Wenzong was finally swallowed up by wave after wave of whirlpools of competition for the throne. On the tenth day of the first month of the first month of 840 AD, Tang Wenzong died in the Taihe Palace. At the age of 32, he reigned for 14 years, and was called the Emperor of Yuansheng Zhao Xianxiao.

Wenzong died, Guo Xiang couldn't bear the blow of Wenzong's departure, and Guo Xiang cried and fainted several times in front of Wenzong's coffin.

Wenzong lay quietly in the four-story coffin, the innermost coffin was wrapped in buffalo skin, the second outer layer of the coffin was poplar, and the outermost two layers were the catalpa coffin.

He would no longer look at her with tender eyes, and call out to her with a soft voice. Guo Xiang's liver and intestines were broken.

King Ying wears a red and slightly black fur hat, a mourning belt made of arrowroot cloth is wrapped around his head, a mourning belt made of arrowroot cloth is tied around his waist, and he wears a black silk robe. Supporting the coffin and crying bitterly, condolences to the emperor. King Ying ascended the throne before the coffin, which was for Tang Wuzong.

Empress Dowager Guo summoned Guo Xiang to Yi'an Palace, and Guo Xiang came to meet the Empress Dowager in a plain dress. Guo Xiang has no jewelry rings on his body, his face is facing the sky, his eyes are red and swollen, and he sheds tears before speaking.

Empress Dowager Guo is not a taste in her heart, she is young, it would be good if she had a son and a half daughter, and there was still hope for a long night in the lonely deep palace.

The rest of your life is too long, when is it a head? Lying on the empty bed and listening to the rain in the south window, who will pick up the light and talk about the long night. Hurried life and death, thousands of miles of lonely graves, where to talk desolate. The face is full of dust, the temples are like frost, even if you don't know each other.

The Empress Dowager blamed herself very much, she shouldn't have taken Guo Xiang into the palace, she was young, how would this child live in the future?

This year's Shangyuan Festival is not as noisy and lively as in the past, and there is no sound of joy in the palace. In the homes of the people of Chang'an City, two lamps were lit to symbolically celebrate the festival.

The death of the first emperor caused the whole country to mourn, and the business of the singing, dancing and laughing field like the Bamboo Forest Pavilion was affected.

Guo Xiang accompanied the Empress Dowager to celebrate the Shangyuan Festival. On the sixteenth day of the first month, he appeared in front of the Empress Dowager Guo Xiang, who cut off the fate of the dust. Guo Xiang was dressed in a Taoist robe, and he resolutely cut off even a piece of green silk.

"Silly boy, why are you doing this?" The Empress Dowager couldn't hold back her old tears, "Xiang'er, it's all the palace that hurt you." ”

The Empress Dowager originally planned to find a suitable opportunity to send Guo Xiang out of the palace and spend the rest of her life by her parents' side.

"The first king is gone, and Xiang'er is only a shell left in the world. If Xiang'er even gives up her body, I am afraid that she will lose the grace of her parents. ”

Yesterday she was still like a beautiful flower, but today she has become a nun meditating under the green lamp. The Empress Dowager couldn't hold back her crying, "Xiang'er, why do you let your aunt deal with herself?" How do I explain to your parents? ”

"Xiang'er eats fasting and recites Buddha every day for the queen mother and prays for her relatives." Guo Xiang went to the southwest of Qinrenfang, Xianyiguan cut his hair for a nun.

Fifteen moons and sixteen rounds, Concubine Xian sat alone against the window, sighing that Guo Xiang escaped into the empty door. Last year's Shangyuan Festival spent a full moon, but this year's full moon is not complete. The moon is cloudy and sunny, and people have joys and sorrows, and this matter is difficult to complete!

Concubine Xian picked up a book of poems casually, not wanting to be sad about the moon anymore. Her eyelids jerked, and she raised her hand to hold it, but she couldn't control it.

Xu was too grieved in front of Wenzong's coffin, causing her eyes to be uncomfortable, Concubine Xian thought. But her eyelids kept jumping, and she was upset.

The group went straight to the Yilan Palace, and Wang Shaocheng stepped forward to stop them.

"When the decree arrives, those who disobey the order will be killed!" The privy envoy Liu Hongyi lowered his face and drank. Wang Shaocheng just had a head and obediently made his debut.

Concubine Xian listened really in the hall, she couldn't help laughing, Liu Hongyi brought people in to see this scene.

"The Divine Decree has arrived!" Except for Concubine Xian, everyone else knelt down in unison, and Concubine Xian was still laughing at her desk.

Concubine Xian laughed enough, and said to the visitor, "Wait for the palace to change clothes." ”

She went around behind the screen and into the inner warm pavilion, where two palace maids went to serve. A moment later, Concubine Yang Xian dressed up.

Dressed in a pink skirt and white shawl, wearing a nine-luan phoenix hairpin. The eyebrows are like a crescent moon, the lips are like vermilion, and the eyes are like autumn water. She sat down on the chaise longue.

Liu Hongyi read out the holy decree, showing several sins of the virtuous concubine, jealousy, persecution of other concubines, poisoning the prince... The sin is unforgivable, and a white silk is given.

People who are about to die, why bother to be more serious with her! Liu Hongyi waited for Concubine Xian to take the initiative to take Bai Aya.

Concubine Xian's body was limply crooked on the couch, holding a mandala flower in her hand, and she had committed suicide by taking poison.

As soon as Wenzong walked on the front foot, she followed on the back foot, and I don't know if I could meet him on the Huangquan Road? If he meets him, will he still reject her thousands of miles away?

Will he laugh at her for being too clever and wronging Qingqing's life? Either way, she would never reunite with him with that terrible face.

Even if she is a ghost, she is a beautiful and proud female ghost, and she paves a road to the Yellow Spring with mandala flowers.

Concubine Xian was abolished and buried with the rites of the common people. The costume for the burial was a coat of kudzu and bastard shoes, wrapped in a mat, placed in a thin coffin, and hastily buried.

Jiuluan phoenix hairpin and other precious jewelry are not allowed to be brought into the coffin, and the pride and dignity she wants to maintain are deprived of everything after her death.

On this day, the court was dispersed, Qiu Shiliang walked behind slowly, and the others walked away, and he turned back and turned back.

The emperor's throne was grabbed by Qiu Shiliang, but when Wuzong saw him, it was like swallowing a fly. Wen Zong's untimely death had a lot to do with Qiu Shiliang.

Wu Zong pressed the extreme disgust for Qiu Shiliang in his heart, and Wu Zong's joy and anger were invisible.

Qiu Shiliang is cunning and cunning, but Wu Zong has an unfathomable face, is he grateful for helping him to ascend to the throne, or is he hostile to see that he holds great power? Can't tell.

Wu Zong's expressionless expression made Qiu Shiliang feel a chill down his spine inexplicably.

I thought that Wuzong was the master of eating, drinking, and having fun, but he came to support him to the throne and took the credit for supporting him. Second, he can control Wu Zong, who is just a puppet sitting on the throne.

But now sitting on the throne seems to have changed a person, and the majesty of the high-ranking martial arts sect makes Qiu Shiliang dare not make a mistake.

"Your Majesty, Weichen has something to do."

"Speak." Wu Zong cherishes words like gold.

"There are no two days in the sky, and there are no two masters in the country." Qiu Shiliang paused, "King Chen, King An," Qiu Shiliang stopped talking, but Wu Zong still didn't react.

The enemy's conscience muttered in his heart that he could really stretch it, and he pretended to be confused in his heart. I have to make my words clear, I sing white face and you sing red face.

"Your Majesty is kind and generous, grateful for family affection, and I am afraid that some people will have resentment..."

"You mean King An and King Chen?" Wu Zong raised his eyelids and looked past him to the closed door of the hall. That day, he walked in, and King An walked out.

"Yes, Your Majesty, Weichen is worried about the two princes."

Qiu Shiliang said earnestly, "Your Majesty, take a step back and say, even if the two princes, King An and King Chen, can keep to themselves in peace in the future, there is nothing else to think about." It's hard to ensure that the people below don't pull the tiger skin and pull the banner, in case there is a person who wants to make a fuss from the two princes, and the people who use their crooked brains are idle to make trouble, and the thief's heart will not die... What's more, His Majesty has just ascended the throne, and he still has to appease the generals of the feudal town..."

"In Aiqing's opinion?"

"Your Majesty, according to what the last general has seen, the grass must be cut to the roots, and the hidden dangers will be eliminated in the bud."

"Okay, quasi-play."

Wu Zong didn't hesitate for a moment, the cat cried and the mouse was fake mercy, you should pretend. This lord is ruthless enough, but I don't like it, Qiu Shiliang thought.

One is his own nephew, and the other is his own brother, and they are ruthless. Qiu Shiliang's waist bent a little more invisibly.

"The last general's decree." He's going to be a wicked man.

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.