Quick Transmigration: Conquering the Sick Daughters in the Shura Field

The wind outside the window is no longer as damp and cold as it was before, with occasional bursts of drizzle, and the breeze blowing by is like a prelude to ushering in spring.

Wherever it blows, a layer of emerald green haze rises.

The raindrops on the eaves ticked twice, making a few splashes on the window lattice.

Shi Xi nestled in the house, bored.

Or it could be said - because of the pain in his back, he was too lazy to move, and he didn't want Feng Jue, a dangerous person, to stay by his side all the time.

Then he spoke about other things to attract Feng Jue's attention.

"Feng Jue, when do you plan to return to the capital? According to rumors, the emperor is about to die."

Feng Jue picked up a thin blanket and put it on Shi Qi's body, and responded casually, "Let's go back in two days. The clothes I ordered here will take another two days."

Shi Qi glanced at Feng Jue strangely, and wrapped the blanket tightly around his body, "Since when did you care so much about clothes and other decorations?"

The other party didn't speak, just pursed his lower lip, and the corners of his eyes showed tenderness, but he didn't explain, "It will be used."

Luonan used to be rich in silk weaving, and it was close to the nearby vassal states that were good at fabric art. Most of the high-quality or top-level silk weaving fabrics of the Tianyuan Dynasty came from these two places.

With the recent biological recovery, these industries have also gradually emerged.

Feng Jue ordered two sets of brocade robes.

It is the first grand gift he is going to give to Shi Qi, and it will also be a promise to him that will never change in this life...

Seeing this, Shi Qi turned around and propped his head up to tease the birds flying by the window without much interest.

The little bird boldly stopped on Shi Xi's palm and pecked lightly, as if he had seen his relatives.

Feng Jue was standing beside him with a gentle look on his face. In his eyes, what he saw before him was better than the vibrant and green scene outside the window...

Luonan's industries are recovering in an orderly manner.

The three cities are merged into one city to rule, and people's livelihood has gradually entered a normal track.

The drought here has been cured, the refugees have been appeased, and the relationship between the city and the city has become more harmonious. The changes have already been heard by the emperor.

It's just that the emperor suddenly became seriously ill, and the imperial physician was unable to diagnose and treat to determine the real cause.

Drinking all kinds of herbal remedies every day has not improved, Feng Cong is always worried that he will die accidentally, and has no time to be distracted by Luonan's affairs.

What's more, if you can't go to the morning court, you won't go.

No one knows who the court officials' hearts are and who they are most willing to assist.

Seeing that the emperor was suddenly seriously ill, the queen mother was worried and frightened, she keenly thought of the possibility that Feng Jue and Shi Qi might join forces to deal with them.

However, any communication with Feng Jue or any place where it could be tampered with has been detected, and there is nothing abnormal.

As for the secret letter sent by Shi Qi, the emperor also tried poison.

Feng Cong can think of it, can Shi Qi not think of it?

The system is not a decoration, exchanging experience points for hidden cards can make it impossible for anyone to test out that it is poisonous.

The emperor became more and more ill day by day, described as haggard, haggard and weak.

The days passed day by day, and the coldest winter in Luonan was the usual spring temperature.

Everything recovers, grass and trees grow wildly.

When the grass grows and the warbler flies, the palace is noisy and dark.

The cold snowflakes were engulfed by the biting cold wind and blown on the face of the person, causing the skin to be cut painfully.

It is like piercing and splitting, cold and sharp.

The imperial doctor knelt on the ground at the door, and the strong and bitter medicinal smell overflowed from the closed door.

Under that layer of medicinal fragrance, there seemed to be a strong breath, and the heavy snow fluttered, falling layer after layer on the shoulders of the people outside the house.

Finally, a violent cough broke the tranquility, and then something fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Feng Cong looked at the memorial in front of him, his hair was messy from coughing, his eyes were red.

He slammed the memorial to the ground, but because of his serious illness, it just slipped from his hand.

This is the memorial handed over by Feng Jue.

Explain the current governance situation in Luonan, and say that the emperor is seriously ill, and as a member of the Tianyuan Dynasty, he will come back to visit the emperor.

This is from a few days ago.

Because he couldn't support his body, he didn't look at it all the time.

I finally felt better today, and when I saw this excerpt, I was so excited that I coughed up blood.

The blood was dark brown and had a rotten smell.

His body rotted from the inside.

At this moment, the mind that had been in a state of ignorance seemed to flash for a moment of clarity.

So fast he hasn't caught it yet.

Because of his anger, the maids and guards in the room knelt down on the ground.

It was quiet, everyone held their breath, only the sound of Feng Cong's rapid struggle could be heard.

The wind and snow were bleak, slapping on the windows, wheezing, and suddenly, the originally blustery weather calmed down.

There was a rustling sound outside the door.

It sounds like the sound of feet stepping on the fallen snow.

The imperial doctors outside the door left.

Feng Cong's first reaction was that someone actually let go of the imperial doctor who was punished by him in disregard of his will?

"Who allowed...they...to leave?!"

Feng Cong's voice was intermittent, and the hostility was wiped out by the sickness, leaving only the remnants of oldness.

"How is the emperor's health recently?"

The voice as cool as fine snow, clear and thorough, in Feng Cong's ears, it was like a white knife cutting through his brain one by one.

A violent coughing sound could not be suppressed.

"Bold cough cough-Feng Jue! Do you want to usurp the throne?"

Feng Jue removed the mask, which looked more like Feng Cong's Leng Jun, and was seen by the maids and guards who were kneeling on the ground in the room to protect the lord.

The movements they were about to stand up to protect Feng Cong froze instantly.

The brows of this man in a white robe seemed to be stained with the snow whistling outside the window, and the coldness hit him, but somehow it gave people a sense of indifferent security.

For a moment, everyone present was shaken. Is the dying person on the bed the emperor, or is this person whom he has never seen before the real emperor?

The door was not closed tightly, revealing the silver-white world outside, as if casting a ray of light behind Feng Jue.

"Brother Huang, you know, I don't hate you. It's just...some things that have been dusty for a long time want him to reappear in the light."

"Also—brother, hurry up and drink the medicine, so that your body won't last until the day when the truth is revealed."

Feng Jue suddenly called the other party "brother."

Light and erratic like smoke scattered in the fog, the state that is about to dissipate at the last second.

like saying goodbye...

In fact, there is no shadow, and he has accepted this kind of thinking since he was a child.

His existence is all for the throne of his brother.

At that time, he was willing, even though he lost his mother, he still had an elder brother who secretly made pastries for him after he became the prince.

He thought it was Feng Cong's love for his younger brother.

Unexpectedly... it was just a slow poison to restrain him.

It's... so disappointing.

Feng Cong heard the long-lost "brother"...

My mind was in a trance for a moment, but it was only for a moment, and then I thought of something, "Where's mother?"

For the sake of his throne, it was impossible for his mother to let Feng Jue appear in front of her. Could it be... something happened to her?

He clasped the edge of the bed, fingertips so hard that they turned white.

"The emperor will see the queen mother soon."

Seeing Feng Cong's appearance at this moment, Feng Jue's eyes only stayed for a few seconds, then turned and left.

He originally thought that when he saw Feng Cong again, his mood would fluctuate greatly.

Unexpectedly, it was so weak that he didn't want to talk to the other party anymore.

When he went out and entered his eyes, the world was covered in silver, and the corners of Feng Jue's lips curled up a little, reminding him of the man in red.

Immediately quickened the pace.

In the court at this moment.

Marquis Yongding was holding the documents in his hands, and the angry look on his face could not be concealed.

"Queen, you are actually able to do such a thing that destroys conscience and harms the prince?!"

The paper held in Lord Hou's hand clearly recorded the secret letters between the Queen Mother and Po Wen, as well as the token to Po Wen.

Just when the other party wanted to refute.

Shi Qi brought an old woman into the door.

At the same time, Feng Jue also came.

Before Feng Jue came in, he hesitated at the door for a while, and when he heard Hou Ye's powerful voice inside, he was rarely nervous.

old man...

we are going to meet...

so nervous...

Seeing Shi Xi approaching, he found the backbone and followed him into the door.

After Shi Qi entered the door, Master Hou's still angry look dissipated a lot after seeing the young man in red, and his eyes turned into kindness.

However, when he noticed the person in white clothes not stained with dust, his facial expression was out of control and he was a little stiff.

It's over, it's over, it's over! !

He married his son to the person most likely to become emperor at the moment.

He wanted to touch his neck very much at this moment, because he was afraid that in two days, the neck and head would be separated.