Chapter 1509 Amnesty

Seeing them coming, this time before Liu Yusheng and Feng Qingbai could speak, the imperial guards automatically made way for them to go in.

Presumably, Duan Ting had ordered them not to stop them before.

In the main hall, the maidservants and servants who used to line the sides of the main hall were no longer found.

Even the old eunuch who had been accompanying Bei Canghuang hadn't seen anyone this time.

On the dragon bed, Bei Canghuang was lying alone, lingering on his last breath.

Hearing footsteps approaching and the sound of collision coming from the partition bead curtain, the old emperor turned his head.

When he saw Liu Yusheng and his party, his eyes widened, and his eyes were dyed red with hatred.

"Feng Qingbai, Liu Yusheng!" After a word, the old emperor shouted the names of the two people.

"Your Majesty looks better today. As long as you continue to take the medicine, your body should be able to recover in three months." Approaching the dragon bed, Liu Yusheng said calmly when he met the man-eating man's gaze.

"What do you mean?" If Liu Yusheng hadn't said it too firmly, Bei Canghuang would almost have thought that the other party was here to add insult to injury, and came here to taunt him.

But it's not right. Liu Yusheng clearly said that after three months, his health will get better?

Liu Yusheng smiled, "Hasn't the emperor noticed that your body has begun to recover a little strength in the past two days? The feeling of fatigue should also improve? This plague is not too serious. After contracting the disease, after a few months of powerlessness, It will gradually get better, and if you don't die, you won't die. The emperor was born with purple energy, very blessed."

The woman had already spoken clearly.

The light in Bei Canghuang's eyes was flickering, dim and difficult to see, intertwined with countless emotions. Constantly condensing and dispersing, and finally slowly collapsing.

"A few days ago, someone died of the plague just now. Now you say that the plague will not kill people. So the princess has lost her medical ethics as a doctor and lied to me?"

"The emperor made a mistake, and I didn't lie. What I said at the time was that the man had indeed suffered from the plague in his lifetime. But suffering from the plague in his lifetime is completely different from dying of the plague. I didn't deceive the emperor, so why did I come here?" Abandon medical ethics." She will not take the blame.

There is no way to describe Bei's panicked face with words.

Croton nestled at the feet of his parents, watching the old emperor's face repeatedly cracked, and his little eyebrows also kept dancing, feeling very worried.

"Father, mother, will he be pissed off?"

"No." Feng Qingbai replied, "He will calm down quickly, and then look for an opportunity to fight back."

Knowing that he will not die, after the initial shock, Bei Canghuang will calm down quickly, and then find a way to regain his rights.

"Since that's the case, why does my mother still tell him the truth? It's better not to say anything, let him wait for death in despair, and nothing will happen again in the future."

Liu Yusheng squinted, did his son blame her for troublesome things?

"Even if you tell him, he won't do anything wrong. Your Uncle Duan won't give him such a chance. And we came to see him, isn't it just to tell him the truth?"

If it wasn't like this, how could Bei be so angry that it looked like a color palette was installed on his face, and the changes were wonderful.

During their time in Beicang, they were frequently plotted against by Beicang. It is really polite to pay only such a little bit. If it is Feng Qingbai, there are more poisonous ones.

"I heard that the emperor has written the edict for the throne of Zen. In a few days, King Ting will be officially enthroned as emperor. After he succeeds to the throne, the affairs of Fengyue Kingdom will be solved, and the problem of this king will be solved. I will leave. I hope to come to Beicang next time, the emperor is still there, take care."

Nodding towards the man, Feng Qingbai only said this and then left slowly with his wife and children.

"Stop, you stop for me, I will be infected with the plague, did you tamper with it? Don't you! Stop and answer me!"

Behind him, Bei's panic-stricken roar soared into the sky.

There was no pause in the backs of the few people who left, and they all pretended not to hear, and walked away.

Answer or no answer, the fact is a foregone conclusion. What's more, if they didn't say anything, Bei Canghuang would think that they did it, so why bother talking to him.

As soon as they left, the bedroom immediately fell silent. Deep and empty, the entire room lingers with a frightening atmosphere.

The man on the dragon bed had a distorted and hideous face, shaking his head and muttering something. Afterwards, he tore the sheets like crazy, and finally fell off the bed.

This night, from time to time, there would be a series of crazy laughter in the dormitory, despairing, desolate, and penetrating.

Bei hurriedly lost completely.

Because of a Fengyue, he was tricked by Feng Qingbai and dragged from the dragon chair, losing everything.

Three days later, the king of the court, Duan Ting, took the old emperor's Zen edict, ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, amnesty for the entire kingdom.

Zhuangzi, who confined the plague patients, lifted the martial law and allowed relatives of the patients to visit.

Immediately afterwards, good news came from the DPRK.

The plague that caused panic among the people in Beicang did not cause death.

After a few months of illness, as long as you take the medicine on time, you can regain your health.

In other words, this plague will not pose any threat to the people.

This news made the whole country boil, and at the same time, it also made the people have a little more favor and support for the new emperor who had just ascended the throne.

Many people think that the new emperor ascended the throne and blessed the common people so that they can survive this plague.

Intangible, it consolidated the foundation of the new emperor.

The city of Beicang has returned to its former bustle, the streets have resumed traffic, shops have resumed normal operations, and everything has begun to restore order.

An unremarkable carriage quietly left the capital city of Beicang amidst the festive lights and festivities all over the city, and slowly set off on the road.

When the new emperor got the news that Nanling Wang's family had left the capital, it was too late to send people to chase after them.

At the beginning, in order to help him obtain the throne, the holy dragon token that the man had lent him had disappeared at some point.

Opening the brocade box where he stored the token, seeing that there was only a single piece left in it, Duan Ting was silent for a long time, and finally let out a helpless laugh, frowning.

Until now, he has not been able to figure out a pattern in the way the family behaves.

He really convinced Feng Qingbai and Liu Yusheng.

Forget it, there will always be a chance to meet again in the future.

"I heard that Duan Ting gave you an imperial decree in advance on the eve of enthronement, take it out and have a look." On the Fenglin trail, in the carriage, Liu Yusheng reached out to rummage through the man's skirt, trying to find out the imperial decree.

The man didn't stop her and let her search, his eyes and brows were full of indulgence.

At this moment, the rambunctious children on the side covered their eyes, quietly closed their mouths, and sniggered.

Daddy and mother are ashamed.