Qiuchen has not received complete care and love from his parents since he was a child, maybe the people around him gave them a little love, but after all, it is not one-to-one, and there is no way to compare with the complete love of his parents.

Qiuchen has no one around him, no one to share anything, and no one to share. When he was a child, he was also lonely, confused, frightened, and closed himself. But the heart is very longing for someone to rely on, and even in adulthood, the heart is as dependent on people as it was when I was a child. And this dependence will often be out of degree, and if you identify a person who can make him dependent, you will show complete possessiveness and take possession of every penny of this person. For example, the cat boy who followed Qiuchen.

Unlike children who are usually not accompanied by their parents, Qiuchen is very assertive, assertive, and strong, but also rational and lacks human feelings, sometimes weak, dependent, eager to care and considerate of others. But he hides it very well and never reveals it to outsiders, even in front of his own father, he disguises himself as a good boy who doesn't have to worry about his father.

But no matter how he pretended to be, he was still a child who lacked love, and his heart was still extremely lacking in the care of his relatives. He didn't know what would become of him when his father was gone.

When the time comes, no one will allow him to be weak, no one will be able to give him a harbor to cry on, no one will be able to turn him back into a child.

Feng Qiao didn't know what his son was thinking.

But it's rare to have both dharmas in the world.

"Qiuchen, do you know why I delayed the effect of the medicine?" Feng Qiao asked.

Qiuchen shook his head, one more delay would be more painful, he didn't know why his father did this.

"Because...... I want to experience the pain of your mother's life, and I want to know how much pain it is that she didn't endure it...... It hurts so much...... It really hurts...... In the past few years, people have told me that it will be fine after a while, and then they will start to comfort me in the same way, but who knows how difficult it was for me. I figured it out countless times a day, I couldn't figure it out many times, I persevered countless times, and I broke down countless times. What is it like to miss it to the extreme, I once put her favorite hairpin beside me, just when she was around, I woke up one night and saw the hairpin, as if I saw her, and then fell asleep, it was the kind of hazy dream that she seemed to come back to me, and then consciousness took me out of the dream and immediately touched whether there was anyone next to me. This is probably because the longing is deep in the bone marrow, and I don't even want to let go of the dream. I really don't want to go on like this. ”

Feng Qiao's hand had begun to rot, and black blood was flowing out, but he refused to cry out in pain.

The night of death smeared like ink in the room.

“…… I can't imagine how she could endure such pain, or twice...... What can I do...... I couldn't do anything, I could only hold her in confusion and hold her in my arms in horror, as if this would prevent the bull from snatching her. The howling wind was so raging that night...... So crazy...... The big willow tree in the yard was blown like a madwoman, and she left in such weather...... She must have been scared, scared...... I hugged her and listened to how painful she was, and in that short quarter of an hour, I felt like a year had passed...... So long. ”

Feng Qiao fell into a deep memory, even his eyes were panicked, his lips trembled, and he recalled the nightmare he had never dared to recall.

"My Yu'er is very strong, she endured it at first, and then finally she couldn't help it, she opened her eyes and cried and said to me, Feng Qiao, I hurt. One word, five words, almost tears my heart apart. My feather, a feather as beautiful and flawless as a magnolia, tell me that she hurts...... It really hurts, and I can't stand the pain before I say it...... When she was beaten to death, she didn't shed a single tear, and she didn't say a word, such a Yu'er, said to me, Feng Qiao, I hurt. I couldn't imagine how much it hurt, and I just watched her suffer...... Qiuchen, do you know what it's like to be open, it's a feeling of wanting to suffer for her but not being able to help at all, I hate myself!! ”

"That night it was stormy, and the roof tiles were blown off by the wind. Huang Yu lay in my arms, opened her eyes, her eyes were soft and warm, she looked at me like that, as if she couldn't see enough, tears fell from her eyes. She is nostalgic for this world, and I know she doesn't want to go. She said, Feng Qiao, I'm in so much pain, I just want to die like this. But Feng Qiao, how can I be willing? What are you going to do when I'm dead? She said, "Oh my God, let me spend more time with him, even if it's a quarter of an hour longer."

My phoenix feather, in order to accompany me for a quarter of an hour longer, endured the pain of this fire burning my bones, and forcibly endured not to make a sound. ”

The candle flame licked and burned along the broken lamp rope, as if every inch burned, Feng Qiao's life passed one more minute.

Feng Qiao opened his mouth, and finally came back to his senses and said softly to Qiuchen, "Child, don't cry, this is a relief for me, do you remember what I told you......"

Qiuchen just nodded, nodding desperately, unable to say anything.

One last look.

Feng Qiao's eyes suddenly brightened as if he had returned to the light, he sighed for the last time, and said with emotion: "No matter how prosperous the process is, in the end, it still can't change the ending of the song." Children, when you are twenty years old, don't spend energy and time to hesitate and entangle what choice is the best, because no one knows, if you have an idea, you should boldly try, feel a different life, read more, and make more friends, so that after the age of thirty, you can live the life you want calmly......"

When he got to the back, Feng Qiao didn't even have the strength to grab the wood, his lips and eyelids were blue and black, and he could only call in a low voice, Huang Yu, Huang Yu......

His father, who had been proud all his life, quietly turned into a pool of blood in the dim light, like a bird whose wings had been broken by life, and finally his clothes fell wide, leaving no blood or water.

In the silence, the sound of the golden hairpin falling was particularly obvious.

Click-

The hairpin made of gold fell to the ground and broke alive, and the cause began and perished, as if everything had settled with this hairpin.

Feng Qiao and Huang Yu finally died in the same place - the Cold Ice Pavilion. This hall carries the love and hatred of the first emperor and most of his life, and the new emperor has also grown into a new generation of Ming monarchs in this hall.

Emperor Taishang, the emperor died as a national mourning, and the whole country mourned for seven days. The people wore linen and filial piety, white hats and white clothes. From the day of the emperor's death, civil and military officials and all the common people were not allowed to have fun for 100 days, slaughtered for 49 days, and married for a month.

After the emperor died, he had to choose an auspicious time to be buried, and the body should be covered with a dhara sutra quilt on the day of the small burial. The Dhara Sutra is paid tribute by the living Buddha, made with Bai Lingzi, and the Sanskrit Sutra printed with bronzing is yellow satin woven gold, five-color Sanskrit, each of which has a living Buddha who has recited the Sutra and held a mantra.

The coffin used by the emperor is made of golden silk nanmu, which is extremely elaborate and luxuriously decorated. After it is made, it should be brushed with 7749 lacquers inside and out. After the funeral, the coffin was parked in the Qianqing Palace, and the Danjing was placed outside the palace gate.

After the death of the emperor, the courtiers mourned for 27 days, and within 27 days, the emperor could not use the red pen to approve the courtiers, and all changed to a blue pen, which was the first time that the new emperor used a blue pen to correct the folds, and it was also the last time.

But there was nothing unusual about him, he didn't look at things and people, and he didn't look at the blue pen in a daze, but as usual, he seriously corrected the twists and turns, and did not pause at all because of the change in the color of the pen.

During the mourning period, the temples and temples rang the bells 30,000 times. The imperial court held a ceremony to issue the edict in front of the palace. Chanting and condolence activities are also continuously carried out throughout the mourning period.

Except for the new emperor, no one knows if there is anyone in the coffin.

The new emperor calmly controlled everything for the first emperor, and his expression was as usual throughout the whole process, without great compassion or shedding a single tear.

Qiuchen has grown up to be a qualified heir in the eyes of everyone.

Seeing that the new emperor was not drowsy because of the death of the first emperor, everyone breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts. They believe that the emperor should be like this, ruthless and heartless, and nothing can be more important than national affairs. The first emperor is an amorous emperor, the queen has been groggy after her death, and finally died because of heart disease, if the new emperor is also like this, the next days of the feudal country will be very worrying.

Fortunately, the new emperor is not the same as the first emperor.

Only the blue-eyed boy could see that Qiuchen was not as calm as he appeared.

Qiuchen quietly handled his father's funeral, he knew that he was very tired and tired now, but he also knew that he couldn't fall, this was the last wealth left to him by his father and mother, and it was the country that his father fought with his life.

He had to take care of it.

Twenty-seven days later, the new emperor stood on the palace wall and watched the coffin of the first emperor walk out of the palace and go to the imperial tomb, where he was buried together.

There are a large number of monks, Taoist priests, nuns, Taoist aunts and lamas in the funeral procession, who wear Dharma robes and hold law enforcement instruments, and constantly play and chant sutras along the way. Along the way, there is also a group dedicated to throwing paper money, and after the team, the paper money on the ground is like a heavy snowfall. The voice was fluttering and miserable, and the funeral procession walked out of the gate of the capital, and the autumn sun standing on the palace wall could be heard.

The blue-eyed young man heard Qiuchen talk and said something, then turned around and walked down the palace wall and went to the Heart Cultivation Hall to correct the recital.

A month ago, the autumn was handsome, as if it was like a light cloud covering the moon, fluttering like the snow of the wind. And now, although he still has bright eyes and bright teeth, he is handsome and extraordinary, but he is covered by dust and frost. If you look closely, there is still a hint of blue on his lower eyelids, and there is obvious tiredness between his eyebrows.

Even if he was tired, he still didn't let himself rest, he still went to the court as usual, and his gestures revealed a natural domineering king, which made it easy for people to think that he had come out of his sadness.

Dark clouds drifted in the sky, covering the sky, a few lightning bolts passed through the air, and then, the first thunder of this autumn was heard, and the rain began to fall, and the drizzle was hazy from afar, and the high-walled attic was shrouded in light smoke, and the raindrops hit the roof, and fell to the ground splashing with splashes.

At the beginning of the lanterns, the autumn rain gradually becomes smaller, the candlelight under the drizzle outside the window gradually blurs, the rain falls from the eaves, and when the wind blows, a few drops will drift in and fall on Qiuchen's body.

But Qiuchen didn't want to close the window, he wanted to feel the rain washing, he wanted to feel the rain-like thoughts...... When you quietly watch the rain, it is the time when your thoughts and sorrows accumulate very heavy and heavy. The moonlight sprinkled on the body and left a sad temperature.

Qiuchen walked out of the door, refused to be followed by the guards and the palace maid held an umbrella, and stood in the rain to look up at the dense autumn rain, the rain slowly scattered in the sight, and the picture was still until the eyes were moistened......

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