Chapter 190 You will soon see Gu Ci

Wen Qingheng rolled his eyes. This kid was thinking about his sister as soon as he woke up.

"I'm fine."

He said unhappily.

Pei Jian had just woken up and was seriously injured and bleeding a lot. He was only able to survive by holding on with his last breath, but he was still a mortal body and could no longer do anything. He was also very weak at this moment.

Although Wen Qingheng always scolded him, he still felt sorry for him in his heart and asked, "Do you want some water? Are you hungry? The doctor said you can drink some soup and porridge when you wake up."

Pei Jian shook his head slightly.

As soon as he moved, he saw stars in front of his eyes, and he felt like vomiting, so he closed his eyes again. Not wanting to show his weakness, he waited until the discomfort passed before opening his eyes again.

This time Qin Lang also came closer.

Both men could see that he was trying hard, but neither said much.

Pei Jian looked at Qin Lang's injured left leg with an apologetic look.

Qin Lang was implicated by him.

However, there was no need to apologize. Qin Lang was already sitting beside his bed, pointing at his injured leg and saying, "You have to take responsibility for this leg. Promotion and rank will all fall on your head, Pei Shizhang, from now on!"

"good."

Pei Jian's voice was still very weak, but this simple word conveyed the inexpressible gratitude between brothers.

Wen Qingheng poured a glass of water and helped Pei Jian to drink it. Now there were two injured people and he was the only good man, so naturally he had to do more.

"Who wants to kill you? Damn it, you are so arrogant under the emperor's feet!"

Wen Qingheng was very angry, and looked at Pei Jian and said, "Don't be so eccentric in your daily life. You have created so many enemies for yourself. How many lives do you have left?"

Pei Jian had recovered from the confusion he had just felt when he woke up. His eyes had become cold and sharp again. He asked, "Can Prince Jing leave the capital and become a vassal?"

Wen Qingheng was stunned, and he and Qin Lang exchanged a glance, then said, "Your Majesty is ill, and Prince Jing is filial, so he asked to take care of him, so the date of his enfeoffment has been postponed."

After all, Qin Lang had done a lot of things with Pei Jian, so he was more sensitive. He lowered his voice and asked, "Are you talking about Prince Jing..."

He hadn't finished speaking, but the meaning of his words was obvious.

Prince Jing wants to kill Pei Jian.

That makes sense.

Pei Jian did not give a direct response, but asked Wen Qingheng again, "Nianxi and I...are people saying that I am infatuated with her?"

"What can I say?" Wen Qingheng's face darkened. "They all say that you framed Prince Jing for revenge for Nian'er. You don't even try to cover it up. Do you still want my sister's reputation?"

Qin Lang was a little confused. He thought that he had not been unconscious for two days and two nights, so why couldn't he understand anything Pei Yan said?

But Pei Jian didn't need him to figure it out, and continued, "Someone from the Dali Temple will come to take me away later. The court has been in turmoil recently. No matter what happens, you must remember to keep your duties and don't stand out."

"Especially you." He looked at Qin Lang, "No matter what crime I've been charged with, don't run around to seek justice for it."

"Come to the Censorate to take you away? This is too much! It's totally unreasonable!" Qin Lang's attention was diverted and he said angrily.

"Shi Zhang, do you know something?"

Pei Jian hummed, and then said to Wen Qingheng, "Don't worry, Nianxi, nothing will happen."

If it were usual, Wen Qingheng would at least have said a few words, "My sister doesn't have the time for that", but now even a fool could see that the situation was not right. He no longer had the mood to tease and nodded with a heavy heart.

"Where's Gu Ci?" He remembered something and asked again, "Didn't you say he would be back soon?"

Pei Jian smiled.

It is difficult to describe the feeling of his smile at this moment. It is not the usual cold and distant smile. It seems sad, happy, melancholy and regretful.

"You'll be seeing him soon."

…

For three consecutive days, His Majesty did not show up.

During these three days, there were no court meetings, no meetings, and no minister saw the emperor's face. Memorials submitted piled up like a mountain, but there was no response for a long time.

Emperor Jing had always been diligent in his work. Even when he was sick, he never missed three days of court and ignored state affairs. This was unprecedented since he ascended the throne.

A court official asked the emperor's eunuch, Xia Yi, and Xia Yi said that the emperor had accidentally caught a cold the night before, so he stopped attending court to recuperate. The first day was fine, but on the second day, the officials were discussing it privately, and by the third day, there were already many different opinions.

Some senior officials who usually went in and out of the emperor's study proposed to visit the emperor in his bedroom, but they were all declined by Empress Lu.

The court meeting was at a stalemate, and finally it was Duke Lu Wensheng who stepped forward and negotiated with the ministers, saying that if the emperor still did not show up tomorrow, he would negotiate with Empress Lu, and then visit the emperor together with the old minister who was nominated.

Only then did everyone leave with peace of mind.

Lu Wensheng watched the ministers leave and did not meet the empress. Instead, he conveyed what he had said in the hall earlier, "Your Majesty, please take care of yourself," and then turned around and left the palace.

Outside Emperor Jing's bedroom, Empress Lu heard the maid's message and waved her hand expressionlessly, telling her to leave.

The entire bedroom was now empty, and the servants had all been cleared out. The curtains were lowered, and in broad daylight, the light inside was dim.

Queen Lu tiptoed to the depths of the bedroom and came to the dragon couch with a bed curtain. She quietly lifted the curtain and looked quietly at the person lying on it.

There was no sound in the tent.

The weather in May is so hot that even wearing a single shirt at noon can make you sweat, but Your Majesty is wrapped in a quilt from head to toe, with only the eyes and nose exposed, and he is wrapped tightly.

He tilted his head slightly, as if the weak candlelight in the hall was blinding him. His cheekbones were flushed, his slightly plump body and sagging cheekbones all showed his aging.

Queen Lu drew aside the curtain and walked in, looking more closely at her husband, the ruler of the entire empire. However, she discovered that no matter how high-ranking and powerful a person was, he would be so miserable when he was about to die.

The whole body exudes a foul stench.

This was a sign of death, the uncontrolled body muscles sending out signals, announcing his death.

Her father had it, too.

Now, she has to send her husband off with her own hands.

When he was young, His Majesty was handsome, cheerful and cheerful, a great man who could easily make people fall in love with him at first sight. However, when she married into the palace, His Majesty was already nearly thirty years old.

Men, like women, always feel sad when they lose their youth and beauty.

She thought about growing old and dying with His Majesty.

But not everything can go as we wish.

Her husband wanted to force her son to die, and she had to choose one.

Your Majesty has many concubines, but you only have this one son!

Xun'er was right. They, mother and son, had been forced into a desperate situation and had no other choice.

As long as she succeeds, no one will dare to act wildly in front of her and her son in the future. Her son will not have to be inferior to others. She will be the queen mother of the entire dynasty, and no other woman can surpass her!

"Your Majesty," Empress Lu whispered in Emperor Jing's ear, "It's time to get up and take your medicine."