Although Concubine Shuo died, Zhu Di was not yet a year old, and there was no memory of this mother at all. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But maybe it was the mother-son connection, when he was a child, he always dreamed of his mother's appearance in his dreams.

I dreamed that my mother was breastfeeding herself, the milk was sweet, and my mother was humming a song softly while patting his back slightly.

Suddenly, bright red blood flowed out of the milk, and the blood became more and more, almost drowning the young Zhu Di's little head.

Zhu Di's throat was also full of blood.

At this time, how terrible the blood he was.

This same dream has been repeated many times.

Many years.

It wasn't until later that he joined the army, slashed and killed enemies one by one on the battlefield, and saw their flesh flying, that he was not afraid of blood.

Since Zhu Di learned to kill, in his dreams, there has never been that terrifying dream about Concubine Shuo.

So, after that, Zhu Di fell in love with murder. Especially when you're in a bad mood.

At this moment, he wanted to kill again.

However, before he had time to give the order, Zhu Di found that in a moment, Quan Yan'er's voice was getting weaker and weaker.

"Your Majesty...... You tell me...... What do you love me...... Or the queen...... It's okay to lie to me, Your Majesty ......"

"Yeon'er, of course I love ......"

Zhu Di's love word has not yet been spoken, and he can clearly see that Quan Yan'er's cheeks are even redder, and the strange red is as red as a touch of blood.

With a violent cough, Kwon Yeon's cheeks, which were still bright red, gradually turned purple and then pale.

She shouldn't have said so much when she was dying, but at this moment, it may have triggered the thick phlegm that caused the blockage in her throat.

Kwon Yeona opened her mouth with great difficulty, and wanted to say something more.

But she couldn't make a sound anymore.

She could only use the last glimmer of light from the corner of her eyes to move her eyes in the direction of Zhu Di.

Then, from those slightly open eyes, a crystal teardrop rolled down.

And then another drop......

Another drop......

Zhu Di's heart was completely torn into pieces by this teardrop.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to brush away the tears that kept pouring out of his concubine, but the moment his right hand stretched out, Quan Yan'er's eyes, which were still slightly open, slowly closed.

A wisp of incense goes and turns into a butterfly.

It's a pity that this season in Shandong, there are wind, frost and swords everywhere, and the flowers are withering, and there is almost no flower for butterflies to perch.

Zhu Di, who had not fully recovered from her ...... concubine, saw Quan Yan'er's hand suddenly hanging down, and reflexively cried bitterly.

Even though he can go to the sea to catch crabs, go to the sky to pick stars, conquer barbarians in the north, and sweep Kou in the east, there is no way to make his beloved woman open her eyes again.

He finally reached out and wiped away the tears on Quan Yan'er's face one by one.

With these tears on his hands, he can imagine how regretful and reluctant the concubine is.

She was just 20 years old.

She didn't wait until she died, the answer she wanted.

"Yan'er, you waited for me in Qingluan Palace for so many days before, why didn't you wait so much today, didn't wait for me to tell you the answer, didn't wait for me to finish speaking, you closed your eyes and left?"

Zhu Di desperately shook Quan Yan'er's gradually cold body......

"Yan'er-" The entire team of the Northern Expedition heard this terrifying scream of the emperor in the middle of the night.

The emperor sat for three days in a row, but the water and rice did not enter, and the 100,000 troops were also stationed in Lincheng, Shandong for three days, and the emperor's henchmen, the British minister Zhang Fu and the cabinet minister Yang Rongke, could not sit still.

"Your Majesty, is this going to transport Concubine Xian Niangniang back to the palace, or to bury her on the spot?"

Seeing that the emperor was still in such pain, regardless of the itinerary of the 100,000 army returning to Nanjing, Zhang Fu and Yang Rong came out of the military tent and talked about this issue cautiously.

"Don't ask the emperor. Didn't you see that the emperor's eyes were blood-red these days? ”

British Gong Zhang Fu and Zhu Di are of the same age, with dignified bodies and dignified appearances. A pair of eyes shot cold stars, and the two curved eyebrows were like paint. The chest is broad, and there is the majesty of ten thousand invincibles. At first glance, he was born as a military general.

Because of the hereditary marquis, he entered the office earlier, but the British duke did not have the reckless impulse of a military general in his character, but was very cautious, and between his words, he was quite a bit of the elegant style of a civil servant.

He looked around vigilantly, and then continued to say to Yang Rong in a low voice: "In the past few years, you know the emperor's temper, don't think that we are close ministers, so we can talk casually." If one of us makes a mistake, the emperor is angry, and he may also go on a killing spree. His face showed a sad feeling of a rabbit and a fox.

"Even you, the lord of the two dynasties and the emperor's in-laws, are so jealous, then we will accompany these 100,000 troops and wait. Anyway, these 100,000 troops were not mobilized by you and me. ”

Yang Rong, a cabinet minister with a thin face, was born like a scholar. Although as Zhu Di's confidant, he has experienced several ups and downs in officialdom in the past few years, and he has some experience, but he is still a little bookish and angry when he speaks.

"After all, the emperor is still the emperor, I don't think he will let the 100,000 army stagnate here for a year. It's up to him to get over this heart. Then again, Concubine Xian died too young. Zhang Fu said to Yang Rong a little sadly.

"Okay, pass the order, all subordinates will not move, be cautious in their words and deeds, and wait for the emperor to ease his mind before making arrangements. We two old guys, just drink Shandong's tea and wait for the emperor to summon us. Yang Rong pulled Zhang Fu into his military tent.

On the fourth day, Zhu Di really took the initiative to summon the British minister Zhang Fu and cabinet minister Yang Rong.

"Concubine Xian suddenly encountered this bad news, and everyone was saddened. However, my army of 100,000 can't hesitate, so I will bury Concubine Xian on the spot. ”

Zhu Di painfully squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, and turned around with difficulty. Hiding his face and sighing, it seemed that tears were about to pour out from between his fingers.

"The emperor is a great hero in the world, and heroes have been beauties since ancient times. It's a pity that the day is not a holiday, and Concubine Xian is so young, she ...... went. Zhang Fu said, wiping his eyes with his hands, as if he was also so sad that he couldn't help himself.

The old minister believes that Niangniang can also sense it underground, and the emperor's affection is very affectionate. It's just that the emperor has to take care of the three armies in addition to such grief, and this spirit is admirable. ”

Yang Rong also immediately came back to his senses and took over the words of the British duke who was "unable to speak" because he was "sad and couldn't help himself".

The two old foxes didn't understand the emperor's mind for a while, whether they really wanted to bury the virtuous concubine on the spot, or were they testing them and wanted to transport them back to Nanjing and have a beautiful burial?

So he sang and harmonized, wanting to get a word from the emperor.