The long night passed and the sun rose as usual.

The sun shines everywhere, and the heat of the midsummer in previous years was repeated everywhere, but it has changed the world.

Imperial Palace, Ganqing Palace.

There were nine candles inserted on the copper plate dragon of the same height, and the candle tears hang down along the plate dragon. Obviously, there was another sleepless night in the palace where the candle fire was endless.

Several broken peach blossoms are placed in the corner, and no one has changed them for several days.

Prince Sima Zhen sat on a wide soft chair.

What happened in these days was like a huge torrent, washing away the arrogance and calmness that Sima Zhen had developed for many years and changed his appearance. In just a few days, on this still young and handsome face, the noble and bright eyes had become quiet and deep.

Sima Zhen put one hand on the handrail and asked calmly: "Zombies?"

Axia knelt on the ground, his face turned pale: "Yes! Your Highness. He has found the remaining ancient books and found the records of the zombies."

Sima Zhen's expression was like reading memorials in the past: "Take it."

"Yes!" Asa brought up a worn-out and yellowed old book.

The book was half broken, and the rest of the pages were missing, with the handwriting blurred. At this time, the book was carefully held and turned to a page with only a few clear numbers left.

Sima Zhen took the ancient books, read the few clear handwritings over and over again, and handed the ancient books to Sima Xie, the second prince standing behind him.

Sima Zhen stood up, paced with his hands behind his back, his face unchanged: "Zombies, I don't know when they will appear, how many numbers, how many combat capabilities will be. They will be transmitted to others, but I don't know how many ways of transmission. Zombies do not feel pain, like walking corpses, the only way to attack is to attack their heads."

The second prince Sima Xie was so anxious that he was on fire. He looked at Sima Zhen and said, "My Prince's Highness! Now that my father is seriously ill, the third brother has not arrived in the palace for some reason. This world, this world is like this, and what zombies are there? I think, this is the appearance of the evil ghosts, hell on earth! My Prince's Highness, how can you be so calm? Are you not anxious?"

Sima Zhen turned around, looked at the second prince Sima Xie calmly, and said slowly: "You can't be confused, you can't be anxious."

The second prince Sima Xie raised his breath and wanted to say something, but when he looked at Sima Zhen's serious and calm eyes, he just sighed heavily.

Sima Zhen said, "Go and see your father first."

Sima Xie nodded.

On that spring festival, the celestial phenomena changed drastically and it rained heavily in the sky.

At that time of the Spring Festival, countless officials had fallen directly under the altar and were dying.

The spring festival came to an abrupt end, and Emperor Sima Zhi hurried back to the palace with his crown prince Sima Zhen and the second prince Sima Xie.

On the way, countless maids, eunuchs and officials also fell down one by one. Emperor Sima Zhi looked at the streets of the Imperial City. Countless people were standing on the streets, and their faces were not very good. After he returned to the palace, Sima Zhi spit out a mouthful of blood before he could speak and fell down.

Emperor Sima Zhi was in a coma when he vomited blood and vomited blood. Everything in the palace was controlled by the crown prince Sima Zhen.

Prince Sima Zhen ordered the gathering of warriors, strictly control the capital, close the palace gate, and carry all maids, eunuchs, doctors, imperial chefs and others who have suffered from "epidemic diseases" to the cold palace to be placed in the cold palace, and a team of guards and a team of doctors were sent to take care of them.

The guards in the palace are all warriors with low-level and above cultivation.

Therefore, when the zombies exploded last night, only a few guards and a team of doctors were damaged in the cold palace, and there were no other casualties.

After all the zombies were locked in the cold palace, the palace quickly returned to peace.

Within the high city walls, the entire palace is still in order. Except for the lack of some maids and eunuchs, everything seems to be no different from usual.

The only difference is that the "screaming" sound of beasts roaring in the cold palace made everyone in the palace tense and their hearts fluctuate.

Sima Zhen and Sima Xie walked to the palace in the Ganqing Palace, and it was already the third day that Emperor Sima Zhi was lying here.

Sima Zhen and Sima Xie knelt in front of the dragon bed, looking at the emperor lying there, and were silent for a moment.

Three days ago, Emperor Sima Zhi was still an emperor who was like his prime. In just three days, Sima Zhi's face was not only wrinkles, spots appeared frequently, and the black on his head was even more white.

The second emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, which had always been at its peak and had been in a state of ups and downs, has shown his old age.

"Father." Sima Zhen called out, his tone complicated.

Sima Xie choked and his eyes turned red, and he shouted, "Father, why haven't you woken up yet? This world, this world..." Sima Xie couldn't speak, so he lowered his head and almost cried out.

Sima Zhen stood up and pulled Sima Xie to get up.

Pulling Sima Xie to sit aside, Sima Zhen turned around and asked the doctor kneeling aside: "How is it? What's the situation of the father?"

Hearing Sima Zhen’s question, Sima Xie wiped the corners of his eyes, looked at the doctor in a blink of an eye, and even unconsciously threatened the doctor with his eyes.

The doctor lowered his head and said softly: "Report to the Crown Prince, the Second Prince, Your Majesty is anxious and has caused old injuries. In addition, over the years, Your Majesty has been working hard to do nothing to cultivate the government for a moment. Now, the situation is very bad."

"What does it mean to be very bad?" Sima Xie stood up and shouted: "The higher the martial arts skills, the longer the lifespan of a warrior. My father's martial arts are very powerful, and he is not comparable to ordinary people. How could he be very bad if he is anxious? Three days ago, three days ago, my father has been in good health. How could he be so suddenly and it is very bad?!"

The doctor lowered his head a little longer and sighed: "Your Majesty was young, and he had been in war for many years. If he was seriously injured once or twice, he would take care of himself. With the physical fitness of a warrior, there would be no problem. But Your Majesty was injured countless times and had no time to cultivate. In recent years, Your Majesty was diligent in government affairs every day. In recent years, Your Majesty's old injuries have become a bit explosive, but it is because of his martial arts support, so he can't see it."

The doctor said: "A few months ago, Your Majesty realized that he was feeling a little uncomfortable and asked me to check it out. If Your Majesty could take good care of him, he might not be as healthy as an ordinary person. But once Your Majesty uses force, his mood may be too heavy or he is tired..." At this point, the doctor shook his head: "The deterioration of internal organs is beyond the ability of the doctor."

"How could it be? How could it be?! Three days ago, my father was obviously fine..." Sima Xie's face turned pale. According to the doctor's words, the emperor could no longer be cured. Only by maintaining his body and cultivating calmly can he have an ordinary lifespan.

Sima Zhen sat silently on the chair.

Sima Zhen now understood why his father asked him to worship him first on the day of the spring festival. It turned out that the father had known that he had been in poor health, so he really wanted to pass the throne to him.

Just a few days ago, Sima Zhen knelt in the Ganqing Palace and asked his father to marry Li Jingshu, the daughter of the Ministry of Works.

Sima Zhen still remembers that at that time, his father patted his shoulder and teased him for being moved by others. He did something extraordinary and asked to marry a failed show girl.

The father and son seemed to be intimate. The father's smile seemed to be still in his ears.

Thinking of his father and his body close to him, laughing at him for asking for imperial edicts for an unknown little girl, it was like an intimate conversation between an ordinary father and son. Sima Zhen's heart sank. Then he turned to look at his father, who was half white, and his heart sank again.

Sima Zhen said in a deep voice: "How long will it take for Father to wake up?"

The doctor lowered his head and sighed, "It's hard to say."

"It's hard to say?" Hearing this answer, Sima Xie was furious in an instant. He suddenly stepped forward, grabbed the doctor, and lifted him up: "It's hard to say? As a doctor, he doesn't treat his father well, but he says such things, are you looking for death?!"

The doctor, who is nearly 40 years old, is not as tall as the second prince. He is lifted up and his legs are involuntarily struggling and kicked them a few times.

"Enough!" Sima Zhen frowned: "Let him down."

"Your Highness of the Crown Prince--" Sima Xie turned to look at Sima Zhen: "This person--"

"I said! Enough!" Sima Zhen raised his eyes and looked at Sima Xie: "Don't disturb the cultivation of the father."

Sima Xie relaxed his hands and felt like he was deflated and his face was defeated.

The doctor landed on the ground, and then knelt down.

Sima Zhen said: "Take good care of your father and never make any mistakes."

"Yes!" said the doctor.

Sima Zhen shook his head at Sima Xie: "Follow me."

Sima Xie glanced at the emperor and followed Sima Zhen out of the inner room in frustration.

Before the two of them could walk out of the palace gate, they saw a guard rushing in.

Seeing this, the two stopped leaving. Sima Xie lowered his head irritably and crushed the smooth floor with his right foot.

When the guard saw the two, he immediately knelt down, held a memorial in both hands, and said quickly: "Your Highness, the 800-mile lunar month of Kongzhou is expedited. Jiang Nong, the governor of Kongzhou, raised an army to rebel, mobilized troops to siege the city, and proclaimed himself king under the name of "the emperor was unkind and red rain fell from the sky."

Sima Xie was shocked: "What?!"

Sima Zhen took the memorial, glanced at it for a few seconds, and said lightly: "I understand."

Sima Xie turned his head and the guards looked up. Both of them looked at the calm prince in disbelief.

Before Sima Xie could say something, another guard rushed into the hall gate, and there was a memorial in his hand, and knelt down and said, "Your Highness, Luzhou is in a hurry for 800 miles. Last night, the zombies exploded in Luzhou, and the generals could not control them, and the city was in chaos. Luzhou asked the Beijing army to send out a large army to support Luzhou."

Luzhou is the closest city to the capital.

Sima Zhen took the memorial and did not read it, but just sighed.

Seeing a guard running in from the gate of the hall again, Sima Xie jumped into the foot: "What's the matter?"

The guard's face was pale and knelt heavily on the ground. He kowtowed several times before he looked up and said, "Report to the two high men, the third emperor, he was unfortunately injured by the guards. Now he is already a zombie..."

Sima Zhen and Sima Xie were shocked and said in unison: "What?!"

Behind the two, the emperor Sima Zhi's collapsed low and mute voice came from the dragon bed: "Missary..."
Chapter completed!