king of the dead

In April of the first year of Qixin, for more than ten days in a row, all the ministers refused to go to the court on leave!

Shang Ying wandered among these courtiers' homes, but encountered soft nails one after another, which made him unable to even get angry.

Every time he left the courtier's house, he stamped his feet and looked back, his brows were deeply furrowed, hard to relax.

After returning to the palace, he hesitated and went to Jiagui Palace again. The old eunuch Yan Gen of Jiagui Palace was even more arrogant.

Shang Ying didn't bother to talk to him, but he was just an eunuch.

He entered the palace, pulled the old emperor in front of him, biting and hugging him, on the bed, on the couch, on the desk, or beside the tall candlestick.Often sweat profusely.

That day, the old emperor was lying on the desk, and Shang Ying kept moving behind him. When he reached the resting place, he looked up at the osmanthus tree outside the window. The weather was getting warmer, and the windows were opened every day. Several servants I am sweeping and tending flowers and plants not far away.

Shang Ying said: "It was too cold last winter, and this osmanthus tree may not live long."

Dou Tinggui gasped and laughed lightly, "He should have died early."