Back in the annex, Yuan Lingjun had already bathed and changed his clothes, and was sitting on the upper seat at this time, leaning on a few seats, looking helplessly at Cai Mengjun, the minister who followed him to Beijing this time, and drowsiness gradually hit.

Cai Mengjun glanced at it slightly, and continued: "Your Majesty's dragon body is really a gratifying and congratulatory event, but if the lord has nothing to do at this time, it will be inappropriate, and please enter the palace early tomorrow morning to treat the illness as a matter of fact." ”

"Oh?"

"The sovereign did not stay in Zitai to serve the illness, which has already attracted criticism, and if he does not show up, I am afraid that someone will take the opportunity to participate in the impeachment, and trouble will follow one after another......"

The autumn rain has not stopped, and a few birdsongs can be heard from time to time under the eaves. Yuan Lingjun listened attentively to Cai Mengjun's words, and gradually expressed impatience.

On the corridor, the maid carried a lantern in front of the way, Kunjiao walked quickly through the corridor, came to the door of the guest room, knocked on the door and asked, "Lord, it's time to take medicine?" ”

"Okay, come in." It couldn't have come at a better time. Yuan Ling opened his eyes and sat down on the seat. Kunjiao brought in the prepared medicinal soup.

Yuan Lingjun held the soup bowl with one hand, knocked his knee with the other, and glanced at Cai Mengjun: "Cai Qing, you understand what you said." After this time, His Majesty will definitely live a long life, and I will definitely not have a chance to kill him in this life, oh! Maybe His Majesty will live long enough to be the emperor of his grandchildren. ”

"My lord, please don't say anything unlucky." Cai Mengjun persuaded on the ground. Yuan Lingjun bluntly said that he never cared about the left and right, and as a subordinate, he felt deeply frightened.

"Life and death are in heaven, can you change the will of heaven if you don't say it? Hahaha......" Yuan Lingjun laughed, and after laughing, he shouted loudly, "Kunjiao." ”

"The little maid is here." Kunjiao leaned out and waited for her master to give orders.

Yuan Lingjun put down the empty medicine bowl and rubbed his hands back and forth on his knees: "Prepare for the public service, I will enter the palace tomorrow to say hello." ”

Kunjiao withdrew in response, and she suddenly stopped when she just walked to the door. At the stone arch, several people braved the rain to come, and the dim and bright torch illuminated their vague and hurried figures.

The servant led one of them to the light under the door of the guest room, and the rest saw that the one who came was dressed as an attendant and a rain coat outside, like a court envoy.

The envoy's expression was hurried, and before the rain had faded, he saluted Yuan Lingjun first: "King, the princess's coffin will arrive in Beijing the day after tomorrow." ”

After delivering the message, the envoy led the envoy out of the annex.

The smile on the corner of Yuan Lingjun's mouth did not decrease, but his eyes were fixed on the hazel tree in the court. Cai Mengjun was chattering endlessly about the places that should be noticed at the princess's funeral, Yuan Lingjun nodded, but he didn't listen to a word.

The rain outside seemed to have stopped.

In the autumn of the twenty-fifth year of Yuanyou, the king of Jin recovered from his illness, the princess's coffin returned from Beisai, the courtiers mourned and mourned, and the palace people were dressed in clothes.

The sky in Kyoto was blue, and the main street was crowded with ordinary people who had come to see them off. In a few moments, the coffin hearse of the princess of Yongguo will pass by, and they have been waiting here early in the morning, wanting to see off this brave and warlike princess of the empire who deeply understands the suffering of the people on her last journey.

Ninety thousand people drove a carriage slowly on the road.

Yuan Lingjun looked at the main street, as white as snow, excited, his eyes slightly red, obviously having cried. Yuan Lingjun didn't know if he was sad or sad, whether it was for another princess of the Jin Kingdom who had died, or for the sister of a fellow mother.

The people of Lin'an have not yet woken up from the sober joy of the king of a country, and fell into the sorrow of the princess's death, since the princess's coffin entered the city gate, thousands of empty alleys, Lin'an main road crying. On the way back to Beijing, many people paid their respects, but the grand occasion at this time infected the soldiers who returned from Fuling, and they cried loudly in the marching procession.

As far as the country is concerned, the princess who has made great achievements in war has become strong enough to become the king of the future generations they aspire to, although the idea is very contradictory, but the chaos caused by the party struggle has forced the people to hold such illusions, but today, their illusions have been shattered.

Emperor Yuanyou, who had just recovered from his illness, came to the city gate in person, and the prime minister led hundreds of officials to kneel to greet him, and then, Emperor Yuanyou personally supported the coffin, and mourned for a long time in the mourning hall of the princess's mansion, several sisters of the princess took off their gorgeous clothes and hairpin rings, and knelt in front of the spirit in their clothes, and the whole princess's mansion held their breath and mourned solemnly.

"Wu'er Lingyan ......" The shrill female voice pierced the silence of the early morning.

Huo Guifei, who rushed to the princess's mansion, patted the coffin and cried silently.

Although Huo Guifei is not the biological mother of the princess of Yongguo, she has raised the princess for many years, and the lack of blood is better than her own life, the emperor is afraid that she will be sad, and will hide the matter of the banquet for some time, until the coffin enters Beijing, she was shocked to hear the news, and rushed over with the support of Princess Tongqing, cried for a while, was too sad, and fainted to death in the hall.

The maid helped Huo Guifei into the side room, wiped her face and fed water, after Huo Guifei woke up, her eyes were a little dull, and the maid who was close to her comforted her and advised her to take care of her body.

Huo Guifei cried: "Isn't this forcing Sanniang to death!" "Why did the court, which was full of generals, send a female stream to the north to defend the enemy, so that the banquet was still young, and even the heirs would not have time to stay, so they would sleep in the cold underground. Every time she thought of this, Huo Guifei was very sad and angry, and she couldn't understand the emperor's decision.

Ling Yan was forced to leave her biological mother at a young age, but this adoptive mother was sincere to her.

Listening to the cry next door, Yuan Lingjun slowly lowered his head: "What things did she explain before she died?" ”

The man opposite was silent for a while, his eyes flushed: "The princess was unconscious, and in the end she only said one sentence, and the princess said: 'What Liu Niang can do, King Changshan can't do. ’”

He was the lieutenant general beside the princess, and the only person the princess had asked for when she was dying, and the princess asked him to convey this advice to King Changshan.

The bamboo trees will not bloom, the river will not flow backwards, and the day will never come when the sisters will release their suspicions.

Yuan Lingjun hated Ling Yan's farewell, and also resented the cold-blooded and ruthless emperor's family, if there was no emperor's edict, Ling Yan was still guarding the southwest, how could he die in the bleak Beisai. Is this the cursed fate of the children of the royal family? Yuan Lingjun finally fell to the ground and cried.

Suddenly, the cry next door echoed, and the sad atmosphere filled every corner of the princess's mansion.

The princess was most relieved of her sister when she was alive, and she would be glad to see it. General Mang, who had followed the princess for many years, also silently shed tears.

After crying for a while, Huo Guifei gradually stopped crying and asked her henchman maid to comfort the man for a few words. How many people would really cry for her? Those who can grieve over the death of Ling Yan are certainly the ones who receive his favor.

When the maid arrived at the door of the next room, she knocked on the door three times, and asked the people inside softly: "The concubine is entrusted by the master to take the liberty of greeting, and the lady is crying here, why is it so sad?" ”

The crying in the house stopped, and a girl's voice came out: "Life and death are normal things for people, and they should be treated normally. However, there is a tablet for my sister in the hall, telling me how not to be sad. ”

The maid passed the original words back, and Huo Guifei already knew the identity of the other party, and she was even more sad.

Autumn is bleak, people seem small, and life is even more helpless.

Yuan Lingjun left the side house with red eyes and walked alone to a courtyard full of begonias.

Under the large field of begonia flowers, two children chased back and forth, their innocent smiles contrasted with the faces of the hall pretending to be mournful. A short time a woman came out of the house, looked left and right, reprimanded the children, and carried them back to the wing room in a panic. Yuan Lingjun also left this place quickly.

What a naïve child, what a jealous child. Yuan Lingjun and Ling Yan also have such good years, even if they can't meet often, the friendship that blood is thicker than water will not be stranded with the changes of time. On the day of returning to the sect, her father gave her a jade-topped black horse, Lingyan also likes the good horse of Yong, but the jade-topped black-horse is the only one, she endured the pain and gave it to Lingyan, a good saddle with a horse, a horse with a hero, Lingyan rode a jade-topped black-horse across the north and south, famous, in just three or four years, it became a well-known heroine of women and children in the Southern Dynasty, and the savior in the hearts of the people.

The invincible general princess actually has unknown secrets, a marriage that looks like a god, and the fulfillment of swallowing her anger, her lifelong favorite horse Li Ciming knelt in front of the coffin, tears flowing.

The little boy next to him was also wiping his face, sobbing breathlessly, tears streaming down his face, and he was in a mess.

Suddenly, the girl in Chinese clothes, who entered the mourning hall at some point, grabbed Xiao Tong's arm, covered him under his sleeve and quietly led him out of the mourning hall.

In the autumn before the court, the important ministers of the court were discussing the burial of the princess of Yongguo, and they were arguing endlessly about whether the princess should be buried in the imperial tomb or the tomb of the Li family.

Yuan Lingjun grabbed Xiao Tong's collar angrily: "You are the son of the princess of Yongguo, aren't you?" ”

The child continued to wipe away tears from her sadness, and was in no mood to deal with her.

Yuan Lingjun was a little annoyed, tugged at his clothes, and pretended to be fierce: "I'm asking you, if you dare to ignore it, you will look good, answer quickly." ”

"What the Jin people know, are you the only one who doesn't know? The princess has no heirs at all. Yuan Lingjun's capriciousness made the child frightened, so he had to whisper, "I am the orphan of the Lian family adopted by the princess." ”

Yuan Lingjun loosened his collar, lifted his sleeves to wipe away the tears on the child's face, and picked him up hard.

"Good boy, then you sue me, who are those children who live in the backyard?"

"It's the son of Li Juma and Liu." The boy confessed to her.

The deep love between husband and wife is actually a gorgeous cloak of lies, and it must have been Ling Yan who couldn't bear it after realizing the truth, so he didn't take Li Ciming to Beisai, and Yuan Lingyan was already dead at that time.

"Don't cry. Although I am not her biological son, I am still your sixth aunt. Yuan Lingjun smiled, she patted the back of Xiao Tong's head, put him on the ground, and walked straight in one direction, "Follow me." ”