Looking at the sorrow hidden in Murong Du's eyes, Lan Baozheng felt that he couldn't control his emotions a little. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Your Majesty, we can make an order to urgently summon King Su back, as long as it is your will, he will not disobey, and when the prince of Nancheng returns to Changsha, Your Majesty can open your heart to him and sincerely ask for the prince's forgiveness."

"It's useless, if he had the heart, he was afraid that he would have come back a long time ago, where would he delay for so long, I guess, he would like to die sooner now." Murong Du's eyelids drooped, and he shook his hand weakly.

"But Your Majesty ......"

"Alright, don't say any more." Murong Du suddenly raised his voice and interrupted Lan Baozheng: "Ah Bao, after I leave, if Nancheng really has any objections in the future, you must remember that you will spare his life in the future no matter what, you must remember this." After all, this is what I owe him. ”

While speaking, his expression became unusually soft, with a faint smile on his face, as gentle as a bright spring light, shining and warming.

There is no regret medicine in this world, if everything can be done again, Murong Du would rather not participate in the dispute on the throne, he just wants to live a life like a prosperous idle king every day, drink tea with his brother, play chess, visit the Qinglou, flirt with the women of good families, and then listen to the children's playful laughter together, quietly intoxicated in the streamer, watch them grow up, and finally when he returns, he smiles and comes to this world without regrets.

He once tried to consolidate his throne, but when he lost the brother who made him solemn, he found that whether it was the throne he cared about, or the country, everything became so light.

"Promise me that no matter what happens in the future, don't hurt Nancheng's life." He looked at Lan Baozheng with a calm face, "Even if it is said that the queen wants to murder Nancheng, you must stop her, understand?" ”

Murong Du propped himself up strongly, held Lan Baozheng's shoulder hard, and said rigorously and seriously.

"Your Majesty, lie down, don't be tired, the old slave will promise you."

Suddenly, outside the hall at this time, outside the crisp autumn air, I don't know when, the rain suddenly began to fall, and it was falling in a dripping manner.

Hearing the sound of dripping rain outside, Murong Du raised his head slightly, and remembered some past events for a moment, these memories buried in the depths of his memory, just like those tattoos tattooed on his body, even if they are covered by clothes, but one day when the clothes are gone, it will see the light of day again.

This dripping autumn rain reminded Murong Du of when he was a child, because he was greedy for fun, he got into trouble and destroyed the potted plants planted by his father.

Afterwards, his father was naturally furious, but when he wanted to take the initiative to admit his mistake, a thin figure grabbed him.

That figure, under his shocked gaze, took the initiative to bear the mistakes he had made.

So, on that day, in order to punish that figure, his father punished him to kneel outside this hall of peace, and at that time, the sky was like today, and suddenly it rained lightly.

I vaguely remember that in the heavy rain, the drenched figure, clenched his teeth, kneeling in the rain, when his eyes met his worried gaze, the former just grinned and smiled faintly at him.

I remember later, he took his hand and said seriously: "Brother Huang, you can't make mistakes, you are the crown prince, even if you make mistakes, I will give you a back." ”

At that moment, the tone of the little figure when he spoke was so solemn. It was then that he realized the weight of the burden on his shoulders.

I remember that whenever I was reprimanded by my father, that little figure would always run over clumsily, pat him on the shoulder with his small but warm palm, encourage him, and then secretly wipe away the tears from his eyes for him.

I remember that later, when I grew up, every time I sneaked out of the palace, the small figure beside me was like his little tail, and he often ran out with him.

Even if his father finds out in the end, he will take all the responsibility on himself.

I remember that after becoming an adult, the second and third children became more and more powerful in the court, and when he faintly overshadowed him, the prince, he never gave up, and still assisted by his side.

In fact, at that time, with his own talent, he had the strength to compete with everyone for the supreme crown prince.

I remember that when I was ordered to go to Guiyang and fight with the Shu army there, because of the plan, when I was trapped in Guiyu Mountain, it was still him, who led reinforcements for thousands of miles, and came to Guiyu Mountain regardless of life and death, just to save him from the sea of fire.

I remember that when he led the troops to encircle and suppress the palace after listening to the slander, he unexpectedly did not resist in the slightest, and personally killed himself in front of him.

In fact, at the moment of self-killing, he already had remorse in his heart.

At the end of the picture, Princess Murong was holding his corpse and crying, and this cold corpse still had a smile of no regrets on the corner of her mouth until she died.

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Countless fragments of memories about his brother Murong Hai, in this splendid autumn rain, constantly hit Murong Du's mind.

Those past events constitute the bits and pieces of his memory...... Memories float like duckweed in the ocean of memories.

In the blink of an eye, it seems that a hundred years of time have passed like a white horse, and in retrospect, this life seems to have passed so plainly.

Brother Hai, after going there, you will forgive me, right?

His gaze gradually became hazy, and Murong Du seemed to see a slender and handsome figure, walking towards him.

His eyes became more and more blurred, and he saw the figure in the rain, holding an oil-paper umbrella, getting closer and closer to him.

The figure was approaching, and Murong Du finally saw the full face of this figure, it was an elegant man in his early thirties, his nose and eyes were eight points similar to himself. This person is the one who has made Murong Du feel guilty all his life, his brother Murong Hai.

I saw that the figure stopped at this moment, smiled softly at him, and then turned away, and it was getting farther and farther away from him.

"Brother Hai! Fourth brother! Fourth! Don't go...... Don't go, big brother has a lot to tell you! Murong Du muttered softly. He struggled to his feet, his palms clutching the corners of his clothes.

At this moment, he felt that the whole person was a little fluttering, and all the sense of touch seemed to disappear at this moment.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes closed, and when he opened them again, all the scenery in the Anle Hall seemed to have changed, and he turned a deaf ear to the call of Father-in-law Lan and completely blocked it.

In a flash, his eyes suddenly opened up, it was a particularly sultry moonlit night, and the entire palace was lit up, as if to celebrate something.

In this lively palace, a five or six-year-old child, he looked at the children around him curiously in the cradle with big eyes flashing on his face.

Suddenly, the child lying in the cradle opened his mouth slightly, a grin appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his voice called out sweetly: "Brother, brother, Brother Murong ......."

Listening to the child's sudden words, the five or six-year-old boy couldn't help but look stunned. These were the first words spoken by the child in the cradle since he was born.

The picture gradually stopped, this is the most memorable, unforgettable, warm and beautiful memory in Murong Du's mind, and it has not faded with the passage of time, let alone forgotten because of the passage of time, it will only be hidden in the most secret corner of his heart, waiting to be recalled again.

Perhaps from that moment on, the so-called fate between the two has begun.

Clear tears continued to flow down Murong Du's cheeks, and with a breath of relief, he suddenly propped up his body and slowly fell behind him.

He closed his eyes quietly, the autumn rain outside the window still showed no signs of stopping, Lan Baozheng looked at His Majesty who suddenly fainted, his heart was shocked, he pulled up his sharp throat, and roared loudly: "Come on, come on, it's not good, Your Majesty fainted." ”

With this sharp sound, the imperial doctors, palace maids, and eunuchs who were already waiting outside the hall rushed in, looking at Emperor Chu De, who was lying quietly on the bed with a panicked face.

In the autumn of 1231 A.D., in September, Emperor Murong Du of Chu De fell unconscious in the Anle Palace, and had been asleep, and then collapsed in the Anle Hall at the age of sixty and nine.

After the death of Emperor Chu De, according to the etiquette law, the ministers unanimously recommended the crown prince Murong Jie, who was mild and never liked to fight, to succeed to the throne and was known as Emperor Chu Xiang.

It's just that with the succession of Emperor Xiang and the establishment of the new emperor, it should have been a major event to amnesty the whole country and announce the world, but with the loss of Guiyang, the news of the almost fall of the entire Guizhou province was transmitted back to Changsha, and the entire court became panicked for a while. (To be continued.) )