Chapter 3324 Don’t blame me...
"Don't blame me,"
A weak voice reached his ears.
The old uncle said, "Don't blame me."
Zhu Feng's brows suddenly furrowed.
Nan Yan, who had just been touched by him, opened her eyes dazedly and saw Zhu Feng standing beside the bed. She said in a half-conscious voice, "Your Majesty, what are you doing—"
Before he could finish his words, he heard the old prince's weak voice.
"Don't blame me..."
She shuddered and woke up immediately. She quickly stood up and walked to Zhu Feng's side. She also lowered her head to look at the old uncle's trembling eyelashes, held her breath and listened for a long time. But after saying these few words, the old uncle seemed very tired and did not speak again.
Nan Yan gasped and turned to look at Zhu Feng anxiously: "Your Majesty, what's going on?"
Zhu Feng didn't say anything. He just frowned and stared at the old uncle's frail, pale face. After a long while, he said in a deep voice, "Call He Yi and the others over."
"Oh, yes, yes!"
Nan Yan agreed and turned to walk to the door, asking the person guarding outside to pass on the message. After a while, He Yi and Chen Zixiao arrived.
As soon as He Yi came in, he immediately rushed to the bedside, took the old uncle's hand and took his pulse.
Although the old prince has not woken up, he does not look like he is completely unconscious. His brows are furrowed, his eyelashes keep trembling with his twitching eyelids, and large drops of cold sweat are dripping down. It can even be seen that he is in great pain.
Zhu Feng stood a little further away from the bed this time and asked, "How is it?"
He Yi thought for a moment and said softly, "I'm sorry for the offense."
After saying that, he asked someone to bring him a pack of needles.
Zhu Feng and Nan Yan knew that he was a doctor, but Chen Zixiao's expression changed when he saw this. He grabbed his wrist and asked, "What are you doing?"
He Yi sighed and said, "If not, the Taoist priest will continue to suffer and won't be able to leave in peace."
After hearing him say this, Chen Zixiao had no choice but to let him go.
He Yi took out the silver needles, tested them, and then carefully inserted them into the old uncle's head and several places on his chest. After a while, he pulled out the silver needles. Just as he pulled out the last silver needle from the top of his head, the old uncle, who had been unresponsive, suddenly heard a low, vibrating sound in his chest, as if he was trying to breathe, or as if the air in his chest was blocked by something. There was a roar in his throat for a while, and then he suddenly opened his eyes and leaned over the bed and vomited violently.
A pool of rusty red blood pierced everyone's eyes.
"Father!"
Chen Zixiao shouted and hugged him hurriedly.
After the old prince finished vomiting, he fell back onto the bed weakly. Nan Yan hurried forward, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to him. Chen Zixiao thanked him, took the handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Father, father, how are you?"
He asked so eagerly, but the old uncle could not utter a single word except for gasping for breath.
After spitting out that pool of blood, his whole body was like a hollowed-out sack, drooping limply on the bed, with only a pair of bloodshot eyes. He looked at the person in front of him for a while, as if he could barely recognize him. He couldn't speak, but nodded slightly.
After taking a breath and regaining some strength, he said weakly to Chen Zixiao: "You——"
Chen Zixiao immediately asked, "Father, do you have anything to tell me?"
The old uncle looked at him for a long time with red eyes, as if he had a thousand words to say, but in the end, all he said were a few soft words: "You, you guys are fine."
His words were obviously instructions to the three brothers.
Chen Zixiao's eyes also turned red. He sniffed and said in a muffled voice, "Father, don't worry."
The old uncle smiled and said, "I never worry about you."
For some reason, just a few simple words revealed a deep pain of parting. Nan Yan, who was listening nearby, couldn't help but have red eyes even though she was full of thoughts. She subconsciously turned her face to the side and saw He Yi put away the silver needle and silently took a step back.
She asked softly, "How is the old uncle? What medicine does he need?"
He Yi glanced at her, then at Zhu Feng.
After hesitating for a long while, he said softly in a voice so low that it was almost inaudible: "Master, this is a last gasp of life."
It means that there is no way to save the situation.
Upon hearing this, Nan Yan let out a low cry and covered her mouth with her hand.
Zhu Feng's eyes also turned red.
But he did not immediately step forward to ask anything. He just stood not too far away and watched the father and son say goodbye. Instead, after the old uncle finished speaking, he looked over Chen Zixiao's shoulder and looked at Zhu Feng.
He smiled at Zhu Feng, as if he wanted to say something, but at this time, the roar in his chest had exceeded his breathing, and he seemed to have no strength to speak.
Only the hand lying limp at his side raised a trembling finger and pointed at Zhu Feng.
Chen Zixiao wiped his face and immediately stood up and stepped aside.
He choked up and said, "Your Majesty, my father has something to tell you."
Zhu Feng then slowly walked over.
Under the candlelight, one can see more clearly that the old man has aged a lot in this moment. When he came before, he looked vigorous. Even though he was an old pine tree, it was an old pine tree that had weathered many storms and stood tall. But after praying for rain, the life of this old pine tree seemed to have been washed away by the rain, leaving only an old and tired shell, lying helplessly on the bed.
Zhu Feng leaned forward, his voice becoming particularly hoarse as he whispered, "What does my uncle want to say to me?"
“…”
The old uncle seemed to have nothing to say, and seemed to have no energy to speak.
She just opened her eyes wide and stared at him blankly.
Zhu Feng thought for a moment and said, "If you have any further instructions, I understand. These three are all capable ministers and generals of the court. I have use for them, and it won't be in vain."
The old uncle let out a sigh, as if he was laughing.
His eyes became more distracted.
Chen Zixiao, who was standing aside, was already crying like rain, covering his face with his hands and making a whimpering sound.
Zhu Feng continued, "Apart from these three, my uncle is all alone. If you want to tell me anything else, only you can tell me yourself. I don't know anything else."
The old uncle took two deep breaths and asked, "White Tiger City."
Zhu Feng frowned slightly.
But he still said, "It's destroyed."
“…”
"After this blow, it will be even more difficult for the Neng Kingdom to compete with our Yan Kingdom. There are some things that have come to my mind."
A smile as bright as the sunset appeared on the old uncle's face.
He nodded gently, as if he had let go of a worry, and then a tired look came over him like a cloud of mist, and he slowly drooped his heavy eyelids.
Just when Zhu Feng frowned and thought he was going to leave, he suddenly opened his eyes again and said to Zhu Feng, "Don't blame us."
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