It's strange to say, obviously he was so sleepy just now that he couldn't even open his eyes, but after saying so many words, Zhen felt much more sober.

She quietly got up and went down to the ground, and asked a few eunuchs to come and carry Shizi to bed to rest.

Chen Yicong didn't sleep very well, and even in his dreams, he still frowned, with a little worry.

Zhen sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the fan that his son had fallen to the ground, and gently gave him the wind.

She still has so much to say.

She looked at her son, but suddenly thought of Bai Ling in her mind.

After this rebellion was quelled, Sun Beiji and Zhang Shouzhong both mentioned their praise for Bai Ling and Bai Yi for the first time.

This pair of brothers and sisters can turn the tide like this, and they can't really praise it enough.

But this matter was pressed down by Zhen - she had already heard that the death of the concubine had hit Bai Ling hard, and she knew that any reward at this time would only have the opposite effect.

This kindness Zhen will be remembered for the time being, and it can only be returned in the future. Now what she thought of could be done for Bai Ling and Bai Yi was to set aside a west firewood room for the two of them that would not be disturbed, and there was indeed nothing else.

Under the advice of the princess, all the red tape that may affect the two of them was quietly waived, all so that they could recuperate from their injuries with peace of mind and recover as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Zhen sighed.

Maybe it was because of the nine deaths that night in the Heart Cultivation Palace, because of the reunion with Heng Yuanjun, or because she saw Prince Gong's haggard and timid in the past few days, she suddenly worried about the future situation.

Compared to tonight, she couldn't help it, wanting to ...... what she had seen, heard, felt and thought over the years. all stuffed into Shizi's mind - and Chen Yicong's reaction directly told her that if you want to hurry, you can't reach it.

There was silence all around, except for the faint sound of fans fanning.

After a while, Zhen also quickly felt sleepy again, she handed the fan to the maidservant on the side, and then slowly walked out of the room and went to the side hall to rest.

……

In the next half month, the personnel changes in Pingjing were almost earth-shattering.

The new emperor ascended the throne, named the era Qitai, and granted amnesty to the world.

Emperor Jianxi's state funeral procession was huge - the Yongling Tomb, which had been built for 40 years, was the largest underground royal tomb in the history of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

There was no Emperor Qitai in the funeral procession, in fact, the newly appointed emperor was resting in the Heart Cultivation Hall except for the day of the enthronement ceremony.

Chen Yicong changed into a bright yellow prince python robe, moved out of Prince Gong's mansion, where he had lived for 14 years, and entered the palace with his parents, and moved into the prince's east palace.

In the past half a month, Zhen and Chen Yicong have not met their eyes much.

There are so many things waiting for them to deal with the arrangement.

Song Bozong's father and son, Qu Xiu, and other rebel generals were imprisoned—the cabinet was not in a hurry to execute them immediately, but to sort out the sins committed by the Song Party during the two decades of its control of the government.

At the same time, all the major case files during the Jianxi period were re-recalled, and all the great Zhou loyal bones who had died because they blocked the way of the Song father and son were urgently invited out of the old paper pile of history by the people of the new dynasty.

They washed away the stigma, wept over it, re-erected the stone monument, recast the name—and wrote every martyr into the crimes of Song Bozong's father and son.

In the twelve days after the new emperor succeeded to the throne, the cabinet listed a total of 296 major sins—each of which was enough for the Song family father and son to die once, and people did not have to worry about the final outcome of Song Bozong.

Because it will be cruel enough to comfort the hearts of the world.

Everything is like the new emperor's era name - Qitai.

The torrent of history rolls forward, enveloping all people towards the next tomorrow. In the midst of internal and external troubles, people have not felt this kind of hope for a long time, so everyone has a good spirit to meet it.

This enthusiasm and excitement infect one person from one person to another, like a volcano that has been silent for a long time, and finally at this moment with all the patience and hope of the past, erupts out.

The whole of Kyoto is full of hope, except for a corner of the Tai Hospital.

This morning, Bai Yi opened his eyes.

An apprentice came to change his dressing, and there were so many wounds on his body that he was almost dead, and the high fever continued to recur until the night before.

It's the same with Burling.

The wounds left by the flogging in prison brought infection and inflammation, which in turn caused a high fever.

The body has gone through a long struggle and finally cleared all the invading bacteria and viruses, so the fever subsides and the person really becomes conscious.

During this time, they were placed in the same ward - Bai Yi probably couldn't have imagined that the beds he had previously used to house the four wounded were in

It was quiet, everything was the same as before, and the apprentices followed the same set of rules that Bai Yi had left behind, and carried out their duties meticulously.

Bai Shijun guards his children day and night, and his originally gray hair is a lot whiter.

At this moment, seeing Bai Yi waking up, as if struggling to sit up, he quickly stood up, took two pillows from the empty bed on the side, and put them on his son's back.

After he sat down, Bai Shijun asked again, "Are you hungry?" ”

Bai Yi shook his head, then relieved himself, and nodded again - these days, he has almost drunk rice soup and a little bit of steamed bread, and other things are basically eaten and vomited, and nothing with oil or salt.

Bai Shijun was about to get up, but the apprentice on the side hurriedly pressed him back into the chair and ran out to serve rice porridge by himself.

Bai Yi looked sideways, not far away Bai Ling was still sleeping quietly, she was lying on her side facing the wall, and only by looking closely could she see the ups and downs of her breathing.

"Let's drink some water first." Bai Shijun brought a glass of water.

“…… Thank you. Bai Yi was reluctant to let his father feed him water, so he reluctantly raised his hand to take the cup handed by his father.

This thank you made Bai Yi himself secretly surprised—his voice was hoarse to the point that it felt strange to him, probably because he often breathed through his mouth in the drowsiness.

Looking at Bai Yi sipping, Bai Shijun smiled, Bai Yi often thanked him like this, but this thank you always felt a little raw when he heard it.

Bai Shijun sat down again, "You have been burning all these days, we haven't asked you, you ...... that night How the hell did you get back? ”

Bai Yi raised his head and asked in a dry voice, "...... What the? ”

"When the apprentices changed shifts, as soon as they pushed the door, they saw you fall outside the west firewood room." Bai Shijun said, "The news in the palace says that in order to save people that night, you used yourself as bait to lure away the pursuers...... You're, how did you run back alone? ”

Bai Yi frowned a little dazedly.

The night of Emperor Jianxi's death, now recalling it, it is like a world away.

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