"Yes, thank you for your grace," Ling Shian said, clasping his fists at the same time. "I'd like to inform you that your excellency Youxiang has got the news. Now he's summoning his officials and a group of guests to prepare for your Majesty's accession to the throne. Now he's only waiting for the edict of abdication and the edict of conferring his majesty."

"I see," said Zhong Mingzheng, slowly rising from his chair and walking towards the bedroom hall. He walked to the door of the bedroom hall and looked at Zhao Ruhai. Zhong Mingzheng scoffed his lips. "Mr. Zhao, you just said that my father took the tranquilizer. I'm so surprised. Now I've been waiting here for half an hour. What's the matter? Is the father still awake? If you still can't wake up, even if it's a bad event, it's time to inform the hospital. "

Zhao Ruhai fell to his knees with a "puff" and said: "my Lord, I can't stand it..."

"Ruhai, let the rebel come in! Cough! " Suddenly, there was Zhong Zhiheng's fury. It was just the sound of coughing, which inevitably reduced the emperor's fury.

"Your Highness, please." Zhao Ruhai got up and had to lift the curtain for Zhong Mingzheng.

"Hum!" Zhong Mingzheng glances sideways at Zhao Ruhai, then strides into the dormitory.

"Good day to my father, my son! I wish you all the best! " Walking to bed, Zhong Mingzheng kneels and kowtows.

"You also know that you are a child minister!" Zhong Zhiheng's dim yellow eyes stare at Zhong Mingzheng, who kneels in front of the bed, and points to him with trembling fingers, "what have you done? Is this the way to be a son? A gift for a minister?! Ah?! Cough! "

"My son is just trying to emulate his father. How could he be so angry? Ha ha, "Zhong Mingzheng looks up, slowly and methodically, and at the same time, he looks at Zhong Zhiheng's stiff, waxy face in his spare time. When he speaks again, he sneers at him." what? Father is now thinking of what he did? Is it regret? Scared? Or do you think you've got the newspaper today? "

"You You rebel! Don't talk nonsense! " Zhong Zhiheng gasped, reaching out to hit Zhong Mingzheng's face, but his wrist was firmly grasped by Zhong Mingzheng. He didn't shake it off for several times. Later, Zhong Mingzheng suddenly let go of his hand, and Zhong Zhiheng fell on the bed like mud.

"What? Did the father do the same to the first emperor? " Zhong Mingzheng said in a cold voice, he stood up from the ground and casually pulled a stool to sit in front of the bed. He looked at Zhong Zhiheng with cold eyes and his half body panting rapidly. His eyes were full of undisguised disgust and disgust. "Father, you think you are well behaved and seamless, but there is no airtight wall in the world? Even if the empress dowager, in order to protect the glory of the Xu clan, helped you, the king killing and rebellious son, and decided to hide the truth for you, did you really think that you would have peace of mind? Does no one know your brutality? " Speaking of this, Zhong Mingzheng suddenly leaned forward to Zhong Zhiheng's earthy face and said, "father, how did you kill the king and seize the throne in this palace? How did he force the first emperor to write down the imperial edict of passing on the throne? How to feed the poison of Xianhuang by hand? Today, my son is going to repeat the same thing. It's said that the upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked. Father, please don't call him son again. He just inherited your mantle! "

"You You Nonsense! " Zhong Zhiheng gasped hard. His breath was very thick. His mouth was very big. It seemed like a dying fish still struggling to survive. "You You rebellious son! Get out of here! Get out of here! "