Chapter 1507 Of Course It's Revenge
Everyone sits behind closed doors at home, and the once bustling and bustling streets of the capital city suddenly become deserted and lifeless, with no trace of the thriving and prosperous appearance that a capital city should have.
After Zhuangzili got the imperial decree, the plague patients fell out in Zhuangzili.
They had been imprisoned here for several months since the plague.
I couldn't see any relatives during the period, and I didn't know what was going on outside.
In the past, they were afraid of spreading the disease to their relatives and dared not go back, but now many of them have begun to get better, and leaving this Zhuangzi is just around the corner, but so many rumors suddenly spread, which is equivalent to pinching the fire that many people have just ignited. hope.
The patient rioted.
It's just that this kind of riot was confined in that village, and outsiders didn't know about it.
But soon, rumors leaked from Zhuangzi, saying that someone died in Zhuangzi. The patient who had begun to improve was killed by the officers and soldiers guarding outside Zhuangzi.
The matter was handled ignorantly. If someone hadn't noticed that there were fewer people around, there would be no way of knowing about this matter.
As soon as the news came out, the people in the capital who had been suppressed for several months were finally overwhelmed, and all their emotions exploded overnight.
Layers upon layers of protests sounded in the imperial city, and shouts of rejection of tyranny sounded.
The people were pushed to the extreme and began to bottom out.
This situation was unexpected by Bei Canghuang.
When the news was fed back to the palace, the courtiers also began to move.
A group of forces headed by Cen Shangshu began to join forces to protest against the emperor's tyranny, indiscriminate killing of people, and unworthy virtue.
The riots in Beicheng finally broke out completely.
With the establishment of the crown prince, the voices of the new emperor began to grow louder and louder.
The emperor's bedroom was as cold as ice.
In the entire inner room of the huge bedroom, except for an old eunuch accompanying him, there was only a lonely person lying on the bed, lifeless and helpless.
If he was still in good health, facing this kind of riot, Bei Canghuang would definitely suppress it forcefully.
But now he no longer has that ability, and his deterrent effect on the courtiers becomes weaker and weaker as he becomes terminally ill.
He is no longer a panic-stricken man, and he no longer responds to every order he gives. On the contrary, there are more and more voices against him, and he can only lie here and explode into the air.
"What's the situation outside now, tell me!" The tearing voice was extremely unpleasant, and Bei hurriedly clenched the bed sheet tightly with both hands.
He hadn't received an update on the outside situation for several days.
He knew that it wasn't that his subordinates were incompetent, it must have been stopped by someone, and there was no way to report the situation to him.
He was lying here, and someone took advantage of his illness to devour his power and grow rapidly.
Strong enough to have the ability to fight against him.
That person is definitely not Feng Qingbai, but he is absolutely inseparable from Feng Qingbai.
Those who can fight against him in a short period of time will never be able to do so without the support of powerful forces behind them.
It's just that he hasn't figured out which one of the remaining sons is his mistake.
The old eunuch hung his head and stood at the head of the bed, hesitating for a long time before saying in a low voice, "Your Majesty, there has been news outside these few days that King Ting received treatment from Princess Nanling, and his disability has begun to improve."
"It's getting better, what do you mean." Slowly turned his head, staring at the old eunuch with sunken eyes, waiting for him to say the following words.
"Prince Ting is able to stand up and walk freely." The old eunuch closed his eyes, said the words in one breath, then held his breath and prepared to accept the emperor's anger, but the man who was waiting was laughing out of breath.
"Stand up? Walk freely? Hahaha, hahahahaha! Cough cough cough!"
Laughing and panting and coughing, Bei Canghuang's old face was distorted and ferocious, "Okay, what a fourteen, what a court king! Tell me to call the court king to see you! I want to take a good look at this good son!"
The old eunuch rushed out quickly to spread the word, not daring to stay here any longer, for fear that he would be angered.
He is just a slave, not a king.
If the emperor cut it off, his head must be moved.
Right now, it's best to protect yourself as much as possible.
The emperor has lost.
That night, after the sky darkened, King Ting entered the palace.
Dressed in white clothes, handsome and coquettish, holding a jade fan and smiling lightly, Duan Ting stood in front of the dragon bed, looking condescendingly at his father for the first time in his life.
"It turns out that the royal father's bedroom looks like this. At this age, this is the first time that the son has entered the royal father's territory."
I don't know if it was a flashback, but Bei Canghuang actually sat up on his own this time, and he showed a bit of the momentum of the past again.
Looking at Duan Ting, Bei hurriedly opened his mouth and laughed, "Don't be so unusual, it's just a bedroom, this place will be yours soon."
Duan Ting shook his head, "I won't be able to come to this place a few times. When my father dies, I will lock this place up to commemorate my father's decades of service to Beicang."
"Naughty beast, are you cursing me to death now?" The man's smile sank, and the evil in his eyes reappeared.
If eyes could kill, Duan Ting might have died several times.
"Why is it a curse? Your father is about to die, and you know it very well. Otherwise, why would you order the killing of the people for burial?"
The four eyes met, and there was lightning and thunder.
"Your leg has recovered since you came back from Nanling."
"Once my father has figured it out, there is nothing I can hide from you. My legs have been healed a long time ago, but thanks to my father, I am used to living a wasteful life, so I planned to continue eating and drinking after I came back." Just dawdling around until your father dies."
"So the one who helped you was indeed Feng Qingbai."
"Who is the gang of the father? When the son woke up, he became a waste with two legs that could not walk. Who helped the father, or did the father do it automatically? I have always wanted to know the answer .”
"You thought it was me who made you crippled, so what you are doing now is taking revenge on me? You want to kill the king and father for a guess?!"
"Father still wants to deceive his son? It's come to this point. Are you still afraid to admit what you have done? But it doesn't matter. Whether it is true or not is not important to me. The important thing is that it is me now. Standing, and you can't get up."
Duan Ting took two steps back, took out something from his arms and put it on the table opposite Bei Canghuang, then sat down, looked at the man opposite him coldly, admiring all the expressions on his face.
Shocked, cracked, furious. I have no regrets alone.
On the opposite side of Bei Canghuang was a spiritual tablet, on which he almost forgot the name of the person engraved. He didn't expect that the last person's name would appear in front of him in this way.
"I think my mother would be very happy to see the emperor's current appearance, so I brought him here." Duan Ting pulled up his sleeves and wiped the tablet, "Mother, you should be very unhappy to see this man Right? Don't be angry, I brought you here today just to let you watch a good show and express the grievances of these years, my son will take you home later. "
"Duan Ting, what exactly are you doing this time!"
Duan Ting raised his eyes and smiled, "Of course it's revenge."
I'm not here for travel, I'm here to code in a hotel. Not enough manuscripts, can't play!