At this moment, Zhang Wenliang hugged Yuwen Yun and ran as if he was flying. The three imperial ministers came out of the house to greet him, but they were picking up Yuwen Yun, but they didn't know what to say to him. Yuwen Yun didn't know what happened, but he felt that he ran all the way first. At this time, he saw that everyone's expressions were different from usual. He couldn't help but be scared and cried out with a "wow".

Zhang Wenliang hurriedly covered his mouth and coaxed him and said, "Don't cry, don't cry! Let's go back after playing here for a while." "Please carry Yuwen Yun away first!"

Yang Zhong instructed Zhang Wenliang, "Don't go far! Yuwen Yong might want to find Yuwen Yun at any time!" Zhang Wenliang agreed to carry Yuwen Yun to the back of the palace to play. When it was almost dark, there was no movement. At that time, the news had been spread all over the place, and the eight pillars of the country, the civil and military officials were all surprised and anxious.

I hope to know the details of Yuwen Yong's posthumous death, but Yang Zhong had ordered the blockade of the news, and even in the court room outside Yunhe Hall, the princes who were waiting to pay their respects, including the "Fifth Grand Master", Prince Dun, and Prince Rui Renshou, etc., could not get a single word of news, which made them worry.

I was also angry and felt that Yang Zhong's control was too much and terrible! The only exception was Queen Ashina, and Yang Zhong kept reporting to Gala. After taking "Tongmai Si Ni Tang", Yuwen Yong had already returned to Su, but there was no big difference between awakening and coma.

Yuwen Yong's vein was weak and weak, and he was dying. He was not only unable to speak, but also unable to obey. His mind was dissipated and he was just breathing. Tao Hongjing warned that Yuwen Yong needed absolute quietness at this time and should not cause sorrow and anger, so all relatives were not suitable for seeing him.

The imperial doctor must not ignore the words, but Yang Zhong must not beware of Yuwen Yong's revenge at any time. If he just keeps his eyes open and says nothing, it will be a big deal.

But as long as Yuwen Yong can say one sentence, this sentence must be beneficial to himself. It is just a matter of oral transmission of the last deeds, and it must be seen and heard by both. Therefore, he must keep King Chun and Yuwen Xian to be a witness.

Yuwen Xian didn't have so much thoughts, but King Chun's idea was somewhat the same as Yang Zhong. He knew that this moment had a great relationship and had to pay close attention to what Yuwen Yong had to say to stay? Therefore, the three of them stood in front of the imperial bed and did not dare to leave at all, forgetting everyone waiting for the news outside.

Finally, Yuwen Xian remembered, "Sixth Brother!" He quietly pulled Yang Zhong's sleeve: "Yuwen Yun should go to bed at this time, so let Zhang Wenliang send him back first!" "By the way!" Yang Zhong immediately asked someone to inform: "Send Yuwen Yun back to Queen Ashina's harem."

Yuwen Yun had already fallen asleep. Zhang Wenliang carried him to Queen Ashina's harem. It was already dark, and the princes in the room outside Yunhe Palace, as well as the military officials who were on standby in the military hut, saw that there was no news at this time and that Yuwen Yong was dead, he became more and more afraid to leave.

Finally, Yuwen Yong was able to turn his eyes and speak, "I can't do it anymore!" His voice was extremely low, and he turned to Yang Zhong and said, "You find someone! Yuwen Yun, Zong Ling, military aircraft, and kings!"

"Yes!" Yang Zhong knelt and replied, "Yuwen Yong must be content and ask the imperial doctor to ask for the pulse first." As he said that, he made a gesture outside. Tao Hongjing, Li Deli and Yang Chun, who were standing at the door, hurried forward and knelt down. Tao Hongjing took the pulse and kowtowed and said, "The six pulses are peaceful, Yuwen Yong is very happy!" "What should I enter?"

Yang Zhong asked. "As long as Yuwen Yong likes it, he can get in anything." "I'm a little hungry." Yuwen Yong's spirit seemed much more refreshing again, "Is there any duck porridge?"

"I have prepared for Master Long Live!" Chen Shengwen, the leader of the Jingshifang, knelt down and said, "There are also the rock sugar bird's nest porridge that Queen Asana has entered, and the milk roll that Princess Yang Lihua has entered??"

"Are you too tired of milk rolls?" Yang Zhong asked Tao Hongjing. "It's okay! It's okay! As long as Yuwen Yong likes it." "Then let's pass on the meal!" Yang Zhong ordered.

When the table was set up, the abbot was still in front of the food. Yang Zhong took the eunuch and helped Yuwen Yong up. But when he looked at the table, he shook his head and wanted to eat nothing.

The former minister and the imperial physician tried hard to persuade each other, and they barely drank a few sips of bird's nest porridge. However, the sweet soup made of rose, hawthorn and honey seemed to be able to cure the bitterness and thirst in Yuwen Yong's mouth, and drank a lot. Just sat together, but Yuwen Yong was tired again. When he fell asleep, his eyes closed and his mouth was opened and he only gasped.

At this time, the people who were to be summoned were all here except Yuwen Yun who was said to be awakened from his sleep and was very unhappy. He was crying and making a fuss. He was trying to comfort him, but the rest had already arrived.

But judging from the situation at this time, Yuwen Yong was not in the mood to deal with it, so Yang Zhong asked King Chun to explain the situation to everyone, and on the other hand, he found Tao Hongjing to a secluded place to discuss it secretly.

"Look, how long can Yuwen Yong last?" Yang Zhong said frankly, "To be honest, there is no need to be afraid of taboos." "I can protect myself tonight, it must be okay." "But how did this happen?"

Yang Zhong was worried, "Everything big things must be waited for the emperor's orders. At least people must have the spirit of saying a few words!" "This??," Tao Hongjing said slowly, "Maybe there is a way."

"It's fine if you have a solution. You can find a way!" So Tao Hongjing prescribed another prescription, and went to the imperial pharmacy to check the medicine himself, put it in the medicine jar, and boiled a small bowl thickly, and Yang Zhong personally brought it to the imperial bed for Yuwen Yong to take it.

Sure enough, this medicine was very effective. Yuwen Yong, who was lying in a stiff and sluggish eyes, showed a gleam in his eyes, signaled his left and right, helped him up, sat on the bed, and ordered Yang Zhongxuan to summon the prince and the eight pillars to come to see him.

Headed by Prince Hui Yuwen Yu, they quietly entered the East Warehouse, arranged shifts, kowtowed to pay tribute, but the only Prince Hui who was ordered to avoid kneeling down, said in an expressionless voice: "Yuwen Yong, please rest with peace of mind!"

"Uncle Fifth!" Yuwen Yong said with great difficulty, "I'm afraid it's been these two days." Before the sentence was finished, the people kneeling on the ground were already crying. Two crystal tears fell on Yuwen Yong's tired face. The sound of silence was rising and falling one after another. Yang Zhong shouted sternly: "When is this, and it still makes the emperor sad?"

The sound of silence slowly stopped. Yang Zhong then walked forward and kowtowed and said, "Please make a big plan early to calm people's hearts. Once people's hearts are at peace, the holy thoughts will be relaxed. If you take care of yourself slowly, you will definitely recover."

Yuwen Yong nodded and said one by one: "The grand plan of the clan and society has been decided long ago. Although this dynasty has no system to establish a crown prince, the situation is different now. Yuwen Yun can be appointed as the crown prince first."

This is an inevitable trend. Prince Hui recited it again on behalf of all those who have accepted the order and expressed his edict: "Yes! Yuwen Yun is the crown prince." "Yuwen Yun is still young, so you must help him with all your heart.

Now, I will specially appoint a few more people to be responsible for the Assistant." At the most critical moment, all the princes and the Eight Pillars were concentrating and listening with their hearts, afraid that they would mislead a word. "Yuwen Zhao, Yuwen Xian." Yuwen Yong stopped here and did not make a sound again for a long time.

Everyone was guessing that the next name Yuwen Yong pronounced was probably Yuwen Zhi! Even Yang Zhong thought that Yuwen Yong's hesitation might be a temporary change of mind and was considering Yuwen Zhi's name.

However, they all guessed wrongly, and Yuwen Yong continued to announce the list, saying: "Yuwen Xian, Yang Zhong, Yuwen Chun, Yuwen Sheng, Yuwen Da, Yuwen Tong." This made Yang Zhong's party feel bad.

But it is naturally inconvenient to look at Yuwen Xian and Yang Zhong, kowtowed, and stammered: "I am entrusting my kindness, but I am afraid that I will not be able to bear the heavy responsibility."

Only by doing everything we can and help, if there is a different intention, heaven and earth will be destroyed, please rest assured. "Although these words are not very appropriate, they can always be explained. Yuwen Yong nodded and asked again: "Where is Yuwen Yun?"

Yuwen Yong was carried by Zhang Wenliang for a while and summoned him to the ground. Zhang Wenliang put him down and said half-coaxed and half-threateningly: "Yuwen Yong called, go be bye!

Remember, you should learn from adults and understand the rules. Whatever Yuwen Yong says, do not cry. Once you cry, Zhang Wenliang is in trouble and may be locked up. You will not be able to play with Yuwen Yun tomorrow."

Yuwen Yun, wearing a robe and jacket, responded to Zhang Wenliang's words, but when he lifted the curtain, he saw people kneeling all over the room, which scared him to the point of being stunned. He turned around and ran away, but Zhang Wenliang happened to be blocked behind him.

"My master, little ancestor!" Zhang Wenliang was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, "Get in! Don't be afraid!" Fortunately, Yuwen Xian appeared in time, and the sixth prince was familiar with him. Yuwen Yun was a little braver and asked him to hold hands until he was in front of the imperial bed. He knelt down and shouted: "Uncle Emperor!"

Seeing that his nephew Yuwen Yun was only six years old, he had to bear a broken country. Yuwen Yong was filled with emotion and felt sorry for his ancestors and his descendants. Only then did he realize how harsh and ruthless the life and death were!

It is difficult to let go of everything, and I have to let go. The world is sad, and there is nothing more than this. I felt so anxious that I felt a sudden pain, and I was sweating profusely again and gasping for a long time. Yuwen Yun was panicked, "Uncle, Uncle!"

He shouted and threw himself on the imperial couch to hold Yuwen Yong's hand. This was a great comfort to Yuwen Yong. The small, warm hand seemed to have a wonderful force injected into his body. His breathing stopped and his heart was calm. He no longer feared in tranquility and was helpless. He smiled and stretched out his thin hand, touched Yuwen Yong's face, looked at Yuwen Zhao and said, "I'll hand him to you!"

"Yes!" Yuwen Zhao replied solemnly: "Yuwen Yun is born with pure filial piety and must be the master of the life world." "Teach well. Yang Zhen is not enough." Yuwen Yong said this, lowered his head and said to Yuwen Yun: "You also recognize the eight ministers I have entrusted to. Bow them!"
Chapter completed!