entered the imperial mausoleum, and finally found Qi Anwan,

Suddenly seeing them, stunned, the unprepared Qi Anwan immediately hid the wood carving in his hand, his eyes flickered, and he didn't dare to look directly at people.

"Why is Daddy here?"

"What are you holding in your hand?" Qi Changrong's eyes froze, and his jaw tightened slightly.

"Nothing." Qi Anwan clenched the wood carving tightly and smiled reluctantly: "It's just a gadget used to amuse me in my spare time, and it's not worth asking my mother about." ”

"Take it out." Qi Changrong is not so easy to fool, especially from the moment she found out that her daughter was crooked, she never took it lightly in the face of Qi Anwan.

Qi Anwan took a step back and looked at Qi Changrong vigilantly.

Qi Changrong instructed the secret guard: "Take out the things that the princess hid." ”

"Mother! I'm a princess! Qi Anwan screamed: "How can you let a minion do this to me!?" ”

Her roar was useless, and the secret guard easily snatched the wood carving from her hand and respectfully handed it to Qi Changrong.

took a look, and when his eyes fell on the eight characters of the birth date on the little wooden person, Qi Changrong's temples jumped slightly.

Immediately, Jun Chen beside him glanced at him indifferently, and then, his expression became serious.

Qi Changrong quietly ordered: "Let them all retreat." ”

A moment later, the waiters who were not far away rushed out.

Qi Changrong took two steps forward and slapped Qi Anwan's face hard, hating that iron is not steel: "I, Qi Changrong, am smart all my life, why did I give birth to such a stupid daughter as you?" ”

The right side of her face was in severe pain, Qi Anwan fell to the ground in embarrassment, she gritted her teeth and endured the pain, staring at the person in front of her.

On the other side, Jun Chen couldn't bear to look away.

The art of witchcraft.

The birthday of the wooden man is the eight characters of Zeyu.

"Am I wrong? Am I at fault? I wasn't wrong! My mother can ascend to the throne of God as a woman, why can't I? I can only see the second brother in my mother's eyes, so what am I?! ”

"I told you a long time ago, you are not the material to be an emperor, just rely on you, I am afraid that if you sit in that position for less than a month, you will be able to be split up and eaten."

Qi Anwan was unconvinced, and couldn't beat her arrogance with a slap: "My mother has never given me a chance, how can my mother know that I can't do it?" ”

Hearing this, Qi Changrong, who didn't want to argue with her, closed his eyes, and when he suppressed the anger in his heart, he opened his eyes and said bluntly: "Qi Anwan, think about it, really I didn't give you a chance?" ”

Qi Anwan didn't think about it, and immediately asked with red eyes: "When did my mother give me a chance?" Didn't my mother have a second brother from the beginning? ”

"Do you remember when I made the prince?"

For this kind of thing, Qi Anwan naturally remembers it clearly: "Fifteen years of Shengping. ”

"How old were you then? How old is Zeyu? ”

Suddenly, Qi Anwan didn't know how to answer.

Seeing that she didn't want to speak, Qi Changrong took a deep breath and said to her in a deep voice: "At that time, you were eleven years old and Zeyu was eight years old. ”

Speaking of which, without giving her half a chance to retreat, Qi Changrong asked again: "Do you still remember, what are you doing when you are eleven, and what is Zeyu doing at the age of eight?" ”

"I ......" Qi Anwan was short of words.

Of course, she remembered that at the age of eleven, she was rude and willful, going up and down the mountains and going to the sea, skipping classes all day to cause trouble.

And the eight-year-old Zeyu is learning in humility, and when he is not idle, he understands a lot at a young age and has won the praise of many people.

Qi Changrong asked again: "Do you remember, from childhood to adulthood, you and Ze Yu's master are the same, from the beginning of Ze Yu's four-year-old enlightenment, what he learned, you learned, even if it is the way of the emperor, I have never favored one over the other, so, you dare to say that I have not given you a chance?" ”

Speaking of this, Qi Changrong simply laughed angrily: "From the age of seven to eleven, I gave you four years, if you are willing to bother more in these four years, where is the matter of Zeyu?" ”

"When I learned to be a half-ass, but I was so jealous of others that I had a murderous intention and did a great rebellion and mutilated my siblings, I actually had the face to question me now?"

Qi Changrong sneered.

"Qi Anwan, if you didn't crawl out of my belly, what kind of thing are you in front of me? If you dare to make any more noise, I will break your limbs and cut off your tongue, and I will not be able to raise a wasted eldest princess in the Great Jin Empire! ”

As soon as these words came out, not only Junchen was taken aback, but even Qi Anwan was stumbling for a long time due to fear, and she couldn't speak.

She had never seen her mother so angry, and even when she knew that she had been poisoned five years ago, she had only made people think about her in the imperial tomb and not come to see her for several years.

This was the first time her mother had beaten her.

It was also the first time that her mother said that she was going to be abolished.

At this moment, Qi Anwan finally realized the fear of the civil and military officials for Qi Changrong.

She knew that since her mother had said so, she would be able to do it.

Inexplicably, Qi Anwan's heart suddenly balanced, and then, she cried out with a 'wow', and the resentment of those years was vented because of this.

While crying, she choked up, and said aggrievedly: "Mother, I know I did something wrong, but I just can't control myself, obviously before they were born, I have always been the only one for my father and mother, and that position should also be my ......"

In the end, it was the flesh that fell from his body, Qi Changrong was hurt by Qi Anwan's crying heart, even if his eyes were black and his head was like a pinprick pain, he squatted down and hugged the person into his arms.

"In my life, whether it is for the prince or the emperor, I have never done anything wrong to ask myself, and I have a clear conscience."

"Only you, who disappointed me and angered me again and again, and made me introspect again and again.

"Maybe from the moment you were born, I should raise you as an ordinary princess, and then marry when you reach the right age, so as to ensure that you are rich and noble for the rest of your life, even if you are stupid, at least you will not have a disobedient heart."

After saying what she wanted to speak, Qi Changrong couldn't bear the pain anymore, her eyes were dark, she completely lost consciousness, fainted, and in a trance, she seemed to see a red shadow rushing over desperately.

……

"Doctor, how is my wife?"

"Mrs. Jun is sick from hard work, and she is very angry, the situation is very bad, even if she hangs with medicine, I am afraid she won't be able to last a few days, general...... The general should inform his family in advance and prepare for the future. ”

At the beginning, he was sent to the imperial tomb with Qi Anwan, and there was also an imperial doctor.

At this moment, hearing the words of the imperial doctor, Jun Chen's face instantly turned as white as snow.

There was a low cry in the room.

Qi Anwan bit her lip stubbornly, for fear that she would accidentally expose the identity of the person on the couch.

At this time, the person on the couch can only be Mrs. Jun.

Otherwise, how can we explain the fact that the emperor is dressed in red?

Suddenly, Qi Anwan understood Qi Changrong's hesitation and entanglement for decades.

In this world, women are more demanding than men.

Perhaps, the mother just didn't want to let herself go through the many hardships of her youth.

The imperial doctor went to boil the medicine, Jun Chen walked to the edge of the collapse, and didn't look at Qi Anwan: "Go and write a letter to your third brother, ask him to come as soon as possible, and inform him of your mother's situation." ”

"Daddy......"

"Go!!"

Jun Chen's eyes were blood-red, and the green tendons on the back of his hands burst out: "Do you really want your brothers to not even see your mother for the last time?!" ”

Hearing this, Qi Anwan didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly wrote a letter to ask the secret guard to send it back as quickly as possible.

Half an hour later, the life-sustaining medicine was delivered, and the medicine was finally poured down, and a few hours later, the person on the couch also woke up briefly.

Seeing her open her eyes, Jun Chen wanted to smile and say nothing, but laughing was more ugly than crying: "...... If I had known, I wouldn't have come here. ”

"This is my mausoleum, and it would have saved me a lot of trouble if I came here earlier."

"Would you like to hold on for a few more days?" As soon as the words came out, Jun Chen couldn't help crying: "Soon, Yuanzheng, they will come soon." ”

Hearing this, Qi Changrong's face was extremely pale, and her expression was not relaxed, she never couldn't bear to disappoint the person in front of her, and it was the same now.

So, she smiled and nodded, "Okay." ”

……

Three days later, Jun Yuanzheng, who received the news, rushed into the house.

The people on the bed were already angry, and Junchen, who had been staying on the couch for three days, was embarrassed, his eyes were full of bloodshots, and he was reluctant to blink his eyes when he looked at the people on the couch.

Seeing this scene, Jun Yuanzheng rushed to the edge of the couch and knelt down, choking up: "Mother, you are, this is ......"

At this moment, Qi Changrong blinked, and asked the future with a calm face: "I prepared some things and put them in the brocade box of the third cabinet in the carriage, which contained a 'autobiography' written by my own hand, as well as a letter. ”

"After I died, I handed over the letter to Zeyu, and after he read it, he naturally knew what to do, as for the 'autobiography', you let people make up a set of wild history according to it, and pass it on from generation to generation."

"Buried in the imperial mausoleum, the bones return to the king's door."

The imperial tomb belongs to Emperor Shengping, but Xie Tanyuan belongs to the Jun family.

When she was born, she wronged Junchen for the rest of her life.

After his death, she no longer wanted him to be half wronged.

After finishing speaking, Qi Changrong, who was already reluctant to leave with obsession, finally looked at Junchen deeply, and after a while, he closed his eyes peacefully.

Life is cut off.

Hearing the cry in the house, Qi Anwan, who had been kneeling outside for three days and three nights, staggered in, knelt on the edge of the couch at a loss, and wanted to reach out to touch it, but as soon as his hand was stretched out, he was beaten back.

The red mark on the back of the hand is clearly visible.

Immediately, as soon as she looked up, she saw Jun Chen's disgusted eyes.

The father who used to love her the most looked at her at this time, like looking at the enemy.

Suddenly, Qi An was like being struck by lightning, and at this moment, she knew that she would never be forgiven by anyone in her life.

Because even she herself can't forgive herself.

……

On the second day of the seventh month of the first year of Sheng'an, the emperor of Shengping passed away and was buried in the imperial mausoleum.

In the second year of Sheng'an, a 'wild history' that 'deviated' from the official history appeared out of thin air.

In the third year of Sheng'an, the fifty-four-year-old Junchen died of illness and was buried with 'Xie Tanyuan' in Junmen.

Life and death are inseparable, and a good story is achieved.

And until he died, he never saw Qi Anwan again.