The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Zhao Ruhai said with a pale face: The old slave is just a mere slave, how dare he talk about the affairs of the country? The old slave only has one loyalty.

No, no, Mr. Zhao, you are wrong. You should be loyal, but you are more aware of current affairs. Otherwise, you will let down your loyalty, Zhong Mingzheng said slowly, looking at the unconscious man on the bed. Zhong Zhiheng looked at Zhao Ruhai again, Father may not even survive the Double Ninth Festival. When father is here, you are the majestic chief executive, but once father dies, what are you? But if you vote under the king's command, regardless of whether the emperor is here, the position of chief executive will be yours, Eunuch Zhao, although you are not young, you must not be confused.

Your Highness, the soup and medicine are ready. Zhao Ruhai was about to speak when he heard Imperial Physician Deng's voice from outside.

Send it in. Zhong Mingzheng said.

Yes, Imperial Physician Deng came in with the soup and medicine, and was about to deliver it to the bed, but was snatched by Ling Shi'an. Deng Imperial Physician was shocked, Guard Ling, what are you doing?

However, Ling Shi'an ignored Imperial Physician Deng, instead he took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom and opened it, holding the soup in one hand and the small porcelain bottle in the other, then walked up to Zhao Ruhai, and said coldly: Zhao Ruhai, today, The life of Lord Long Live is in your hands, I want to see how you, a loyal dog slave, will be loyal to your master.

Physician Deng was shocked, pointing at Ling Shi'an with trembling fingers: Ling Shi'an, how dare you?! How dare you poison Long Live Lord?!

Come on, pull it down, cut it off, Zhong Mingzheng frowned impatiently, and at that moment two guards came in, and they couldn't help but drag Doctor Deng's mouth and nose, and dragged him down. Zhong Mingzheng looked at Zhao Ruhai's face It looked like gold paper, and his eyes turned cold again, Eunuch Zhao, have you thought about it? It's almost dawn, I don't have so much time to spend with you like this.

Zhao Ruhai's whole body was drenched in sweat, his chest was heaving and heaving, he gasped for breath, but he shook his head in the end, gritted his teeth and said, Without the order from the Lord Long Live, this slave would never dare to ask for a big seal!

That's all. Zhong Mingzheng said coldly, while glancing at Ling Shi'an.

Ling Shian understood it, and immediately poured the poison in the porcelain bottle into the bowl, and then walked towards the bed step by step with the medicine bowl, and then he pinched Zhong Zhiheng's cheeks, forcing him to open his mouth, seeing that To feed the decoction, I watched a figure flash by, snatched the medicine bowl in his hand, and then gulped and drank the decoction inside.

Zhao Ruhai!

Ling Shi'an was shocked, and was about to step forward to stop him, when he saw Zhao Ruhai drop the bowl with a clack, and then rushed out of the bedroom like the wind.

Prince Rong forced the palace to seek rebellion! Trying to poison the emperor to death! Prince Rong forced the palace to plot rebellion! Trying to poison the emperor to death...

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Ruhai shouted hysterically from outside. He tried his best to exert all the strength in every part of his body. The voice was surprisingly loud and shrill, piercing through the silent night sky like stagnant water.

Zhong Mingzheng's face turned dark, and Ling Shi'an also panicked. The two rushed out of the dormitory, and saw Zhao Ruhai lying in a pool of blood. The guard kicked Zhao Ruhai's body with one foot, and stabbed him in the chest In fact, there is no need for the guards to attack him with his sharp sword, his face and neck are already darkened, his seven orifices are bleeding, and it looks like he has been poisoned.

Dog slave! Dog slave! But Zhong Mingzheng still gritted his teeth with hatred, and suddenly snatched the blood-dripping sword from the guard's hand, stabbed Zhao Ruhai's body with more than a dozen swords, and then threw away the sword out of breath, While taking the handkerchief from Ling Shian, he said coldly, Throw it into the mass grave.