Chapter 52 The prince wants to win the throne

Under the Yanmen Gate, Qi Zhongtian is sitting in the city defense tent. The felt tent was lifted and the cold wind was rolled up.

"The commander, the detective reported that there was a vision in the king's court of Tatar, and the morale was greatly boosted, and the king of Tatar was also preparing to return to the royal court in three days."

Qi Zhongtian looked at his subordinates who were talking and felt a little strange. He raised his voice and asked, "What's the vision?"

"Yesterday, there was a scene of hundreds of eagles spinning above the court of the king of Tatar, and today there have been fast horses going to the Tatar barracks to report."

"Hundred eagles spin in the sky..." The eagle is a divine object that Tatar believes in, which is a good omen.

"The coach is right. Such a good omen has appeared twice in Tatar, once when the current king of Tatar was born, and once yesterday. Naturally, the king of Tatar will rush back to preside over the overall situation. This news has also greatly increased the morale of the Tatar soldiers. My subordinates are worried that this will be detrimental to our army.

Qi Zhongtian pointed to the table and his eyes darkened: "Go to investigate, send someone to the Tatar Wangting to investigate. It must be true or false..."

"Order."

The subordinate was about to run out, but he was stopped by Qi Zhongtian: " Wait, you can investigate this matter yourself. I think there is fraud. Take a few tight mouths and don't let the soldiers hear any news.

"I understand."

The footsteps are fading away, but Qi Zhongtian's mind is extremely heavy. He doesn't believe in the mysterious yellow of heaven and earth, but the soldiers will not believe it. The life and death of those who stay in the barracks is as natural as "the morning sun rises and the sunset sets", and it is precisely this that gives them an inexplicable awe of something.

It's like a good or bad omen.

Qi Zhongtian raised his eyebrows and walked out of the camp with a deep step. On the battlefield, neat and uniform steps outline a vigorous posture.

Seeing Qi Zhongtian approaching, the leader of Yanmenguan waved the military flag in his hand, and the soldiers stopped one after another. Qi Zhongtian walked to the drum platform with the eyes of the soldiers.

"Sergeants, the Tatar thieves can't stand it now, and there will be a final battle in a few days. Tatars are humanly and treacherous, and I'm afraid they will use some means. In recent days, the soldiers must live and train together.

"Order..." The harmony that resounded through the sky shocked the birds in the air.

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In the palace, Qin Si and Yueye were hiding in the corner of the cold palace and dared not move.

I don't know why someone broke into the cold palace late at night. Qin Si got up in a hurry and hid in the dark with the moon night. The footsteps were very light. As the shadow on the window coffin shook, the sound suddenly stopped at the door.

The broken window paper was blown by the wind. Qin Si pressed his body tightly to the mahogany pillar behind him, and even breathed a little lighter.

Fortunately, they had an extra mind when they hid in the cold palace and did not sort out the dilapidated palace, otherwise they would have been discovered by others at this time.

The breath outside the house is tense, and the sound of slight pace is particularly clear at night. Qin Si looked at Yueye's clenched hand and shook his head slightly at her.

After about the hour of Mo Yixiang, another sound of footsteps came. Qin Si explored his head out, and the shadow of the two people was reflected on the window coffin.

"Are you here?" A cold question came, and Qin Si's eyes suddenly lit up. She can't misheard. This is Qi Zhongjing's voice.

"Your Highness." He was responded by a shrill voice, thinking that it was the inner prison in the palace.

It is unreasonable for the internal supervisor to meet the prince in the cold palace. If something is abnormal, it will be a demon.

Qin Si opened his eyes slightly and listened to the movement outside the house.

"I'm asking you, did you cook all the medicine you used today?"

"Your Highness, the emperor's medicine slave has never faked others."

"Oh, what's the difference between these days of medicine and before?" Qi Zhongjing looked at the internal supervisor specializing in decoction, and his heart was full of questions.

According to the emperor's body, you can't use strong medicine at all. For this reason, he forced the imperial doctor to change the medicine. However, in the past few days, my father's body has not deteriorated.

Originally, he was just a man who was about to go, but he didn't care. But Qi Zhongtian's great victory forced him to start from it.

When the internal supervisor heard the words, his eyes were full of hesitation, and then arched his hand and said, "Your Highness, I dare not hide it. That prescription is no different from before.

After the words of the internal prison, the murderous intention flashed in Qi Zhongjing's eyes. Sure enough, those old people.

"Hmm, nonsense! With such a drag, my father's body can't stand it. Listening to Qi Zhongjing's angry shout, the internal prison seemed to want to say something and stopped.

The wind rippled, and Qi Zhongjing turned sideways to calm down the ups and downs of his chest. Then he looked back at the internal prison and whispered, "Wan Ming, do you want to be a doctor in the imperial hospital."

Hearing this, Wan Ming took a breath, and I don't know whether he was surprised or happy.

He was originally a family of medicine, but his family was in decline. As a slave in the palace since childhood, he has long wiped out all his mind, but he still has some attachment to medical skills. It took a lot of time to make connections before he was transferred to the hospital to do chores. He asked himself that his medical skills were not bad, but because he was disabled and could not be on duty.

This is the biggest regret in his life...

Qi Zhongjing looked at Wan Ming's expression thoroughly and continued, "When you ascend the throne, you will be the lonely royal doctor. At that time, who else dares to look down on you?"

Qi Zhongjing has never done useless things. There are too many doctors to treat the emperor, and he doesn't want to fall behind.

Seeing that Wan Ming was about to be moved, Qi Zhongjing raised his eyebrows: "Wan Ming, I know that studying medicine is your greatest wish in this life. I'm willing to fulfill this wish for you. What do you think?

Looking through the window paper, Qin Si could see the curvature of Qi Zhongjing's jaw, and she could also see the twists and turns on the face of the internal supervisor.

After a long time, the internal supervisor named Wan Ming replied, "Your Highness, what do you want me to do?"

In this deep palace, you are either stepping on others or being trampled on. Wan Ming knew very well that the prince promised to make a lot of profits, so what he had to do must be tricky.

"Very good, those who know the times must become great." Qi Zhongjing smiled on his lips.

He raised his head and his throat overflowed with some hoarseness: "What I want you to do is very simple. Follow this prescription to decoct the emperor."

With that, Qi Zhongjing handed Wan Ming a note.

Qin Si only heard a deep breath in the night wind, and Wan Ming's voice trembled: "Your Highness, this..." The note in his hand said a few medicinal herbs, which Wan Ming vaguely guessed in his heart, but it was taboo.

Qi Zhongjing smiled gently and whispered, "What are you afraid of? These are just the most common tonics. Gu is still waiting for you to be a royal medical doctor for me. Naturally, it won't hurt you.

Wan Ming knew that Qi Zhongjing's order would not be simple, but he never thought that it was a king-killer: "This is a crime of killing the head..." He can work for the East Palace, but he also has to save a life.

Seeing Wan Ming's concerns, Qi Zhongjing said, "Don't worry, it's not your fault."

"You should know that there is no room for regress." Qi Zhongjing smiled coldly: "When you answered the cold palace, you knew who your master was. Now it seems too late to remember loyalty.

Wan Ming's feet softened and collapsed in front of Qi Zhongjing, and the sweat on his back aroused a cold array.

"You have a big choice, whether to die now or gamble." Qi Zhongjing's words were cold, and Wan Ming's heart was chilled.

A bet.

An idea flashed in Wan Ming's mind. Since it's all dead, he will bet on it. Regardless of life and death, the opportunity of five or five.

"I am willing to listen to your Highness's instructions."

"Hahahaha...that's right. I'm sure I won't treat you badly. Go ahead. Remember to act carefully." Qi Zhongjing bent down to help Wan Ming. Wan Ming's fingers trembled and bent down and pushed him away.

Shortly after Wan Ming left, Qi Zhongjing also came out of the cold palace.

When the courtyard was calm and the moonlight alone searched around the cold palace to make sure that there were no outsiders, the red candle in the house was lit.

"Lord, it seems that it is not safe here. While Qi Zhongjing wants to attack the old emperor now, we might as well take the opportunity to leave."

Qin Si shook her head and shook her head. To the emperor, her memory was only left in that autumn hunting.

"Moon night, do you think the emperor really doesn't understand, or deliberately pretends to be confused. He watched the prince fight with each other. Why not be more straightforward?

The moon night was silent and replied, "Lord, this will also be what you will face. You know, fighting is always the royal song of war. And only those who have fought are qualified to sit in that high position.

This sentence seems to be familiar.

Qin Si blinked, and the swaying candlelight made her feel like she had returned to Qizhou and the backyard of Fengyuan Houfu...

The struggle between the two houses in Hou's mansion has involved too many people's struggles. That day, Qin Si once sighed, "Marquis, such a fight is not suitable for the marquis."

And Feng Yuanhou replied to her: "Wo girl, don't just see the surface of some things. I'm not a bystander. Maybe I'm more than anyone else.

"You said that such a fight is not suitable for Houfu, but there are some things that only when you let them try and fight can you know who is really suitable. If it is suppressed all the time, the consequences will be far more serious than now.

At that time, it was just a confrontation between the two sides. Now think about it, what Feng Yuanhou said is exactly the same as the royal family. Whether it's the prince or Qi Zhongtian, how can the emperor know who is qualified to sit on the throne?

and escape is not the solution to the problem. The emperor is by the side, and it is always a containment. If the emperor is gone, who knows what the heavenly dynasty will look like...

With different things on her shoulders, Qin Si vaguely felt that these things she didn't like were her future life...

"Moon night, take me to Zhaoming Palace. I'm going to see the emperor." Qin Si understood that if the emperor died, the heavenly dynasty would be in chaos. There is nothing wrong with her, but Fengyuan Houfu is not close to the prince and the third prince, and I'm afraid that there will be changes at that time.

The moon night hesitated a little, but also nod and agreed.

The two quietly came to the vicinity of Zhaoming Palace by the moonlight, which was always the emperor's bedroom, surrounded by strict guards. Qin Si hid in the dark, listening to the sound of close footsteps coming and going, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Yueye, take this to see the emperor. Tell him not to touch the medicine sent recently." Qin Si took out something from his arms and took advantage of the moonlight, which was a white jade finger.