(Cat flutter Chinese)

The sound of intermittent coughing came from the inner hall, and Zhao Yuande was worried outside.

Concubine Chen has been gone for so many years, but the emperor has been staying where he is, refusing to come out or letting people go in, as if he was being buried for Concubine Chen.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yuande was stunned, and hurriedly suppressed this thought, the emperor is the emperor of the golden and precious holy lord, no matter how he can't stand these two words, but Zhao Yuande's idea is better than a year a year, maybe a few years ago, when His Royal Highness the Third Prince had not returned to the palace, the emperor was still like a holy lord, but now in the past few years, his body has become more and more bad, and he does not often go to the palace of the concubine every day and night, and he is also a little slack in handling political affairs, as if he has aged all of a sudden, the light in his eyes has become more and more cold, and there is no smile.

Isn't it good to live? Why are you born here to be uncomfortable? Why bother to be alone?

Concubine Chen is good, she is a good master, but since this good thing has been taken underground, there is no need to keep chattering, if it goes on like this, how can she bear it with her own body?

Zhao Yuande looked into the inner hall from time to time worriedly, only hoping that Emperor Wen would come out earlier.

But after Emperor Wen's cough gradually eased down for a long time, he couldn't wait for people to come out, Zhao Yuande couldn't help but shrink his hands and feet, although it was in the outer hall, the charcoal basin hand warmer or something that could be brought was always burned out, and the pestle had been consumed here, and the body was already faintly bad.

But at this time, Emperor Wen never allowed anyone to disturb him, so he only brought Zhao Yuande alone, and it was precisely because Zhao Yuande would not go in and disturb without authorization that he could be so reused by Emperor Wen.

Rubbing his hands, Zhao Yuande sighed softly, in the final analysis, it was all wronged!

Emperor Wen was in the inner hall, a little tired, leaning on the crystal coffin and closing his eyes and falling asleep, a warm yellow and soft candlelight, hitting Emperor Wen's face leaning on the coffin and the face of the pale woman in the coffin, there was an indescribable harmony, like two sleeping people, but each other was still unwilling to leave each other, must be within their own line of sight, close to each other, you can see it when you open your eyes.

The inner hall has not been inhabited for a long time, and it is especially cold in the winter night, Emperor Wen was awakened by freezing after half of his sleep, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the pale face under the candle flame, he couldn't help but reach out and touch the cold crystal.

"Like snow......" muttered in a hoarse voice, with a little sleepiness.

You didn't hesitate to choose death, you must not want to see me, then I have to live longer, it's not good to make you too embarrassed, although your embarrassed appearance is really exciting, but for so many years, you follow me in everything, and I will follow you once.

Emperor Wen lowered his eyelashes, smiled faintly, and stood up only to find that his body was almost frozen.

I'm getting old!

Slowly moving his body a few times, Emperor Wen walked out, and Zhao Yuande hurriedly greeted him.

"Your Majesty, you can be regarded as coming out, if you don't come out, the old slave will go in and call you, look at the ...... of this cold day"

"You're getting more and more verbose!" Emperor Wen's stiff body hadn't eased up, and he walked a little unfavorably.

Zhao Yuande looked straight at it: "The emperor dislikes the old slave and talks a lot, but the old slave has to say a word, the emperor's body is not as strong as before, you don't take good care of yourself, what can you do if you call the third prince in the future? He is already without a mother, does he even have to ...... father?"

The harem is too deserted, and everyone is fighting to the death for their own little gains and losses, and suddenly such a person comes out and says such a few intimate words, which makes people feel a little heartwarming.

Emperor Wen looked sideways at Zhao Yuande: "In the harem, you are probably the only one who is willing to tell me the truth, yes, for the sake of the third child, I can't fall, but it is estimated that the third child will also complain about me at this time." ”

Zhao Yuande looked at the vicissitudes of life on Emperor Wen's face, and sighed silently in his heart, the emperor obviously wanted to protect the three princes, but he sent people away without saying a word, leaving the three princes alone to face so many hardships, I am afraid that everyone will be dissatisfied, and if the father and son are really separated from their hearts, it is estimated that the emperor's heart will have to add another scar to the emperor's heart in the future.

"Where is the overnight enmity between father and son, the third prince is a very smart person, and he can understand the emperor's good intentions!"

Zhao Yuande was gently relieved, listening to Emperor Wen's ears, but it was another meaning, the third child is smart, but in the end, he is a child, and his own father is not as long as a little guy beside him who has been with him for a long time, and he has never been raised by his side, how much father-son relationship can he have?

Shaking his hand, Emperor Wen sighed: "Forget it, let them solve the young people's affairs by themselves." "Anyway, it's enough that his mind hasn't changed.

"Ming'er will announce that Xie Ning will enter the palace, Wang Zhengen's body is almost at the end of my life, and it is not a good thing to drag it out like this. ”

Zhao Yuande nodded hurriedly, Wang Zhengenge has been sick since the winter, and he has not been to the early court for more than half a month, and the imperial doctor is almost going to live in the Wang family these days.

After returning to the Qianyuan Palace, Zhao Yuande did not have the idea of inserting two knives into Emperor Wen's heart, so he arranged everything for sleeping properly, and retreated, instead of asking if he was going to the palace of the concubine as usual.

Emperor Wen's hands and feet gradually warmed up, picked up the fold on the table and looked at it, the previous anger had dissipated, he had already prepared, not all people could live up to his expectations, although he tried his best to treat the fourth child well, and wanted to arrange for the fourth child to live a stable life, but he couldn't.

The red cinnabar pen is dipped in ink, and there are a few more lines of criticism on the fold, and then the pen is thrown away, and the fold is thrown aside, the one who should come will always come, even if he has suppressed it for a long time at this moment, but under the power dump, who can survive in peace?

When the sky dawned, the Xie family's old mansion was already busy, this is the first Chinese New Year's Eve in the mansion after Xie Jianning left his post as Fujian Governor and suffered from a leg disease, he has not spent many years in Yunfu City with his family for the New Year's Festival, at this time it seems that even the pain in his legs is not so unbearable.

As soon as his wife opened her eyes, she said to him "Happy New Year", which made him laugh, so many years of coming and going, his wife has not changed, good days and bad days, all face it calmly with him. Cat flutter Chinese