The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the breeze is swaying.

Song Zhiyuan stood not far from the tent of Cining Palace with his hands behind his back, looking up at the moon hanging in the sky, and his whole body seemed particularly lonely.

There was a familiar sound of footsteps behind him, and he turned his head and bowed: "I am going to see the emperor."

“No need to be polite.”

Emperor Chu came over, stood beside him, and said, "I heard that you haven't rested this day and didn't eat."

Song Zhiyuan smiled bitterly: "How can mother suffer from suffering and be a son, eat and drink with peace of mind?"

After the earth was moved, Song Zhiyuan immediately asked someone to go back to the house to take Lin Qing to the palace and treat Song Ci with the imperial physicians. She is a female doctor, which is convenient. It is also true. After checking Song Ci's body, she found that her thin back was bruised.

The square plaque is heavy, Song Ci is old and weak, and there will be internal injuries when it hits like this. No one dares to move her. After all, she is in a coma and does not know where the injury is. She is afraid that she will move at will, and it will be unbeautiful where the hidden wounds are involved.

In addition to the back, there is also a serious injury on the head. If it is smashed, it means it is flat. The wound is neither big nor deep, but that is the head. It is unknown whether it will cause a problem.

For various reasons, Song Ci could only treat him in Cining Palace for the time being. In order to avoid any more earthquakes, he would not return to the palace for the time being and would only live in a tent outside.

It's been one day now, and Song Ci's injuries have been medicine and bandaged, but he has not yet woken up.

What made Song Zhiyuan the most frustrated was that Lin Qing gave him psychological preparations that people might not wake up. After all, her original foundation was not good. Now she has suffered such severe injuries. Once her internal organs accumulate blood, she is afraid that there will be more and more good luck.

God knows that when Song Zhiyuan heard that, he couldn't help but slap himself hard.

Had he known this, would he have been more selfish? He would have known nothing, and would not have let Song Ci talk, how could he care about the world?

Emperor Chu felt a little uncomfortable, and scolded: "I know you feel uncomfortable, but I am not a titanium, so how can I do this? Song Yunzhi, you are not only her son, but also an important minister of the country. If your body collapses, wouldn't I lose your power?"

Song Zhiyuan said in a muffled voice: "Doctor Lin has made me prepare for Ding You. How can I eat it?"

"Fuck!" Emperor Chu scolded: "How could you be a son like this? You don't even say good things and curse your mother."

Song Zhiyuan said silently.

"I haven't eaten yet, so I'll accompany me." Emperor Chu said, and snorted again: "This is an imperial order, and it's disrespectful to resist the order."

Song Zhiyuan glanced at the tent and nodded.

It was said to be dinner, but it was not extravagant. It was just a bowl of shredded chicken noodle soup and some sour side dishes.

Song Zhiyuan was thinking of Song Ci in his heart. He ate it tasted boring and just mechanically filled food into his stomach.

"The people below reported it. The area in the Temple of Heaven felt strong. A large piece of the main hall collapsed. After investigation, the bottoms of the two main beams of the main hall exploded, with subtle traces of gunpowder."

At some point, Emperor Chu put down his bowls and chopsticks and told Song Zhiyuan the news.

Song Zhiyuan's chopsticks froze, and he raised his head, looking frightened and scared.

Emperor Chu took the expression on his face and said, "If you don't make any suggestions, then I and the prince will go to pray as scheduled, and they may be buried in the Temple of Heaven. Song Yunzhi, do you think this is a man-made or a coincidence? Even if there is no earth moving, the Temple of Heaven will collapse."
Chapter completed!