Plum wine, that's her favorite wine!

Yang Zhiyi revolved around the emperor, and the emperor was patient with him, telling him to read and learn calligraphy, and make wine and incense.

Xingzhi looked very sour on the side!

After returning to Luodu, the emperor invited a famous Confucian teacher and ordered Lin Guanqi to teach him riding and archery martial arts.

So the courtiers and the people knew that the emperor had an heir.

Sure enough, when Yang Yizhi was fifteen years old, the emperor named Yang Yizhi as the emperor's grandson and let him listen to the government and handle government affairs.

Unconsciously acted, he has been by his side for more than ten years.

She is a lively character, and she doesn't feel bored to be by his side like this.

It's just that the emperor's body began to deteriorate day by day, and finally he couldn't afford to get sick this winter.

The emperor called the auxiliary ministers and the general Lin Guanqi and told them to assist the grandson.

When the emperor was dying, he said to his grandson: "My future affairs will be simple......

"Grandpa Huang, there are still a lot of grandchildren who don't understand, don't leave your grandchildren behind......" The prince cried on the edge of the bed.

The emperor touched his head and continued: "After I go, only my clothes will be placed in the emperor's tomb. My body, you secretly sent it to Yuezhou and handed it over to the king of the southeast, she naturally knows how to place it. ”

Yang Zhiyi looked at the emperor in shock: "Grandpa Huang! ”

The body of the emperor is not entered into the emperor's mausoleum, which is unprecedented in ancient and modern times!

"Promise me!"

Yang Zhiyi's crying body trembled, and finally nodded.

The Emperor smiled reassuringly.

"You go out, I want to be alone......"

Yang Zhiyi had no choice but to quit.

The emperor was already weak, and he slowly propped himself up and got off the couch.

Xingzhi was panicked and sad on the side, she knew that he was going to die, he was going to die! She couldn't be with him like this anymore!

She tried to help him, but she couldn't touch him!

She saw him holding his cane, walked to the side of the cabinet, and opened the second cabinet, in which there was a rectangular brocade box.

He took out the brocade box with his thin hand, held it in his arms and put it on the table beside him, and slowly opened it, and there was a jade handle inside.

This is her jade handle!

The jade handle on her delicate whip!

When she was buried in the fire, her whip should have been burned to ashes, she never thought that she would still leave this jade handle.

Why? Why does he still have a jade handle!

I saw his old hand lightly put on the jade handle, and then took it out, and muttered in his mouth: "Xiao Zhi......"

Song Xingzhi's body went weak and almost collapsed.

Why? Why is this happening? He kept her jade handle, and he called her name as he lay dying.

It turns out that he doesn't hate her, but he also likes her, right?

Xingzhi rushed over and wanted to hug him, but she couldn't hold anything, she broke down and cried, she wanted to scold, scold God! Why be so cruel to her!

At this time, he lay back on the dragon couch, put the jade handle in his heart, and showed a satisfied smile, as if he had unloaded the burden of a thousand catties, and could finally go to see the person in his dreams!

Xingzhi lay on the side of the couch and whispered in his mouth, don't die! Don't die!

This night, Su Dixue!

After the new emperor ascended to the emperor, he announced to the world that the emperor went, the temple number Wenzong, and buried in the emperor's mausoleum that had already been repaired.

Song Xingzhi's soul got on a ship.

At the bow of the ship is the general Lin Guanqi, and inside the ship is the dragon body of Emperor Su.

The ship headed southeast until it reached Yuecheng.

Xingzhi accompanied Yang Xutang's body day and night, until the ship arrived at Yuezhou Port, and Liu was like coming to greet him.

Xingzhi followed the emperor's coffin all the way to Luzhuyi.

The green bamboo was expanded, and the emperor's tomb was built, and the line followed all the way to the mausoleum, and saw the big bamboo, the plum blossom.

In the end, Yang Xutang's real body was buried under the plum tree.

Xingzhi sat under the plum tree, hugged himself, and was stunned.

She saw Liu Shiru and Lin Guanqi coming slowly.

The two were in front of the emperor's tomb, looking pale.

"If you know today, you will be comforted!"

"I have followed the emperor for decades, and I always feel that the emperor's mind is unfathomable and elusive. It was only in the past few years that I learned that his heart has always been in Yuezhou. ”

Xingzhi tears rained down, and her chest ached sharply, as if someone was pulling her to another world.