In September of the second year of Ming Qian, the noble concubine Yang was murdered by the pure noble concubine He and died. The emperor was compassionate and stripped the noble concubine He of the title, entered the cold palace, and never stepped out of the cold palace for half a step. Posthumously crowned the concubine Yang as the imperial concubine, gave the nickname Qingde, and was buried in the imperial mausoleum. The eldest princess of Huaili, the daughter of the concubine of Emperor Qingdeok, was passed to the queen Jiang to raise, and the emperor was raised for three days before the emperor.

The Temple of Nourishing the Heart.

Li Mingsheng was dressed in plain clothes and poured wine on the desk and drank it all. When Jiang Yan walked in, she looked at the wine jugs all over the floor, and she reluctantly packed them up.

"Your Majesty, don't drink like this anymore. If Emperor Qingde's concubine knew that you had been getting drunk for her, she wouldn't be at ease. Jiang Yan stepped forward to persuade Li Mingsheng.

"It's all my fault, why shouldn't I be nicer to her. Over the years, she has been by my side and worked hard, just hoping that I can treat her better, which I can't do. What qualifications do I have to say that I am a generation of Ming Jun......" Li Mingsheng poured himself a big sip of wine again.

Jiang Yan was also very unbearable: "Your Majesty, Emperor Qingde will not blame you." At this time, you should cheer up even more, Li'er and Lin'er are still waiting for his father. ”

"But I can't forgive myself." Li Mingsheng shook his head.

"Ah Sheng......" Jiang Yan hugged Li Mingsheng, "Everyone allows you to be grieved appropriately, and you are also allowed to continue to miss Emperor Qingde's concubine." But grief should be moderate, you are the responsibility of the people of the whole world, you and me, and the children. I believe that Emperor Qingde's concubine has a spirit in heaven, and I hope you can be strong. ”

Li Mingsheng was stunned: "She...... Will you forgive me? ”

"Yes, Your Majesty, she will."

Because she loves you as much as I do. Jiang Yan thought.

"I know...... Ayan, you go back and take good care of the children first, I want to go for a walk alone. Li Mingsheng put down the flask and said to Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan glanced at him worriedly, and retreated.

Li Mingsheng sorted out his clothes and walked out half-asleep. I don't know how long he walked, he came to Tangli Palace.

When I stepped into the palace gate, my mind was full of memories.

"I wish to win Jie'er's heart, and the white head will not be separated."

"The emperor also has to remember that the concubines like white pears the most."

"This garden is full of white pears, I gave it to you."

Li Mingsheng slowly stepped across the stream and walked under the white pear tree.

"Jie'er, if you had never met me, you would have had a good time now, right? You will have children with someone who loves you, and then you will have children and grandchildren. Li Mingsheng muttered to himself.

As if sensing what Li Mingsheng said, a letterhead suddenly fell from the white pear tree. Li Mingsheng picked it up suspiciously, and slowly opened it to read the words written on it.

As soon as he looked at the two lines, Li Mingsheng couldn't cry.

"Jie'er, I promise you that I will not blame myself, and I will live well." Li Mingsheng folded the letterhead and put it into his arms.

He glanced around at the white pears in the garden, as if relieved, and gently wiped away the tears left in the corners of his eyes. The white pears were sprinkled one after another, and in the haze, Li Mingsheng seemed to see Yang Jieyun's figure and smiled at himself.

"Jie'er, goodbye." Li Mingsheng looked at the white pear tree and showed a light smile.

He turned around, and his memories of the past were sealed away.

It's as if Yang Jieyun said to herself, Brother Sheng, we will meet again one day.