Beili Palace, Longlin Hall.

Emperor Bei Li looked at the person lying on the big bed, wishing to strangle him to death with his own hands, his own son would become like this.

Because of the death of a child, his temperament completely changed.

"Your Majesty." Du Zhong withdrew his hand covering Sang Zhi's wrist.

"How about it."

"The Eighth Prince has a strong internal force in his body. It is not easy to survive until now. Now as long as his mood fluctuates, the internal force may break through his internal organs at any time."

"Strong inner strength? How is it better than you?"

Du Zhong shook his head: "The internal strength of the subordinates is less than half of that of the Eighth Prince."

Emperor Bei Li was extremely surprised when he heard this: "Who would send such a powerful internal force to a child?"

"There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that there is a secret technique overseas that will rapidly drain the internal energy of the poisoned person. The subordinates speculate that the person who conveyed the internal energy to the Eighth Prince must have been affected by this secret technique, and grabbed a container for conveying internal energy."

"Container? Is there a way to dissipate the internal force?"

"If forced, the Eighth Prince might not survive today. The subordinates see that the Eighth Prince has extraordinary perseverance and survived the pain of bone erosion. It should be no problem to suppress the internal strength." Du Zhong still has some admiration for Sang Zhi in his heart.

Those who practice martial arts know the pain of the impact of internal force best. He tolerated the impact of internal force for a hundred years at a young age and survived, which is really rare in the world.

Emperor Bei Li frowned, the old eight has such a strong internal force, if he grows up in the future, it will be incredible.

"Your Majesty." Eunuch Li walked in and saluted.

Emperor Bei Li looked over and said, "How is the person?"

"When the eighty army sticks were hit, people stopped moving."

"died?"

"After beating a hundred army sticks, it seems that there is no difference between death. Dean Chen asked someone to carry him back." Li Gonggong said.

"Hmph, it's better to die. It's cheaper if he doesn't die. Let the Ministry of Finance go to seal the General's Mansion tomorrow, and order the Yamen to send people there tomorrow. No matter whether people are dead or alive, they will be expelled from the capital city. Everyone in the General's Mansion will not be taken away." Anything in the mansion." Emperor Beili didn't give them any chance to relax.

"yes."

"Also, go to Dali Temple quickly, have someone take Concubine Yuan Gui to the border immediately, and send some people to follow secretly along the way. Be sure to protect Concubine Yuan Gui's safety."

Three days ago, he was supposed to leave the city, but the city gate was sealed that day, and now, he was afraid of confronting Marquis Ming and Concubine Yuan Gui.

Eunuch Li's eyes moved: "Yes."

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At night, the General’s Mansion is brightly lit.

Xiang Minghou's injury was very serious. Dean Chen gave him the medicine given by Ye Qianning for internal and external use. The effect of stopping the bleeding was very good, but he had a high fever.

"He looks like this, tossing back and forth, a few lives are not enough, let someone find some softer couch and put it on the carriage, it can slow down somewhat." Qiansuke sent people out of the city to intercept him, but they didn't meet him.

I don’t know which way to go!

"Tomorrow, the old man will go out of the city with Xiang Minghou. I still have some medicine left by the little girl in my hand. I can take care of it." Dean Chen poured a pill from the porcelain bottle and put it in Xiang Minghou's mouth. Let him hold it.

Everyone felt even more sad when they heard the words of the little girl.

"Gu Shuo said that the dean has news, but is it true?" Qianfu choked up.

Dean Chen put away the medicine bottle, took out a piece of rice paper from his sleeve and opened it: "Someone sent this letter to this old man this morning."

Qiansuke, Zhan Yi leaned over to watch, wondering in his heart: "What is this?"

"This is the word."

"Word? It doesn't look like it."

"It's Ye Qianning's own original font." Qian Fanji's eyes were bright.