Lin'an in October is not cold, as if trying to drag the tail of late autumn, it is sunny weather for several days, but the golden sun can not leave the few leaves left on the branches, the semi-yellow-green leaves in the wind will not fall, and finally it still falls, lying on the ground softly, like a poor insect abandoned by people.

Although it is a fine weather, the forbidden palace is shrouded in a gloomy mist, the Empress Dowager Rui since the Mid-Autumn Festival, the body has not been very cool, and gradually became bedridden, every day in front of the bed surrounded by a group of doctors, but they are helpless, the emperor's face is more and more gloomy day by day, the doctors are all walking on thin ice, and always feel that the day when the head leaves the neck is not far away. Wei Zhongqing privately told the emperor that the Queen Mother had a heart disease, and her grief entered the spleen and lungs, and she was stagnant, and day by day, she would eventually only run out like an oil lamp, so she had to be treated with heart medicine.

Does the emperor know what the heart disease of the Empress Dowager Rui is? It's nothing more than the royal heir, and he is probably angry that his words don't count, and during the Mid-Autumn Festival, he dismissed her face and drove Xiu Yuanshuang out of the palace, and it was always piled up together, and it fermented like this.

It's been almost two months, and the originally rich and graceful Empress Dowager Rui is now so thin that only a handful of bones remain, and the emperor feels a pain in his heart when he looks at her every day. The Empress Dowager Rui on the hospital bed no longer had the energy to force him anymore, and many times he was asleep, and the emperor looked at a handful of bones under the quilt and couldn't help but have a sour nose. He knew it was time to decide. He didn't want to lose his only loved one.

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The emperor sat on the dragon chair, looking at a beam of sunlight shining in from the window, but none of the courtiers below dared to take it lightly, the emperor seemed to be careless, but their words and deeds all fell in his eyes, and the emperor's eyes would turn to them if there was a slight mistake.

After all the discussions were over, Cai Anhe, the imperial historian of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, looked left and right, stepped out of the queue, and talked about it as a cliché. "Your Majesty, the minister begs to discuss the selection again, it is the end of the year, and if you don't choose this year, the opportunity will be missed, the emperor's holy candle is shining, and he knows that the prince is the first priority for the stability of the country, for the sake of Dongyue for thousands of generations, the emperor, you just listen to the old minister, choose it......"

Last time, he made the emperor angry, and he was almost beheaded by the autumn queen, but he knew in his heart that if the emperor really killed him for the matter of selection, how many ministers in the court would be cold? The emperor is Mingjun, he was angry at the time, let him suffer, but he will be released afterwards, sure enough, within a few days, he was released, after the catastrophe did not die, his courage became bigger and bigger, and he had to mention it every other month, and it was a big deal to go again in the ghost gate, he was a loyal minister, he ate the king, shared the king's worries, and did his duty, the upper is worthy of the sky, the lower is worthy of the earth, and the middle is worthy of the emperor.

I thought that it would be like the previous times, the emperor ignored his advice, or walked away, but I didn't expect that the emperor sitting on the high seat actually said indifferently: "Accurate." ”

This "quasi" sound was like thunder on the ground, which shocked the courtiers present. The emperor refused to choose and made trouble for so long, not only the courtiers discussed one after another, but the people were also full of gossip, some said that the emperor loved Bai Qianfan too much, and was determined to keep her widowed, some said that the emperor did not want to learn from the emperor, and used the harem to involve the ministers of the court, and some said that the emperor injured the key parts when he was fighting, and that aspect was not good.

For the first type, most people scoff, there is no infatuation in the world, but it will never be the one who sits in the Jinluan Palace. For the second and third types, everyone expressed their opinions, did not make up their minds, and did not dare to discuss, and said that it was okay after tea and dinner from the family behind closed doors.

Now the emperor smashed all the speculations with the word "quasi", and the courtiers came to their senses and immediately prostrate on the ground, shouting long live the wise.

After the court, the courtiers were all red-faced, as if they were going to marry a concubine collectively, and they began to play Xiao Jiujiu, thinking about the girls to be married in the family? The emperor's harem is empty, you can fill it with a large number of people, the high official position naturally stares at the four concubines, the official position is low, and the low-grade Jieyu nobles are not disgusted, as long as it enters the eyes of the emperor, with his previous favor for Bai Qianfan, it is easy to jump into the branches, and when the time comes, it will not only be extremely favored for a while, but also carry the family lintel, which is naturally a good deal.

The emperor took his hands and slowly descended from His Majesty Dan, and did not go back to the south study as usual, but went out from the sandwich road, along the flower wall all the way to the west, where there was a simple and majestic hall, enshrined the tablets of the ancestors of the Morong family.

When the little eunuch guarding the door saw the emperor coming, he immediately pricked down one by one: "The slave asks the emperor for peace." ”

The Emperor waved his hand, his voice calm, "All retreat, I want to be alone." ”

The little eunuchs turned their heads to look at Hao Pingguan, and when they saw him nodding, they quietly retreated.

The emperor raised his feet and stepped up the steps, pushed open the heavy hall door with his own hands, the squeaky sound seemed to open a long river of years, the originally dry riverbed was immediately filled, the emperor closed his eyes and opened them again, and a line of tears fell.

The hall was dark, and he walked slowly through the blurred tears, and walked straight to the desk, where the dense tablets, each of which was painted with gold paint, and only two were empty, standing quietly in the corner.

Entering the Hall of Eternal Life from these two tablets, this is the first time the emperor has come, and even the anniversary sacrifice a few days ago was the paper money that Hao Pingguan burned with the incense that the crimson laurel came on. He has been running away and refusing to face it, people can escape for a lifetime, but the emperor can't, so he came.

He lit the incense, inserted it in the copper incense burner, bowed his hand, bowed down for the last time, and did not come up for a long time. He opened his eyes and watched as a crystal drop of water dripped down, one after the other, gradually joining into a string.

Qianfan, are you complaining that I didn't go to you, I didn't come to my dream once for so long, daughter-in-law, if you don't come again, I really want to forget what you look like......

Or are you not dead at all, in the past year, I have sent people to search the entire East Vietnam, and I have almost dug three feet into the ground, but I still can't find you. Where did you go? Is it really you lying in the tomb next to the imperial mausoleum, if it's you, give me a dream, let me take a good look at you.

Qianfan, I'm here to confess today, I'm going to break my promise, I'm afraid I won't come to you so soon, when I became the emperor, I knew how heavy the responsibility was on my shoulders, and I took the country in a fit of anger, but Sheji is not a child's play, you look at the tablet here, the ancestors of the Murong clan are looking at me, and the people of the world are also looking at me, I am cocooned and self-bound, I can't get out, and I have become the most unfree person in the world.

No matter what they say, I've been guarding you for a whole year in the wind and rain, but now, Qianfan, I can't keep it any longer. I can have no wife and no children, but Dongyue can't do without a prince, the country will be passed down from generation to generation, and I will become the person you hate, but Qianfan, those women mean nothing to me, my wife is only you, and you will always be the only one.

There is also the Queen Mother, she has been sick for a long time, Wei Zhongqing has been showing her, but there is no improvement, I know that it is heart disease, heart disease is only heart medicine, she said that she misses her grandson, in fact, it is for me, I am afraid that I will be spurned by the world, I am afraid that I will become a sinner of the Morong family, parents in the world, even if they have boiled themselves dry, they are still thinking about their children, she is my only relative, Qianfan, I can't live with you.

The emperor burst into tears, so sad that he couldn't help himself, slowly bent down, shrunk into a ball, for a whole year, he lived himself as an iron wall, his heart was like a solid stone, but at this moment, his hard armor fell off by itself, he was not an emperor, just a sad man who lost his cherished wife.

Hao Pingguan stood outside the door, looking at the figure whimpering and crying through the thin crack in the door, silent old tears, pulling his sleeves and wiping them from time to time.

Ning Jiu stood under the tree, his face expressionless, but he raised his chin slightly, he had never cried in his life, but the emperor made him unable to hold back the sourness three or four times, so he had to look up at the sky and let the tears flow to his heart.

The big tree in front of the temple door stood silently, as if stretching out the bare branches to the sky and shouting silently, a bird stopped at the branch for a while, porphyr, spread its wings and flew into the sky, the small figure gradually turned into a small black dot, disappeared into the blue sky.