Wen Zong felt depressed in his heart, got up and left the dormitory, and went out to breathe. Unconsciously came to the Yilan Palace. In the courtyard, several plum blossoms are in full bloom.

"Greetings to Your Majesty." The palace maid knelt on the ground.

Wenzong stood under the tree,

Wenzong waved his hand to stop the palace maid from reporting. He stood under the tree, tightened his fox fur, and looked at the plum blossoms.

When the plum blossoms first bloom, the last winter has not yet passed, and the snow has not melted. Snowflakes and plum blossoms play against each other.

A few plums in the corner, open alone in the early morning.

I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance.

Wenzong lingered in the courtyard for a while, admiring the plum blossoms of ice muscles and jade bones.

He walked lightly into the temple. Concubine Yang Xian is taking a nap, a picture of a beautiful spring sleep.

She was pillowing with a round lotus root like jade arms, and her black hair like a waterfall lay across the pillow, and her skin exuded a smooth luster. The cherry lips that often amused him were seductively shiny.

Wen Zong took off his coat and lay down gently beside her. Concubine Xian opened her eyes, and her long eyelashes were like butterfly wings.

Those beautiful eyes carried the laziness of spring sleep, and when they saw Wenzong lying beside him, they wanted to get up and bow down.

Wen Zong stretched out his hand and hugged her, "Lie down and talk to me." ”

Concubine Xian knew that Wenzong had something in her heart, so she picked up a happy topic and told Wenzong.

"The concubine has composed the music of Du Shiyi's "Eight Songs of Autumn Xing" in the past few days.

Fragrant rice pecks at the remaining parrot grains, and the green phoenix perches on the old phoenix branches.

The beauties pick up the cuichun and ask each other, and the immortals move in the same boat at night..."

Wenzong's eyebrows were tightly locked, and he didn't listen to what Concubine Xian said. Concubine Xian stopped talking.

"How can I rest assured that the country will be in his hands!"

"The Tang Li family," Concubine Xian sighed, "If the prince is still obsessed at the age of fourteen, the ancestral inheritance..."

"I have the heart to abolish the prince, and the ministers in the court will still desperately advise. What should I do? ”

"Your Majesty is in full bloom in the Spring and Autumn Period, and when the crown prince is weak, if you still don't talk about the way of being a king and insist on going your own way, Your Majesty will consider the foundation of the country at that time."

What else, a dead horse should be a live horse doctor. Wenzong was very frustrated.

Li Yong stayed in Lishan for two days, and returned sick leave with Taifu, who had planned to stay a few more days. Under the nose of his father, he also has to be more restrained and go back as soon as possible.

The group went home, returned to Shaoyang Courtyard, Li Yongxing rushed into the hall, and the excitement of the trip had not yet passed.

"Has my father been here? Did your father send someone here? ”

It's a pleasure to play, but there's a string that's always tight. I hope nothing can be hidden.

There is a saying that happiness is sad. With a word, Li Yong was beaten into the ice cellar.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, Gonggong Ma, who is next to Your Majesty, personally led the imperial doctor to diagnose and treat His Highness's condition."

Li Yong's face changed at that time, "Prince Ben is not sick, what is the imperial doctor doing here?" ”

He didn't expect that he was pretending to be sick and had already goofed up.

"Your Highness, it must be the Taifu who complained to Your Majesty."

Chen Keliang gave Taifu eye medicine. Li Yong didn't complain about Taifu. Taifu will not take the initiative to sue, in that case, he will not be able to get rid of it. Who will do a thankless job.

Li Yong immediately became a frosted eggplant, sent someone to send the bear's paw to the imperial dining room, and prepared to send it to his father in person tomorrow, honoring his father and taking the initiative to admit his mistake.

For the sake of his filial piety, his father will not be angry with him.

He went to bed after dinner, tossing and turning and sighing. In case his father, Emperor Longyan, is angry, how should he deal with himself?

"Your Highness goes into the mountains to hunt and nourish wild meat for the Holy One, and the Holy One will be considerate of His Highness's benevolence and filial piety." Chen Keliang enlightened him.

If it was the mother concubine, Xu would think so, but the father would definitely not. As the old saying goes, being a thief has a weak heart, Li Yong lied that he was sick and gave up school, and he couldn't pass this hurdle.

Li Yong can imagine that when he meets his father tomorrow, he will face his father's face so gloomy that it can drip. He fell asleep in a state of uneasiness.

At some time at night, Li Yong only felt a cramping pain in his abdomen, and he rolled in pain all over the bed.

"Father, save the child. Mother, save the child. ”

Li Yong screamed in pain, and beads of sweat the size of beans frequently appeared.

The palace maids heard the prince's screams, and rushed to the door, and the prince screamed in the middle of the night, making the palace maids' scalps numb.

Li Yong's face turned from pale to purple, and blood came out of his mouth and nose.

Chen Keliang's legs and feet trembled, and he didn't care about appeasing the prince, the prince's situation was too dangerous. Hand and foot staggered and ran to the temple to report the news.

"Go in and serve the prince." Chen Keliang's teeth chattered, and he commanded.

A group of palace attendants poured in, some of them were so frightened that they sat on the ground, and some of them were bold enough to help each other to the bed.

Black and red blood gushed out from the prince's seven orifices, and his face had turned purple. The eyes are wide open, and the bulging eyeballs seem to bulge out.

The mouth clicked and poured out, even if Bian Que was alive, the prince was already weak.

The imperial doctor hurried over, and as soon as his hand was on the pulse, he couldn't feel the pulse.

Chen Keliang ran to the Zhonghe Hall to report the news, and he couldn't even say anything in a frightened and anxious manner. Just crying, red head and face trembling.

"Prince, Prince..."

Before Ma Yuanliang could report, Wenzong had already got up in his clothes. Wenzong has slept lightly in the past two years, and Chen Keliang's gaffe made Wenzong anxious.

Wenzong only wore a medium coat and sat on a soft sedan chair and came to Shaoyang Courtyard.

In addition to being anxious, Wenzong was still angry. In Wenzong's heart, Li Yong has always been a naughty boy. He wrote down this account and settled it after the prince was well and autumn.

Thinking all the way to Li Yong's bed, Wenzong stepped into the palace gate, and the scene in front of him made Wenzong almost unstable on his feet.

Li Yong was bruised all over, bleeding from his seven orifices, and lay straight on the bed.

"Yong'er..."

As soon as Yong'er spoke, Wenzong's tears rained down. Ma Yuanliang carefully supported Wenzong, and Wenzong sleepwalked to the bed.

"Yong'er, Yong'er, my father came to see you."

Wenzong shook Li Yong's arm.

"You get up and look at your father, your father won't reprimand you, as long as you're happy, you can do anything."

Li Yong was already out of breath, and it was impossible for him to respond to Wenzong's calls.

The naughty child, the child who was always cautious in front of him, the child who liked to make noise, the child who liked to feast and drink.

His son, his only son, lay quietly on the bed in horror. It's just that there is still a trace of warmth in his heart, and his life stopped at the age of fourteen.

Wenzong's tears poured out like a spring.

"Son, Yong'er, you left your father and left, don't you care about the Tang Dynasty? How can you bear to leave your father behind. Yong'er..."

He hugged Li Yong's body and cried loudly.

"Yong'er, you get up, your father is here, you get up for your father. Where you want to play, your father will accompany you. If you want to feast and drink, your father will give you an occasion. As long as you get up and take a look at your father, your father will agree to whatever you do. Yong'er, when you speak, you get up and answer. ”

Wenzong shook Li Yong's body vigorously. No matter how he called, Li Yongjae would not give him an answer.

The black blood gushing out of Li Yong's mouth and nose was like a knife in Ling Chi Wenzong's heart.

He knew that Li Yong was not sick, he lied that he was sick because he was greedy for fun, and since he was not sick, he went well, and he walked so painfully and terrifyingly.

Wenzong's eyes turned black, and he fell headlong on Li Yong's body and fainted.

Taifu Yu Jingxiu, Li Jianfang and others rushed over and caressed Li Yong's corpse.

The lively boy who ran faster than a rabbit after school suddenly became a cold corpse.

They have followed Li Yong since he was five years old, watched him grow up, taught him to read, and the grief in their hearts was like that of a father to his son.

In 838 A.D., the crown prince was a matter that was enough to change the pattern of interests of all parties.