"Your Majesty! Emperor! ”

The little eunuch stumbled into the Qianqing Palace, and Shi Dong frowned: "It's not yet time, what's the matter in a panic?" The little eunuch trembled and pointed outside, and said with a shocked face: "Commander Shi, the Mei nobles of the cold palace have committed suicide!" Jingqin, who was beside the nobleman, was also martyred......"

Shi Dong was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly turned around and entered the hall.

Fu Zheng had already sat up in the bright yellow dragon couch, his face was not very good, "What's the matter?" Fu Zheng asked in a deep voice.

Shi Dong twisted his eyebrows and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, Guiren Mei is dead. ”

“……”

Fu Zheng was stunned for a moment, and he immediately ordered someone to serve Kuanyi and take the dragon to the cold palace. There was now a man living in this great cold palace—his former wife. It was really deserted, and there was only one tree in the courtyard, which had withered in the bleak autumn, and the leaves had withered, and the old branches were slanted, and there was no life.

The empty hall was so dark that no light could shine in. Someone had already carried the body to the bright room, and when he looked at it from a distance, the man was lying on the ground softly, his face covered with white silk, and he was silent.

Fu Zheng got down from the dragon and looked at the figure on the ground, as if something was stuffy in his heart, and he went inside in a daze.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid of colliding." Shi Dong blocked the way.

Fu Zheng waved his hand solemnly, walked in without saying a word, and walked into this deserted place that really cost people's lives.

The man on the ground changed into clean and plain clothes before he died. Now this plain dress is stained red with blood. I saw a hibiscus hairpin pierced into the chest, pierced deeply, and the blood spread along the hairpin layer after layer, as if the most gorgeous flower in the world had bloomed.

This kind of gorgeous burning into the bottom of his eyes, the heat was uncomfortable, Fu Zheng's body shook slightly, and he silently lifted the white silk on the man's face.

Under the white silk was the woman's silent face, pale and without any blood. This time, she didn't wear makeup, let alone extra jewelry, only a long black hair. She just lay there quietly, her eyes closed, rare and weak, neither sad nor happy, not arrogant or angry, but she would never open them again.

The slap was slammed down, and Fu Zheng felt more and more dizzy.

Mei Ru left, forced to death by him, by the words he told her last night.

Follow, your sister has entered the palace, she has treated you well since she was a child, and she is soft-hearted, I don't want her to be embarrassed.

Follow, the world is big, where else can you go? Nian Zhen and your husband and wife, you invite yourself to the cold palace......

She came to the cold palace, she was desperate, and then she was disheartened and stuck the hairpin into her chest.

Fu Zheng looked at it fixedly, and reached out to stroke her face. There was no warmth, no joy, sorrow, only coldness. Mei Ru is really gone...... With this thought, Fu Zheng's heart felt as if he had been stabbed by something, and he hugged the body on the ground that was already cold. Mei Ru leaned helplessly on his chest, her black hair hanging down, her hand sliding gently down her side, shaking and swinging, and there was no more life. Fu Zheng stroked her hair, but there was no response, it was still cold.

He hugged Mei Ru and walked out of the cold palace.

The warm autumn sun has risen, and now it is falling warmly, Mei Ru's face is still pale, as white as paper, even if she wipes more rouge, it is useless.

Fu Zheng lowered his eyes and looked at the woman in his arms, for a long time, raised his dark eyes, and walked out of the cold palace step by step with a stunned face.

"Your Majesty?" Shi Dong called tentatively.

Fu Zheng's figure paused slightly, and facing the front, he commanded in a dignified voice: "I want to stay with the queen for a while." ”

Empress?

Everyone was a little confused, and then they understood, and there was a little eunuch next to him shouting at the top of his voice: "The queen is dead, the queen is dead......"

The sound was piercing and noisy, like an arrow from the string, piercing straight through his chest, and Fu Zheng hugged the person in his arms more tightly. On both sides are dark red palace walls, green glazed tiles, he is dressed in bright yellow, and the figure at his feet is heavy, just holding his wife and leaving step by step.

The road outside the palace was already full of kneeling people, crying through the clouds and cracking stones, whimpering, it was really a sad song.

Fu Zheng's hand trembled slightly.

He didn't like the sound at all.

He lowered his eyes, and she was still leaning into his arms, closing her eyes peacefully. The plain skirt raised in the wind was dotted with stars, every drop was her blood, and every drop was the red plum she sacrificed to her. Fu Zheng watched quietly, and his inky black eyes suddenly turned red.

The scarlet color, tugging at the tip of his heart, was the blood that came from Ling Chi.

He didn't want to force her to death, but the two of them came to this point in a mess.

The man in his hand was very light, and it barely weighed much, not at all like the little girl he met that year. That year, the sky was full of spring. Seri, she sneaked a glance over, and it was a pair of eyes full of admiration. Fu Zheng has encountered many such eyes, but he has paid attention to this girl. Because he knew that she had just come out of the East Palace. So, Fu Zheng rarely paused and asked, are you from Meifu?

If he knew that Mei Ru would die tragically here today, maybe he wouldn't ask, wouldn't look, and just let her live.

At that moment, Mei Ru looked at her boldly, and her round face was flushed, red like a small peach ripe on a spring branch. She said "um", as if she had just remembered to greet her, so she hurriedly blessed her body: "Your Highness." Because of the panic, the golden hairpin full of hair shook and swayed, and it was very embarrassing, and there was no temperament of a noble girl.

Where is it like her sister?

Fu Zheng opened his eyes and looked at the East Palace from afar, his face was stunned.

In the autumn of that year, he occasionally passed by and rescued a girl from under the tiger's mouth, which was the first time Fu Zheng saw Mei Qian in his life. Even though the other party was beautiful and immortal, he didn't take it to heart. At that time, it was almost night, seeing Mei Qian huddled beside him to protect himself tightly, Fu Zheng endured the injury on his back, tried to get up and wanted to leave, and the clinker Mei Qian persuaded: "Your Highness, you are injured, don't move first." ”

Her voice was soft and soft, and Fu Zheng was stunned for a moment.

I saw the man come forward with his eyes down, squatting next to him, and gently wiping the wound on the man's back with his handkerchief.

The wound was a little painful, but her movements were light, gently brushing his wound...... Since his mother's death, Fu Zheng has never been treated so gently. His heart skipped a beat. In the dark night, he quietly turned his head and looked at the girl in front of him abruptly. She lowered her head, her eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and she wanted to be cared for.

That day, they couldn't wait for anyone to come to the rescue, Fu Zheng was injured again, and the two sat in the forest for a long time.

That kind of quiet night lingered beside her, Fu Zheng was afraid of damaging her reputation, so she stayed away. But looking at the figure from afar, he remembered those gentle hands again. That kind of gentleness is like his mother's embrace when he was a child, brushing over the tip of his cold and hard heart, directly priing open his heart, making people involuntarily soft.

Later, he learned that this girl's name was Mei Qian, and the night moon came to shine on it, and it was a very beautiful name.

After returning to Beijing, Fu Zheng met her again in Sixitang. Seeing this person again, seeing that gentle smile again, he was actually happy in his heart. This kind of happiness makes his heart move, and he can't help but get closer, and then all his thoughts are on her, and only her, and he can't tolerate others.

When she found that she seemed to have the same admiration for herself, Fu Zheng was delighted.

It's just that the prince at that time was also interested in her, and Fu Zheng was extremely worried, but fortunately, Mei Qian stayed in the mansion and didn't go anywhere. Fu Zheng always thought that it would be better to settle down earlier. But in the end, he is just a prince who is not favored, where has he ever won the crown prince? The old lady of the Dingguo Mansion also seemed to dislike him.

Fu Zheng was gloomy and painful, he couldn't marry his beloved girl after all, he watched her marry and become his sister-in-law.

Fu Zheng, I have never gotten anything in this life, my mother died early when I was a child, and now the girl I love is married to another woman. He is always losing, so he keeps trying to get it, he tries to get what he loses back, he is so stubborn and terrible.

In other words, Fu Zheng is a sword made of obsession, and he has been looking for the person he lost.

So in the spring of the sky. When Seli saw Mei Ru and saw the third girl from Mei Mansion, he suddenly wanted to marry her.

This is the most impulsive thing Fu Zheng does.

He could have retreated and married Zhou Suqing, but his heart was full of his sister-in-law, and he had no choice. He is such a calm person, after all, he can't survive this bitter pass, or perhaps, he really cares too much about the rare tenderness in life - his life is obscure, only that person will smile at him.

Fu Zheng married Mei Ru.

The moment she lifted her hijab, Mei Ru quietly looked up at him, the woman was timid, delicate, and a little shy.

At this glance, Fu Zheng knew that he was wrong, and he was ridiculously wrong.

This is not what he wants at all, she can't replace the position of the person in her heart at all, even if she is her sister! But this person was also married back by his own hands, and he put it in front of him, reminding him every moment how stupid he was, how ridiculous he was, and how sorry he was for her......

On the night of the wedding, Fu Zheng was rarely drunk, and he didn't even want or bear to set foot in the new house, but for two days, he lost his temper with her.

He lost his temper a lot, and Mei Ru only stood there in a daze, a little at a loss.

In this person, Fu Zheng was able to pick out a hundred dissatisfaction points, a hundred things that he hated more and more the more he looked at them, such as arrogance, promiscuity and pettiness; For example, indiscriminately, indiscriminately punishing people, and for example, she has no self-knowledge, she doesn't understand the flattering scenes of those people, and she happily remembers them in her heart; Also, there are no rules and manners, every time she enters the palace, she is always picked on by Queen Li, so many princesses are together, when she loves to eat the most, and her mouth does not stop...... He really didn't want to see her. But in a blink of an eye, the two of them still have to go in and out of pairs together, Fu Zheng needs this woman to do superficial work, and he has to be good to her. That kind of good, luring Meiru moths to the fire.

Fu Zheng felt that he was terrible.

He went out to fight and did not return to Beijing all year round. Unexpectedly, Mei Ru chased after her with a side.

At that time, he had just come down from the battlefield and heard Shi Dongyu report that the princess was coming, Fu Zheng frowned, and saw a person smiling out of the camp. "Lord Wang!" She called out to him, beckoned, and smiled at him.

Fu Zheng calmed his face and scolded coldly: "Go back quickly!" ”

After being reprimanded by him, Mei Ru stopped laughing, she snorted, turned and walked into his tent.

It was rare for the two to sleep together at night, she hugged him from behind, lowered her figure, and called him softly, Lord Wang.

Fu Zheng knew what she meant, and he always owed her in this kind of thing, but Fu Zheng still coldly reprimanded: "I have to march tomorrow, don't make any noise." ”

Mei Ru stopped talking, she snorted again, and turned her back to herself.

But Fu Zheng knew that she would never be angry with him for more than three days, and she would find a step for herself after three days.

At that time, it was Meiru who came to him with great pains and followed their big men to ride around. They walked fast, and the roots of Meiru's thighs were worn out, and they didn't say much in front of outsiders. It's just that the husband and wife are at night, and she is rarely coquettish: "Lord, my leg hurts." Fu Zheng glanced at her coldly and went out to find a military doctor. Mei Ru is ashamed, how can this kind of place be shown to the military doctor? She blasted the doctor away and got angry with him for the rest of the night.

Fu Zheng actually understands that he is just pretending to be deaf and dumb, his heart is closed, and he can't tolerate another person, he doesn't even have extra love, and he won't give it to her.

originally thought that the two of them would live like this for the rest of their lives, but Clinker Meiru finally found out that he was dirty.

Fu Zheng was embarrassed.

She went back to Meifu and clamored for peace. She has such a hard temperament, all the grievances can be endured, but she can't stand this truth, Mei Ru is really red-eyed.

Three days passed, and she did not return.

Fu Zheng knew that Mei Ru was determined this time, and at this moment, he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, but he was a little empty. For the two of them, he thought, this would be a relief.

However, Emperor Yanchang knew about the two of them and called the two into the palace, so he naturally trained Fu Zheng first and persuaded him to make peace.

Mei Ru didn't want to turn back at all, and Emperor Yanchang asked, "What the hell is it that has come to this point?" Mei Ru paused, knelt down straight and said: "Father, the son has committed seven crimes, and he can't give birth to an heir for His Royal Highness." ”

Fu Zheng looked at her in a daze, as if he had been beaten with a slap.

This time it was so big, but they didn't get along after all. Meiru is pregnant. When Meifu sent someone to deliver the news, Fu Zheng was stunned. He went to Meifu to pick her up. The two men sat in the carriage, silent for a while. In that oppressive silence, Mei Ru suddenly cried. He patted her on the shoulder, and Mei Ru turned around, and his hand fell into the air...... Looking at his hands, Fu Zheng lost his mind.

Then, the child was gone.

If he had been in the house that day, nothing would have happened. However, the crown prince was ordered to leave Beijing, and news came from the East Palace that the crown princess had a difficult birth and suffered a blood collapse. Mei Qian has been snubbed by the prince in recent years, with the title of a crown princess, ridiculed, it is easy to get pregnant, but it is so difficult...... Fu Zheng couldn't rest assured of the person in his heart, so he quietly arranged for the imperial doctor to go over and wait outside for another night. He didn't dare to let anyone know about this, not even Shi Dong knew his whereabouts.

When Fu Zheng returned home early in the morning, he found that his flesh and blood were gone.

Mei Ru was lying there with a pale face, her eyes were good, and she stared at him, "Lord Wang, where have you been?" She asked.

Fu Zheng didn't speak.

Mei Ru suddenly laughed miserably: "You must have visited the second sister." ”

"Fu Zheng, I hate you to death." She told him so sadly.

She kept crying, crying all the time, and those tears flowed into his heart, this time, Fu Zheng was at a loss.

Since then, Mei Ru's body has fallen ill, and she is too lazy to see him again, let alone take the initiative to find him, and she has stuffed all kinds of women in his room. Fu Zheng lost his temper with her, and Mei Ru was only faint, and she was no longer as careful as she was at the beginning.

The two of them are such a couple.

One year, Fu Zheng almost died on the battlefield, and when he was lying there looking at the blue sky, he suddenly didn't want to die, he had to go back, go back and see...... The people of the house. He struggled to save his life and came back, dusty and wounded. But the man just sat down with him, and then retreated back to his room.

Fu Zheng glanced at her and lowered his eyes gloomily.

Mei Ru likes to listen to music, and most of the singers rewarded by Emperor Yanchang went to Mei Ru's courtyard. When Fu Zheng was not at home, Mei Ru asked them to sing songs to herself. However, a few days later, when Fu Zheng returned home from the palace, he heard the sound of silk and bamboo in the garden behind. He walked over quietly, and saw Mei Ru leaning on the chaise longue, closing her eyes, and it was rare to be quiet.

For some reason, he suddenly thought that that year, when she came to look for him on the battlefield, she probably slept next to him like this.

Fu Zheng watched quietly, and Mei Ru suddenly opened her eyes. The two looked at each other from a distance, and Mei Ru calmly got up and saluted him.

It is rare for the two to set up a meal in the garden, and it is rare for them to eat a meal calmly.

Fu Zheng asked, "Have you been feeling better lately?" ”

Mei Ru let out a "hmm" and said, "I heard Shi Dong say that His Highness was seriously injured this time?" ”

Hearing her soft words of concern, Fu Zheng's heart suddenly tightened, and he said, "It's an injury." "It's rare to have a soft voice.

Mei Ru nodded, and said: "Your Highness, you really have to be taken care of by someone, and I am in charge of taking a concubine for you." She nodded her chin as she spoke.

Fu Zheng frowned and looked over, and saw a beautiful woman wearing a silver gauze coming from afar, soft and weak, delicate and pitiful...... Fu Zheng suddenly understood, this was Mei Ru's pick according to her second sister's appearance! Fu Zheng suddenly sneered, he didn't say a word, and left with his sleeves brushed up.

Now that he knows that he has her second sister in his heart, she is still like this, and she is actually rushing to provoke people for him?

Fu Zheng frowned in annoyance, he really didn't want to see her annoying appearance again.

He became more and more busy, until Emperor Yanchang died, and Fu Zheng led the army to force the palace to hang the prince directly. At that time, Mei Qian's body was tortured more and more unbearable, and she was holding scissors in her hand and preparing to die for the prince's funeral. Fu Zheng sat on the edge of the bed, snatched the scissors away, he looked at her, sighed, and said, "I came to take you into the palace." "This is the person in his heart, he has been looking for so long, and finally found her.

"Please don't torture me!" Mei Qian wept, "If there is an afterlife......

Fu Zheng's eyes were stunned, and he said, "I know what you're worried about, she'll be fine." ”

After the abolition of the paper, the edict was lowered, and Mei Ru was demoted to a nobleman.

Knowing that the second sister was taken into the palace by him, Mei Ru knelt there, and said expressionlessly, "Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations", and said: "Your Majesty, the concubine invites herself out of the palace." ”

Fu Zheng was silent, just staring at her. But Meiru is still like that, not sad or complaining. She was completely dead, and she just wanted to leave him...... Fu Zheng suddenly sneered.

She is his wife, and she can only stay by his side for the rest of her life, and she will never be able to go anywhere else.

He won't let her go.

Even if she didn't have him in her heart, he would keep her where he could see it.

"Follow, the world is big, where else can you go?" Fu Zheng asked her coldly. Seeing that Mei Ru's complexion finally changed, he felt a trace of painful comfort in his heart, Fu Zheng said more and more cruelly: "Follow the rules, Nian Zhen and your husband and wife, you invite yourself to the cold palace." ”

Mei Ru knelt on the ground for a moment, her face pale, and soon, she returned to normal. She said with a dead face: "The concubine has the order." ”

Jingqin helped her up. Her body and bones have not been good lately, and she has been a little unsteady on her feet when she has suffered from the cold. Mei Ru shook slightly, and then held Jingqin's hand to stand firm. In the end, she glanced at Fu Zheng resolutely, and said, "The concubine has retired." ”

Mei Ru just left.

Leaving him forever.

Holding her cool body, Fu Zheng's eyes were full of scarlet. It was a heart-piercing pain, a knife cut on the heart, even if he was drenched in blood, but it couldn't change her to open her eyes.

He suddenly thought of that year, Mei Ru came out of the tent and smiled at him crisply.

Mei Ru loves to eat, so her face is round, her facial features are mediocre, and she is only white. She laughed, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, although she was not as beautiful as a fairy, but she was also coquettish. She suffered so much for him, suffered so many sins, and lost a child. Now, she was relieved and cold in his arms.

She was left alone.

Fu Zheng pulled her hair again, his fingertips stroked her face little by little, and he gently called "Xunxun".

No one in the world should answer this name.

This taste is heart-wrenching, and it's really uncomfortable.

Fu Zheng buried his face in her neck socket and cried silently. He walked and went to a distant and cold place alone, not knowing whether he was doing well or not.

However, a few days later, Mei Qian, who was brought into the palace, also died.

Empress Zhaoci's coffin was parked in the palace for a month, and then the funeral was carried out, and Emperor Yongjia personally supported the coffin and buried it in Dongling.

Fu Zheng never set up a concubine in his life, nor did he leave any heirs, and later forced by the ministers, he succeeded a young son of Fu Zhao as the prince. In the last year, Fu Zheng drove his own expedition and died on the battlefield.

When he died, Fu Zheng was still looking at the sky, the sky was blue, and the sky was full of spring, he seemed to be back in that year, the man secretly looked over, his face was flushed, like a ripe peach, which made him want to kiss it.

She smiled and called him the king.

Fu Zheng was about to die, he opened his mouth, those two words were on his lips, but there was no way to say them again.

There was blood and tears under his eyes, and Fu Zheng closed his eyes heavily. At this moment, his heart was extremely calm, because he could finally see her.

He didn't want her to leave again.

He wants to love her and love her......

After the death of Emperor Yongjia, he was buried with Empress Zhaoci in Dongling, and the stone gate was closed forever.