"Hello, you were born in the palace to enjoy all the glory and wealth, and you can find any son you want, why do you need to leave the palace and go to the bitter Taimiao!"

As a son, Pei Zhao knew more or less that his mother did not show such affection to his deceased father, and he also knew that she had unusual feelings for his personal maid.

And the last thing he could accept was that his own mother could ignore a dead person and ignore someone who was still alive.

He's her son!

No matter how good Aunt Qinglan is, no matter how loyal she is, she is just a servant!

No matter how faithful she was, she only did what she had to do.

Zheng Ruoyi looked at the indifference in his son's eyes, as well as the deep incomprehension, she didn't explain.

"You are now the emperor, and you can control all the people in the world, I can't control you, and I don't want to control you.

And I didn't interfere in the major affairs of the DPRK and China, but I just wanted to go to Taimiao, and the emperor couldn't care about the mourning family. ”

Mourning family, she is the queen mother, the most noble woman in the world, but she is just a surviving person.

The emperor retreated irritably, and the queen mother couldn't care about dealing with the harem that was messed up every day, so she went to persuade the queen mother.

I haven't seen the Queen Mother's face many times, and I can only say that my lips are dry through the thick palace door, and I am anxious to grow bubbles.

But in the end, who can control the Queen Mother now, according to what Zheng Ruoyi said.

Only she is not meddling in those government affairs, that is, even the lord of the world can't control her.

In front of the palace gate, a pair of Praetorian Guards, and too many palace people waiting for them were lined up in two rows, and they all wanted to go to the temple with the Queen Mother.

"Does the queen mother ignore her sons?"

Pei Zhao is now becoming more and more majestic, and people dare not look at it directly, at this time, his dark eyes looked at his queen mother, and it was rare to say with a little fragility.

"The Mother ......"

Zheng Ruoyi turned around for a moment, and finally said lightly:

"Zhao'er, you are the emperor, your father is a good emperor, the king of the Holy Ming, and you are the same!

The mother concubine can't teach you anymore, and you don't need the mother concubine anymore. ”

Saying that, Zheng Ruoyi walked towards the carriage without any nostalgia.

The splendid carriage gradually moved away, and the palace people of that group followed the carriage quickly, and the Praetorian Guards guarded the carriage impenetrable.

"Your Majesty." The queen shouted softly.

Pei Zhao shook his head, turned around, wiped his face with his thumb, and walked quickly towards Qiankun Palace, only indifferently commanding.

"I'm okay, the queen has been tired of the queen mother's affairs for a long time, go back to Yikun Palace to rest, I will see you another day."

The queen bowed her head, and when she got up again, there was no figure in front of her.

She held back her sadness and returned to her palace.

As soon as His Majesty returned to the Qiankun Palace, the door of the palace was closed, and the personal eunuch was only waiting outside.

"Godfather, Your Majesty seems to be a little sad?"

The emperor's personal eunuch looked at the old eunuch in the room, but he bent down respectfully and said heavily.

The old man put down the hot tea in his hand and stood up slowly, "Someone is gone, the Queen Mother is sad, and Your Majesty is filial son is also sad."

You are careful, Your Majesty is the same as the first emperor, as long as it is not excessive, it is benevolent.

If you don't come to me in the future, I won't be able to teach you. ”

"Godfather, don't say this, my son still wants to provide for you in the old-age care, just like you give your godfather a pension!"

For the shrill but young voice behind him, Xiao Linzi only shook his head, his eyes were far away.

Sister Qinglan, I hope you won't be a slave again in your next life.

There are festivals in the palace, and they will send a message to the Taimiao quickly, begging the queen mother to return to the palace.

But only during the Spring Festival every year, the Queen Mother will return to the palace, and she will return to the temple again after staying for no more than three days.

No matter how sincere the emperor and empress are, they keep it again and again.

And three years later, there was no need for the emperor to send a message many times, and the queen mother took the initiative to bring people back to the palace.

The emperor didn't have time to rejoice, he knew that his mother was really leaving.

A long, long time ago, when he was still young, the empress of the first emperor died, and he knew for the first time that people would pass away, so it was strange and did not understand.

Then his father died, and he got the throne of the lord of the world, and he also lost his loved ones.

After that, Aunt Qinglan's death didn't feel too much, but she felt that birth, old age, sickness and death were really sad.

It wasn't until his mother couldn't look away like this that he felt the death even more.

And now that he is finally and even closer than his biological father, his respected biological mother is leaving!

The Empress Dowager returned to the palace, and the entire hospital in the Yunyue Palace was running, and the emperor handled government affairs in the Qiankun Palace, and guarded his mother in the Yunyue Palace as soon as he was free.

At this time, the Empress Dowager, who survived the last few days of her life, ignored the pleas of the whole palace and insisted on going to the cold palace, and the emperor could not change her mind.

Zheng Ruoyi was carefully supported by the emperor himself, she looked only in her early forties, with fine lines at the corners of her eyes, but she was still smooth and fair.

But the whole body is lifeless, a pair of eyes can't reveal the slightest light, and the whole person exudes twilight.

No one would know how bright and clear these eyes were when she was young.

It was Pei Zhao, who was gently watched under these eyes in the past, but now when he thinks of his mother's eyes, he only feels that they are groggy.

Zheng Ruoyi looked at the cold palace with a stunned expression, this is not that she has only set foot in it for many years, she has often come here in the past, and she has lived here a few times.

The cottage they had pieced together was so old that it was torn down and rebuilt, and even if it looked similar to the previous one, it was a clever and meticulously constructed one.

It's not her home with Qinglan before.

Mama Chen and Mama Lao had already left a long time ago.

At that time, she wanted to take them out after she was favored, and they all insisted on being here.

Zheng Ruoyi went to the hut under the careful embrace of the palace people, and under the service of the young palace maid, she lay down.

The emperor stopped in front of the bed for a moment, retreated outside to let the palace concubines disperse, and he returned to the Qiankun Palace to deal with the accumulation of government affairs.

Three days later, the Queen Mother did not need the support of others, and she could walk slowly with a cane.

Pei Zhao was dressed in civilian clothes, kneeling on one knee in front of the queen mother who was sitting on the edge of the bed, the queen knelt behind, and the palace concubine could only wait outside.

"Queen Mother, you said that you would have the opportunity to have a good meal with your son in the future, but you haven't..."

Pei Zhao said with sadness.

The father and emperor value the power and at the same time take the initiative to delegate power and sharpen them, there are always some contradictions, and he has to deal with them carefully.

There are many civil and military officials, and they can't go to the harem frequently.

When he ascended the throne as emperor, even if his father had no longer seemed to be attached to power the year before, he would let it go.

But after all, when he first ascended the throne, there were those cunning ministers, all of whom were old foxes, slippery.

And then there are his brothers, all of whom are unconscious.

After gradually regaining power, three years later, after the draft, he thought that soon there would be an heir in the palace, and then he would accompany his mother.

But he didn't want the death of an Aunt Qinglan to disrupt all his plans.

When he was in power, the queen mother left the palace where she had stayed for nearly her life.

Three years of filial piety, and three years away from the palace, it seems that the mother and son have not had a good meal for a long time.

Pei Zhao was a little rough, but from the tips of his nails, he could feel that he was a pampered hand, and he trembled and held his mother's hand, which was still very young.

Feeling a cold on her fingertips, he pleaded softly, "Can the mother have a good meal with her son?" ”

Zheng Ruoyi looked at her son, who was kneeling in front of her, her eyes full of grief, and trembled and stroked his face with her other hand.

Feeling the warmth between her fingers, she shook her head lightly and said slowly: "Mother is sorry for you, Zhao'er, but Mother Concubine can't hold on."

Finally, the last time can't be left for you, Zhao'er, I'm sorry for you..."

Saying that, Zheng Ruoyi withdrew her hand, clenched the crutches again, and got up tremblingly, avoiding the support of the palace people.

She walked out of the house, slowly but surely, toward the pear tree a little farther away.

The people behind her all understood what the Queen Mother meant, so don't come forward to disturb her.

Under the worried gaze of the empress, the emperor hurried forward a few steps, and then said in a trembling voice:

"Mother, my son has never blamed you!"

Zheng Ruoyi turned her back to the back, her footsteps did not stop, and she kept walking forward tremblingly, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

"Zhao'er is a good son and a good emperor."

But she's not a good mother......

The corners of her mouth pursed again, and she quickened her pace slightly, her mind becoming more and more dizzy, and the scenery in front of her gradually faded in color.

She was running out of time, looking at the pear trees that appeared in her field of vision, which seemed to capture all the colors of the world.

"I'm not a good ...... either"

Zheng Ruoyi coughed lightly, walked to the pear tree with a cane, leaned against the tree and slowly slid down.

When she landed, the crutches in her hand fell off her palms and fell to the ground, her legs straight.

The sun was shining, the wind was warm, and it was a warm spring season, and she was under the leafy pear trees.

The flowers are colorful, the flowers are like snow, and the layer on the ground is like a warm fine snow.

Zheng Ruoyi's eyes were full of longing, and then she was sad.

No matter how much this is like snow, it is not the first winter in the cold palace after all, and it is also the afternoon of the last winter.

At that time, she and Qinglan were wrapped in quilts together, looking out the window at the snow.

"If there is an afterlife, Qinglan is a woman, I am a man, I will marry you, protect you, save you from suffering, save you from worry, okay?

You can also be a man, I am a woman, you come to marry me, I will be like you to me in this life, I will work for you, food, clothing, housing and transportation, take care of you for your life, okay......"

The flowers are falling, silent, and the breeze is so light, only if there is no pear blossom in the air, silently rolling.

No one replied to the feeble, slightly old question.

The emptiness in Zheng Ruoyi's eyes gradually dissipated, revealing some light.

She tilted her head slowly, her eyes slowly closing.

Traveling to this strange dynasty, she still doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, but at this time, she thinks that there are gods and Buddhas in the sky.

I hope there really will be an afterlife, when she will meet her Qinglan.

Once in the cold palace, she only loved pear blossoms.

I hope that there will be no parting with her in the next life, and I will tell Qinglan, the flower language of pear blossoms.

Zheng Ruoyi's eyes were completely timely, and the quicksand-like sunlight flashed, through the layers of branches and leaves, the crystal reflected in her eyes, and a faint light flashed, as if a hazy figure was reflected in front of the pear tree.

The white hand slipped from her body and landed on the ground, and a delicate pear blossom landed on her palm like snow.

Pure white as snow, revealing the breath of spring, not cold, but warm, and will not melt.

Alan, your young lady has come to you.

It doesn't matter what it is called in the next life, it doesn't matter if it's male or female, rich or poor.

As long as I can meet you, even if I don't have any memories at that time, I will definitely not part again.

In the next life, I will definitely let you know... The flower language of pear blossoms.

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