Chapter 598 Deathstroke
But now, for the queen, it is too late to say anything, the emperor doesn't believe her at all, but is very angry, pointing at the queen and said to Lu Yan, "Give it to me, send her back to Fengzhi Palace, no With my permission, don’t leave the palace!”
After the emperor finished speaking, his blood surged up, his face was as red as a pig's liver, and his body was on the verge of falling. Lu Yan hurriedly supported him, and made a gesture to ask someone to take the queen back to Fengzhi Palace. Another **** came, and Together they moved the emperor to the couch.
The palace was in a mess, Xie Zhiwei gave needles to three people, all of whom were seriously ill. After the emperor's needle was pulled out, her little face was as pale as porcelain.
Xiao Xun was heartbroken, and poured all his anger on Wang Shipu and the others, pointing at their noses and scolding, "Every corpse is a vegetarian meal, and you don't do anything with the imperial salary. Apart from curing your headaches, you can also do things." What?"
Wang Shipu and the others were obsequious and couldn't even straighten their waists. Fortunately, the Empress Dowager woke up, and Madam Hu asked Xie Zhiwei to take a look.
Xie Zhiwei arrived at the empress dowager's bedroom and took the empress dowager's pulse again. The pulse was a little better, and she adjusted the prescription again, ordering to drink a bowl every two hours, and reduce the dosage after the condition stabilized.
"What just happened? In a daze, how did I hear the death knell ringing?" asked the empress dowager.
Xiao Xun hurriedly stepped forward with a smile, "Grandmother, don't you be dreaming, everyone is fine, where is the death knell? My father is worried that you have fallen asleep like this, and you are still wiping your tears outside. Do you want to sleep?" Get well soon, and when your grandson gives birth to your great-grandson, your grandson will carry you up the mountain."
The empress dowager breathed a sigh of relief, laughed a few times, and finally felt a little weak, but her brows were beaming with joy, "Okay, okay, I'll wait for my grandson to give me a great-grandson, and I'll see the great-grandson before going to see her." First Emperor."
The death knell alarmed the entire capital, and no one thought that the imperial concubine, who was beautiful and ostentatious, would go west without any warning.
In the East Nuan Pavilion of the Linde Hall, several high-ranking ministers were summoned early in the morning. The emperor leaned on the couch with a thin blanket on his body. In just one night, the emperor seemed to lose weight. His eyes were sunken, and his cheekbones were extremely high, his face was bloodless, and his lips were dry and cracked enough to have a layer of white skin.
"Pass down my decree, to make the noble concubine Yun the empress..." The emperor ignored the shock of the crowd, he opened his mouth and tried to force the tears from his eyes, but it didn't work. , Shude Zhangwen, the palace is stylized. I am deeply saddened by the sudden death, and I should posthumously be named a queen to show my praise."
"Your Majesty, I think it's wrong!" Marquis Huaiyuan jumped out and said, "Your Majesty, although the noble concubine has made great achievements in raising children, the empress is still here. If the imperial concubine is named empress, what will the empress do?"
The emperor was furious and was about to lose his temper when Lu Yan came over, stroked the emperor's back, and said to Hou Huaiyuan, "Master Hou, this is the emperor's family matter and has nothing to do with state affairs!"
When Marquis Huaiyuan heard this, both old hatred and new hatred welled up in his heart, he jumped up, pointed at Lu Yan's nose and said, "The **** wronged the country..."
"Hou Ye be careful!" Xie Tiao's voice was extremely calm, and it also made the East Nuan Pavilion quiet, and the anger of the people also became much less. He still knelt on the ground, raised his head and said to Huaiyuan Hou, "The world is peaceful today. , He Qing Haiyan, where does the theory of harming the country come from?"
The emperor suddenly became more confident and wanted to jump up. Instead, he pointed at Marquis Huaiyuan's nose and cursed, "Are you saying that I have ruled the country for many years, so I am not as good as a false emperor?"
Lu Yan lowered his eyes, and a deep light flashed in the enchanting eyes. He didn't stop stroking the emperor's hand, but quietly hid the murderous intent in his eyes.
Huaiyuan Hou knelt on the ground with a plop, "Your Majesty, I have no such intention!"
"You have absolutely no such intention, so what do you mean?" The emperor stood up, his body was shaking, and he coughed endlessly.
Lu Yan seemed to be particularly worried, and reminded, "Your Majesty, it is the responsibility of civil servants to design posthumous titles. I think that you can just leave it to Mr. Xie."
The emperor nodded, waved to Xie Tiao, and agreed with Lu Yan's proposal.
Although Xie Tiao was not in charge of the Ministry of Rites, it was easy for him to draw up a posthumous title. After a while, a piece of rice paper filled with posthumous titles was delivered to the emperor. Subtracted.
The emperor glanced at it and was very satisfied, without losing a single word. He drafted "Xiao Cheng Zheng Jing Benevolent Zhe Yi Zhi De Chun Hui Yi Tian Qi Sheng Jing Queen" and handed it over to Lu Yan, "The Ministry of Rites will draw up the decree, you can use the seal directly, and the funeral will be the Queen's Li, there must be no mistakes!"
"The minister obeys the order!"
The queen was imprisoned in Fengzhi Palace. After all, she has been a queen for more than ten years. Although she cannot go out, her eyes and ears are still good.
She was holding a note handed in from outside, on which was the posthumous title of Concubine Yun Gui, her hands were trembling, there were a total of seventeen characters of posthumous titles, from ancient times to the present, the length of posthumous titles represented the mourning after death Generally speaking, there are mostly thirteen characters, few people have fifteen characters, and very few people have seventeen characters. The emperor actually gave a person who had neither been a queen nor empress dowager a seventeen character Posthumous title.
The queen rubbed the paper tightly, she told herself not to panic, her heart was full of resentment, but her face didn't show the slightest bit.
"This is the case with the emperor. In the future, the empress dowager will be buried. What kind of posthumous title will the emperor plan to give to the Ministry of Rites?" Concubine Yun's posthumous title is rare?
"Empress, be careful!" Nanny Xi glanced outside the palace, and said in a low voice, "There are many unfamiliar faces outside the palace, empress, please bear with me, in the future..."
The empress couldn't help but think of the way the emperor looked at her. She snorted coldly, "In the future, in the future? Since ancient times, the emperors have been so ruthless, I'm just crazy."
She thought that her passion could warm the emperor's heart. She and his young husband and wife planned for him, and even advised him, planning for Yun Ni and Concubine Xue. She told herself that since she married the emperor, she should not Jealousy, all these years, she has managed the harem for him, is she going to end up like this in the end?
"When he likes you, you plan for him, think about him, and do everything for him. He thinks you are smart and considerate; when he doesn't like you, you plan for him and plan for him. She is cunning, she can't see the sun, and she is a vicious woman."
The empress gritted her teeth, with tears in her eyes. She was lying on the couch, her whole body exhausted, the ball of paper slipped from her palm, and when she closed her eyes, two lines of tears fell from the corners of her eyes.
I hate that she understands it too late.
"Your Majesty, please be more open. You still have the Eldest Princess and the Eighth Prince. The Eighth Prince is still young and needs your protection."
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