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"Father!" Zhu Youji's body couldn't help but straighten up. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hehe......" Emperor Chenghua smiled weakly, and suddenly, coughed violently.

He coughed very violently, and as he coughed, the corners of his mouth overflowed with a trace of blood foam, spraying on the bed, bright, piercing people's eyes.

After coughing, Emperor Chenghua suddenly withered, and the light on his face suddenly dissipated, and his body fell heavily on the bed, and the gray color suddenly climbed onto Emperor Chenghua's face.

"Father!"

Zhu Youzhu couldn't restrain himself anymore, he knelt forward, held Emperor Chenghua's hand hard, and tears kept sliding down the corners of his eyes.

Growing so big, Zhu Youzhu has never cried, and the last time she cried was when Concubine Ji Shu died.

"Child ......" Emperor Chenghua couldn't speak, but he still supported it, word by word, and said with difficulty, "Zhang Yan's bracelet, my father handed it over to you, you decide what to do with it." ”

"Zhen'er's ashes, half of them, will be buried with me, and the other half will ......" Emperor Chenghua's eyes were already closed, "sprinkled on the ...... Sprinkle on ......"

After the last three words came out, Emperor Chenghua fell heavily on the dragon bed, and his eyes never opened again.

Immersed in the memories, unconsciously, Zhu Youzhu pressed the hand of the coffin, adding several points of strength, and the heavy wood of the coffin hurt his hand.

And this kind of pain also made Zhu Youzhu sober up a little, he stared at Emperor Chenghua's coffin for a while, gritted his teeth, and turned around and walked to another imperial mausoleum.

That was the mausoleum of his grandfather, Ming Yingzong Zhu Qizhen.

And so it was!

And so it was!

After walking out of the imperial mausoleum, Zhu Youzhu turned to look at Ming Yingzong's mausoleum, and a trace of unspeakable bitterness floated on the corner of his mouth.

Before Emperor Chenghua died, he told Zhu Youzhu about the conversation with Wan Qizhen in great detail, and especially told Zhu Youzhu to take a look at the tomb of Ming Yingzong.

Let's see if what Wan Qizhen said about Ming Yingzong and Queen Qian is the truth.

Emperor Chenghua, he didn't have the physical strength or the courage to see the truth, what was going on, he would rather not know what to do, so he went to Jiuquan.

However, he hoped that Zhu Youzhu would take a look.

And Zhu Youji, who came out of the mausoleum of Ming Yingzong, thought about the scene he had just seen in the imperial mausoleum, and the corners of his mouth were uncontrollable wry smiles.

In fact, when he didn't go to the mausoleum of Ming Yingzong, Zhu Youzhu had already guessed that what Wan Qizhen said should be true.

He was raised by the Empress Dowager Zhou, and he knows the character of the Empress Dowager Zhou very well, and it is not surprising that the Empress Dowager Zhou did such a thing.

Going to the Imperial Mausoleum is nothing more than a little luck, and after coming out of the Imperial Mausoleum, this bit of luck is gone.

"Zhen'er told me that she didn't know, what was it like for her to follow me in this life?" Emperor Chenghua's dying words still echoed in his ears, "When you are alive, you are not the only one, and after you die, whether you can be in the same hole is no longer a deceased person, you can decide." ”

Zhu Youji's hand was clenched tightly, and the steps of the mausoleum became very heavy, and every time he took a step, it seemed that there were thousands of catties of stones tied to his feet.

In my heart, many emotions are boiling and flying, and the brain is suddenly blank due to the interweaving of various emotions.

"Yuki!"

When he was about to walk to the door of the imperial tomb, Zhu Youzhu heard Zhang Yan's voice.

Zhu Youzhu looked up and saw Zhang Yan, standing at the door of the imperial mausoleum, his eyes that had been looking at him suddenly lit up the moment he saw him.

"Yuji, I'm here." Zhang Yan waved at Zhu Youji.

The Imperial Mausoleum, no matter how luxurious and majestic, is also located in the underground connected to the Yellow Spring, such a place, the surrounding air, is gloomy and cold, in such a cold air, around, except for dim, can not see anything, hope and bright colors.

And Zhang Yan is bathed in the sun, such a flexible figure of life, just waiting for herself like this, just waving at herself like this, the world seems to be bright.

Zhu Youji's eyes burst out with a warm light, and the pace couldn't help but speed up.

When he walked in front of Zhang Yan, Zhu Youzhu suddenly stretched out his hand, hard, tightly, and hugged Zhang Yan into his arms.

The arm that encircled Zhang Yan's waist, with a heavy, mixed with the strength of imprisoning determination, Zhu Youzhu rested his chin on Zhang Yan's shoulder, and slowly closed his eyes.

Such a sudden hug startled Zhang Yan, but immediately, her body softened, stretched out her hand, backhanded, and gently hugged Zhu Youji's back.

"Youji......" Zhang Yan's voice was very soft, gentle, and even with a bit of comforting force, "Youji, I'm here, I'm here." ”

At this time, Zhang Yan didn't know what to say, and what to say, it seems, didn't make much sense.

Any verbal comfort is pale, and what can be done is quietly accompanied.

Zhu Youzhu hugged Zhang Yan and smiled softly, his smiling eyes were full of inseparable affection and tenderness.

After a thousand rounds in his heart, Zhu Youzhu gently let go of Zhang Yan, held Zhang Yan's hand, and frowned: "Why are your hands so cold?" How long have you been standing at the door? ”

"It didn't take long." Zhang Yan smiled, "It won't take long for you to go in!" ”

Zhu Youzhu was stunned for a moment, and looked at Zhang Yan's gaze, which became a little more enthusiastic.

What does Zhang Yan mean...... How long did he enter the mausoleum, Zhang Yan, just wait at the door.

The emotions were staggered, and Zhu Youzhi held Zhang Yan's hand with the strength of silently, adding a few points.

The eyes that were originally full of affection and tenderness, a little bit, were dyed with a bit of inevitable, possessive desire.

Ah Yan, how can I let go of you like this?

I don't want to let go.

"Okay, it's going to blow a little wind, it's okay." Zhang Yan smiled and withdrew her hand from Zhu Youji's hand, "Where am I so weak, I will fall after a while when the wind blows." ”

"Not next time." Zhu Youzhu persistently held Zhang Yan's withdrawn hand, rubbed it gently, and tried to warm Zhang Yan's hand with his body temperature.

Zhang Yan smiled, did not refuse, and let Zhu Youzhu hold his hand.

"Yuji, do you know where the scenery is better?" After her hands gradually warmed up, Zhang Yan spoke softly, "Can you take me to this place with a good view?" ”

"My sister didn't say anything, but I want to ......" Zhang Yan lowered her head and looked at the urn in her hand, "I think she should, she would like to sleep in a beautiful place." (To be continued.) )