Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1988

He is indeed a puppet!

The last bit of light in the young emperor's eyes was extinguished. He listened numbly to the report of the Shenyuan Envoy, "Imperial Physician Chang has been in charge of the incense and medicine storehouse for twenty years, and Imperial Physician Zhang is in charge of the fumigation case..."

Emperor Zhaowu stared blankly at Shen Yuanshi as he neatly ordered the other imperial physicians to collect the camphor residues at the scene one by one, and ordered people to record them.

After everything was done, the envoy of the court turned around and presented the evidence to the commander of the imperial guards in front of Emperor Zhaowu, with the white silk looming in his palm. "Catch him and hand him over to the Dali Temple for strict interrogation!"

The armored men in the hall were all armed and their swords were unsheathed.

The two old doctors were frightened awake and cried out that they were innocent.

"Whether it's unjust or not, we'll know after the Dali Temple tries it." The commander of the imperial guards had a blank expression on his face.

The two old doctors were dragged away.

Outside the palace gate, a thin figure was clinging to the vermilion lacquered door frame and peeking inside.

The morning light stretched his shadow into a long and distorted shape, and it swam into the hall like a snake spitting out its tongue.

Emperor Zhaowu suddenly remembered something and his fingertips twitched suddenly like a spasm.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down. He looked at the silent and head-down Envoy Shen, then at the commander of the imperial guards with his hand on the hilt of the sword. A sticky chill crept up his spine.

The two of them stood so close that they could hear each other's breathing.

"Come here." The emperor waved his hand, signaling the man outside the hall to come closer, and his hoarse voice split the air.

The figure trembled at the sound and was tripped by the threshold and fell to the ground.

This person was none other than Lu Zhong, the adopted son chosen by Eunuch An from the Inner Academy, and now Xiao Lu Zi, who was serving in the imperial court.

He was also the eunuch closest to Emperor Zhaowu, except for Xiao Shuzi.

Xiao Luzi rolled and crawled to the dragon bed, his forehead resting against the cold blue bricks, making a muffled "dong" sound.

He was shaking like a sieve, his voice fragmented as he reported with tears in his eyes, "Your Majesty, the Sixth Temple collapsed! It collapsed! Madam Tang...she was crushed to death inside."

"What!" Emperor Zhaowu was shocked, and felt that all the blood in his body had frozen. "You, say it again!"

A huge fear enveloped him. He hoped that this was just a dream and that nothing would happen when he woke up.

Xiao Luzi trembled and tore his fantasy apart. "The Six Gods Temple collapsed, Tang, Madam Tang is still there, still inside..."

In the dim morning light, a dark figure stood at the end of the palace gate like a mountain.

The man stood against the light, the jade belt hook on his waist reflecting a dazzling cold light. The golden cloud pattern on the black python robe surged in the morning light, and wherever his sharp eyes swept across, the iron armor in the hall retreated like a tide.

"Father...Father..." Emperor Zhaowu's Adam's apple rolled violently. He subconsciously raised his hand to block it, but saw the emperor's broad palm coming down with the sound of wind.

"Pa!" A slap in the face made the emperor stagger and fall on the dragon couch.

The jade ring on the finger of the retired emperor scratched three bloody marks on his son's face. The bright red blood beads were flowing down the emperor's pale cheeks, condensing into black and red blood lines.

"Rebellious son!" Xiao Yunde's voice was like a blade tempered with ice. He held his son's chin tightly with his fingers. "When I passed the throne to you, how did you swear to heaven and sun?"