The man's handsome face was pale at the moment, with only a pair of pupils looking forward in a daze, spitting out a mouthful of black blood, and he collapsed on the chair, unable to hear anyone talking, and he didn't know where his mind wandered.

The old man frowned and stretched out his hand to feel his pulse, "No, my anger is attacking my heart, and the worm is trying to bite his heart. If I don't take out the worm, I'm afraid this person will be crippled."

He quickly stretched out his hand, tapped several large acupuncture points on his body, and took out a small green snake from his wrist. The snake was very thin, as thick as a human little finger. He carefully put the snake into Tong Luoyang's mouth, "

Come on, come on, come in quickly."

When the snake's tail also got into Tong Luoyang's mouth, he picked up a long flute and blew it twice. He hadn't played it in so many years, and he didn't know if he still had the same skill as before. He shook his head and started blowing. His flute sound

The long and gentle sound stirred up waves of echoes in the empty hall, and he seemed to be addicted to them, unable to extricate himself.

The snake actually seemed to hear the sound of his flute and obey the command of his music. It burrowed from Tong Luoyang's mouth to his bones, chasing the little black Gu insect.

No matter who is burrowing in your belly, you will feel uncomfortable. At this moment, Tong Luoyang just feels like his body is about to be cut open. He wants to scratch it, and there is a very poisonous and itchy feeling. If he hadn't been unable to move, he would have died sooner.

He just turned himself into a gut-wrenching evil spirit.

There were huge beads of sweat on his head. He gritted his teeth tightly and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "What did you feed me? What kind of living thing was it?" He was so absorbed that he didn't notice the old man just now.

How did his son come in? When he reacted, he felt something slippery crawling in his stomach. The feeling of the skin rubbing against the internal organs was very itchy.

Only then did the old man open his eyes. Seeing that he still had the strength to speak, it was nothing serious. He turned around, calmed down and ignored him, and the music slowly played to the center.

Tong Luoyang's eyes widened suddenly, and he suppressed a roar. The old man was also sweating profusely from exhaustion. This little green-headed snake was the sacred beast raised by the emperor of the Wu Clan, Du Qinglong. It is the holy medicine for removing poisonous insects.

, If he hadn't had a hand with that old poisoner back then, Tong Luoyang's illness would be really difficult now.

The poisonous insect has already penetrated deep into his heart and lungs. It's time to control the poisonous insect. He has been controlled by the person who planted the poisonous insect for a period of time. If the little green-headed snake doesn't eat the poisonous insect out, he will be killed.

The person who caused the poison may have no other choice.

It was done, and the song was over. When the green-headed snake crawled out of Tong Luoyang's mouth, it was already half the thickness of an arm, and its body had already changed from green to black. The old man held up the snake with distress and sighed,

The little snake was already dead as soon as it came out of Tong Luoyang's mouth.

This is what is said when one thing reduces another.

After the old man had dealt with the little snake, he felt Tong Luoyang's veins and said, "Yes, the poison has been removed. Do you feel better?"

Seeing Tong Luoyang's painful expression, the old man shook his head and said, "The old man only cares about getting rid of the poison, but doesn't care about anything else. Just take care of yourself."

As soon as he stepped out of the hall, he heard a roar inside. He didn't even bother to look back, and ran to the imperial kitchen to steal some food.

Tong Luoyang was smashing things around in the hall, and a flood of memories suddenly came towards him. He seemed to be unable to bear it, and he covered his head repeatedly. He smashed the porcelain in the hall, and there were fragments everywhere, but he only

It felt like there was a woman everywhere in his mind, sometimes smiling, sometimes scolding, sometimes making love with him, sometimes abandoning him.

He covered his heart and muttered with a dull expression, "Xinyu, Xinyu..." Two lines of clear tears flowed from his eyes. When San De led the people in, he was sitting on the ground slumped, shivering.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

Tong Luoyang looked up at him and spit out a mouthful of blood, "I'm fine..."

He was fine, he was just tired. He was too tired to speak and too tired to even breathe.

This time, when Tong Luofeng saw him again, she already knew that he was really sick.

"Brother Emperor, I was wrong, I was really wrong." He only said this and remained silent.

Tong Luofeng frowned and asked San De what happened that night. San De said directly, "That night, the servants heard the noise in the palace outside and rushed in. They saw the emperor leaning against the wall with his eyes open.

Wushen, he doesn't pay attention to anything his slave tells him, and that's how it is now."

Hearing what San De said, Tong Luofeng secretly sighed. Did he think of Long Xinyu? Wrong? He actually said it wrong? Who is he? He is Tong Luoyang, the seventh prince of the previous dynasty and the current Tiansheng Emperor. He

When did he know that he was wrong? Even when he was a child, he shot and killed the bloody horse in the Western Regions, led the troops on the expedition, cut off the deputy general's head with a knife, and argued with his father for half a year without speaking to him, he never said he was wrong.

But now, for a woman, he says he was wrong?

That's fine, but even if you now know that you are wrong, what's the use? She has disappeared long ago, and even her own secret guards have not found her. Long Xinyu seems to have disappeared out of thin air, and there is no news about Long Qingshan.

After all, where is she?

Tong Luoyang lay in bed all day, thinking about everything he and Long Xinyu had experienced during the day, and meeting her in his dreams at night. His heart was filled with the woman named Long.

So much so that he didn't even go to the child to speak out.

Tong Wentian hid in the side hall of Yuchun Hall, using his inner strength to listen to the sounds next door. When Ming'er's muffled shouts came, he felt a heart-wrenching pain. If he had known better, he shouldn't have let her have this child.

He was so anxious that he almost rushed out, but he couldn't. He was not the child's father, not in name only.

"Wow..." A child's cry echoed through the hall. A look of surprise appeared on his face, and he just wanted to go over and see Ming'er right away.

The old nanny held the child and said, "Congratulations to the empress, congratulations to the empress, she is a prince."

When Ming'er heard what she said, a huge stone fell in her heart and she fell into a deep sleep.

When she woke up, she didn't see Tong Luoyang's figure, and she couldn't help but feel a little sad, "Hongying, where is the emperor?"

"Replying to your Majesty, the emperor's dragon body is not in good condition and is still being raised in Chengqian Hall."

"What's the disease?" He didn't even come to see her after giving birth. What's wrong with him? He can't even get out of bed? "No, I want to have a look."

Hongying quickly supported her and said, "My dear, don't worry, the emperor has not seen anyone in recent days, but the young prince has already met the emperor, and the emperor named him Yunde. My dear, it's better to be a confinement child and don't hurt your body."

"Although Hongying went to Tong Luoyang to reveal Ming'er's secret, she also promised Tong Luoyang to take a good look at Ming'er, so she would naturally gain her trust.

In the past few days, she had become more sure that this child was Tong Wentian's, because he had visited Ming'er more than once. Moreover, Hongying could tell that the emperor's uncle really liked the empress. The infatuation in his eyes was frightening.

Any woman would be fascinated by it.

Ming'er murmured, "Yunde, Yunde... Where's the child? Let me see." She had her hair disheveled and looked haggard. Only now did she realize how difficult it is to be a mother.

She held the child in her arms, looked at the child's wrinkled face, and frowned, "It's so ugly."

Hongying said with a smile, "A newborn child is like this. It will get better after a while. The empress and the emperor...the emperor are both handsome people. I think the little prince will also be a handsome person in the future."

Ming'er gently stroked the child's face, "I just hope that he will grow up safely." She is tired enough now and cannot let the child get into these disputes anymore. She must protect her even if she risks her life.

This kid is thoughtful.

"Inquire carefully. If anything happens at Chengqian Hall, please inform me in time."

"It's your concubine, I know it."

As soon as Hongying leaned down and left the main hall, she walked towards the Chengqian Hall. Behind her, in the Yuchun Hall, a woman's soft humming could be heard. It seemed that she was coaxing the child to sleep.

Tong Wentian looked at the person on the bed, not knowing what to say. He stood there blankly for half an hour, but Tong Luoyang finally calmed down and looked at him, "Uncle Emperor? When did you come?"

He was about to get out of bed, but Tong Wentian held him down, "Don't move. You're not feeling well, so just lie down. I, there's nothing wrong with me."

In Tong Luoyang's memory, this imperial uncle has always been elusive, making his father very angry every year, especially at the annual Lantern Festival wedding banquet.

It was as if he was the only one in the world, as if he could go anywhere he wanted.

Tong Luoyang looked at him carefully. This was the time when he was most sane these days. "I haven't seen him for many days. My uncle has lost weight."

Tong Wentian looked at him, but didn't know what to say. Did he want to tell what happened with Ming'er? He said that he didn't control himself that night, and that he accidentally let his woman have a child.

?

He is his elder. Although they are not often in this deep palace, the two of them are still related by blood. How can he tell it?

He was very sorry to Ming'er and Tong Luoyang about this matter.

He had been dissolute for many years, but he had never felt so sorry for anyone. Facing the sick Tong Luoyang, he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Uncle Emperor, why don't you speak?" The man looked at him without blinking, without a trace of wave between his brows. It was like a calm lake, making people sink into it and unable to extricate themselves. His sick look now makes him even more sick.

There was something evil about him. His already demonic face seemed to look even more haggard.

The words that came to my mouth changed their taste, "Nothing, I just have to leave this time. I'm afraid I won't come back, so I came to see you." He said this.

Tong Luoyang's eyebrows twitched, "Uncle Huang is leaving?" His words were full of disbelief. His child had just been born, and he was leaving now? Is he trying to confuse me? Or did he have some other secrets?

Tong Luoyang lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, "The emperor's uncle has been wandering away for many years. It would be better to stay in the court and get a part-time job as an official and marry a wife in the future."

Tong Wentian's expression changed, and he looked out the window at the bustling palace, "This place is never suitable for me. I still like the life of living in the wild." The corners of his lips were curved, with a smile that Tong Luoyang had never seen before.
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