Concubine Zhen Guifei took Concubine Li and Concubine Yun and others in, and saw that the emperor was covered with a quilt, and there was almost no one under the quilt, tears couldn't stop flowing, Concubine Li shouted to the emperor, and she couldn't speak, the emperor reluctantly raised his head, all of them were beautiful and jade-looking, only the one who wanted to see the most was missing, but he didn't expect it to be too late. The emperor was sad for a while, and felt funny, and couldn't help laughing, laughing at the concubines presumptuously, in the emperor's life, it seemed that he had never laughed so freely.

Su Shun and the others, who were standing outside, saw in, and the emperor stood up and waved his hand, "Go, let's go." ”

"Your Majesty," a female voice sounded, "Please forgive the concubine for being rude, the queen is not here, the concubine has to ask more, does the emperor have anything to say to the mother." "It's Yun Concubine who speaks!

Su Shun's eyes shrank suddenly, and he raised his foot and was about to enter the Dongnuan Pavilion, thinking that the Dongnuan Pavilion was full of concubines, so he held back his feet.

"Concubine Yun, what do you mean by that?" The emperor stopped laughing, and his thin face was unwavering, without the slightest expression.

Concubine Li's calm face suddenly understood something, "Yes, Your Majesty," Concubine Li said with a sneer, "In case of these orphans and widows, who should they entrust, what should the concubines do, the concubines will never live alone!" ”

Concubine Li's pear blossoms brought rain, touching the emperor's heart, the emperor sighed, his face showed a trace of nostalgia, as if he was missing something, the hand with the jasper wrench started the beat, and muttered the song that the queen sang for the first time when she was still a Lan noble, "I came from the mountains with orchid grass"

The hall was silent, and there was a burst of sadness in the eyes of De Ling, who was standing behind the curtain, and the emperor sang a few words, and found that he had forgotten the words, and his eyes were empty, that woman who was as strong as Lan was no longer seen in this life, the powerful minister, the weak son The emperor thought about it, and the concubines cried, and made up his mind, "It's okay, it's natural for you to worry, you serve me, and I always have to think of a way out for you." "The emperor touched the pillow and lowered his head, touched it for a while, and found two brocade boxes," I have already decided to take care of the minister," the emperor said loudly, his face was full of red light, "This crown prince has not been in charge of the government in the future, and he does not need to use the jade seal, just use the chapter of 'imperial reward', Zhen Guifei, you help the crown prince take it first, and when the crown prince ascends to the pole in the future, I will give it to him." Concubine Zhen wiped away her tears, took a brocade box, and kowtowed to thank her.

The emperor picked up another brocade box, stroked it for a long time, hesitated, the concubines all looked at the brocade box, Yun Concubine saw that there were many people outside, the emperor's spirit slowly deteriorated, and urged, "Your Majesty!" ”

Emperor Xianfeng made up his mind and handed over the brocade box to Deling, "Draft the will, Tongdaotang will give it to the queen!" ”

This seal belongs entirely to the emperor, starting from Qianlong's "Five Dynasties, Five Blessings and Five Virtues". The emperors of the dynasties were like the literati and scholars, and they liked to take the name of a study as an alias. Jiaqing is the "Jide Hall", Daoguang is the "Shende Hall", and the dying emperor today is the "Tongdao Hall". There are two Tongdao halls, one is behind the Xianfu Palace of the "West Sixth Palace", and the other is in the "Jiuzhou Qingyan" of the Old Summer Palace. On the morning of the eighth day of August last year, the emperor left Beijing in a hurry after having breakfast in the Tongdao Hall of the Old Summer Palace. Unexpectedly, since then, the emperor will not be able to survive in the capital!

De Ling knelt and accepted it, turned around and walked out of the Dongnuan Pavilion, Su Shun's face changed greatly, but he didn't dare to say anything, the emperor ordered these things, and often breathed a sigh of relief, and the big burden will be handed over to you in the future The emperor who had no worries suddenly felt a little relaxed, and waved his hand to let the concubines retreat.

The night was as cold as water, people were tired and sleepy, and the concubines had just withdrawn from the palace, when suddenly the chief eunuch Ma Yang Qingxi hurriedly ran out of the Dongnuan Pavilion and shouted in panic: "Crown prince, crown prince!" "This is for the crown prince to send him to the end. Wake up the crown prince who was wearing a robe and was asleep in Chen Shengwen's arms, and rushed to the Dongnuan Pavilion, the emperor was already "phlegm"!

The princes and ministers all knelt on the ground, and the crown prince bowed down in front of the royal couch. The emperor barely opened his eyes, pointed to the south, and wanted to say something, but his throat was blocked, his eyes dimmed, and his hands did not move, and he passed away.

Everyone was silent, Su Shun lit a benzoin, and leaned under the emperor's nostrils to test that he could still breathe. The incense was still straight a cigarette, with the slightest effect of snorting, and Su reached out to the emperor's chest by the way, and it was already cold when he touched it, and then his tears flowed, and he cried bitterly.

Concubine Zhen and the others knelt down outside the hall, and the tears in their eyes couldn't help but flow down.

The bells and drums rang out everywhere in the palace, and Deling, who ran out of the palace gate, heard the bells and drums behind him, turned his head, and his eyes were already red. The night birds are startled, the red walls are deep, the twilight is dim, like this ancient empire, the future and the future.

At three o'clock on July 17, the eleventh year of Xianfeng, the ninth emperor of the Qing Dynasty, Emperor Xianfeng, died at the age of Chinese New Year's Eve. (To be continued......)

PS: A dynasty is over. Now it's time for us to change our names.