This night is destined to be remembered by all the people of Xianyang for the rest of their lives.

And the turmoil this night is destined to be a brilliant stroke in the history books of the Great Qin Dynasty.

The palace coup was ups and downs, and the Qinghe Hou pacified the rebellion as fast as thunder.

From the moment the palace bell rang, millions of people fell into deep sorrow. The emperor collapsed and all the people were sad.

However, the subsequent changes were dazzling. The Qinghe Hou broke through the city gate and entered the palace. When he arrived, he was a little bitch. In just one hour, the rebellion that forged edicts and usurped the throne was quelled. Prince Hu Hai, the Marquis of Jiancheng Zhao Hai, who was in full swing recently, and Wucheng Gong Wang Li and others were all strongly suppressed by Qinghe Hou.

Not only that, the Marquis of Qinghe once again used the magic of defiance against the heavens to save the First Emperor who was clearly dead. Then the three ministers asked together to make the eldest son Fusu the crown prince and Mrs. Zheng the queen.

The palace was noisy in the middle of the night, and the palace was calm. As the news came out of the civil and military officials who left the palace, the whole of Xianyang was suddenly filled with joy and thunder, and some even set off fireworks and firecrackers in the middle of the night to celebrate. The lieutenant and imperial guards also launched a four-battalion to round up the family of Qinghou, the important officials involved in the plot to rebel. The noise and noise made Xianyang City extremely popular in the early morning.

However, just as everyone was cheering and celebrating this pleasing victory, bad news came immediately.

The Marquis of Qinghe and the eldest son were attacked by Hu Hai with the Taiyi Divine Musket at the palace gate. Both of them were seriously injured and their lives and death were unknown.

Amid the shrill sirens and horns at dawn, the First Emperor who had just fallen asleep was awakened again. The Xuanwu Guard quickly entered the Zichen Palace to report the incident. After a brief blank, the First Emperor's thinking was furious and ordered Hu Hai, Zhao Hai and others to be imprisoned. At the same time, a large number of imperial physicians and imperial doctors were arranged to go to the health center to participate in the treatment. Later, despite the dissuasion of the concubines of the palace, he risked a huge danger to leave the palace to visit the health center late at night.

Fusu suffered a back injury and Chen Xu injured his right abdomen.

Although doctors and nurses in the health center have learned to bandage and deal with trauma wounds, they have basically no choice but to bandage and stop bleeding when faced with the trauma of this kind of bullet.

But Yu Wuya stubbornly insisted on opening Chen Xu's intestines and breaking his stomach and taking out the bullet, saying that this was Chen Xu's request. After a dispute, Shui Qingrou agreed. As the first professor and attending doctor who followed Chen Xu to learn surgery, Xu Fu helped, and a group of nurses and doctors helped prepare knives, cut needles, threads, and bandages for hemostasis. Some people held a lantern and held a circle to be responsible for lighting.

After half an hour of operation, Xu Fu finally took out a lead bullet from Chen Xu's body, and after strictly following the surgical regulations formulated by Chen Xu, he checked the wound and sutured the instruments after the surgery.

After Chen Xu was sent to the health center, Xu Fu, who rushed over, poured him a bottle of Five Poison Soul Water without hesitation. Although the operation lasted for a long time and he lost a lot of blood, Chen Xu's heartbeat was still steady until the end of the operation.

However, Fusu's situation is much more complicated. The bullet penetrates from the left back and vomits blood when it is sent. No one insists on taking out the lead bullet, nor does any imperial physician dare to do this operation. He can only perform a simple hemostasis bandage, and there is no way to face such a large amount of vomiting of blood.

By the time Emperor Shi Zhi arrived at the health center, it was already dawn and the bell at the end of Yin hour had already sounded.

Chen Xu has been transferred to the ward for care. Although he is still in a coma, his face is pale but his breathing is still good. He has a slight fever but his signs are still stable. He looks like he is not seriously injured after taking the medicine. Computer::/

"Father... Emperor... Grand Tutor... Good..."

Although Fusu, covered in blood, was seriously injured, he was not completely unconscious. After bandaging, he lay on the hospital bed dying. Looking at the First Emperor, who was ashen with a pale face, hurried in, he immediately struggled to ask about Chen Xu's situation.

"Don't worry, the Grand Master has no trouble after treatment!" The First Emperor grabbed Fusu's hand tightly to comfort him.

"Then...that's good...the Taishi's immortal arts...it will be...one person will die if he saves him...the son...begging the grand master...it's wish to exchange his son's life for his father's life...he...he..."

When Fusu spoke, blood spilled out from his mouth and nose again, and a trace of light appeared on his originally pale and colorless face, and he grabbed the First Emperor's hand tightly.

"The father does not need to be sad. If the son is dead, the father will definitely live a hundred years. I just want the father to treat Ziying and Chenxi well, and Yingniang, forgive... I will not be able to fulfill my filial piety in the future..."

As Fusu spoke, the light in his eyes quickly disappeared. After he finished speaking the last word with all his strength, his body suddenly sank. He held Emperor Shi's hand tightly and slowly loosened, and closed his eyes with a faint smile on his face.

"Son of the Emperor~ Come, save my Emperor of the Emperor..."

The First Emperor yelled in grief.

A group of imperial physicians rushed in outside the ward, but after a moment they all bowed to the ground with grief, "Your Majesty, the eldest son is helpless!"

"No help...how can there be no help...If I can't save you, I will send you all to be buried with you!" The First Emperor grabbed a gray-bearded imperial physician and roared.

"Your Majesty, the prince is willing to pay his life to the emperor and beg the Grand Master to save His Majesty and return to the Yang. This is the destiny of heaven and cannot be violated. Besides, I have no immortal arts for returning to the Yang unless the Grand Master of Labor..." Someone begged for an explanation.

"Your Majesty, the eldest son died to save His Majesty. If the destiny is like this, I am afraid the Grand Master will not be able to save him. Please calm down your anger and arrange the funeral for the eldest son quickly!"

All the imperial physicians kowtowed, and they all brought out Chen Xu to resist the insanely unreasonable order of the First Emperor.

Since ancient times, doctors have saved their illness but not death.

Apart from the legendary Bian Que and the current Qinghe Hou, he has never heard of a way to save the dead.

At present, the Queen Qinghe was seriously injured and unconscious. I was afraid that she could save her, and no one dared to invite her. It would be useless if she asked.

...

“When…when…when…when….”

Before the hour of Mao came, after a night of inability to fall asleep, Xianyang City finally ushered in dawn amidst extremely nervousness and riots.

But the sudden sound of bells from the palace made everyone feel a very bad omen.

Whether it was the civil and military ministers who had not slept all night and were about to go to court in a carriage, the arrested lords, or the civilian peddlers and barracks, they all stopped all their movements amid the bells and looked nervously at the direction of the palace.

"Report, Your Majesty asks Doctor Meng to enter the palace quickly, and His Highness the Crown Prince died..."

"Report, Your Majesty asks Feng Xiang to enter the palace quickly, and the Crown Prince will die..."

As the palace people rushed out of the palace, they spread the news that the three provinces and six ministers and ministers entered the palace to discuss matters, and a news that shocked the people in the city spread instantly. The people suddenly burst into tears. Every household began to hang prayer flags, and countless people hanged white cloth on their heads and knelt down to the direction of the palace.

In September of the autumn of the 36th year of Emperor First Emperor, His Highness Fusu, the eldest son who had just been enthroned as the crown prince, died late at night.

Although Fusu was dead, in the early morning court discussion, Emperor Shi issued an edict to grant Fusu the crown prince, and ordered the Ministry of Rites to hold funerals and be buried with the crown prince's ceremony. Then, while announcing the three-day mourning, he ordered the entire Xianyang to be banned for ten days and continue to pursue all those involved in conspiracy to usurp the throne.

...

It was already a day later when Chen Xu woke up.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a circle of familiar faces.

When he saw him open his eyes, some grinned, some cried, some wiping tears, some were happy and excited, and naturally some were always cold as if he had owed money and refused to pay it back.

"Husband~"

Shui Qingrou, Ying Shiman and Meng Wan rushed up, each grabbed his arms and cried with joy, crying with pear blossoms in the rain.

"Don't cry, don't cry, what about the prince? Are you injured?" Chen Xu didn't have time to reminisce about his wife, but grabbed one of the hands and asked anxiously.

"Brother is dead!" Ying Shiman burst into tears.

"What?" Chen Xu sat up, his movements were too big and he pulled the wound. He grinned in pain, and his forehead was sweating instantly rolled down.

"My benefactor lying down, the wound has not yet scabbed, so don't tear the wound apart!" Yu Wuya pressed Chen Xu back to the bed with a hand, shook his head with a lonely face, "My benefactor, don't be too sad, the thirteen needles of the Ghost Gate are abnormal, the heavenly tribulation cannot be avoided, and one person will die will be fulfilled. The prince was shot and injured his heart and lungs, and he was helpless in rescue. He died shortly after being sent to the health center. Your Majesty has arranged for the Ministry of Rites to treat the funeral with the Prince's ceremony. You should take good care of the disease, don't worry too much about the others!"

"How could this happen..." Chen Xu murmured as two lines of tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes.

The Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate were handed down by Guiguzi. He said that he would save one person and one person would respond to the disaster. As a scientific education Chen Xu actually never believed it. When he saved Wang Jian, he was just a dead horse as a living horse. The same is true for saving the First Emperor. He did not have much confidence, but unexpectedly, he was saved twice, and Wang Ben and Fusu, who voluntarily endured the heavenly tribulation, died under different circumstances.

Including Chen Xu himself, he voluntarily took on the disaster and saved Wang Qingxiu. Guiguzi left a nine-year disaster reminder. This time, it can be said that it will come true.

If this shot had been put a few years ago, it would have killed him.

As for the two pistols in Hu Hai's hand, Chen Xu could roughly guess that it must have been the two pistols of the First Emperor who were stolen from the First Emperor's bedroom in chaos.

Therefore, in Chen Xu's view, if all this is in the dark, it must have something to do with him.

Without him, Hu Hai would have been successfully usurped the throne. Without Chen Xu, there would have been no such thing as a pistol in this world. He almost suffered his life under the weapons he made. This was the price Chen Xu had to bear to disrupt history and destiny.

As long as the wings of a butterfly are flaming, it will eventually cause an invisible wave. This wave continues to amplify and affect under the control of fate, and finally distorts time and space and fate together, and no one can stay out of it.
Chapter completed!