The emperor was in a critical condition and was aggressive, and even the imperial physician had no choice but to hang his life with the precious herbs.

Look at this situation, it's not too long.

Most of the old officials of the previous dynasty supported the fifth prince, and they were all Shen Liangping's confidants.

Naturally, he knew which Highness he liked the most.

After all, it was not the seventh prince who was in the imperial prison.

It is a pity that the previous dynasty has already been controlled by Shen Qingyan, and there is no room for a second voice to come out.

After all, his methods had already spread throughout Shengjing City.

Coupled with the effect of killing chickens and warning monkeys, those old officials resigned from office, and those who said they were sick said they were sick.

After all, your family and your own life are the most important, right?

And Shen Qingyan already mastered the Jinyiwei, and the dispatching power of the Imperial Guards in the palace was as simple as finding things.

Passing through the long corridor, the soldiers guarding the city gate saluted him one after another.

Even the palace maids and eunuchs who were kneeling in two rows were full of horror in their lowered eyes.

Walking at the front, Shen Qingyan looked sideways and said,

"I've never hurt them, so why are you so afraid?"

This question has stopped Fuchen, and to be honest, I am afraid that he will be sad.

If this is a good story, if it gets shot on the horse's leg, he has to go to guard the border again?

"Master's reputation is far and wide. They are not afraid, that is, they are excited when they see the master."

There are thousands of people who are flattering, so let's talk about coaxing people first.

Fuchen thought that his master would be angry, but he didn't expect to hear his mockery,

"Now even you have learned to deceive me. What kind of reputation is it? It's obviously the king of hell who asks for his life."

He knew all the rumors in the market, and if he heard too much, he would be numb.

Sister Fairy once said that there will always be people who will like him, and that his people will love him.

But now it seems that it is nothing more than a joke and words to comfort children.

She is the only one who can risk her life to protect him without any reward.

It's a pity that even she has completely left his side.

The ice-cold Taiji Hall was empty and chilling.

Shen Qingyan looked at the high dragon chair, and the corner of his mouth mocked even more.

What does it mean to be king?

Hands stained with blood, stepping on bones, the throne piled up with human life.

He doesn't want it, and it's not uncommon!

"Congratulations to the Seventh Highness for getting what you want."

Shen Liangan left Shengjing since he rescued Shen Qingyan fifteen years ago.

But didn't want to, when returned to Beijing again, the situation between the DPRK and China was turned upside down.

"I got what I wanted? What I asked for in panic, it's just her. How can I get my wish?"

Shen Qingyan turned around slowly, wearing a black cloak, his aura was obviously more suitable for a dragon chair in a high position.

"You don't want the throne that is at your fingertips?"

Shen Liangan was a little surprised, but more sympathetic.

The experience of growing up in childhood is too painful. Once you gain power, what you can get is not what you want.

Shen Qingyan didn't want to entangle with him too much, he was just an idle prince who couldn't make waves.

When passing by Shen Liangan, Shen Qingyan frowned, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"The throne belongs to the father, and the uncle gave me such a big hat of treason, I dare not take it."

Since he values ​​power so much, let him sit on the dragon chair until his death.

Shen Qingyan stepped into the inner hall, where all his people had already been replaced.

As for Wang Xi's grass on the wall, he naturally wouldn't let it go easily.

As a valet over the years, he has scooped up so much oil and water, and he should have spit it all out!

The golden gauze is beautiful, the golden dragon embroidered on it soars in the clouds, and the dragon's eyes are full of energy.

It's a pity that the person lying on the dragon's collapse couldn't even speak.

Shen Qingyan motioned for the palace people to go out and took the hot soup beside the table.

"Father has worked hard for Da Zhou for many years, and it is time to rest."

Stirring the soup medicine, the silver spoon and the porcelain bowl made a crisp collision sound.

It was originally a very pleasant voice, but Shen Qingyan's face became even darker.

Shen Liangping tugged at the quilt tightly, his eyes wide open, but in the end he couldn't even utter a word.

Shen Qingyan said to himself, not caring whether the decoction still scalded his mouth, and poured it straight into his mouth,

"The royal father must be very happy, this soup is the recipe that the sons and ministers have searched all over the Great Zhou Dynasty."

It is non-toxic, but it can make people bedridden in a short period of time and slowly lose their five senses.

until natural death

Watching his body gradually grow old, and everything around him is helpless, how helpless it is.

Thinking of this, the smile at the corner of Shen Qingyan's mouth became even worse.

"Brother Wu Huang secretly assembled his army on the outskirts of the city, broke into Xuanwu Gate, and was killed on the spot by the leader of the Imperial Guard."

He just sent someone to provoke a few words, and the fifth emperor brother was about to break into the palace imposingly to kill him.

A prince who is too well protected is destined to be unable to withstand the ravages of wind and rain.

To meet his end, only death!

If he is here, the old ministers from the previous dynasty will throw their illusions.

Shen Qingyan is not afraid of causing trouble, it is just a once and for all method, why doesn't he use it?

A life, in exchange for the stability of the Great Zhou Dynasty, is very cost-effective, isn't it?

Shen Liangping stared at him, the red blood streaks like stained blood, as terrifying as the evil ghost crawling out of hell.

But who is Shen Qingyan?

That is the Shura who really stepped on bones and blood, and climbed out of hell.

It's just Shen Liangping, what's there to be afraid of?

As if to appease his excited emotions, Shen Qingyan pretended to be worried and mocked,

"Don't worry, the emperor, the son will give the imperial doctor the best medicine, and you will surely end your life!"

He wants to let him see with his own eyes that all his hopes will be completely dashed.

No one can save him, no one can save himself

At the beginning, he regarded himself as a quick knife to eradicate dissidents in the court, and a stepping stone for the Five Emperor Brothers to be crowned the crown prince.

It's a pity that the blade of this quick knife is still aimed at his heart!

Taking out the jinpa from his sleeve, Shen Qingyan wiped the hand that touched the corner of Shen Liangping's clothes just now, and threw it on the ground in disgust.

When walking out of the hall, Shen Qingyan looked sideways and said to those palace people,

"Serve your Majesty well, and make sure he is well."

Death is the easiest thing to do.

Being alive is the biggest torture for him.

"Master, the one from Kunning Palace wants to see you."

Fuchen glanced at his master's expression and cupped his hands.

"Since the mother wants to see me, how can there be no reason to see me?"

There was a smile on Shen Qingyan's lips, but this smile was a bit colder than the snow in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month.

The originally bustling Kunning Palace has now become depressed and lonely.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that this is a cold palace.

The air-conditioning in the hall was overflowing, and the coal in the copper furnace had already been burned, leaving only the black and bald charred skin.

There was a violent coughing sound from the inner room, and the graceful and luxurious queen had already become despondent at this moment.