The banquet was just when the wine was hot, and a few guys were still shouting, "Why did the music stop?" Who's interested? ”

The one named Xing Zai was the most famous gentleman in the capital, and he turned his head and shouted at the door. I don't know if I don't see it, and I am scared away when I see it. The people in the hall were petrified.

Falling on the seat, drunk unconscious, the person next to him pushed him with a dead hand and reminded him in a low voice, "The emperor has arrived." ”

He turned over and grinned, "The emperor has arrived?" I'm still the king of heaven. ”

The petrified hall, this person's abrupt remark, particularly harsh. The guard stepped forward, grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him out like a dead pig.

His back rubbed against the ground, and the pain made him open his eyes.

It was the guard's big knife in sight, and when I turned my head to look, everyone around me was lying on the ground.

The emperor arrived, the emperor arrived, it turned out that he was not dreaming, it was the real emperor who arrived.

He tried to roll over and kneel to beg for forgiveness, but the guard's wrist was so hard that he couldn't move.

"The emperor spares his life, the emperor spares his life, the prince saves me, the prince saves me..." He wailed like a pig, and his voice was sharp and piercing.

Ma Yuanliang stood outside the gate of the hall and shouted: "Kill with a rod." "The wail seems to pierce the eardrums. The people who fell on their stomachs in the temple trembled.

Wenzong is already angry, what kind of system, mixed men and women are not in good clothes, this is the good thing that the future emperor of Datang will do.

"Who is the close servant of the prince?" Liu Ming, a few eunuchs, and a few palace maids knelt down in unison.

"Take it down, kill it." Wenzong was furious.

The guards came up and dragged a few people out, "The emperor spares his life, the emperor spares his life." The screams outside were heard clearly, and after a while everything fell silent.

"Who is the person outside the palace?" Xing Zai and others came out of the ranks.

"Kill." Wenzong's eyes widened angrily, completely losing his usual elegant demeanor.

Another group of people was pulled out. Li Yong was terrified to hear the screams outside, but he didn't dare to plead with his father.

Father's face was blue, and Li Yong believed that as long as he said one word, his father would also have two words: kill.

There were only musicians and dancers left in the hall, "Get out." The men crawled back.

The air seemed to be filled with blood. Wenzong's qi and blood surged, and Li Yong's stomach reversed for a while. Father and son face each other across the long aisle.

Li Yong crawled to Wenzong's side on his knees, this son repeatedly disappointed him, and Datang was unlucky. He, the emperor, deserves to be a wreck, is his son not as good as him?

If it is the children of ordinary rich and noble and official eunuchs, it will not be successful, and it will destroy a family.

If it is the future Son of Heaven, it will not be a weapon, and it will destroy a country. Datang is unlucky, and the Li family is unlucky. He raised a son who was wicked, and he was sorry for his fathers and fathers.

Wenzong thought about it and shed tears, looked up to the sky and sighed, "What face do I have to go to see the ancestors and ancestors." ”

"Father, the sons know their mistakes, the father, the sons are not good, and the sons and daughters will not dare anymore." Li Yong touched the ground with his head and held Wenzong's feet with both hands.

The lesson given to him today is enough, he is just this one son, and Wenzong helped him up.

"Father," Li Yong buried his face in his father's arms, and cried. He was sad that the people around him were killed.

He was very scared when he saw that his father didn't ask, and just pulled him out and beat people to death.

When he was a child, he saw that King Jin was often placed on his lap by his father, who would speak to him gently. His father was very strict with him, and he was always stingy with a smile on his face.

Li Yong was very envious of King Jin, and sometimes he would think that King Jin was the son of his father. Li Yong didn't understand that his father was deeply responsible for his love for him.

His father's embrace was warm, and he coveted it. He was very lonely, but his father and mother didn't know.

There was such a big thing in the East Palace, and the screams of the people who were killed on the spot resounded throughout the palace.

Although Concubine De was sick, the palace maid did not dare to hide such a big thing.

"Niangniang, just now the emperor drove to Shaoyang Courtyard and killed dozens of people around the prince." The palace maid knelt in front of the bed and whispered.

Concubine De was supported by the palace maid, barely holding herself up, and her heart was depressed. After hearing it, a breath was blocked in his chest.

It's over, the abolition of the prince is a foregone conclusion, Li Yong Li Yong, if you are a mother, why don't you listen to it?

Concubine De closed her eyes, her body fell backwards, she couldn't hold on, she didn't want to hear the edict of the crown prince being abolished, that was her last hope.

Let her go with her last fantasies, she closed her eyes and let the breath clog in her chest.

She can't see any hope anymore, so instead of not seeing it, she just don't look at it.

"Mother, mother." Allowed the palace maid to call, Concubine De's consciousness gradually lost. Her eyes were closed, and she couldn't detect her breath.

The imperial doctor Fei also arrived, his breath was not even, and he stretched out his hand to check Concubine De's pulse. Concubine De's arm hung down weakly, and the imperial doctor checked the pulse, but he couldn't feel the pulse.

"Niangniang," the palace maid called a few times, but Concubine De didn't respond. The imperial doctor trembled and went to probe his mouth and nose again, "Niang Niang." ”

The cry of Changning Palace shook the sky. The news of Concubine De's death reached Yilan Palace.

Concubine Yang Xian was stroking the qin, and when she heard the bad news, she ordered Zhang Shishi to put away the phoenix treasure qin. I changed into plain clothes, took off my makeup, and reduced my hairpin ring jewelry by half.

Concubine Yang Xian said with disdain in her heart: Concubine De, Concubine De, holding the trump card of the crown prince. can't stand up to shield the prince from the wind and rain. But he died early, leaving the prince to face the test. It is said that motherhood is rigid, where does a mother like you put the prince?

Spring is the season of hope. But for Concubine De, her life is cloudy, and a storm is coming at any time. The son who sustained all her hopes disappointed her again and again.

The mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings, she can't bear the wind and waves, she chooses to escape. At the end of her life, she was not yet thirty years old.

Li Yong has just been struck by his father's thunder, and the playmates and people close to him are nine times out of ten, because of an all-night carnival.

Before Li Yong could recover from the shock, the mother concubine died again. The house leak coincides with the overnight rain, and the blessing is unparalleled and the disaster is not a single line.

Li Yong lost his friend on the front foot and a loved one on the back foot.

Concubine De died, and Wenzong cried for her. After all, they are husband and wife for many years, and they are still spreading branches for the royal family. Wenzong's generous burial of Concubine De can be regarded as the friendship between husband and wife

Li Yong's whole person is stupid, he will cry if he makes him cry, and he will kneel when he kneels. After all, he is still a child, and Li Yong can't bear the heavy blows one after another.

The willow leaves have opened two flower paths in the courtyard, the peony flowers are colorful and adorned with branches, and the willow leaves sit on the bluestone slabs and sew clothes. And peony flowers look at each other and never get tired of it.

"Flowers bloom for those who please themselves, and I am your bosom friend." She said to the flowers, and Peony nodded in the wind.

The wind and the sun are beautiful, and the sky is clear. Butterflies dance among the flowers, and yellow warblers chirp gracefully on the locust trees.

She put down the needlework in her hand, lay on the bluestone slab and looked at the clouds in the sky.

The yellow crane is gone, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years. Will that person be gone forever? I didn't hear from him for half a year.