Chapter 71 Yourou

Outside the Mengyang Piaochengyan Hall.

"My subordinates meet the fourth prince!" A team of warriors outside the hall knelt down on one knee and bowed their heads to salute.

Wan Zerui looked at the warriors silently, nodded, and said to the leader warrior, "I'm going to go in and see my brother..." He said the word 'brother', and his voice trembled obviously - at that time, my brother had already said that he was the emperor, and he was a minister, so he didn't have to call him 'brother' in the future, saying 'Your Majesty' is enough... Thinking of this, his eyes were obviously dim, but a decisive momentum rose, a sharp feeling like a knife!

"To the fourth prince, General Zhentian has an order that no one can approach your majesty except the imperial doctor!" The leader replied in a low voice.

Wan Zerui frowned slightly and said dissatisfiedly, "My brother is seriously ill. Can't my own brother see my brother? Is it possible that the general wants to house arrest His Majesty?

The leader warrior suffocated, quickly lowered his head and explained urgently: "To the fourth prince, the general is only for the comfort of your majesty, and he has no intention to rebel. Now that the strong enemy has just retreated, I still dare not take it lightly..."

"No need to say..." Wan Zerui sighed, his face was sad, and his pale cheeks were a little haggard - it was actually a pity that did not match his age. Looking closely into his eyes, you can also see the traces of tears. He said quietly, "I just want to see my brother. If the general scolds, I will explain to the general personally."

His voice was indifferent and decisive, with the unique guidance of the royal family and the irrefutable majesty, which he had never felt before, as if he had changed from the moment he held the three-front dagger in his hand. The cold metal texture of the dagger suppressed all his feelings, leaving only full determination! But on second thought, when his brother decided to kill the other two brothers, was he the same?

The leader warrior hesitated for a moment and looked up at the fourth prince, but what he met was two cold eyes, cold like the 'bee tail arrows shot by the naked people on the battlefield, as if they were going straight into the hearts of the people... The warrior who had experienced hundreds of battles actually had some heart palpitations and lowered his head slowly and said, "Fourth prince, Your Majesty I'm still very weak. I hope the fourth prince will not stay more so as not to disturb your majesty!"

As he waved to the armored warrior behind him, the warriors quickly made way and let Wan Zerui pass. The leader samurai bent down and said, "Fourth prince, please!"

He walked over with a blank face and suddenly wanted to laugh - he was called the 'Fourth Prince', and now he is going to visit 'Your Majesty'. Isn't the emperor father-son relationship with the prince? But I have to look at my own brother... Ha ha, it's messy and a little chaotic! Perhaps, as Ling Fenglie said, Chi Nasi is retreating now. The first thing your majesty has to do is to clean up the people left by the emperor. After all, once the emperor and a courtier, my brother may know this truth better than anyone else.

But I really want to laugh. The originally expressionless face seemed to have a luster, and the sun on his face was also touching. When he put his hand on the copper beast door ring of the door of the vermilion Longyan Hall, he suddenly couldn't laugh again - isn't he just doing what his brother did at the beginning? Wasn't the father also forced to die in this palace?

Wry smile, they are still different... Wan Yujun stepped into this palace with the heads of his two brothers for his ambition and for the world of Mengyang. And I stepped into this palace with a dagger just to survive and not be killed! That's all 1

The arms slowly exerted force, and the door of the palace suddenly opened, revealing the elegant and luxurious decorations in the Longyan Hall, as well as the purple-gold dragon-patterned bronze columns that support the dome of the palace. He took a deep breath and strode in without hesitation, as if he had devoted the rest of his life to what he was doing now...

The pavilion in the Longyan Hall.

Emperor Lin Xi lay weakly on the dragon**, his eyes were closed, his lips were terrible dead gray, and his face was bloodless. If it hadn't been for the slight ups and downs of his chest when breathing, people couldn't help suspecting that he was dead. There were four braziers on the floor around the bed, and the old doctor squatted beside him to wait for the brazier to prevent the emperor from feeling cold. But it's only autumn, and it's not so cold. All I can say is that the emperor's body is too weak now.

The contrast between Emperor Lin Xi, who personally went to the battlefield to fight against the king of Chi Naisi, is now like a dying patient. His originally strong and plump cheeks were deeply concave, his eyebrow bones were also prominent, and his eye sockets looked like Westerners - he could see the outline of the skeleton from his face. It only took a long time for the emperor to be tortured by iron poison sepsis.

The old doctor looked at the emperor worriedly and sighed deeply. He could only beg the gods to favor this fateful emperor. After all, the emperor is dead, and his doctor will do nothing to sacrifice as a funeral! But sepsis, this is a disease that many generations of doctors are helpless. Many warriors on the battlefield were only injured, but they still did not survive. On the contrary, they died more painfully because of sepsis!

After the copper poison produced by the iron corrosion of the weapon enters the body, it will destroy people's meridians and slowly die from the wound. Only one knife will cut off the dead muscles, but the iron poison copper poison has often spread, and the bigger the wound is, and most of them will end up in pain. Only a few people can encourage Forced to survive. After the fall and winter of the surviving people, their body joints are like red-hot steel nails, and the pain is unbearable. Therefore, what warriors are most afraid of is sepsis. Some warriors would rather amputate their limbs immediately after being injured than get sepsis.

Formally because of this, many armies deliberately use iron and copper poison, such as Shen's 'beetail arrow', which has been passed down from generations of rusty *...

But the emperor was penetrated by a five-foot saber through his lower abdomen, and the iron poison was sent directly to his abdomen. He could not save his life even if he wanted to amputate his limbs. The doctor only felt that this was God's fate for this young emperor!

At this time, in the palace of the ethereal city, the ministers are concerned about the emperor's condition. Of course, they are not about the emperor's condition, but to see if this legendary emperor can survive! Let Emperor Linxi kill his relatives bravely, let your oppressed ministers be breathless, and let you have the ability to resist the king of Chinassi to repel the barbarians. Your merit is comparable to that of Emperor Shinra. But the emperor, who has been in office for less than a month, is now dying of illness. It will even become a laughing stock. I'm afraid it's a record that the emperor will die in less than a month.

The imperial ministers are full of expectations, looking forward to restoring the previous system of Emperor Shinra. Isn't there still a fourth prince? Isn't it better that he is young and easy to control? The ministers seemed to have a demon in their hearts at the same time, hoping that the emperor would die soon, completely forgetting who repulsed the terrible barbarians and saved their lives. The coldness and warmth of the world's hearts can be seen.

Even General Zhentian has been transferred to the imperial army to guard the palace to avoid disturbance by treacherous ministers. The atmosphere of the ethereal city is even more depressing than that of the soldiers under the city!

And the emperor is lying here without knowing whether to live or die. Mengyang and the emperor's fate are tied together and can't see the future! Maybe there is an abyss ahead, but there is nothing we can do. That's the trend.

The charcoal fire in the brazier suddenly shook, and the doctor shouted in surprise. Then he saw that the brocade curtain of the pavilion was lifted, and it was the fourth prince Wan Yi Zerui. The old doctor quickly got up and knelt down to salute. The fourth prince waved casually, indicating that he did not have to make a sound, and then his eyes fell on the ** emperor!

Is this still the emperor Lin Xi who wore his father's golden armor and rushed to kill on the battlefield with his sword? In an instant, I felt a great heartache. In just a few days, my brother was as thin as a skeleton, and I'm afraid he couldn't even support his father's armor...

"What's wrong with Your Majesty?" He looked at the imperial doctor and asked.

The imperial doctor bowed his head and said only three words: "Sepemia" seems to be infected with such a malignant disease if you say one more word. After all, sepsis is an incurable disease that every doctor can't help.

"Is there nothing we can do?"

"If you go back to the fourth prince, your majesty was penetrated by a five-foot* in the lower abdomen at that time, and the iron poison went deep into the bloodline. Now he has fallen into the bone marrow, and your majesty has been overworked recently, which is the end of a strong crossbow--

"--Is there any way?" Wan Zerui asked in a low voice.

"The villain is trying to figure out, thinking..." The imperial doctor replied obediently, and his urgent forehead oozed sweat. Although the fourth prince is young, he didn't toss the palace with the prince and the second prince, and the fourth prince's mouth always make the emperor Shinra laugh happily. Even if he causes trouble, the emperor of Shenluo won't say anything, so the fourth prince is sometimes more unscrupulous...

Wan Zerui looked at his brother's weak inhuman form and knew that there was nothing he could do about it... He knew that sepsis was actually an incurable disease. Is this the end of his last relative? At the critical moment, resist the pressure and stand up and turn the tide to repel the enemy, and then suffer from septicemia and wait to die? A burst of anger suddenly gushed out, which was a kind of love between flesh and blood. His furious face twisted up, stepped forward and kicked the old doctor to the ground and shouted, "What's the use of leaving it for you?"

The old doctor rolled out with a painful cry. Without waiting for him to stabilize his figure, Wan Yi Zerui then kicked over and roared, "Get out, get away, useless things!"

The old doctor rolled on the ground twice before stopping. He turned over and knelt down and kowtowed, "The little man is leaving now, and he will leave..."

"Get out..." Wan Zerui didn't even want to look at it. He shook his sleeves and shouted coldly.

His hanging hand touched the dagger at his waist, and the hard metal made his anger wake up in an instant, as suddenly as when he came - didn't he come to kill him? Why are you sad and angry about your brother's decline?

Obviously, I have made up my mind... Why is it softening again? If his brother dies, won't he be safe? And he can also avenge his father and brother... But how can he do it himself?

He walked to the bedside, sat down, and looked carefully at his weak brother who was tortured by sepsis. He really couldn't associate him with the one wearing golden armor a few days ago. A burst of sadness surged out - this was his only relative, the last person surnamed 'Wan Tong' besides him. Suddenly remembered what my brother said at that time: "...After all, you are my last relative. If I kill you, I really have nothing--" Perhaps, in my brother's heart, I still care about myself...

Now that he can't wake up, isn't this the best time to start? Kill him, the glazed dragon robe, the golden throne of the star falling hall, and the whole beautiful rivers and mountains of Mengyang are all your own. Why do you still hesitate?

Maybe he never thought of becoming an emperor... He has always been the youngest among brothers, loved by his father, and his brothers are biased. He has always felt that it is good to be a fourth prince. Just leave the national affairs and so on to the prince of his father. He is the most carefree person in the palace. But if you really kill your brother, can you support Mengyang? Will the gorgeous glazed dragon robe crush him? He doesn't have the courage of his father and Wan Tongjun...

The right hand has pulled out the dagger, but how can you do it yourself? The cold handle of the dagger gave him a chill in his heart. The previous determination seemed to suddenly turn into powder, just because he saw his brother's haggard and weak appearance. He still cares about his brotherhood, especially now that there are only two of them left in the royal family!

He wanted to help his brother remove the messy hair in front of him, so he stretched out his left hand. He moved softly, as if he was afraid of waking up his brother.

In a moment, his hand could no longer reach out - because the emperor's eyes suddenly opened, and the eyes sunken as dark as night in the eyebrows were extremely cold, as if they had frozen his whole body...

Wan Zerui only felt that the look in those eyes was only evil, and he couldn't even see the last trace of human nature!