Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

"Don't blame me,"

A weak voice came into his ears.

The old uncle said: "Don't blame me."

Zhu Feng's brow wrung up.

And Nan Yan, who had just been touched by him, opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Zhu Feng standing by the bed, unconsciously saying: "The emperor, you are doing--"

Before finishing speaking, I heard the weak voice of the old uncle's ears.

"Don't blame me..."

She woke up suddenly, got up quickly and walked to Zhu Feng's side. She also looked down at the trembling eyelashes of the old country's uncle, held her breath and pointed her ears and listened for a while, but the old man who finished speaking these words Uncle Guo seemed very tired, so he stopped talking.

Nan Yan panted heavily and turned his head eagerly to look at Zhu Feng: "The emperor, what's the matter?"

Zhu Feng didn't speak, but frowned and stared at the weak and pale face of the old country's uncle. After a while, he said solemnly: "Call He Yi and the others."

"Oh, yes, yes!"

Nan Yan promised to turn around and walked to the door, letting the people who were guarding outside spread the word. After a while, both He Yi and Chen Zixiao arrived.

As soon as He Yi came in, he immediately rushed to the bed and took the hand of the old uncle to check his pulse.

Although the old uncle didn’t wake up, he didn’t seem to be completely in a coma. His brows were furrowed, his eyelashes were constantly trembling with the twitching eyelids, and the cold sweat dripped down, and he could even see that it was. Very painful.

Zhu Feng stood a little farther away from the bed this time, and asked, "How?"

He Yi thought for a while and said softly, "Weichen is offended."

After speaking, someone brought him a pack of needles.

He knows how to heal. Zhu Feng and Nan Yan knew this. But Chen Zixiao changed his face when he saw this scene and grabbed his wrist: "What are you doing?"

He Yi sighed, and said, "If this is not the case, the Taoist leader will continue to suffer and he will walk uneasy."

Hearing him say this, Chen Zixiao couldn't, after all, could only let him go.

He Yi took out the silver needle and came to the fire, and then carefully plunged into the old uncle's head and several places on his chest. After a while, he pulled out the silver needle. And just as he just pulled out the last silver needle on the top of his head, the old country uncle who had not reacted all the time suddenly heard a deep throbbing in his chest, as if he was about to pant, and it was as if the breath in his chest was caught by something. It was blocked, and there was a roar in his throat, and then he opened his eyes suddenly and threw up on the side of the bed.

A puddle of rust-red blood pierced everyone's eyes.

"father!"

Chen Zixiao shouted and hugged him hurriedly.

After the old uncle vomited, he fell back weakly on the bed, Nan Yan also hurried forward, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it over. Chen Zixiao thanked him and took the kerchief to carefully wipe the blood on the corners of his mouth.

"Father, how are you, father?"

He asked so eagerly, but the old uncle couldn't even say a word except panting.

After spitting out the pool of blood, his whole person was like a hollowed out sack, softly slumped on the bed, only a pair of eyes were red with blood. After looking at the person in front of him for a while, he seemed to be barely recognizing it, and said Without a word, he also nodded slightly.

After taking a sigh of relief, as if he had a little strength, he said weakly to Chen Zixiao: "You--"

Chen Zixiao said immediately: "What does father have to explain?"

The old uncle looked at him with red eyes for a long time, like a thousand words, but in the end he only spoke a few soft words: "You, you guys are fine."

What he said was obviously an account of the three brothers.

Chen Zixiao's eyes were also red, he sniffed, and the urn said, "Father can rest assured."

The old uncle smiled and said: "I, never worry about you."

For some reason, it was just a few faint words, but there was a deep parting bitterness. Nan Yan just heard it beside her. Although full of thoughts, she couldn't help but flushed her eyes, and subconsciously turned her face to one side. He saw that Heyi had collected the silver needle and took a silent step back.

She asked softly: "How is the situation of the old uncle? What medicine do I need?"

He Yi glanced at her and then at Zhu Feng.

After hesitating for a while, he whispered in a low and almost inaudible voice: "This is the way the leader is like this."

It means that I am already powerless.

Upon hearing this, Nan Yan whispered, and covered her mouth with her hand.

Zhu Feng's eyes were also red.

But he didn't immediately go forward to ask anything, so he just stood not far away, watching the father and son say goodbye, but it was the old uncle. After saying that, he looked over Chen Zixiao's shoulder. Zhu Feng.

He smiled at Zhu Feng, as if he wanted to say something, but at this time, the roar of his chest had exceeded his breath, as if he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Only the hand limp on his side, tremblingly raised a finger, and pointed at Zhu Feng.

Chen Zixiao wiped his face and immediately got up and stepped aside.

He choked and said, "My lord, father has something to tell you."

Zhu Feng walked over slowly.

Under the candlelight, I could see that the old man was much older at this moment. When he came before, he looked vigorous. Even if it was an old pine, it was a weather-beaten old pine. After the rain, the life of this old pine tree seemed to have been washed away by the rain, leaving only an old and tired empty shell, lying on the bed so helplessly.

Zhu Feng leaned down, his voice also looked particularly hoarse, and whispered, "What is your uncle going to say to me?"

"..."

The old man seemed to have nothing to say, and it seemed that he had no strength to speak.

Just widened his eyes and looked at him blankly.

Zhu Feng thought for a while, and said: "If there is any explanation, I also understand. The three of them are all capable ministers and generals of the court. I can use them, but they are not for nothing.

The old uncle let out a sigh, as if laughing.

The look in his eyes was even more divergent.

Chen Zixiao on the side was already in tears, covering his face with both hands, and making a whining sound.

Zhu Feng continued: "Except for the three of them, my uncle is alone. If I have to explain anything else, my uncle's father can tell me. I don't know anything else."

The old uncle took two deep breaths, but he asked, "White Tiger City."

Zhu Feng frowned slightly.

But he still said: "It's gone."

"..."

"Kuo Kuo suffered this blow, and it was even more difficult to contend with the country of Yan. There are some things that I have already thought of.

There was a sunset-like smile on the old uncle's face.

He nodded lightly, as if letting go of a worry, and then, his tired expression was dyed like a cloud, and his heavy eyelids slowly dropped.

Just when Zhu Feng frowned and thought he was leaving like this, he suddenly opened his eyes again and said to Zhu Feng: "Don't blame us..."