Chapter 992

Yi Zhou's lips opened slightly, as if to say something, but in the end, there was no sound.

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

Emotion told him that the secret envoy would not harm himself, because it was unnecessary.

But reason told him that he poisoned his hair after drinking a cup of tea. The person who poisoned him is probably the Privy envoy!

Coupled with the pain brought by the poisonous hair, his mind was a little confused. He couldn't make up his mind for a moment. He didn't know whether he should continue to trust the Privy envoy.

Yimei was so anxious that she couldn't help raising her voice.

"What are you hesitating about now?

Do you know that I was almost killed by someone? Maybe the person who hurt me was the one who poisoned you.

If I can't find him now, he may continue to hurt me in the future.

Do you want to see me hurt again? "

Her words, like a needle, pierced into the heart of Yizhou and made him make a voice: "no, I don't want to."

Yimei was dying of anxiety: "then say it!"

Yi Zhou's lips trembled slightly.

After a painful struggle, he finally managed to spit out a word.

"Yes... It's the Privy envoy..."

The answer was far beyond Amy's expectations.

Although she thinks Guan Ying's handling of some things is annoying, he has always been very conscientious and is a very reliable elder.

She never doubted him.

Even when she was chased to despair by a group of assassins, she didn't think about Guan Ying.

But now, Yi Zhou's words are like a basin of cold water, pouring on her heart, making her whole person like falling into an ice cave and cold all over.

She asked in a trembling voice with the last chance.

"How could it be him? Are you sure it's him? There won't be any misunderstanding here?"

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

His body is so weak that he speaks intermittently.

"Before I went out, the Privy minister... Gave me a cup of tea.

Then i... I didn't eat anything.

I... I'm not sure if he poisoned it, but I've only drunk that cup of tea in the last two hours.

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

When he said the last sentence, his face showed pain.

I don't know whether it is the pain caused by poison hair or the pain caused by the betrayal of trusted people.

Or both.

Yi Mei couldn't believe it: "why did he do this? Didn't he have to take you to Dasheng? He seems to value you very much. He has no reason to poison you!"

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

"Maybe Guan Ying had already planned to get rid of Yi Zhou in Dasheng, so he proposed to take Yi Zhou to Dasheng at the beginning.

All these are chess games he has planned for a long time, and you two are chess pieces in his hands. "

Yimei and Yizhou were stunned.

If the facts are as the emperor said, then the city government of Guanying is too terrible!

Amy asked anxiously, "but why? Why did he do this? What good would it do him to kill us?"

Luo QingHan: "I have to ask him."

He asked someone to call Zhao Xian over.

"Take someone to Honglu temple and catch Guan Ying."

"Here!"

Zhao Xian was ordered to leave.

There was a brief silence in the room.

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

Yimei panicked and shouted, "too doctor! Too doctor, help him!"

Fang Wujiu gave him a few more needles, but the effect this time was far better than that before. His life had come to an end, his breathing became lighter and lighter, and his eyes became trance, as if he could leave the world at any time.

Amy looked at him, nervous and afraid, and couldn't help crying.

"I knew something would happen to you. I wanted to stop you from coming to Dasheng."

If they hadn't left the thousand island country at the beginning, they should still live well in the palace of the thousand island country at the moment. They wouldn't have experienced such painful life and death at all.

Yi Zhou's lips trembled violently and seemed to be saying something, but because the voice was too small, others couldn't hear clearly.

Amy quickly bent down and put her ears close to her.

She heard Yi Zhou say in a very light voice.

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

If he didn't have the thousand island country, maybe he would have to live in the dark without seeing the sun all his life. No one would look up to him, no one would care about his feelings, and no one would hold his hand tightly and leave sad tears for him like now.

So he doesn't regret it.

He even felt that it was a perfect thing to die in the company of his relatives.

At least he will never be alone again.

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

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

Until he completely lost his breath, his heart stopped beating, his body gradually became cold, and his face still maintained this smile.

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

Until Fang Wujiu reminded her that it was time to let go, she suddenly reflected what had happened.

Yi Zhou is dead.

The brother who made her feel very annoying and eye-catching died.

She shouldn't have been so sad.

After all, there was not much intersection between her and him at all. She used to dislike even looking at him more.

But why? She will feel stuffy now. It seems that something is blocking her heart. It's very uncomfortable.

Fang no wine: "three Princess highness, little prince is dead, please be sad."

Yimei murmured, "what's the sorrow? I don't like him. I even hope I don't have a brother like him at all. How can I be sad because of his death? I don't need sorrow, I don't need it."

Fang Wujiu: "then why are you crying?"

Amy raised her hand and wiped her wet cheeks. She found that she didn't know when she had burst into tears.

Fang Wujiu gracefully handed over a silk handkerchief.

It is a plain white silk handkerchief without any embroidery patterns, emitting a faint smell of herbs.

Amy looked away, wiped her cheek with her sleeve and choked.

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

Fang Wujiu didn't demand any more.

He took the silk handkerchief back into 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 Yi Zhou is not valued by the emperor of Qiandao state, he is the little prince of Qiandao state after all. He has the blood of the emperor of Qiandao state. If the people of Qiandao state know that Yi Zhou died in Dasheng palace, there will be irreconcilable contradictions between the two countries.