Black Iron Crown

The old man lying on the bed, his eyes trembled suddenly, and then slowly opened, he glanced blankly at the ceiling above his head, and it took him a long time to wake up.

He took a long breath, but felt a piercing pain in his chest. He swore that even ten years ago when he was shot in the arm by an arrow on the battlefield, he didn't feel such pain.

"Come on! Who is here! Come here!"

The emperor's voice was hoarse and weak. If a Moshang heard it, he would never believe that it was His Majesty the emperor with his thick and majestic voice.

The sound echoed in the empty and luxurious room, and the echoes sounded here continuously, giving off a sense of hopeless loneliness.

Hearing the sound, the iron door of the room creaked open, and a maid with a handsome face came in, but this maid only had a small part of the pupils in her eyeballs, and the rest were all pale and emotionless The whites of her eyes, the appearance of such eyes on her delicate face is a little frightening, if a child sees them, they will probably be afraid for a long time.

"Your Majesty, do you have any orders?" The white-eyed maid walked to the emperor's bedside expressionlessly and said in a toneless voice.

"Where's the queen? I want to see the queen! My chest hurts so much! Where is my court doctor, Vatur? I need him to treat me!" The emperor's face was slightly distorted, but his voice was weak.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but your court physician has been executed by Her Majesty the Empress for poisoning you! Now Her Majesty Zhang is handling official duties for you in the study! I'm going to call the doctor who is in charge of your health right now!"

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the room without waiting for the emperor to speak.

"Come back! Get out of here! I'm suffering right now! Why is there no one guarding me!" The emperor's weak voice echoed in the room, like a dying beast making its final wail.

A moment later, a doctor carrying a large medicine box came in from the door. The white-eyed maid looked at the haggard emperor and said, "Your Majesty, he is the doctor in charge of your current health! Let him diagnose your condition! "

The doctor put down the medicine box, sat sideways on the bed where the emperor was lying, carefully observed his face, and said without using any medical equipment, "Your Majesty still needs to sleep and rest now! Give Your Majesty something to drink and let him He should take the red poppy cream I prescribed for him, His Majesty needs to sleep well!"

Hearing this, the emperor's eyes suddenly became terrified. The eyes that were as sharp as a falcon had already become cloudy. He had been in a state of deep sleep for nearly two years, and he was extremely tired. And I'm afraid of falling asleep, a situation where I don't know anything about the outside world.

As the founding emperor of a great empire who had conquered east and west, his desire to control was very strong, and sleeping was obviously a situation beyond his control.

"No! I don't want to eat Red Poppy Frost! Where's Earl Weasley? I want to summon Earl Weasley! Where's Grand Duke Marbula? I want to see them!" The emperor's voice became shrill.

"They are all dealing with official business now, my lord, they don't have time to see you!" The white-eyed maid's voice became colder and colder, like ice in the northern winter.

"How is it possible! They are all my subjects! My vassals! Isn't the official business they handle the official business of my empire? Shouldn't they report to me, the emperor?"

The emperor's voice was hoarse like a bellows, and his lungs kept making murmurs.

It was as if all the strength in his body had been used up to say those words.

"Yes, Your Majesty, you are the supreme Emperor of the Ridka people, but your current physical condition is really too bad. We are worried that you cannot bear such hardships, so now Her Majesty the Queen is taking care of it for you!"

"Doctor! Give Your Majesty some medicine!" The white-eyed maid turned her eyes to look at the doctor and said in a cold tone.

"No! I don't want to take medicine! I order you! In the name of the emperor, I order you not to approach me!" The emperor's voice gradually became frightened, and he stared at the front with wide eyes that had revealed their eye sockets. physician.

Looking at the white-eyed maid again, she shouted loudly: "Get out of here! Someone! Who is here! Come someone! Take her away! I want to see Earl Weasley! I want to see Mabu Grand Duke La! I want to see Grand Duke Mabula!"

Hearing such shouts, the white-eyed maid couldn't help feeling flustered, and hurriedly pushed the doctor: "Hurry up! Give him the medicine!"

"Your Majesty! Your illness has flared up again! We must give you medicine!"

Saying so, the white-eyed maid came to the emperor's bedside and opened his jaw. The emperor desperately wanted to resist. If it was his body that had gone through countless wars in the past, he might be able to crush it with one hand. The maid picked him up, but now, after two years of lingering on the sick bed, his physical strength is not even as good as that of the dying old man.

Regardless of the emperor's struggle, the white-eyed maid grabbed the emperor's jaw fiercely, opened his mouth, and said to the doctor in a panic: "Hurry up! Feed him the medicine! We are running out of time! The people from the post are coming soon!"

"Oh...oh!" The doctor nodded and hastily opened the small wooden bottle in his hand, then poured the powdered medicine inside into the emperor's mouth.

"Cough cough! It's...cough...death!" The emperor coughed desperately, pointing at the two with his withered fingers: "You guys! I'm going to kill you!"

"That will be after you recover, please rest now! Your Majesty!" the white-eyed maid let go of the emperor's head, swallowed and gasped.

After she finished speaking, the emperor's voice gradually became smaller, and his eyelids felt extremely heavy. The emperor desperately wanted to open his eyes, but it was still useless. The power of the red poppy frost was too great.

When the emperor completely lost consciousness, the white-eyed maid helped him up together with the doctor, restored everything, wiped the sweat from his head and looked at the emperor lying on the bed with lingering fear.

"Ma'am..." The doctor said tremblingly, "Isn't it too dangerous for us to do this?"

"What's the danger?" Wiping the sweat from her head, the white-eyed maid was also terrified. The emperor's usual prestige was too strong, and even if he faced him for a while, he would feel extremely mentally stressed.

Although he is injured and very depressed now, the power of death is still there, and no one will feel easy doing such a thing.

When they left the room, this magnificent house regained its former tranquility. There were several portraits of the ancestors of the Moreland family on the walls. They seemed to be watching this outstanding but in crisis descendant on the bed. It was extremely quiet.

At the same time, Moland Fort in the northern border has become completely busy, and the autumn harvest time has arrived.