After Fang La returned to the palace, he was bedridden. Wang Yin called the imperial physician Huangfu Duan to treat him.

Huangfu Duan looked at it and sighed, shook his head and waved his hand.

"I am so innocent and knowledgeable. After being poisoned, Your Majesty should have exercised vigorously, so the poison flows into the heart through the blood. I cannot cure it. I can only delay your majesty's condition." Huangfu Duan said.

Fang Meng, who stood beside him, could not help but reveal a little strange color in his eyes when he heard this.

No one noticed this strange thing except Fang La lying on the hospital bed.

"Everyone except Shangshu Wang and Imperial Doctor Huangfu will go back." Fang La said with his eyes closed.

In fact, a large number of people have been screened for those who can stay here.

The rest of the people are basically the confidants of this newly established dynasty.

Wait until the others retreat.

Fang La opened his eyes and looked at Huangfu Rui: "Doctor Huangfu, how long can I live if it delays?"

"If Your Majesty rests with peace of mind and does not work hard, it should be no problem for three or four years." Huangfu Duan's estimated number in his heart was actually six years, but he didn't dare to speak all the time. He was already familiar with this kind of speech routine.

For example, if he says at least two years, then His Majesty will live two more years, it will be his credit.

For example, he happened to say it was full, but if something happened a year or two in advance, that was his reason.

"It's still so long, much longer than I expected." Fang La said with a smile, "Then Imperial Doctor."

"I will tell you some things that Your Majesty needs to pay attention to. From today on, you cannot be emotionally excited or tired. Take medicinal food three times a day at the same time, and try not to continue practicing martial arts." Huangfu reminded.

"It's so troublesome." Fang La smiled and shook her head, "It's better to leave early."

"Lord." Wang Yin's face changed slightly.

"Okay, okay, I'll just talk." Fang La said kindly.

Huangfu Duan bowed and retreated, "Then I will go down and prepare medicinal food for Your Majesty."

After Huangfu Duan retreated, Fang La waved.

Wang Yin bowed his body and pressed his ear against Fang La's mouth.

"You find Zhou Tong after you go down and ask him to kill Fang Meng."

Wang Yin's pupils suddenly opened wide, and he even trembled all over because of the news.

He slowly lowered his head, facing Fang La's eyes, full of bloodshot eyes, and there was a vague mist in his eyes.

Wang Yin was shocked.

"Did you hear it?" Fang La said gritting his teeth.

"Abide by the order." Wang Yin was silent for a moment and said firmly.

"Tianding commands troops is quite capable, but it is not enough to govern the country. Only those who can maintain success can rely on Mu'er if they want to grow up."

Fang La Youyou said. "Fortunately, Tianding's enthusiasm for power is not very strong, otherwise I would be afraid of the day when father and son will fight each other."

Wang Yin listened silently.

"But since ancient times, there has been no saying that the prince is not passed on to the emperor and the grandson." Wang Yin said with great concern.

"I said yes, then there is." Fang La said lightly, "Anyway, I haven't had a few years to live. Now I just pave all the way for my grandson. Whoever dares to stop me will kill anyone!"

If Fang La had been before, he might have other ideas.

But after learning that his life span was only a few years, he put all his hopes on Fang Mu, and he did not want Da Yong to die in the second lifetime.

Because he saw a special temperament from Fang Mu, since ancient times, all the wise and heroic lords have gathered a large number of heroes around them. Not only that, they can also select pearls from the gravel.

"But Xiaomu has another shortcoming, and he likes to charge as much as I do." Fang La smiled and said, "I have the style of my youth."

"It's just your Majesty, if you work too hard, maybe you will have less time left. Don't you want to see Muxian Duke ascend the throne?" Wang Yinyou said.

Fang La was silent for a while, then turned to look into the distance, and said, "Summon the eldest prince Fang Tiandai back to the palace."

"Ah?" Wang Yin didn't know why Fang La suddenly summoned the eldest prince back to the palace, but he had decided to make a decision on Muxian Duke.

Fang La did not explain anymore, but just asked Wang Yin to retreat.

After Wang Yin left, he went directly to find Zhou Tong.

However, Wang Yin was worried and Fang La was lying in bed because he was sick. No one noticed that there was a person squatting outside the window on the side of the bedroom.

Fang Meng listened to Fang La's words to Wang Yin with expressionless expression, except for the first instruction, and his jealousy in his heart filled his heart like a weed. Why should the throne be passed on to Fang Mu? How could he be the emperor as a teenage baby? At least he has been with you for hundreds of years.

After Wang Yin walked away, Fang Mao pushed open the door of the bedroom and walked into the palace, turned around and closed the door.

Fang La, who was lying on the dragon bed, heard the sound of the door opening and closing, and a slight ripples appeared in his eyes. He opened his eyes and said lightly: "I didn't expect that you still like sticking to the corner of the wall and eavesdropping on the adults' speeches as you did after a child."

"You like to fight for things you shouldn't have to take, you like to grab things you are not yours. This is what you have been like since you were a child." Fang La said.

"I didn't expect you to see me like this." Fang Mao said angrily.

"You said I like to fight and rob, but you know why I fight and why I rob!" Fang Mao suddenly cursed, "When we were wandering outside when we were young, I didn't fight and I would have starved to death if I didn't fight and I didn't fight and rob, we would have starved to death!"

Fang Mao asked back, "After so many years, have you ever regarded me as your brother?"

Fang La did not reply to this question, but just said: "Then can you guarantee that you didn't think about my position?"

"Of course I thought about it." Fang Mao's voice gradually slowed down. "We are the best brothers. You are sick, and then what's wrong with the emperor's position? I will give it to your descendants if I have enough."

As he said that, Fang Meng slowly walked to the dragon bed, looking at Fang La who was lying on the dragon bed, and couldn't help but feel disappointed: "How can you care about this country like this? You are writing an edict to pass the throne to me, and I will pass it to them in a few years."

Fang La's eyes were calm. He had long expected Fang Mao's nature, so he was not surprised that Fang Mao said this.

"Brother, would you please let me be the emperor? You said when you were a child that you had something good to share with me."

Fang Mao suddenly knelt beside Fang La's bed and begged.

Even Fang La's nature was shocked.

He turned his head incredibly to look at the face of his kneeling on the ground. An old man with gray hair could do such a thing.

Fang La did not refuse directly, and he said, "Since that's the case, please let someone come and get the edict."

Fang Mao was overjoyed and was about to get someone to receive the edict. He stood up and turned around and walked two steps, he suddenly woke up.

Only then did he realize what he had done just now.

His hands kept trembling, and Fangying was cold all over.

Just now, he made these actions because of his unbalanced mentality and his eyes were blinded by power, but at this moment he suddenly realized that even if he took the position, he could not hold on to it, unless Fang Mu and Fang Tianding could hand over all the military power.

Otherwise, even if I become an emperor, I would be a short-lived emperor who only acts as a few days.

No, you can't do this

Fang Mao wanted to slap himself twice, why was he blinded by lard?

Suddenly he turned around and stared at Fang La lying on the bed. Fang La lying on the dragon bed turned over and turned his back to him.

As long as he dies and says nothing, others will not know that it is done by himself.

Devilish thoughts emerge from the bottom of my heart.

But when Fang Meng wanted to kill, he was also extremely entangled.

"Emperor Brother." Fang Mao clenched his fists and walked slowly towards Fang La. There was no strangeness on his face, only the flashing light exposed his emotions.

"What's wrong, brother?" Fang La slowly turned around, his tone calm.

But just as he turned over halfway, Fang La, who had been lying on the hospital bed, suddenly became sick and suddenly burst out, and a silver light appeared under the quilt. The next moment, the bedding was stabbed in Fang Meng's heart with a sword.

The sword was very hard and stabbed very deeply.

Because of using internal force, Fang La was also backfired, and an abnormal blush appeared on her face.

Fang Mao didn't know why, but he endured the sword that could instinctively dodge. The moment the sword hit his chest, he had a desire to relax.

In fact, he still has the strength now, but he has not resisted.

Fang Meng took two steps back and staggered and sat on the ground, his sword inserted into his chest, and a lot of blood flowed out.

He looked down at the sword inserted into his chest, Fang Mao smiled bitterly at the sky.

"Brother, this matter has nothing to do with my family, don't involve them." Fang Mao said.

"I know." Fang La sat up from the dragon bed, looking at Fang Ying calmly.

Fang Mao was silent. Fang La only said that he knew, but he didn't say that he would let him go.

"Please don't let my incense be cut off, I don't want to lose my future." Fang Mao begs.

"I will keep one." Fang La said.

Fang Mao felt relieved. "Then I feel relieved."

"Brother, I'm actually thinking how great it would be if you didn't become the emperor." Fang Mao said.

"There is no if in this world, just like you just walked in and said this." Fang La said.

"Brother, you are crueler than me, and you are indeed more suitable to be an emperor than me."

Fang La and Fang Mao sat on the dragon bed and on the ground.

The two of them chatted in the hall, talking about the past and the past.

Before he knew it, Fang Meng's voice became less and less, as if he was sleepy. His head was hanging down while sitting on the ground, and a large pool of blood was gathered on the floor in front of him.

Fang La, who was speaking, stopped abruptly.

The huge bedroom was silent.

The cold white light shone in from the grid-shaped holes on the closed bedroom gate, dragging a long and long shadow in front of Fang Meng.

Fang La suddenly felt a little cold, so he picked up a quilt with a broken gap exposed to cotton wool and draped it on his body.
Chapter completed!