I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

The pictures in his mind flowed frame by frame, they were the fond memories of Emperor Yanwu, the years he was nostalgic for and could not go back.

"Zhen, how happy I was then! Before you, I had three sons, but you are Yun Zhao's flesh and blood, my most beloved woman, the son and daughter born to me."

Because of his emotional excitement, and because Princess Yunzhao was involved, Emperor Yanwu spoke very fluently.

Ying Zhexu looked deeply into Emperor Yanwu's pupils, exploring his true emotions.

"How touching! I almost believed it! Since I am your son, born of the woman you love the most, why are you so resolute when you wave the butcher knife at me? But under your instigation? Don't try to quibble, I can figure it out, and there is naturally evidence. "

The tragedy and pain of Ying Zhexu's life all stemmed from that assassination.

Emperor Yanwu opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but finally gave up. "You know everything? That's right, you are my smartest son!"

"Yes, Zhu Mao is my will. A Xu, I originally intended to pass on the world to you. I don't care about your identity or bloodline. It is enough that you are Yun Zhao's son. But you should definitely not Damn, I came up with this idea myself, and you actually managed to instigate the great master to prove it for you. Duchen, the magic stick, is divinely present, and prophesied that you are the son of destiny. Whose fate is, I have the final say, not Du dust."

To put it bluntly, in this world, you can only have what I give you. Otherwise, kill without mercy.

It is already so terrifying to be able to influence a great master, but Mo Feizhan in Yunzhao's hometown wants to regard Ying Zhexu as the co-lord of the world, so Emperor Yanwu had no choice but to reluctantly swing down the butcher's knife.

On the surface, Zhu Mao was employed by the Cui family of Qinghe, but the real banker behind the scenes was Emperor Yanwu.

The conversation seems to be coming to an end.

Ying Zhexu began to make a concluding statement, "I, the great father, is mortal. Now, it's time for you to make a will. Otherwise, your country will be torn apart."

With that said, Ying Zhexu took out the imperial edict.

At this moment, Emperor Yanwu saw in his eyes that this son's ambition was determined to win. Doesn't he love beauty more than country? Didn't he go on a long voyage? If he comes to fight for the world, what about other sons?

Taking a deep breath, he organized his words, "Ah Xu, I also want to pass on the world to you, but the courtiers may not agree! If you become the emperor, the country will be torn apart."

Zhe Yu just sneered, and Amber's eyes were full of treacherous circumstances, "Courtier? Which courtier? Killing the spear? That killer leader, do you think he will protect your country forever? Besides, Father, there is one thing you may not know. The red blood patriarch is dead, and he is also a great master. I didn't kill him, but he died because of me. I will do the same and send him to the underworld."

Trembling, trembling of the soul.

Emperor Yanwu felt deeply powerless and exhausted.

After a short rest, Baicaoshi lit a soothing incense with cinnabar as the main material in the hall. This kind of Xiang Dayan people used a lot, but she added a medicine to it, which can soothe the nerves and enter a relaxed emotional state.

Emperor Yanwu felt sleepy, and his upper and lower eyelids fought.

Then Baicao began to pray.

This is Yun Zhao's old Zhu Youshu technique, and it was more useful for hypnosis at that time. An ancient medical art works in another way.

Emperor Yanwu was refreshed again, and his scouting smile on Ying Zhexu was like a qualified heir for the future.

Baicaoshi and Zheyu looked at each other, and then Baicaoshi walked out of the hall.

In fact, it took only half an hour for the five courtiers to leave the dormitory during this process. In such a short period of time, it is difficult to do anything.

"Shishi, how is it?" the Queen Mother asked.

Baicaoshi raised her sleeves, swayed her body, and wiped the sweat from her brow, "Fortunately, I did not disgrace my fate, Your Majesty passed on the princes and ministers to have an audience."

Ying Zheli and Ying Zhefeng couldn't believe that after reading Baicao Poetry, it was expected that the father would wake up, but it was unexpected to see the officials so frankly. Could it be that the fifth child really didn't do any tricks?

The Empress Dowager, princes, and ministers swarmed in. Emperor Yanwu sat up and had been in a coma for many days. He was very thin, but his mental state was not bad, and his cloudy eyes now had a glint of clarity.

Ying Zhexu knelt and sat beside the dragon couch.

Everyone knelt down and shouted long live.

"Get up, everyone."

Wu Yang Yang is up.

The queen mother spoke first, "Emperor, now you have to be a crown prince, and you have to be a crown prince if you don't."

Emperor Yanwu glanced at the whole group of people in His Highness, his eyes stopped on Concubine Si and the little prince, and then on Concubine Ning, showing a little confusion.

"What the queen mother said is very true. I know my body, probably, the time to die is not far away. A country cannot be without a king for a day, and I have only one prince, only a worthy one."

The officials watched Emperor Wu Yan, his mind was sober, he analyzed everything in detail, without any feeling of being manipulated.

"Your Majesty, King Feng..." This is Yi Chaoxian.

"Your Majesty, King Li..." This is Rong Jinghou and others.

Emperor Yanwu stopped them from continuing. "When I opened my eyes, the first person I saw was the fifth child, Ying Zhexu. Over the years, he has experienced a lot outside and suffered a lot, but he has really grown up. The prince who first proposed to build an academy to shelter poor people , has grown into a pillar who cares about the country and the people and has the ability to do things. If my country is not passed on to him, who else can it be passed on to?"

The ministers were shocked, is this the final word? I didn't expect that at all!

It was also suspected that the emperor was controlled.

"Your Majesty, the fifth prince is a descendant of Yunzhao, so he has half of Yunzhao's blood?"

"Presumptuous!" Emperor Yanwu yelled, full of anger, "Your so-called Yunzhao's blood is in Zhenlong's body at this moment, if there is a distinction between high and low bloodlines, isn't Yunzhao's blood the most noble? "

The ministers can't argue.

Concubine Si suddenly took Ying Zheren's hand, tears fell down like tears, she rushed to the bed, "Your Majesty, look at your son, he is Ying Zheren!"

Emperor Yanwu once said to Concubine Si: "The monarch rules the world with benevolence, so we named our son Ren."

But now, Emperor Yanwu just wants to win Zhe Xu, "A Xu, promise me, after you ascend the throne, treat your younger brother kindly."

Ying Zhexu lowered his eyes and said "yes".

Next, Dou An, the second eunuch next to Emperor Yanwu, read out the will and made the fifth son Ying Zhexu the crown prince.

Bu Jingwei, Cheng Shihan of Dali Temple, King Xun Yingzhe Xun, and Luo Shenpingsheng from the household department all congratulated His Majesty. Ying Zheli, Ying Zhefeng, Ying Zhezhe lowered his head, his fingers were already sweating.

Emperor Yanwu said again: "You all step back, Yi Aiqing stays."

The queen mother led all the officials to withdraw, and the princes returned to the city one after another. The palace was half empty at once.

Only Emperor Yanwu was left in the hall, Ying Zhexu, Baicaoshi, and Yi Zhaoxian who were guarding the door.

"Yi Qing, drink a cup of tea to calm down, I know you are unhappy, but this is the end, everything is destiny."