"Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. ”

At this time, this poem "Jiangchengzi has a dream on the twentieth day of the first month" of Su Shi's mourning for his deceased wife Wang Fu came out of the mouth of Zhu Di, the Yongle Emperor of a generation of heroes, and the iron-clad Yongle Emperor, just like his heart.

Zhu Di has been martial all his life, and he originally didn't like to dance and write ink, but since he lost Quan Yan'er, as long as he thinks of her, his heart has become stumbling, gentle, and sentimental like those literati and ink writers.

He played with this poem carefully, and experienced Su Shi's state of mind when he wrote this poem.

"Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable." Always thinking about the dead, I will casually say this first sentence.

The pain of thinking is like countless worms devouring people's hearts one by one, and in the end only an empty shell remains, and after opening, there is only silent desolation. The feeling of pale and powerless desolation that I had never felt before occupied the whole heart. Therefore, it is "a thousand lines of tears, and the intestines are broken." ”

In the blink of an eye, the Si people have passed away, and the word is always thoughtful. On the night of the bright moon, the hills of short pines are like the loneliness of Chang'e, and the withering of yellow flowers.

At first, Zhu Di just chanted in a low voice, and gradually began to chant shallowly. It seems to be sad and happy, crying and laughing, and every word is like a bone marrow.

"Yan'er, you and I are destined to be separated from each other in this life, but I will definitely come to see you often. You can rest assured, every time I go north, I will take this route, and every time I repeat this route again, I feel that you are by my side. Never far away. ”

Zhu Di's eyes suddenly appeared in front of his eyes during the first Northern Expedition, and he personally put the light pink "desert flower" on the desert on the head of Concubine Xian, which was so beautiful.

"This time, because Zhan'er is in danger, I am in a trance, and I forgot to transplant the most beautiful desert flower for you, Yan'er, I promise you, next time, I will bring it to you from the desert with my own hands."

When Zhu Di thought of this, he seemed to have the scene in front of him when he personally brought this gorgeous desert flower over during the next Northern Expedition. As if the flower was not only transplanted on Concubine Xian's grave, but also in Concubine Xian's heart, Zhu Di couldn't help but smile.

After laughing, the tears gradually fell again.

"Since ancient times, you should laugh at me if you are amorous, and you will be born early."

Zhu Di sighed and found that not far from the tomb of Concubine Xian, Yang Rong had already followed up uncomfortably to urge the emperor to move.

Zhu Di knew that in front of this literati who spoke in his own way, he couldn't argue with him. Although Yang Rong was born in Wenchen, he sometimes spoke as a powerful opponent.

Of course, he was unwilling to argue with Yang Rong.

At this time, Zhu Di was looking forward to the next northern expedition, so as to bring the "Desert Flower" to Quan Yan'er, and his life seemed to have a new head and a little joy.

He finally put a stick of incense on the tomb, and then cooperated with Yang Rong to leave the mausoleum, bid farewell to Shandong, and the army continued to return to Nanjing.

On the road, Zhu Zhanji's wound was hot, probably because of the wind and dust all the way, Zhu Zhanji was in a very bad state, he woke up when he fell asleep, and when he woke up, he gently called Sun Lingwei's name.

Zhu Di was anxious, heartbroken, and unhappy.

It is said that when dying, the name that people subconsciously call must be the person they care about the most in their hearts.

This grandson, he has taken him with him since he was an infant, he didn't read his mother's name, and he didn't even call the imperial grandfather, Zhu Di felt a faint heartache in his heart.

But thinking that his grandson's life is hanging by a thread now, he naturally doesn't dare to care about anything, and Emperor Yongle now just wants to do everything he can to make his grandson better.

Let's say that in the Daming Palace, Wu Erhong heard good news all the way from the battle report in front of him, and Erhong's heart was a little comforted.

Because of the strange death of Concubine Quan Xian on the way to the north last time, she has always been faintly worried about Zhu Zhanji, and she didn't dare to say it.

However, what made her strange was that among the generals who had triumphed all the way, she did not see Zhu Zhanji standing in front of him heroically, enthusiastically telling her about the experience of going to the battlefield for the first time, and the faint uneasiness in her heart returned.

She didn't care about anything, and hurriedly ran to the Guanju Palace, only to find that the crown princess frowned, and although no one in the entire prince's mansion said a word, it was shrouded in a kind of uneasiness like the sky was falling.

Don't......

Erhong's heart fell violently, and she felt that her mind was also buzzing, and when she saw Sun Ling crying slightly and coming out of the inner hall of Guan Ju Palace, her eyes were red, and this nervousness in her heart was even more confirmed.

She didn't think much about it, so she hurriedly rushed up, grabbed Sun Lingwei's arm and asked, "Sister Wei, what's wrong with the imperial grandson?" ”

Sun Lingwei seemed to be speechless with sadness, and pointed weakly inside.

Erhong hurriedly rushed in and saw Zhu Zhanji lying on the bed, motionless.

"Brother Zhanji......" Erhong felt a mouthful of scarlet blood in his chest, and a "wow" sound was about to gush out.

However, the blood had already gushed to her throat, and Erhong's eyes suddenly fell on Zhu Zhanji's handsome face, although the face was as pale as paper, she clearly felt that the thick eyelashes moved.

She quickly reached out and touched his cheek, which was still hot.

Thank God that Zhu Zhanji did not die!!

Ah, that's right, if His Royal Highness the Imperial Prince is really killed, he shouldn't be lying on the bed of Guan Ju Palace at this moment. I was also in a hurry just now.

Erhong's surprise at this time, as if he felt that he had broken through in the ghost gate, and came back from the dead.

"Brother Junki, what's wrong?"

Erhong hurriedly asked the crown princess.

When the crown princess hurriedly sent Zhu Di to the crown prince's mansion, she told the prince about the situation and briefly relayed a few words.

Of course, Zhu Di deliberately hidden, Zhu Zhanji missed the micro girl in a trance and was reprimanded, and then picked up the details of his life because of the micro girl's letter, so the people in the palace, except for Zhu Di, now no one knows the infatuated love of the imperial grandson for Sun Lingwei.

Of course, Wu Erhong wouldn't know.

"Girl, they all say, you are the most ghostly, what can you do to save the emperor's grandson, say it, there will be a heavy reward." The crown princess was also in a hurry at this time.

Erhong gently broke off the shirt covering Zhu Zhanji's wound and saw that the wound was inflamed and ulcerated, and then touched Zhu Zhanji's forehead, it was so hot!

It seems that in modern terms, inflammation is caused by wound infection, and a direct injection of penicillin, the high fever will be lowered immediately, and then a little anti-inflammatory drug such as aspirin can be taken orally to prevent wound infection.

But now, Erhong has become an ancient, and I don't know how to travel back and get a penicillin, what to do.

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