I have to say that James Shichun hit a snake and hit seven inches, and he knows the emperor's mind very well.

What is the emperor doing all this for? Isn't it just to smoothly bring back the soul of Empress Xiaoyuan?

The emperor was silent for a long time with a gloomy expression, and finally waved his hand weakly: "Just follow what Aiqing said." ”

He is like a traveler who has traveled thousands of miles through mountains and rivers, and he will be able to see the end in another month, and he must not give up because of this last incident!

In his previous life, he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, he didn't believe in fate, even if he and Cheng Huan went through ups and downs, he never believed it, but he was reborn.

How can a reborn person not believe in ghosts and gods?

Xiao Shaoyun leaned on the big red soft pillow embroidered with dragon and phoenix Chengxiang, and the feeling of exhaustion quietly hit after James Shichun silently retreated, and infinite confusion floated on his haggard handsome face.

Cheng Huan, if you know...... If you know that I have become such a person with blood on my hands in this life, if you think back to the past, can you forgive me?

But even if I want to be haunted by grievances and sins in this life, and want to be a mediocre emperor who has left a reputation for eternity, I don't want you and me to follow the path of the previous life.

The previous life was just too bitter, too bitter.

As the sun rises and the moon sets, the east wind gradually blows away the spring cold in the capital, and in February, everything slowly begins to show signs of recovery, the green willows slowly pull out small fine buds, and the flowers in early spring also begin to slowly accumulate strength to grow buds.

The long, bitter winter seemed to have been lifted abruptly, and the subjects of Daqi finally saw new hope.

At this time in previous years, it was the time when the imperial court issued the decree of the year, and officials from all over the country began to assist the people in spring ploughing and distributing grain, but this year, even if the drought has passed, it still brings a wound that is difficult to heal to Daqi - the displaced people either died on the way to escape the famine, or died at the hands of rampant bandits.

The household department is now even poorer, and Zhu Siming, the secretary of the household department, has gray hair, and has not been able to raise enough food.

And the emperor is sick in bed, there is no decree, and the current emperor can't count on it, and this slack and disheartened minister is already in vain, let alone hopeful.

All the affairs of the six ministries can only be discussed with Song Wenru, Song Wenru has not been able to make a good deal since he was infected with a cold a few days ago, so he can only handle various government affairs for the emperor.

Finally, on the tenth day of the second month, the emperor recovered and went to court, and Song Wenru's spirit was lifted a little.

But Song Wenru never expected that the emperor's first will to go to the court would stunned him-

"Recently, there have been rumors in the capital, and the people are panicking, and I can't bear the people to be tortured by this, so I will issue an edict to appease the heavens and the earth, and pay tribute to the ......ancestors."

What else the emperor said later, Song Wenru couldn't hear it at all, and there was only one voice buzzing in his head - too stupid!

How can an emperor be so stupid?!

When there is a great drought in the world and all the people are displaced, why don't you issue an edict against yourself? I would rather condemn the nine clans than issue an edict against ourselves—but at this time, we must issue an edict against ourselves!

An emperor who so easily bows to a rumor and compromises to unpredictable ghosts and gods will not only completely confirm the reputation of "brutal and unkind, unjust souls asking for their lives", but also the dignity of the emperor will be completely trampled on!

And the emperor didn't even discuss with him for half a sentence before!

How can he do that?!

Song Wenru, who stood firmly on the emperor's side all the way by relying on his deep feelings for the emperor more than his parents, finally collapsed at this moment!

He couldn't hear anything, only the exquisite carved beams and paintings on the dome of the Taiji Hall flew in front of him, and he caught a glimpse of the ministers around him swarming towards him, they looked stunned, and opened their mouths to shout something, but he couldn't hear anything.

Song Wen was taken back to the Prime Minister's Mansion by his son Song Changqing in a coma, and the imperial doctor had already diagnosed it, and it was a stroke caused by anger and anger.

"Imperial Physician Wang, I don't know when my father will wake up?"

After Song Changqing settled his father, he asked the imperial doctor who came back with him.

Although my father's life in my previous life was not too high, at least after more than ten years, he passed away without illness and pain, and there was never such a thing as a stroke, and in this life, ...... This mediocre madman!

Song Changqing gritted his teeth fiercely, so that he didn't curse the emperor.

Imperial Physician Wang put away the golden needle, and he was also very sympathetic to Song Changqing:

"I've already had the needle, and I'll probably wake up in the evening, but after I wake up, I'm afraid I won't be able to speak the same as before. Song Gongzi is not in a hurry, the Prime Minister's illness is not a day or two that can be cured, Song Gongzi must remember to persuade more, don't let the Prime Minister think too much, otherwise it will be repeated. ”

Bai Chenghuan was checking the details of the shop's accounts with the shopkeeper who came over to marry, and received the news from Yuan Xiansheng.

Song Wenru...... Bai Chenghuan heard that the person who came to talk about it, and he still sighed in his heart.

Song Wenru is a conscientious and loyal person to the emperor, but it is a pity that the emperor insists on going his own way and is already running all the way on the road to death, and no one can stop him.

She looked out the window at a plum plant that had begun to bud for a long time, and her heart was heavy, but she was helpless.

On the shore of Taiming Lake that year, the words of Xiao Shaoyun, who was still the prince, were still vaguely in my ears.

Cheng Huan, Song Shi said that he is a very talented person, in the future, I will make him the prime minister and assist me, Cheng Huan, what do you think?

The fashionable and young prince is radiant and bright.

But now, everything has changed, since her death, everyone's lives have changed.

It wasn't until the evening that Qiu Yue took a letter and handed it to Bai Chenghuan with light steps, and her mood improved.

The letter was written by Xiao Shaotang himself, first informing her that she had arrived in Minzhou safely, asking her not to worry, and then proudly telling her that as soon as she arrived at the place, she confronted a group of bandits, and without saying a word, she suppressed the gang of bandits, which was a small prestige.

Bai Chenghuan read the letter, and he could almost see Xiao Shaotang standing in front of him.

When he was busy, he didn't feel that he had a moment of leisure at this time, holding his handwritten letter, Bai Chenghuan felt that missing this kind of thing really existed.

Now she lives alone in this huge Qin Palace, no one returns in the twilight, calling her name cheerfully, and no one will talk to her in front of her with shining eyes, and in the cold night, she will be tucked into the quilt.

Originally, since she was reborn, she had been prepared to face the loneliness of this life. But such a young man like a blazing warm sun broke into her life, and now that he is gone, she is so unaccustomed to it.

Bai Chenghuan took a deep breath, feeling that the warm indoor air was lonely, she folded the letter and put it in the box on the dressing table.

And Song Wenru was so angry that he had a stroke, but he did not stop the emperor's stupidity.