amaotonovel Chapter 1001 The beautiful dream is just my imagination
Chapter 1001 The beautiful dream is just my imagination
Emperor Zhaowu screamed madly, his fingertips dug deeply into his palms, and blood flowed down his sleeves.
"Waste! All of you waste!" He suddenly jumped up and overturned the gilded candlestick, and the flames exploded into a golden color on the green jade brick.
The Minister of the Court of Justice was so frightened by Emperor Zhaowu's sudden action that he jumped back half a step, avoiding the broken light from the candlestick.
Seeing this, the two old doctors behind him rushed forward at the same time, holding down the emperor's spasming arms on the left and right.
The soothing incense specially made by the Imperial Hospital wafted from their sleeves, but it could not suppress the violent aura surging from the emperor.
At the same time, Emperor Zhaowu tore off the snow-white silk undershirt embroidered with cloud patterns, and the collar with gold-thread edging was twisted and deformed under the brute force.
"Your Majesty, please take care of yourself!" An old doctor had just finished speaking when he was kicked in the chest.
The dull sound of the old body hitting the Panlong Pillar was mixed with the clear sound of the glass lamp shattering into pieces.
Emperor Zhaowu's fingers had already pinched the throat of another old doctor, his blue-white knuckles deeply embedded in the flesh. His pupils were dilated, and the dark green of a dead swamp was surging in his eyes, and his crazy breathing sprayed on the other's pale face.
The old doctor's larynx creaked in the emperor's palm, and his cloudy eyeballs gradually bulged out.
The hall was dead silent, with only a faint fragrance wafting in the air.
Just when the old doctor was out of breath, Shen Yuanshi slowly shouted, "Come here! Capture these two people who want to do something bad to the emperor!"
The palace door burst open, and the dawn light slashed into the dim inner hall like a sharp blade.
The commander of the imperial guards entered with his sword drawn, his iron armor glowing coldly in the interweaving of candlelight and morning light.
Emperor Zhaowu's knuckles suddenly loosened, and the old doctor collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. The emperor's pupils trembled slightly, reflecting the imperial guards standing in front of him.
He suddenly woke up and looked around in confusion, not knowing what day it was or where he was.
His frantic shouting from earlier seemed to ring in his ears, "I won't allow the dream to be the opposite! I won't allow it to be the opposite! I want it to be right side up, right side up! I'm clearly very good to her, and she's very good to me..."
Emperor Zhaowu pressed his swollen temples hard and asked, "Shen Yuanshi, what happened?"
Shen Yuanshi did not answer, but suddenly stepped forward, shook out a piece of white silk from his sleeve and wrapped it around his right hand, then grabbed the old doctor's wrist. He pulled up his wide sleeve, and the brocade bag hidden in the secret pocket fell to the ground.
He used a silver-handled medicine spoon to pick open the brocade bag, revealing a few dark red fragrant cakes.
He ordered someone to bring a bronze mirror to reflect the candlelight and shine it on the cross section of the incense cake. "The surface is the calming incense." He then used a silver spoon to scrape the incense block to reveal the dark brown powder inside. "This crystalline texture is definitely mandragora."
As soon as he finished speaking, he pinched the old doctor's chin, forced him to open his mouth, pried open his teeth with silver tweezers, and took out a beeswax pill from under his tongue.
The envoy of the Shen Court walked slowly to the front of Emperor Zhaowu, held the beeswax over his brow with both hands and presented it, "I deserve to die! I was careless for a moment and didn't realize that the two imperial doctors Chang and Zhang secretly mixed Datura seeds into the imperial camphor calming incense, causing your majesty's body to be unwell. The two of them hid the antidote under the tongue, which was obviously premeditated."
Emperor Zhaowu was in a trance for a moment. So all the beautiful dreams were caused by the mandala seeds?
He was disheartened and suddenly laughed softly, his laughter was extremely dry.
"So that's how it is." He murmured, the madness in his pupils receding like a tide, revealing the desolate clarity underneath, "Those beautiful dreams turned out to be my imagination, the extravagant hope of my life!"
Emperor Zhaowu looked down at the blood on his palm that had not yet dried, and suddenly clenched his palm tightly. The pain of his nails digging into his flesh reminded him of what Shi Anxia had said, "Only when the emperor and the emperor are father and son, can the family be stabilized and their ambitions be curbed."
She added, "But they broke the game with just one move. Your Majesty, there must be people from several great families around you. Go find whoever gave you this bad idea. Otherwise, you are destined to be a puppet in this power struggle."
He is indeed a puppet!
The last bit of light in the young emperor's eyes went out, and he listened numbly to the report of the Shen Yuanshi, "Imperial Physician Chang has been in charge of the incense and medicine storehouse for twenty years, and Imperial Physician Zhang is in charge of the fumigation case..."
Emperor Zhaowu stared blankly at Shen Yuanshi as he neatly ordered the other imperial physicians to collect the camphor residues at the scene one by one, and ordered people to record them.
After everything was done, the envoy of the court turned around and presented the evidence to the commander of the imperial guards in front of Emperor Zhaowu, with the white silk looming in his palm. "Catch him and hand him over to the Dali Temple for strict interrogation!"
The armored men in the hall were all armed and their swords were unsheathed.
The two old doctors were frightened awake and cried out that they were innocent.
"Whether it's unjust or not, we'll know after the Dali Temple tries it." The commander of the imperial guards had a blank expression on his face.
The two old doctors were dragged away.
Outside the palace gate, a thin figure was clinging to the vermilion lacquered door frame and peeking inside.
The morning light stretched his shadow into a long and distorted shape, and it swam into the hall like a snake spitting out its tongue.
Emperor Zhaowu suddenly remembered something and his fingertips twitched suddenly like a spasm.
His Adam's apple rolled up and down. He looked at the silent and head-down Envoy Shen, then at the commander of the imperial guards with his hand on the hilt of the sword. A sticky chill crept up his spine.
The two of them stood so close that they could hear each other's breathing.
"Come here." The emperor waved his hand, signaling the man outside the hall to come closer, and his hoarse voice split the air.
The figure trembled at the sound and was tripped by the threshold and fell to the ground.
This person was none other than Lu Zhong, the adopted son chosen by Eunuch An from the Inner Academy, and now Xiao Lu Zi, who was serving in the imperial court.
He was also the eunuch closest to Emperor Zhaowu, except for Xiao Shuzi.
Xiao Luzi rolled and crawled to the dragon bed, his forehead resting against the cold blue bricks, making a muffled "dong" sound.
He was shaking all over, his voice was broken, and he reported in a sobbing voice, "Your Majesty, the Sixth Temple collapsed, it collapsed! Madam Tang...she was crushed to death inside."
"What!" Emperor Zhaowu was shocked, and felt that all the blood in his body had frozen. "You, say it again!"
A huge fear enveloped him. He hoped that this was just a dream and that nothing would happen when he woke up.
Xiao Luzi trembled and tore his fantasy apart. "The Six Gods Temple collapsed, Tang, Madam Tang is still there, still inside..."
In the dim morning light, a dark figure stood at the end of the palace gate like a mountain.
The man stood against the light, the jade belt hook on his waist reflecting a dazzling cold light. The golden cloud pattern on the black python robe surged in the morning light, and wherever his sharp eyes swept across, the iron armor in the hall retreated like a tide.
"Father...Father..." Emperor Zhaowu's Adam's apple rolled violently. He subconsciously raised his hand to block it, but he saw the emperor's broad palm coming down with the sound of wind.
"Pa!" A slap in the face made the emperor stagger and fall on the dragon couch.
The jade ring on the finger of the retired emperor scratched three bloody marks on his son's face. The bright red blood beads were flowing down the emperor's pale cheeks, condensing into black and red blood lines.
"Rebellious son!" Xiao Yunde's voice was like a blade tempered with ice. He held his son's chin tightly with his fingers. "When I passed the throne to you, how did you swear to heaven and sun?"