The Imperial Concubine Just Wants To Be a Salted Fish Every Day

Yi Zhou's lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, no sound came out.

At this time, his emotions towards the privy envoy were very complicated.

Emotions told him that the privy envoy would not harm him, because it was unnecessary.

But reason told him that he was poisoned after drinking a cup of tea, and the person who poisoned it was probably the privy envoy!

Coupled with the pain caused by the poisonous hair, his mind was a little chaotic, and he couldn't make up his mind for a moment, not knowing whether he should continue to trust the Privy Envoy.

Yimei was in a hurry, her tone involuntarily raised her voice.

"It's this time, what are you still hesitating about?

Did you know that I was almost killed by someone, maybe the person who killed me was the one who poisoned you.

If I can't find him now, he will probably continue to harm me in the future.

Do you want to see me hurt again? "

Her words were like a needle, pierced into Yizhou's heart, and he couldn't help but say, "No, I don't want to."

Yimei was dying of anxiety: "Then just say it!"

Yi Zhou's lips trembled slightly.

After a painful struggle, he finally spit out a word with difficulty.

"Yes... it's the privy envoy..."

The answer was far beyond Yimei's expectations.

Although she felt that Guan Ying's handling of certain matters was annoying, he had always been conscientious and dutiful, and he was a very reliable elder.

She never doubted him.

Even when she was chased to the point of despair by a group of assassins, she never thought about Guan Ying.

But now, Yi Zhou's words were like a basin of cold water, poured into her heart, making her whole body feel like falling into an ice cave, and her whole body was cold.

She asked in a trembling voice with the last bit of luck.

"How could it be him? Are you sure it's him? There's no misunderstanding here, right?"

In fact, Yi Zhou didn't want to believe that the poisoner would be his most respected privy envoy.

His body is too weak, and his speech is intermittent.

"Before I went out, the Privy Councilor... gave me a cup of tea.

After that I...I didn't eat anything.

I... I'm not sure if it's his poison, but in the last two hours, I've only had that cup of tea.

That cup of tea... he poured it himself. "

When he said the last sentence, he had a painful look on his face.

I don't know if it's the pain caused by the poisonous hair, or the pain caused by the betrayal of the trusted person.

Or both.

Yimei couldn't believe it: "Why did he do this? Didn't he have to take you on a mission to Dasheng? He seems to value you very much. He has no reason to kill you!"

Luo Qinghan, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly spoke.

"Perhaps Guan Ying had already made plans to get rid of Yi Zhou in Dasheng, so he proposed to take Yizhou as an ambassador to Dasheng.

All this is a chess game he has planned for a long time, and both of you are pawns in his hands. "

Both Yimei and Yizhou were stunned.

If the truth is as Emperor Dasheng said, then the city government that wins is too scary!

Yimei hurriedly asked, "But why? Why did he do this? What good would it do for him to kill us?"

Luo Qinghan: "That's what he has to ask himself."

He had someone call Zhao Xian over.

"Take someone to Honglu Temple and arrest Guan Ying."

"Here!"

Zhao Xian was ordered to leave.

There was a brief silence in the house.

Yi Zhou's body suddenly spasmed, his throat made a painful sound, and he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood again.

Yimei screamed in panic: "The imperial physician! The imperial physician, please save him!"

Fang Wujiu gave him a few more injections, but this time the effect was far worse than the previous one. His life had come to an end, his breathing became lighter and lighter, and even his eyes became dazed, like It is possible to leave this world at any time.

Yimei looked at him like this, nervous and scared, and couldn't help crying.

"If I knew you would have an accident, I would stop you from coming to Dasheng when I said anything."

If they hadn't left Qiandao Country at the beginning, they should still be living well in the palace of Qiandao Country at the moment, and they wouldn't have experienced such a painful separation at all.

Yi Zhou's lips trembled violently, as if he was saying something, but because the voice was too low, others couldn't hear him at all.

Yimei quickly leaned down and put her ears close.

She heard Yi Zhou speak in a very soft voice.

"I...I don't regret coming here."

If he didn't have Qiandao Country, maybe he would have to live in the darkness where he couldn't see the sun all his life, no one would look down on him, no one would care about his feelings, and no one would hold his hand tightly like he is now. Hand, leaving sad tears for him.

So he doesn't regret it.

He even felt that being able to die in the company of his relatives was a very fulfilling thing.

At least he is no longer alone from now on.

Yi Zhou pulled his bloodless lips and pulled out a smile with difficulty.

This smile is actually ugly, but it has an indescribable purity and serenity.

Until he was completely breathless, his heart stopped beating, and his body gradually became cold, he still maintained this smile on his face.

Yimei knelt on the ground beside the bed and stared at him blankly, her hands still holding his hands tightly.

It wasn't until Fang Wujiu reminded her that it was time to let go, and she suddenly realized what happened.

Yi Zhou is dead.

The younger brother who made her feel disgusting and an eyesore was dead.

It stands to reason that she shouldn't be so sad.

After all, she didn't have much interaction with him at all, and she used to feel disgusted even looking at him more than once.

But why? Now she will feel stuffy in her heart, as if there is something blocking her heart, it can't go up and down, it's extremely uncomfortable.

Fang Wujiu: "His Royal Highness Third Princess, the little prince is dead, please mourn and change."

Yimei murmured: "What condolences? I don't like him. I even hope that I don't have a younger brother like him at all. How could I be sad because of his death? I don't need to mourn, I don't need to."

Fang Wujiu: "Then why are you crying?"

Yimei raised her hand and wiped her wet cheeks, only to realize that she had burst into tears without knowing when.

Fang Wujiu handed him a silk handkerchief in a graceful manner.

The plain white silk handkerchief without any embroidery patterns on it exudes a faint herbal scent.

Yimei turned her face away, wiped her cheek with her sleeve, and choked.

"I didn't cry, I just got sand in my eyes."

Fang Wujiu saw this and did not force it any more.

He put the silk handkerchief back in his sleeve and turned to look at the emperor.

"Your Majesty, don't reveal the death of the little prince for the time being."

Luo Qinghan understood what he meant.

Even though Yizhou is not highly valued by the emperor of Qiandao Kingdom, he is the young prince of Qiandao Kingdom after all, and he has the blood of the emperor of Qiandao Kingdom. There will inevitably be irreconcilable contradictions.