The villain king really doesn't want to rebel

The night sky is twinkling tonight, and it is rare to see a few more stars. It should be a good time to count the stars at night.

Someone also took advantage of the night and rushed out from the small alley in three steps at a time.

After a few hoarse flute sounds, there was a man's rough and low voice urging.

"Open the door quickly."

The man took the wooden stick in his hand and carefully knocked on the door lock a few times, the dull sound finally attracted people.

"Who? What door do you knock on at night?"

The concierge of the Lu family's night watch heard the movement of the side door in the backyard, and stood a few steps outside the small door vigilantly with a night light on to ask questions.

The man outside pouted, "I, Old Hei, open the door quickly. Don't delay my business."

Hear the name.The concierge hardened his temper at once.

"Hey! Didn't the master kick you out a long time ago? Guy with dirty hands and feet, get out of here quickly, don't come here to mess around, I have nothing to ask for."

The man sneered: "Oh, I don't have time to waste time with you. I'm bringing good news to the master. If you miss something, don't blame me for not reminding you." After a pause, he said: "I brought someone over, but that Miracle doctor Xue, you lazy bastard, be quicker with your hands and feet."

Several rooms in the inner courtyard of the Lu Mansion were brightly lit. Many waiters came and went in and out of Patriarch Lu's room. They all held some water basins in their hands. When they saw their young master, they bowed their heads and said respectfully. , and hurried to work on the matter at hand again.

Lu Mingde stood in front of an inner room, carefully protecting the steaming soup in his hands.He slowly approached the pale middle-aged man on the sick bed, Lu Mingzhi collapsed on the soft pillow with his head crooked, waiting for Lu Mingde to carefully moisten his father's peeling lips.

Lu Mingzhi raised a slit in his eyes, and said in a weak tone, "Mingde, why are you doing this kind of thing again, where are all the servants?"

"Father, it's okay. It was the children who told them to go down first. They haven't closed their eyes for three days and three nights. Zhang Zi and the others couldn't stand it anymore. I just brought over the soup. You drink some first, and I will help you." stand up."

Lu Mingde stuffed a backrest for his father who was too weak to stand up by himself, and then fed the soup and medicine into the man's mouth spoon by spoon from the side. He was cut off in a dark cell, and it was still his little finger. , now it is useless to hold a bowl, it seems that it takes ten fingers to make Lu Mingde grab the bowl and spoon.

After putting down the bowl and spoon, he used a handkerchief to help him find a father who had been sick on the bed for a long time to wipe off the excess soup.

Lu Ming knew that he should be sober now. He held his son's hand, and a piece of his healthy five fingers was missing. Lu Jiuzheng's heart was full of hatred and sorrow.

"Son, as a father, I know that you have always been a filial and good boy. It's just that when I was a child, I, as a father, never cared much about you. Even you were a step behind others when you first started. My good boy was caught and tortured in the dark prison before." After suffering so much, there is nothing I can do for my father, it is my incompetence, incompetence..."

Lu Mingde squatted on Lu Jiuzheng's bedside with downcast eyes, the corners of his pale lips twitched, showing the appearance of an affectionate lawsuit.

"No, father, it's my fault. If it wasn't for my irresponsible search for flowers and willows, I wouldn't have delayed my marriage with Mrs. Qu's family, and I wouldn't have drunk flowers and wine every day under the coaxing of those cronies. If you don't get drunk, you deserve to be caught and thrown into prison by the prince."

"Good boy, good boy." Lu Mingzhi held his son's hand tightly. He knew that his life was not long, but before he left, he had his wife's son to die for him. The sins and regrets that he had squeezed in his heart these days also dissipated. Not a lot.

"You should pay attention to rest more these days. After all, the paper test questions will be announced next week. You have been serving in front of my bed these days. Prepare for the next one early."

Lu Mingde nodded and was just about to leave the room that smelled of medicine. He really had enough time. Originally, what he gave Lu Mingzhi to drink was mixed with poison. But it was always unpleasant for him to stay longer.

He just wanted this old thing to die suddenly, and if he didn't give him the time to write a will, he would leave the family property to those Yingyingyanyans in his yard and his useless younger brother. The old thing plays the script of father's kindness and son's filial piety every day.

Before Lu Mingde put his hand on the door bolt, someone came to report at the door.

"Master! Master! Another doctor came at the door, and he claimed to be Doctor Xue."

Lu Mingla opened the door, and yelled at the servant outside with a dark face, "You don't have eyes to see what time it is, and you dare to come to the master's yard to yell." The offended servant is dragged away.Then there was a weary cough from the back room.

"Since you are a doctor, De'er, please invite me in quickly to take a look, and don't neglect him."

What can Lu Mingde do?He bulged his masseter muscles, but still humbly said "yes" like a frail scholar, and then he went to the concierge himself, ready to see if this genius doctor who dared to visit late at night was real or not.

If it is a straw bag, it is the best. Anyway, ever since the Lu family started looking for famous doctors from all walks of life, Lu Mingzhi never wanted to hide the news of his serious illness. Those famous doctors who came here were either charlatans or half-baked people who didn't have enough skills to help the world.

Lu Mingde is happy and at ease. He poisoned his own father to death not just for such a little family property. He will not forget the never-ending days in the dark prison, and make himself miserable like this people.

Xu Lei, the young man stepped into the concierge, biting these two words into pieces, Lu Mingde's eyes were full of gloomy light.

He will never let him go.

In the next second, the faces of Lu's parents were illuminated by the torch, and a gentle smile greeted Lao Hei who kept circling in the room.He glanced at the inner room, then gave the old servant who was expelled with dirty hands and feet a piece of silver, and invited "Miraculous Doctor Xue" who was sitting behind him silently into Father Lu's room.

After a diagnosis, the handsome doctor who seemed to be too young said shallowly, "Patriarch Lu's illness can be solved by taking a few medicines, and it is not a poison without cure. It's just that the poisons in it are overlapping, too complicated, and it's too complicated. Take it easy."

Lu Mingde's smile disappeared, and his cold eyes fixed on the doctor writing on the paper.

"Really...really? Doctor, can my father be saved?" The dutiful son held onto the arm of Divine Doctor Xue, and asked eagerly, "No, why is it poison? My father didn't fall down because of overwork. Is it true? The previous doctors said so."

Then, Lu Mingde listened to this Miracle Doctor Xue talking to him clearly and logically, but his heart became colder and colder, because it was all true. That's right.

Following the wishes of the excited Lu Mingzhi, this young and promising doctor Xue was actually placed next door to the main courtyard, occupying the best guest room in Lu's mansion.

Lu Mingde returned to his house, his face was cold, three long and one short, his door was opened from the inside.After entering the door, he directly picked up a pot of cold tea on the desk, and poured a cup of it directly to reduce the stove fire.But the anger hit his chest, and with a low growl, the young master of the Lu family threw the cup in his hand and smashed it to pieces.

"Brother Lu, why are you so angry? I seem to have heard something moving in front of the courtyard."

Pang Ziyi, who appeared from the darkness, asked in a sleepy tone.

The scholar who slumped on the chair smiled wryly and shook his head, "Brother Pang, you don't know that a genius doctor Xue just came in out of nowhere, and my father insisted on letting him in to check it out. It's okay to be an idiot, but that person, he has real skills."

"Oh? That means the herbal medicine used by brother Lu has also been screened out?"

"No, what he said is not what I used. I have never heard of it. It seems that my father has kept me a lot. His serious illness was not a recurrence of his old illness as he said, but was indeed poisoned by someone."

"Is that so?" Pang Ziyi also sat down and drank cold tea.

Lu Mingde vented for a while. He looked at the scars left on his face by his friends at the same table with complicated eyes. He met Pang Ziyi who was fleeing on the way to buy medicine.Because all the poisons he used were bought from a witch doctor, the mountain was originally a desolate place, when Lu Mingde passed a mass grave, he met his friend who was half unconscious.

Thinking about it now, Lu Mingde felt that he was really crazy for hiding the escapee from the secret prison and the son of the murderer who assassinated King An in his own room.

But thinking about how he just fed the decoction mixed with poisonous herbs to his father one mouthful at a time, Lu Mingde clenched his fist tightly, with a cold light in his eyes, he has already gone crazy, hasn't he?

Palace.

Wen Zibo leaned on the bed and listened to Wang Defu's report on his coma for the past few days. He waved his hand wearily and asked all the attendants in the bedroom to retreat.

In the deserted palace, the emperor who had just rested for a few days slowly sat up from the bed, stepping on the cold white jade bricks, and Wen Zibo groped in front of a bookshelf full of files.An old letter was pulled out from a thick and quaint book.

Wen Zibo took it and approached the candle. The man's hand trembled for a while under the light of the fire, and a heavy sigh escaped from the mouth of the young emperor.

With that little light, he re-read the handwriting that he had read several times.

When he saw the familiar ink brush annotation between Manxing, Wen Zibo's inner fatigue was like a sea wave, and his guilt towards General Luo was rolled up over and over again.

Who would have thought?

Luo Yebing, such a good general who devoted himself to his duty and fought against Daliang Foundation for more than ten years, still died under the suspicion and vicious backstab of the royal family.

It was still what the late emperor kept saying, "Luo Yebing is his most important subject, and the Luo family has produced such a brave and brave warrior, who is the greatest contributor to his great Liang's future foundation."

But what about the facts?The emperor had no intentions, but when Wen Zibo thought about his little sister and Luo Hanjue, his face, which had just recovered from a serious illness, could not be seen.

The letter in his hand is a letter, and the lines are full of decisions made by Emperor Wen of Liang. Every time Wen Zibo reads it, he feels horrified. ", and there will be more than one copy of these letters.

Wen Zibo's eyes were sinking, and he touched the signature at the end.

——"Ah You."

"Ayou, would you like to have a sip of tea?"

Holding a cup of fragrant hot tea, Yu Lingyi gently moved it to the opposite side of her, "It's the fresh green shoots that Zilan's men specially picked from Jiangnan. I think it's good, try it."

A well-proportioned female hand gently pinched the rim of the cup, raised the long sleeve to cover her mouth, and let the fragrance go down.

The elegant face after putting down the cuffs smiled at the "friend", "It's really good tea, and it's rare for me to drink it like this. His Royal Highness's taste is really good."

Yu Xiang laughed in a low voice: "Your Majesty rewarded you with more than these good things back then, but now you are an official wife without orders, are you wronged?"

Mrs. Xu smiled but did not speak, and the slightly shaking silver bell on the cuff let out a strange moan.

Like a snake hissing.