Chapter 133 End-of-life complaint about halal thoughts, shocking the dragon to stare at the universe

At the end of his life, he complained about halal thoughts, which made the dragon stare at the universe.

The wailing is popular to kneel in front of the emperor, and the holy fate of the king reaches Baichun.

Looking at his father's doubtful appearance, Leng Ye smiled and continued to say, "Xin Xiyuan married the barbarians, and the world doesn't know how many daughters Xin Zuo has. As long as Xin Zuo agrees, this is not a problem.

Only then did he realize that the emperor couldn't help but want to cheer for his emperor, but because he was an emperor, he just nodded. Then leave this matter to the emperor!"

"Yes! Father!" Leng Ye couldn't help but feel fluttering with him, "I'm leaving."

"Recede!"

With the consent, Leng Ye bowed and turned back.

After Leng Ye retreated, the emperor looked at Sandezi beside him, "Do you think it's okay for His Royal Highness to do this?"

Hearing the emperor's question, Sandezi hurriedly bowed respectfully, "Go back to the emperor, I think it's wonderful."

"I hope so." With that, he couldn't help picking up the memorial on the table and looking at it.

At this time, Chu Zhaochen drew with a sword in the yard early, and the housekeeper beside him waited respectfully.

At this time, Yan Cheng came over and said, "I've met the prince."

Seeing that it was Yan Cheng, Chu Zhaochen handed the sword to the servants beside him, and then took the maid's wet towel and wiped it. He sat in the chair in an orderly manner and did not see the words, "What's the matter?"

Yan Cheng smiled strangely and stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, it's time to attack!" Seeing that Chu Zhaochen just glanced at himself and did not say anything, Yan Cheng continued to say, "The emperor has not weakened the prince's military power now, mainly because the emperor is still alive. This morning, the subordinate heard that the emperor was seriously ill and lay in bed.

Hearing Yan Cheng's words, Chu Zhaochen stood up and said, "What are you talking about?"

Seeing Chu Zhaochen's reaction, Yan Cheng knew that Chu Zhaochen didn't know, so he answered respectfully, "In the morning, the servants came to report that the emperor had fallen ill earlier, but it was not spread out. In the morning, the detective came to report that the emperor was about to die. Xiaguan hurried to inform him. If the emperor is not here, the emperor must be the first to be remedial.

I didn't want Chu Zhaochen to hear Yan Cheng's words. From the tension just now, he suddenly became happy and smiled, and couldn't help but make the words beside him confused.

Chu Zhaochen looked up to the sky and laughed a few times, and then looked at Yancheng, "It's really heaven to help me."

"How can I see it?"

Looking at Yan Cheng's doubtful face, Chu Zhaochen didn't say anything, but sat down generously, "It's time for me to be the emperor."

The words beside him couldn't help but feel creepy. What on earth is the prince going to do? Before he finished thinking about it, he heard Chu Zhaochen say coldly, "It's time to enter the palace. And it's time for Wen'er to do something."

Although he didn't understand, Yan Cheng nodded respectfully.

Compared with Chu Zhaochen's complacency, Chu Zhaoran is extremely anxious at this time.

Seeing Chu Zhaoran stattering left and right, and seeing Dr. Hu and others come out, he came forward and said, "Doctor, how's your father?"

Hearing Chu Zhaoran's question, all the imperial doctors knelt down and lowered their heads without saying anything.

Seeing this, Chu Zhaoran understood that he wanted to cry, but as an emperor, he could not cry. So he forced himself to endure the sadness in his heart and walked in.

When Chu Zhaoran walked in, the empress dowager cried and sat next to the emperor. When the Qingming emperor saw the arrival of the emperor, he stretched out his hand feebly, "Huss..."

Chu Zhaoran hurried over, holding the emperor's hand, and couldn't help crying, "Father..."

Looking at the crying Chu Zhaoran, there was always a trace of debt in the emperor's heart, so he raised his hand, and the empress dowager and others retreated.

After the empress dowager waited for everyone to retreat, the emperor tried to sit up with the other hand. Seeing this, Chu Zhaoran hurriedly helped the emperor to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Father..."

Looking at Chu Zhaoran crying like a child, the emperor couldn't help laughing, but the shallow smile was slightly pale, which made the surroundings more desolate.

The emperor touched Chu Zhaoran's head, "Huang, thank you for your hard work."

"The emperor doesn't work hard."

Looking at Chu Zhaoran, who didn't understand, the emperor couldn't help but have a slight doubt about his original decision. Thinking that he was about to die, he was afraid that he would not be supported, so he feebly took out a token from behind the pillow, "Your Majesty, take this."

Unidentified Chu Zhaoran took over the token, "Father..."

"Listen to your father, in fact, the empress dowager is not your mother's concubine. Your mother's concubine is the fragrant princess of Yanguo. Twenty-three years ago..." With that, he seemed to return to the scene of the first meeting with Princess Xiang.

When the emperor finished speaking, Chu Zhaoran's eyes couldn't help but widen little by little, and his face was unbelievable. That is to say, the father knew that the mother exchanged her ministers with the emperor's brother, but he always acquiesced.

"Hmm! That child is the father's lifelong debt.

Looking at his worried father, Chu Zhaoran suddenly held the emperor's hand for a long time. "Father, don't worry, I will treat my brother well."

Unexpectedly, the emperor shook his head, "No... The emperor must weaken the military power in his hand. Only then can you protect your position."

Chu Zhaoran, who didn't know what to say, wanted to hear the emperor continue to say, "That child's eyes are full of ambition, and his father is worried!" He didn't rebel now because his father was still there. Father, there are not many days..." Before the emperor finished speaking, Chu Zhaoran shook his head like a child, "My father will definitely live a hundred years old."

Looking at the sometimes naive Chu Zhaoran, the emperor couldn't help but feel pain, "The emperor listened to his father. This token is for your life. Once he rebels, you can take it to Yanguo to find Xin Zuo. He will help you."

"Xin Zuo? Who is Xin Zuo?

"Xin Zuo is the childhood sweetheart of your mother's concubine." At this time, the little noble son walked in respectfully and said, "I have met the emperor, I have seen the emperor, and the king of Chen is begging to see me."

Hearing this, the emperor couldn't help sneering. Chu Zhaoran quickly put away the token, "It's time to come. The emperor should remember his father's words and declare him to come in!"

"Yes!" In response, the little noble son retreated. When he came in again, he was followed by Chu Zhaochen with a sad face.

I saw Chu Zhaochen kneeling by the emperor's bed sadly, "Father...Father... Son, come, it's late!"

Looking at his handsome beauty, he is obviously like himself, but somehow he doesn't like Chu Zhaochen like this. The emperor couldn't help saying feebly, "Get up!"

So, Chu Zhaochen stood up, "Father... What's wrong with you, doctor? I went to call the imperial doctor in person..."

Seeing this, the emperor raised her hand and said, "Chen'er, it's not necessary. Chen'er, unexpectedly, just listen to your father say a few words!"

He looked at Chu Zhaoran beside him suspiciously, and then cried and looked at the emperor, "Father, please say it, just say it."

"Chen'er, my father won't be long. My father has a last wish. I hope you can complete it."

Hearing this, Chu Zhaochen couldn't help thumping, "Father, say it!"

"My father wants you to go to Baichun City to find a Chunxia sword. There is a treasure map hidden in the Chunxia sword. You must not fall the Chunxia sword into the wrong hands. My father wanted to go to Baichun City in person, but he fell ill on the day he didn't want to go. It seems that my father can't see the Chunxia sword in his life. With that, he couldn't help coughing, which shocked Chu Zhaoran and Chu Zhaochen hurriedly patted the emperor's back. The emperor couldn't help shaking his head with relief, "I'm not busy. Chen'er, it must be..." Suddenly, before he finished, he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Chu Zhaoran was so scared that he hurriedly shouted, "The imperial doctor...the imperial doctor..."

Hearing Chu Zhaoran's call, the imperial doctors hurried in and took the pulse for the dying emperor. After a while, the emperor took out an imperial edict from his pillow and handed it to Dr. Hu, and then fell asleep and did not wake up.

Wanmin couldn't help but observe a moment of silence, and the little noble son beside him shouted: "The emperor...the emperor...the emperor...the emperor...the emperor...the emperor..."

Although Chu Zhaochen, who knelt down and shed tears, had pain and hurt in his heart, he was more thinking about the words of his father's death. Hundred Spring Swords? Treasure? Before Chu Zhaochen finished thinking about it, Dr. Hu handed the imperial edict to Chu Zhaoran with a sad face.

Chu Zhaoran, who was very sad, handed over the imperial edict to Xiao Guizi. Xiao Guizi bowed respectfully and opened the imperial edict little by little, which couldn't help raising the voice of the people present. The most nervous thing is the Empress Dowager sitting on the edge of the bed.

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