emperor of a dynasty

Compared to Murong Fan's ignorance, the king's Murong Yan is even more ignorant. After hitting Murong Cong, the anger in her chest was still uncontrollable, and she was so angry that she was spinning around in the room, "You bastard!" She dropped a lot of things, which shows how angry she is, "She actually came to ask Gu if she was the one who killed her father, I thought she looked at Gu in such a strange way these days, that's why.

Damn stuff!Damn stuff! ! !Gu knew that it would be a disaster sooner or later for the uncle to keep him!come--"

"What is your Majesty going to do?" Seeing this, Yan Wuwei hurriedly asked.

"What to do?" Murong Yan sneered, "Didn't she think that Gu killed her father?! Then Gu will kill her mother again! You have to settle down for this notoriety!!"

"If you do this, isn't it equivalent to admitting it?" Yan Wuwei sighed slightly, knowing that this time Murong Rong had angered Murong Yan, she said, "The prince has grown up, he is no longer the naive boy he was back then."

"Adult?" Murong Yan sarcastically said, "Is she still called an adult with her pig brain? Uncle Gong's few words made her suspect Gu's head, Gu killed her father? Why didn't Gu also kill her father?" Abandon her?! Keep it so that she will grow up angry...cough cough...pissed off?!"

Yan Wuwei stepped forward to help her and said, "Don't be angry."

Murong's face flushed from coughing, "Cough cough... cough cough cough cough... Gu, Gu insists on... cough cough cough cough... must kill Gong Shuya!"

Yan Wuwei fed her some water, and comforted her, "Isn't it just in line with Gongshuya's wishes that you are so annoyed?"

Murong Yan grabbed her hand and held it, breathed a sigh of relief, met the woman's worried eyes and smiled, and said, "It's getting cold, my throat is a little itchy lately."

Yan Wuwei looked at her and said nothing, she naturally knew that the frequent foreign wars had made Murong Yu a lot of work, and now that Mu Congcong is acting like this, it's no wonder her body is not dragged down.

"Jin'er..." Murong Xun felt a little uncomfortable, "I have a cough... a cough... I have a good drink..."

"Don't worry about it." She comforted Yan Wuwei so much, but her body didn't live up to expectations. After saying this, she developed a fever that night, burning her whole body as if she had been fished out of a stove. The on-duty imperial physicians knelt in front of Wang's tent one by one and prescribed medicine for her. They changed the cold water for several times, but the heat just couldn't go down.

"Lord Xiangguo, Your Majesty, she is overthinking, she is not in good health, and now she sees the cold, and she is out of breath... The heat can't go down..." He thought that Yan Wuwei would let them go after saying this He is an imperial doctor, but Yan Wuwei, who has always been good-tempered, said with a somber face after hearing this:

"Even a little wind and cold can't be cured, what's the use of your imperial physicians?"

When the imperial doctor heard this, his face turned pale with fright.

After Yan Wuwei said this, he stepped into the inner room, saw the pale but ghostly ruddy woman on the bed, tightened her palms, and walked over slowly.

Seeing Yan Wuwei coming, Tangtang, the palace lady who had been serving Murong Xun, got up and saluted, "I have met Mr. Xiangguo."

Originally, according to the rules, at this time, as the prince, Mu Cong was supposed to come here to wait for the illness, but right now Murong Cong was punished by Murong Cong to kneel in the ancestral hall. Gong came to preside over the overall situation.

"Get up." Yan Wuwei said to Tangtang, "How is your majesty?"

Tangtang shook her head, "The heat won't go down."

Yan Wuwei's face was terribly gloomy. Those imperial doctors had never seen Yan Wuwei angry before, but they didn't expect to meet Yan Wuwei at this stall.

After a while, Yan Wuwei said to those imperial physicians, "Instead of kneeling, why don't you go outside and think about how to make the king cool down."

What this means is to tell them to get out and stay.

Upon hearing this, the imperial physicians quickly saluted and retreated.

After the imperial physician left, Yan Wuwei stepped forward and said to Tangtang, "I'll do it."

Tangtang then handed the veil in his hand to Yan Wuwei as he said, Yan Wuwei took the veil and sat on the side of the bed, wet the veil with cold water, and stuck it on Murong Xun's forehead, It won't be long before I have to change it again.

Xu Shi felt Yan Wuwei's existence in his dream, and Murong Yan's frown that had been tightly furrowed loosened a bit, and he murmured, "Jin'er..."

Yan Wuwei almost shed tears, gently took Murong Xun's hand and said, "I'm here."

I am always here.

This guard lasted until dawn, during which the imperial physicians thought of several ways to come out to reduce Murong Yan's fever, but the heat was strange, it became hotter and lower, and in the end, the imperial physicians could only face Yan Yan with a bitter face. Wuwei pleaded guilty and said that he was helpless, saying that he wanted to see if the king himself could survive this test...

"Back off." After hearing this, Yan Wuwei didn't blame them, but said calmly.

After the imperial doctors left, Yan Wuwei sat on the bed alone and looked at Murong's closed eyes for a long time. Over the years, she often remembered in her dreams what the old gentleman said in Qianzhou, he said that she was born with insufficient heart and lungs , I'm afraid I won't live until my thirties.

She has been terrified and frightened for these years, but she has searched all over the world for famous doctors, but they can't cure Murong Yan's disease that was brought out of her mother's womb. At that time, she lowered her eyes and thought, 20 years... how much time is left for her and Murong Xun?

is there time?

She opened the heart-protecting pill that Chongming gave her when she first came to the capital, took one off and fed it to Murong Yan with water, and then handed the remaining two pills together with the box to Tangtang at the side.

"Miss... this is?" Tangtang asked while holding the medicine.

"This is Yaowanggu's Heart-Hearing Pill." Yan Wuwei said in a hoarse voice, "If it's not a critical moment, she... had better not take it." Although the Heart-Hurting Pill is a life-saving medicine, it is also a deadly poison, and it can be used It is effective in stimulating physical strength, but after three, the limit of human beings has also been reached. At that time, the Immortal Da Luo will come, and I am afraid that he will not be able to save him.

She knew Murong Yu well, and knew that she still had a lot of unfinished business, so she chose to fulfill Murong Yu, without questioning or restraining her.

She stood up slowly, and said to Tangtang, "She will wake up in a short time, after she wakes up... let her have a good rest." Then she turned around and was about to go outside, Tangtang He hurriedly said, "Where are you going?!"

Yan Wuwei kept walking, and said, "Go and find Mu Congcong."

Go to her and make it clear.

When he found Mu Congcong, Mu Congcong was still kneeling in front of the tablet of Murong's ancestor, kneeling straight and upright, Yan Wuwei looked behind the door for a while, sighed slightly, and then walked over.

Mu Congcong felt a person walking beside her, she turned her head slightly, and when she saw the person, she was startled, "Sir...?"

Yan Wuwei didn't look at her, but knelt down in front of Murong's memorial tablets. This kneeling made the heart of Mu Teng beside him almost stop. She told herself not to believe what Uncle Gong said, and tried her best not to think about or believe that Aunt Murong and Yan Wuwei had that kind of relationship.

That kind of relationship...but the more she told herself that, the more she remembered how she was with Yan Wuwei and her aunt... A long time ago, she felt that her aunt and Yan Xiang were so in tune with each other, as if getting along The true love that has been with you for many years, you will always know what the other party needs and what you are thinking.She didn't dare to think about it, and she didn't dare to ask, she lied to herself through this long month, but Yan Wuwei's kneeling just now shattered all her fantasies in person, yes, yes... If it wasn't because of her aunt's relationship, how could Yan Wuwei treat her so well?

She is... all under her aunt's glory!

"Now, I'm not your husband." Yan Wuwei knelt very straight, indifferent and solemn, facing Murong's tablet, amidst the wisps of smoke, her throat moved slightly, and said , "The next thing I want to say is to talk to you as the wife of your aunt Murong Yan."

Hearing this, Mu Congcong's kneeling body trembled violently, and he was speechless for a long while.

"Your aunt and I met each other when we were young, and later we made a private decision for life when we went to Qianzhou." Yan Wuwei paused each word, "We were married at the church on August 16th, [-]th year of Qin Zhaowang, and it has been ten years now. "

"Don't say it, please, don't say it anymore..." Mu Congcong lowered his head, not daring to let his tears flow, let alone asking Yan Wuwei why.

Why...why did you come here and tell her this in person, and why is that person her aunt who treats her like a father like a mother...why, the one you like is her...?

It's her aunt, Murong Yan!

"I made a promise with her that we will live in the same bed and die in the same bed." Yan Wuwei continued cruelly, "She was originally the most beloved princess of the late king, but because I ran away from Qianzhou, I know she wants to marry her." Wants that throne, so I'm doing everything I can to help her get it.

In the battle at the end of the winter of Qin Zhaowang's 18th year, the guards made a surprise attack..." She paused, then said, "It's because I didn't have time to tell the first prince. "

Mu Congcong's hands clenched into fists on his knees, he loosened and clenched, clenched and then let go, his heart trembled slightly, so it was so...

It turned out to be the case.

"Qianzhou is thousands of miles away from the southern border, sir, it's too late..." Mu Congcong lowered his head and wanted to comfort Yan Wuwei and even comfort himself, but the gloom in his chest was hard to calm down, and he couldn't continue speaking.

"Yes, Qianzhou is thousands of miles away from the southern border, so it's understandable that I didn't have time to pass the news to the first prince." Yan Wuwei said in a calm voice, "But in the end your aunt still sat on the throne, and it was her who benefited from it. I am the one responsible for all of this, so if you want to hate, blame me, then hate me, blame me.”

Mu Container didn't speak for a long while.

"There's something I didn't want to tell you..."

"What else, let's talk about Yan Xiang." After a long time, Mu Congcong said.

She changed her name to "Yan Xiang" and refused to call her "Sir" any more.

Yan Wuwei naturally knew the difference, and knew that Mu Congcong might not be able to bear it at this time, but at this time, it was useless for her to try to hide it.

"After your father died, I had someone open the coffin for an autopsy. His body was extremely poisonous. Even without that war, he would not have survived the next summer."

Hearing this, Mu Congcong said surprisingly calmly, "It's Uncle Gong who poisoned you, right?"

"……Correct."

Mu Congcong laughed, raised his head slightly, and looked at the woman kneeling beside him, she said, "Why...why you, aunt, and uncle, have been nice to me before, but now you come to hurt me like this ?”

Yan Wuwei's jaw was tense and he couldn't answer a word.

"You and aunt...why is it aunt?" Mu Congcong suddenly lost strength while kneeling, and fell to the ground, a few strands of her bundled hair fell out. She stared at Yan Wuwei, looking at the picture that appeared in the dream With countless faces, he asked in a hoarse voice, "You treat me well, teach me about politics, and help me become a reserve...it's all because of my aunt, right?"

Yan Wuwei looked at the tablets in front of him, slowly closed his eyes, and said, "Yes."

"What about me?!" After hearing her answer, Mu Congcong suddenly shouted, what about me? !who I am?

Is it the guarantee for you to play mirror? !

Or the pawns in your hands? !tell me!who I am--"

She rushed over, grabbed Yan Wuwei's sleeve and said with red eyes, "How kind are you treating me? Treat me really?!"

"Believe it or not." Yan Wuwei turned his head to meet the girl's red eyes, and said softly, "Your aunt and I really want to treat you well and treat you as our own children."

But I don't want to be your daughter, Mu Congcong looked at Yan Wuwei, opened his mouth, and wanted to say this, but when she looked at Yan Wuwei's face that she had missed so much in the dead of night countless times, she seemed to be trapped Whoever grabbed his throat couldn't say anything.

Yan Wuwei, I never wanted to be your daughter.