One side of the bun was bitten by a mouse, but the other side was fine.

Throwing away is what others don't want.

Not stealing.

Besides, he just paid for it.

Thinking this way, the young man reached out to pick up the bun, tore off the side that had been bitten by the mouse, patted off the dust on it, and was about to put it in his mouth.

Suddenly, a sinister cry sounded from behind: "There is a thief stealing buns!!"

Many feet surrounded him, and the leader was the bun shop owner with a full face. He stepped on the boy's hand holding the bun and crushed it hard.

The chilblains on his hands had been crushed and bled.

"Kill this thief!!"

The boy was tortured by the high fever and became dumb. He couldn't defend himself, couldn't fight back, and couldn't even cry out in pain.

He was kicked and kicked by these people, his forehead was smashed by stones, he was spat on, his stomach was stepped on, and his wound was stepped on.

The hair on the back of his head was grabbed by the boss, and his whole face was pushed into the sewage pit on the ground: "Xi Qin's dog, you still want to please me? Go to hell!"

A circle of bright red blood smudged in the sewage.

I don't know how long it took.

Until the sun is about to set.

The boy woke up in a burst of suffocation, he was not dead.

It seemed like he would never die.

Frozen in the river for three days and three nights without dying, the three penetrating wounds began to rot, pus and black blood came out, and the fever continued for nearly a month, the throat was burned out, and the brain was burned into confusion. I didn't lose my breath even after I couldn't stop, and I still didn't lose my breath after being hungry for nearly a month.

Now that he has been beaten all over his body, he still has his breath.

He dragged his broken body and moved step by step to the deserted river outside the town.

There was an uninhabited dilapidated house there, and because of this dilapidated house sheltered from the wind and rain, he was not frozen to death in the winter night at the border.

He walked to the river and saw his own face through the clear water, and he was beaten to the point of losing his appearance.

He scooped up water with his hand and splashed it on his face.

The cold water irritated the cracked wound and the chilblains on his hands, and the pain was numb, but he didn't feel too uncomfortable.

He doesn't remember who he is, he just thinks some people are born so hard.

Fortunately, he still has something to worry about.

He carefully took off the tattered black robe on his body, and took off the fox fur inner jacket that was closest to his body.

The cloth was stained with blood and stuck to the three rotten penetrating wounds on his chest. He took a deep breath of cold air and reluctantly tore the cloth away from the flesh and blood!

Enduring the severe pain, he put the bloody fox fur coat into the river.

He rubbed the stains with his hands, trying to clean the ugly collar.

He forgot his identity and experience, only he remembered that there was a person in his heart that should be extremely cherished, and this underwear was mended for him by that person.

He couldn't remember that person's name, but he could see him in a dream with a high fever, a fairy-like person, always holding his cheeks when he was in the most pain and despair, and calling him softly: Ah Jin.

He said: Ah Jin, don't be afraid, no one can defeat you.

The boy raised his hand to wipe away the hot tears, just because of this sentence in his memory, he will not give up easily.

He washed his inner clothes and hung them on the branches to let the sun dry.

The sleeve slipped off, and he saw blue petal spots growing on his bruised arms.

The owner of that dilapidated house, his whole family died of the past life flower plague.