The Rebirth Of The General Who Always Sees Himself As A Replacement - Chapter 164

Fu Yi stretched his arms around Mu Zhiming, preventing him from falling to the ground. After confirming that he fainted and would not wake up for a while, Fu Yi tidied up his wrinkled clothes, took a deep breath to calm down, and then pretended to be in a panic. With the appearance of Cuo, he picked up Mu Zhiming and strode to Fengyi Palace.

Leaving Meiyuan, Fu Yi ran into Fu Ji’an at the entrance of Fengyi Palace.

Fu Ji’an wanted to salute and greet him, but when he saw Mu Zhiming, who was unconscious in Fu Yi’s arms, he was stunned. He stepped over and asked, “What’s wrong with Brother Mu?”

Fu Yi was annoyed: “It’s all my fault, I mentioned General Gu.”

Fu Ji’an immediately understood something: “Brother Huang, did you tell Brother Mu about General Gu’s death?”

Fu Yi nodded: “I thought Li Zhu knew that General Gu had been killed, and that’s why he started talking about it, but Li Zhu was distraught and fainted after hearing about it.”

It was rare for Fu Ji’an to be angry with Fu Yi, and he snapped unhappily: “Brother Huang, you are really confused! Let’s not say that the father and the emperor have suppressed this matter for half a month, and if brother Mu really knew about it, how could the Mu residence be in chaos? Peace and harmony, how could he be willing to attend the palace banquet today?”

Fu Yi asked back, “You know that the general has died in battle, why didn’t you tell him? Sooner or later, Zhu will know about this. Can you hide it from him for the rest of your life?”

The noise outside attracted the enquiry from the maid of Fengyi Palace. After Mu Qingwan knew that Mu Zhiming had fainted, she was taken aback, and immediately had Mu Zhiming be placed on the soft couch of Arhat in the outer hall, and she ordered her to go to the court. The hospital invites a doctor to come.

A young imperial physician hurried over, asked the reason, and took out a pulse pillow to give Mu Zhiming a pulse. Fu Yi stared at it calmly, to prevent the imperial physician from examining Mu Zhiming’s side neck.

After the imperial physician checked the pulse, he said to Mu Qingwan, “If you go back to the Empress, Lord Hou should be restless and restless on weekdays, having trouble sleeping and eating, and suddenly hearing the terrible news, his qi and blood went retrograde all of a sudden, and he was too sad to cause syncope.”

Mu Qingwan hurriedly said, “How can we do this?”

Imperial Physician: “Wei Chen prescribes a pair of soothing medicines, and asks Lord Hou to take it first, so Lord Hou should wake up soon, but Lord Hou is suffering from a heart disease, and a heart disease needs to be treated with medicine.”

Mu Qingwan let out a long sigh and asked the imperial doctor to prescribe a prescription.

There was a wave of unrest here, and the Ministry of Rites sent people to Fengyi Palace to invite a few guests to a banquet at auspicious times.

Mu Qingwan looked at Mu Zhiming who was lying on the couch worriedly: “Ke Li Zhu he…”

Fu Ji’an suggested, “Let Xiaoyan and the imperial physician take care of him first.”

Mu Qingwan sighed: “That’s the only way, Xiaoyan, you have to take good care of Hou Xuanning.”

Xiaoyan responded quickly: “Empress Empress, don’t worry.”

Mu Qingwan stayed with Mu Zhiming for a while, and didn’t get up until the Ministry of Rites sent someone to urge her again. She wanted to call Fu Ji’an and Fu Yi to go to the Taiping Hall for a banquet, but she looked up and was surprised to find that the two of them didn’t know when. gone.

Xiao Yan said: “Empress Empress, just now, King Su said that he was going to prepare a congratulatory gift. He only left for a while, and His Royal Highness also hurried away.”

Mu Qingwan murmured, “Is that so…”

For some reason, in a trance, she seemed to see that a few years ago, the three of them were still young, laughing and playing around her, all innocent and carefree. The cold plum was buried, and the wind was biting, but the Fengyi Palace was warm, peaceful and lively.

But now, when I came back to my senses, this huge Fengyi Palace was really deserted.

Taiping Hall, the auspicious time has come, and the palace banquet is open.

This time, the Queen’s birthday ceremony was kept simple. Only the royal family, the concubines, and the Queen’s relatives, Duke Yan, participated in the palace banquet.

The emperor sits in the center of the Taiping Hall on the right seat behind the nine-storey golden steps, which symbolizes imperial power, and on the right is the position of the empress Mu Qingwan.

This palace banquet was guarded by the Imperial Guards, and the Imperial Guards were standing guard in the hall.

And inside the hall, it still looks happy.

In the past, on the Queen’s birthday, the Queen never shared the table with the Emperor, but today only the royal family members attended the banquet.

The atmosphere of the banquet was quite relaxed and happy. The concubines and the princes and princesses served wine and offered congratulations to the queen, wishing the queen good luck and good luck. The young princes and princesses were sweet-mouthed, chanting poetry and amusing, which angered Mu Qingwan. Laughing straight, the emperor was happy when he saw her smiling face, wrapped around her shoulder and patted her, and then rewarded her with several princes and princesses.

When everyone finished speaking the congratulatory messages and sent the congratulatory gifts, and when they were about to taste the delicacies and watch the songs, dances and music, one person slowly stood up and stood on the scarlet brocade carpet with embroidered birthday characters in the center of the hall. All eyes were on him for a while. .

Fu Yi’s eyes were quiet, and he could not change his face even if the ground was shaking in front of him. He knelt down and gave a big gift. After getting up, he slowly opened his mouth and said, “I have a gift that I want to present to the Empress.”

“Oh?” The emperor said first, “What congratulations?”

From the seat, Fu Yi picked up a delicate box about half an arm’s length inlaid with gold leaf jewelry, held it in both hands, and looked at Mu Qingwan.

The **** stepped forward in small steps, taking the box and sending it to the queen.

However, Fu Yi took a half step back, and withdrew his hands, avoiding the hand of the **** who was about to take the crate.

Fu Yi said calmly, “This box can only be considered a gift if I open it in front of the empress.”

Hearing this, the princes and nobles sitting in the banquet were curious about what was in this box and whispered.

The emperor was displeased, and said in a deep voice: “If you present a gift, you will present a gift, why do you pretend to be mysterious?”

Seeing that the emperor was faintly angry and intended to blame Fu Yi, Mu Qingwan hurriedly smiled and said, “Your Majesty, His Royal Highness Prince Su grew up in the Fengyi Palace. He regarded me as his mother and prepared unusual gifts. It’s not surprising that there are some rules.”

The emperor clapped the table and said angrily: “Is he someone who can set the rules? Does he want to come up from the nine golden steps when he comes to the table? Is this something that a prince of his can set foot on?”

The emperor Longyan was displeased, and the banquet was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard. Everyone held their breaths and pursed their lips, daring not to make a sound.

In fact, today is a family banquet, and there is no need to emphasize the rules and status.

But since the emperor was poisoned by the deposed prince Fu Qi and the former queen, he has become sensitive, suspicious and irritable.

This is also the reason why he has never established a prince again.

Seeing the emperor’s anger, Mu Qingwan didn’t bow her head in fear like the others. She immediately stood up, saluted and knelt in front of the emperor: “Your Majesty, please calm down, it’s the concubine who didn’t think about it, it’s really wrong for His Royal Highness Su to go up the ninth golden steps. That’s right, the concubine is willing to be punished, but King Su has a rare heart to prepare the ceremony, and he also asked the emperor to allow the concubine to go to the center of the hall to accept this gift.”

Thinking that today was her birthday, the emperor suppressed the anger in his heart, put his hands aside, and agreed to her proposal.

Unexpectedly, Fu Yi opened his mouth and said, “The Empress is a woman of gold. It is really inappropriate to step down from a high position to receive gifts. The emperor thinks that it is inappropriate for me to step on the ninth golden steps, so I can kneel up.”

Suddenly, the whole hall was in an uproar, and even Mu Qingwan was surprised.

Fu Ji’an frowned, staring closely at the box and crate in Fu Yi’s hand, as if trying to see what Fu Yi meant by this.

Mu Qingwan said: “His Royal Highness King Su doesn’t need to do this.” After she finished speaking, she looked at the emperor: “Chen and concubine just go to the center of the hall.”

“No.” The emperor said suddenly, “You are my queen, my wife, one person is below ten thousand people, and your status is so noble. You shouldn’t go down these nine golden steps, just let him kneel.”

Mu Qingwan was uneasy: “But… this is really condescending to King Su.”

Do you want so many eyes to see King Su kneeling on his knees and offering gifts?

The emperor: “You are his mother, and the kindness of parenting is too great. Let him kneel, how can you condescend, okay, no need to say more.”

After getting permission from the emperor, Fu Yi walked calmly to the ninth-floor golden steps, then straightened his back and knelt down heavily on his knees.

He held the box in front of him with both hands, without looking sideways, raised his knees and then lowered them down, one golden step after another, and knelt up.

As soon as Fu Yi reached the high platform, Mu Qingwan immediately stepped forward and helped him up.

Mu Qingwan smiled at Fu Yi and said, “Yi’er, what kind of congratulatory gift is it, it’s so mysterious, take it out and let everyone see it.”

Fu Yi: “Open it and take a look.”

He said this in a low voice that only Mu Qingwan could hear.

Mu Qingwan nodded, and put her slender hand on the box and slowly opened it.

The box was only presented in front of Mu Qingwan, and the princes and nobles in the hall could not see what was in the box, but only saw the corners of Mu Qingwan’s smiling mouth pressed down a little, and their eyes were gradually occupied by astonishment and confusion.

The emperor’s eyes were blocked by Mu Qingwan’s back, and he couldn’t see the contents of the box either. He couldn’t even see Mu Qingwan’s eyes, but he felt that the two faced each other for a long time.

Mu Qingwan’s voice trembled, “Yi’er, this is… this is?”

Fu Yi was still very calm: “I’m sorry, this gift is too late.”

Fu Ji’an in the hall suddenly realized something and stood up abruptly.

It was at this moment that Fu Yi held the dagger of the box, took two steps sideways to the emperor with lightning speed, and stabbed the dagger in his hand into the emperor’s chest without hesitation!

The warm blood splashed on Fu Yi’s wrists, cheeks, and chest. He was so calm that it made people feel creepy. Ignoring Man Dian’s crazy screams and shouts, he pulled out the dagger and stabbed it in, nine in a row. In the chest of the emperor, whose eyes were round and he couldn’t even say a word.

Fu Yi had imagined this moment countless times.

He thought he was shaking.

After all, this is the murder of the father, and it is a heinous act. It is rumored that after death, he will enter the eighteen layers of **** and be tortured by blood pools and icebergs.

But he didn’t.

Probably because he was stabbed with needles by a psychopathic **** when he was five years old, and his whole body was hurt, and he never regarded the person in front of him as his father.

Anyway, the emperor must have never regarded him as his child.

“Yi’er!!”

The first to pounce was not the guards of the Imperial Army, but Mu Qingwan.

She grabbed Fu Yi’s wrist, trembling all over, but she still tried her best to stop him: “Yi’er, stop, stop, what are you, why, how is this happening.”

Fu Yi let go of the dagger and stopped stabbing the dying corpse in front of him. He withdrew his hand to avoid Mu Qingwan, and said lightly, “There is blood, don’t touch you.”

Afterwards, Fu Yi, whose face was still stained with blood, turned around. His eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, with no ripples. He looked at the already chaotic hall and said four words calmly.

“Your Majesty, die.”