Zhao Yiheng felt at first glance that this person was definitely not Zhao Ziyue, but when he looked at him again, he was not sure, in addition to the fact that this child could not see clearly the appearance and body shape, there were still many similarities with Zhao Ziyue when he fell into the water.

He suppressed the discomfort in his heart, stood in front of the thin-skinned coffin for a long time, and then let the Tao come out, and ordered Imperial Doctor Lin, who came out of the palace, to come forward and confirm.

He never believed that Zhao Ziyue was gone like this, so he hoped that the imperial doctor could give him an answer that gave him a glimmer of hope.

Imperial Physician Lin bowed his hand to this Zhao Yiheng, and then took out his own medical box and stepped forward to check the corpse lying in the coffin.

Cutting open the shirt that only saw the background color, the flesh on the corpse had already rotted, and it was impossible to see if there were bruises or other injuries, but near the chest, you could see a wound from a sharp weapon, although the surrounding skin had also festered, but the wound was still quite obvious.

"The period of death is about half a month, choking on water and dying, there is a wound wound caused by a sharp weapon three inches outside the heart, and the deceased should be ** years old."

While examining the corpse carefully, Imperial Physician Lin habitually blurted out what he knew.

Zhao Yiheng, who was standing not far away, turned more and more pale, almost unsteady, he couldn't believe that Zhao Ziyue was gone like this, but if he was still alive, where was it, and why did this corpse have so many similarities with him?

The faces of everyone present were not good-looking, and they knelt silently in unison, and everyone knew that the person lying in the coffin was only afraid that it was Zhao Ziyue, the prince of Dadu.

Zhao Yiheng always didn't believe it, his eyes were unconsciously stained with a layer of fog, and he suddenly stepped forward after standing halfway.

The child had been floating in the water for many days, his shoes and socks were long gone, and his feet were not too big but they were rotting and smelling.

Zhao Yiheng raised the corpse's foot without hesitation, wanting to see the ink mole on the bottom of Zhao Ziyue's foot.

When Zhao Ziyue was born, he didn't have any marks on his body, but when he grew up, a mole grew on the sole of his foot for no reason.

Because of this mole, Mu Mingshu laughed once, saying that it was not good to grow under his feet.

But he never thought that it was this mole that became the only evidence to identify Zhao Ziyue today.

But the corpse has been dead for more than half a month, and it has been soaked in water for many days, and it has already rotted, Zhao Yiheng can only see the wriggling corpse worms crawling on the rotten meat for a long time, and he can't even see a piece of good meat on it, how can he see the mole that once suddenly grown.

He was a man who was a young man and a king of a country, but he cried unscrupulously in front of many people.

He and Mu Mingshu are just this child, they have been considerate and sensible since they were young, since Zhao Yiheng ascended the throne, he personally taught him the way of kings, hoping that he can provoke the capital as soon as possible.

But now, Zhao Yiheng just wants him to live, even if he only has one breath.

"Go and ask if there are people who have lost their children within a hundred miles of this radius." Zhao Yiheng wiped a handful of tears and opened his mouth with great vicissitudes.

Everyone thought that he couldn't accept the fact that Zhao Ziyue had died, but they didn't want to listen to him again: "Go to the palace and bring my Xuanmu." ”

"The emperor" Mo Shi stepped forward to persuade him, but asked Zhao Yiheng to stretch out his hand and interrupt.

Xuanmu is hard to find for a hundred years, a Xuanmu is only a Xuanmu coffin, and the Xuanmu coffin can protect the body from decay for thousands of years, and the emperor who has always had to make a difference can enjoy it after death, and Zhao Ziyue is just a child, neither ascending the throne nor canonizing the crown prince, let alone doing anything, but he doesn't want to die now but can use the Xuanmu coffin to be buried, which shows what status Zhao Ziyue has in Zhao Yiheng's heart.

Moshi took someone into the palace to get the Xuanmu coffin, but before he entered the palace, he asked Mu Mingshu to invite him, and when he entered the Kunning Palace, he was already dressed in plain clothes, so that Mu Mingshu blocked his throat when he saw it.

"The emperor ordered the ministers to come back to get the Xuanmu coffin, and I hope that the mother will mourn" Moshi lowered his eyebrows and bowed respectfully to Mu Mingshu, and never got up again.

Mu Mingshu's eyes were red, but he held back his tears, and his nails were deeply buttoned into the chair: "This palace doesn't believe it!" ”

Believe it or not, Moshi still rushed back to Bailitan with the Xuanmu coffin, and carried Zhao Ziyue's body into the palace after burying it.

And Mu Mingshu couldn't accept the facts no matter what, and the white cloth in the palace was not hung, and anyone wearing plain clothes would inevitably be scolded, which made everyone in the palace tremble for a while.

On the day when Zhao Yiheng came back with Zhao Ziyue's body, Su Ruolan entered the palace early in the morning.

Zhao Yiheng has always been a safe person, if he hadn't been sure, he wouldn't have used the Xuanmu coffin to carry the corpse into the palace for funerals, and Zhao Ziyue had always been Mu Mingshu's life, she was afraid that Mu Mingshu would not accept it for a while, and he would do something stupid.

Zhao Yiheng led the way in front, Zhao Ziyue's Xuanmu coffin followed behind, Mu Mingshu saw their group coming from afar, but until they came to the front, she also pulled out a smile and asked Zhao Yiheng: "What is this for." ”

Zhao Yiheng couldn't see her like this, so he took her into his arms and said in a slightly nasal voice: "Mingshu, you are stronger, Ziyue has gone"

Mu Mingshu hugged Zhao Yiheng's waist in front of the public, didn't believe his words at all, and only said: "What nonsense are you talking about, how could he go, he is obviously alive and well." ”

"Mingshu, don't lie to yourself, okay? He really went, let him go in peace, okay? ”

Zhao Yiheng hugged Mu Mingshu more and more tightly, the whole person exuded an aura of decadence, and his body trembled slightly: "Be strong, Ziyue is a sensible child, even if you go, I don't want to see you like this." ”

Mu Mingshu was enraged by his words, pushed Zhao Yiheng hard, got out of his embrace, pointed at him and scolded: "Zhao Yiheng, are you sick, the left sentence Ziyue went, the right sentence Ziyue went, do you think he is hindering you from becoming the emperor and cursing him to death." ”

"I'll tell you, if you say something like this again, I'm not done with you, don't think that it's great to be an emperor, it's really a matter of being yourself." Mu Mingshu's voice was not smiling, and everyone could hear it clearly, but Zhao Yiheng didn't say a word, and his expression was not annoyed.

Mu Mingshu looked at those people wearing plain clothes and filial piety clothes and lost his temper again, pushed and shoved a few minions and pulled their filial piety clothes and scolded: "Who gave you enough courage to dare to wear filial piety clothes in the palace, are you tired of living?" ”

"Get out, get out, get out of the palace." Even those who carried the coffin didn't tell her to let it go: "This is the palace, don't you know if it is taboo to carry the coffin into the palace?" You don't want to die, do you, or do you just want to die? ”

Before Mu Mingshu finished scolding, everyone had already knelt down for a long time, and no one dared to reply loudly, and the atmosphere became more and more bleak.

Su Ruolan took out a handkerchief and wiped her tears, and stepped forward to grab Mu Mingshu: "Good sister, if you are sad, cry out, people can't be resurrected after death, why bother to let him go." ”

But where can Mu Mingshu accept the fact that the child was born desperately when she was pregnant in October, and she didn't want to give up on him even if she had a difficult birth, just hoping that he could live well and look at the world, and now that it's gone, it's gone, how do you tell her to bear it.

She still remembers that when Zhao Ziyue was a child, she could turn over for the first time, sit for the first time, crawl for the first time, walk, and call her mother; He always likes to listen to stories in his arms, and the little people will also hold their own legs and be coquettish, and he is worried and scared when he learns that his mother is sick, for fear that he will become a motherless child.

On the day he fell into the river, she also remembered that the child was afraid that he would drink too much, so Tete stayed in the cabin and talked to herself, and later she also knew that Zhao Ziyue also asked someone to cook sobering soup with her.

All this is obviously as real as if he is in Fang Cai, but why is he suddenly gone, doesn't he say that he is sensible, doesn't he know that he will be sad?

Mu Mingshu pushed Su Ruolan away, his eyes were full of scarlet: "You go away, do you know what you are talking about, don't think that if you are good friends with this palace, you can say these words at will to curse the son of this palace." ”

She said Su Ruolan this time, Su Ruolan was not afraid, and then stepped forward and grabbed Mu Mingshu: "Ruolan knows that you feel uncomfortable, if you can make you feel better, you can beat Ruolan and scold Ruolan, the eldest prince is also Ruolan watched grow up, he is also the emperor's biological son, he has been held in the palm of his hand since he was a child, and he can't wait to give him the best in the world, each of us doesn't want to hear such unfortunate news, but sister, there is always a cruelty called reality in this world." ”

"The eldest prince is lying in this coffin now, he will sleep forever and never wake up again, sister, you just accept the reality."

Mu Mingshu really wanted to hit Su Ruolan, but the raised palm remained in mid-air, and he saw that her emaciated face finally let go. Mu Mingshu sat on the ground, his eyes glazed, and he didn't blink a blink.

Zhao Yiheng walked over slowly, hugged her into his arms, and hot tears fell on her face: "It's all my fault, I didn't protect him"

Mu Mingshu finally couldn't help crying, she hooked Zhao Yiheng's arm, crying and sobbing, big tears fell down her cheeks to the hem of her skirt, splashing a tear and then scattering only a tear.

"You tell me, it's all fake, it's all fake, Ziyue is so sensible, how can he be willing to leave me, how can he be willing"

Zhao Yiheng gently stroked Mu Mingshu's back with one hand, and said in a choked and difficult voice: "It's true, everything is true, Mingshu, he really left us"

"Ahhh