In the fourth year of Xihe, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the spring flowers bloom. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

On March 3, the emperor got married.

Xu Chenghuan, the daughter of Weibei, was registered as the queen, welcomed by the emperor in person, and married into the palace.

First welcomed by the emperor in person, and then ten miles of red makeup, this marriage celebrated by the whole country caused a sensation in the entire capital, and also envied countless Kyoto women.

"Look, they all say that their daughter's family is in charge of their fate, you look at other people's lives!"

"Yes, I was born in Houfu, I was a childhood sweetheart with the emperor, and now I want to be the queen again, the life of the third lady of the Xu family is really good!"

The firecrackers sounded, the drums faded away, and after kneeling to see the emperor's Luan and daughter's sedan chair out, Mrs. Wei Beihou immediately turned around and returned to the inner room.

"Madam, ma'am, slow down!"

The grandmother and maid in the back followed in, but saw Mrs. Wei Beihou, who was still dignified and smiling just now, lying on the bed of Qiangong's steps with an azure brocade tent, her shoulders swaying, choking and sobbing.

"Madam, this is a great joy, no matter how many people ask for a blessing that they can't ask for, you ......"

The old lady who had followed Mrs. Wei Beihou for more than 30 years wanted to persuade a few words, but she stopped talking, her heart ached, and she waved her hand to let the maids who followed her go down.

"Madam, you feel sorry for the third lady, you can't bear her, the old slave knows it in his heart, but in this world, the daughter's family will always get married, and the place where the young lady marries is the most noble place in the world, what she wants to do is also the most noble queen in the world, don't cry anymore, it's always bad to be seen. ”

"This is the daughter I grew up holding in the palm of my hand, although it is not me...... But in the end, it's my heart's meat! What kind of place is the palace, Cheng Huan is simple-minded, how can she live when she arrives at that place that eats people!"

Mrs. Wei Beihou turned around, her well-maintained face was stained with tears, and most of the rouge and gouache had been washed away.

"Madam, you can't say that!"

For more than 30 years, her own lady has become the lady of Weibei Hou Mansion from the eldest lady of Zhongyi Bofu back then, and her character of being so angry that she is not jealous of words has not been able to change a little.

"This is my own home, what can't I say! My daughter is married, and she will be a royal person from now on, and it is difficult to see each other, how can you tell me not to be sad! She only has the emperor in her heart, and she refuses to listen to me!"

Facing the grandmother who grew up with her since she was a child, and later married her into her confidant, Mrs. Wei Beihou told her heartfelt words.

From the moment the decree came down, she was full of reluctance. But because of the majesty of the heavenly family, she didn't dare to show it in front of people, and now that her daughter was finally sent out of the door, she couldn't stop her tears.

"The queen is noble, but the daughter of our Weibei Hou family is rare, and the queen's dignity is not successful? I just want my daughter to be smooth and smooth, husband and wife and beautiful, but I want to go to the deep palace!"

The old lady stopped talking. Seeing that nothing can be said at this time to calm the loss and sadness of marrying a daughter in Madame's heart, not to mention the royal family that Madame is unwilling to marry, even if it is a family that Madame is satisfied with, this married daughter will eventually cry.

Mrs. Wei Beihou was crying and sobbing when she heard the sound of the curtain of the door being lifted, and the sound of the maid hurriedly saluting.

"Master Hou, the prince!"

With the sound of footsteps, two tall men walked in one after the other.

The old lady also hurriedly saluted: "Master Hou, the prince!"

A middle-aged man in a purple brocade robe waved his hand and walked straight to Mrs. Hou, who was crying sadly.

"Okay, okay, don't cry, I know that no one can persuade you to cry, and I have to coax you!"

Wei Beihou, who is nearly fifty years old, is tall, has a broad face, and is from a typical military general's family.

The old lady took a few steps back and stood respectfully, accustomed to this.

If it weren't for the fact that Hou Ye had been accustomed to his wife for more than 20 years, how could his wife still have such a pampered temperament. Speaking of which, to be the third lady of the queen, at this point, it is really not as blessed as the lady, after all, the husband of the young lady is the emperor of the Ninety-Five, and this little temper or something is absolutely impossible.

Mrs. Wei Beihou was angry and had nowhere to vent, so she grabbed Wei Beihou and beat him.

"You still have the face to persuade me, it's not you, since you were a child, you let Cheng Huan go to the palace to accompany your sister if you have something to do, now it's okay, you are the queen, and you have your family's will!"

"Oh, this lady, you have wronged me, Huan'er is not the queen, I am Weibeihou, what can I praise! The matter has come to this, you just think about it in a good place, you see, the emperors of the past dynasties got married, how can they welcome themselves to come, they are all replaced by princes and ministers, but you look at our Huan'er, the emperor personally came to marry, what a big face this is! Besides, they have been in love for so many years, and the emperor is not a greedy and lustful person, what do you have to worry about, besides, don't you still have a concubine to take care of? There is no queen mother in the palace, Huan'er is not wronged by her mother-in-law, and her aunt takes care of her, how can you enjoy wealth and prosperity for a lifetime, what do you have to cry about?"

Xu Chenglin, the prince of Weibei Hou, stood for a while, turned around without saying a word, and strode out.

He stood under the porch and looked at the dark night, his heart like a knife.

It took all his strength to hold back the heat in his eyes.

If his mother can cry a lot, where can he go to cry?

It was not until the end of the day that the Weibei Houfu was completely quiet, and the people who had received a good reward during the day also fell asleep with joy.

The study of the prince of Weibei was also pitch black, only a lonely figure sat silently in the darkness of the roof, looking in the direction of the palace from afar, holding tightly in his hand a wishful knot that was so old that it was beginning to fade.

Cheng Huan, you must be very happy that you finally married him, right?

You finally don't want your brother at all.

Before the time passed, he heard the sound of cups and plates breaking from the study of Hou Shizi of Weibei.

"What did you say?!"

Although they received the news of the queen's assassination in the middle of the night, it was not until the next day's o'clock that the Weibeihou family saw their daughter's body.

"Cheng Huan!"

Mrs. Wei Beihou fainted after just one look, and Wei Beihou broke his forehead on the cold ground in the palace.

Xu Chenglin rushed towards the woman who was already silent, only wearing a bright red phoenix robe, but was waved away by the emperor.

"No one is allowed to approach her! Get out of here, the farther you go!"

The young emperor was still wearing the red dragon robe of the wedding, holding the dead queen in his arms, with a violent expression.

"You give my sister back, give it back to me!"

The red-eyed Xu Chenglin let out a wolf-like wail, and was about to draw his sword against the emperor!

The dense palace guards immediately surrounded him and wanted to chop him into meat sauce!

"Stop!" the Emperor said, turning his back to them.

"Throw him out of the way, don't disturb the queen......" came a hoarse and tired voice.

"Xiao Shaoyun!

Xu Chenglin, the loyal imperial guard on weekdays, shouted hoarsely, and came to the emperor's ears with outright hatred.

Surrounded by mountains and rivers, the people of Chi have gone.

"Le Mo Le Xi new acquaintance, sad and sad parting, into joy, nothing can separate us anymore. ”

The Emperor's sad face pressed against her cold cheeks, and the sleeves of his red robe wiped her blood from her neck to the placket over and over again.

The cries of Wei Beihou's family resounded throughout the palace.

The good daughter was sent out of the door, and in the blink of an eye, she became a cold corpse.

No worries, no reluctance, all of them are no longer needed.

The joyful event of the whole country immediately turned into a state funeral, and the red silk that had not had time to be removed was hurriedly replaced with a white cloth.

The first quarrel began in the court.

Despite the opposition of the ministers of the imperial family, the emperor insisted that the empress be buried in the imperial mausoleum.

"Whoever dares to say that she is unlucky, I will take someone's life! Whoever dares to oppose it again will go to the queen to be buried with me, my royal mausoleum, I don't care about giving you outsiders the honor of a burial!"

But a dead man, the emperor is so ruthless, who can fight for anything?

But the ensuing edict completely blew up the court.

"The daughter of the Marquis of Weibei Xu, the queen of the book of our relatives, Shu Shen Yigong, supple and Suyong, the death of Er, I am deeply saddened, all the princes and ministers, from the order, all enter the court with the class according to the lord system, where there is a lord family, no feast music within a year, and the common people are not allowed to marry in March. Buried in Zhaoling today, after a hundred years of me, buried with the queen, from now on, to a hundred years of me, never to stand again. Announce it to the world, and make it hear. ”

Although the wedding night is over, Xu Chenghuan is the queen who was canonized by the emperor himself, and he is buried according to the queen's etiquette, there is no way, and he can't fight for the emperor, and there is no problem with the princes and commoners banning banquets and marriages, and even the emperor wants to be buried with her after a hundred years, which is normal, the emperor and queen are deeply in love, but this will never be established again, and the problem will be big!

How can the king of a country no longer establish a queen because of a woman!

Xu Chenghuan's death, although the whole country mourns, but without the queen, how many families with daughters have begun to fight the idea of this throne!

Let a dead person forever block the way of others to be in the middle palace, so that the emperors of this generation of the Great Qi Dynasty have no sons-in-law, from the court to the Li people, no one can agree!

"Your Majesty, you must not!"

The officials of the Ministry of Rites almost broke their heads, and the civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty knelt in front of the Taiji Hall of the Emperor's court for three days, and a large number of officials were beaten with the cane, but they could not prevent the issuance of this edict.

Xu Chenghuan, who was nicknamed Empress Xiaoyuan, was extremely grieved after his death, and the whole country mourned.

Xu Chenghuan, who only lived for sixteen, became the most envied person by countless women in the Great Qi Dynasty.

He was loved by the emperor during his lifetime, and he still received supreme honor after his death, and even the emperor promised to never make a future again.

Xu Chenghuan was buried in the imperial mausoleum with countless envy and glory, and the emperor even fainted when her coffin was buried, and after waking up, he wrote a thousand-word memorial for her, always mourning.

Such affection from the emperor is moving, but there are also people who do not appreciate it.

Wei Beihou family lost their beloved daughter, indifferent to the emperor, and drew a sword in front of the emperor, called the emperor disrespectful Xu Chenglin, was impeached by the imperial history and asked for a capital crime, although the emperor for the queen who had just died, could not bear to be punished, but Xu Chenglin still insisted on abandoning the good future of the imperial guards, and asked himself to leave the capital and go to the northwest border.

In the Shili Pavilion outside the capital, Xu Chenglin straightened the package on his shoulders and said goodbye to Weibei Hou and Mrs. Wei Beihou.

"The child is gone, father and mother, please come back. ”

"Cheng Lin, can't you go?" Mrs. Wei Beihou reluctantly pulled the reins of the horse, with two packets of tears in her eyes.

Xu Chenglin looked in the direction of the city gate, his eyes fierce.

"Mother forgives the child for being unfilial, if I am by that person's side every day, maybe I will cut him with a thousand knives when I can't help it!"

At that time, it will really be a disaster to destroy the door.

The single rode away, and Mrs. Wei Beihou hid her face and cried bitterly.

"What kind of sin have I created, my daughter is gone, and my son is going to the border again, and the sword has no eyes......"

"Don't cry, Cheng Lin is the son of our family of military generals, naturally he will join the army sooner or later, it's okay, it's okay for him to exercise. ”

Wei Beihou comforted the weeping lady, but stared at the lonely back of his son in the distance, and instantly seemed to be ten years old.

What kind of sin have you done? It's just because you've been contaminated with the royal family!

The wind in March carries a soft temperature, like a beautiful woman's face, but for those who are in a hurry, their hearts are hollowed out, and they can still feel half a trace of warmth.

Cheng Huan is dead, his Cheng Huan is dead!

Xu Chenglin galloped all the way, and his mind kept echoing what his fellow guards secretly told him.

"Cheng Lin, I, I don't know, if I'm mistaken, that night, in the Zhaoyang Palace, there was no trace of an assassin at all......

Before the empress was buried, the entire guards of the Zhaoyang Hall were all given to death by the emperor on the charge of protecting the unfavorable, including those who secretly told him this.

Xiao Shaoyun, Xiao Shaoyun!

Thousands of miles away, Yuzhou.

She brushed the stiff hair on her cheeks, and a disgusting smell crept into her nostrils.

It was almost disgusting to the point of suffocation, she had never faced such a disgusting smell.

But she touched her neck and felt at ease.

No scars, no gushing blood, nothing.

Is he dead or alive?