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Seeing Sun Qingyang mourning and crying, Zhu Zhanji reached out and stroked her head, as if to a child, "Silly girl, I want to think about it too, but I'm going to break my promise, after I leave, you have to help me take care of my mother, take care of them in Qizhen, don't think of me." ”

He looked at the crown prince again, "Qi Zhen, after your father is gone, you will be the man of the family, the pillar of the family, you have to take good care of the imperial grandmother, take care of your mother, sister and younger brother." For the emperor and the emperor, they are all lonely, they are all your closest relatives, only these relatives can make you not feel lonely, you must not forget this. After ascending the throne, you must appoint virtuous ministers, benevolent government and love the people, and be a good emperor. ”

Zhu Zhanji coughed a few times, and then said after wheezing: "Jian Yi is simple and strategic, Yang Rongming is promising, Yang Shiqibo is upright, and Yuan Ji Hanhong is good at decisiveness." If it involves talents, it is more from the righteousness; If the matter involves the military, it is mostly from Yang Rong; When it comes to the etiquette system, it is mostly from Shiqi; Yang Pu is introverted, but his ethics are very good, and he is admired by the ministers, you have to learn more from them, and you must tell your imperial grandmother about major military affairs before you can decide. As for the afterlife, according to what I said before, after a hundred years, you should be in the same tomb with your mother. ”

Explaining the aftermath one by one, Zhu Zhanji's face did not show sadness, only when he looked at Sun Qingyang, he showed worry and reluctance.

"Father, the son knows." The prince seemed to understand what Zhu Zhanji said, and there were tears in his eyes.

Zhu Zhanji asked all the royal families to come in: "Spread my will, the vassal king can pay tribute in the territory, and there is no need to enter the capital for funeral." All the childless concubines were buried and buried in the concubine garden. ”

Hearing Zhu Zhanji's will, Sun Qingyang's eyes widened in surprise, "Your Majesty—"

Zhu Zhanji waved his hand to stop Sun Qingyang from speaking, "I know your thoughts, but this matter is still left to Qi Zhen to do, you are too kind, although you are too kind, although you show your teeth and claws on the surface, and refuse to let go of the people who hurt you, in fact, in the end, I always love to leave room for others, I take them away, and in the future, there will be no ups and downs in this harem......"

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Zhanji had already closed his eyes tiredly, and his hands hung down weakly. The previous conversation with the Queen Mother made him make up his mind, and he decided to do anything for her, even if he was infamous again. There are no concubines in the harem, and it is impossible for the queen mother to borrow anyone to suppress Qingyang, as for the Wu family, she is Qingyang's maid, he believes that no matter what, it is impossible to turn over the big waves.

Sun Qingyang couldn't say anything more, she only knew that Zhu Zhanji was going to die. She hugged Zhu Zhanji and shouted, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, don't sleep." Don't sleep! Your Majesty, don't die, don't die. You said that you want to accompany your concubines for the rest of your life...... Emperor. She cried loudly, crying so loudly that she screamed one after another, as if she could call Zhu Zhanji back.

Jinxiu also cried together, the cry of mourning relatives was contagious, for a while, the Qianqing Palace and outside the crying have been crying for years, the Queen Mother stopped them at the beginning, and later, she couldn't help crying.

Middle-aged widowed and old widowed, even if she is the most noble woman in the world, what is the use! Everything she cares about the most is lost!

However, no matter how miserable they cried, that cry could not wake Zhu Zhanji, he closed his eyes and never opened them again. The gradually cold temperature in his palm reminded Sun Qingyang that despair had come.

"Brother Zhu, you can't ......"

Slipping off her hand, Sun Qingyang looked at Zhu Zhanji's face with pity, tears fell like rain, this time, she knew that the person in her arms would never open her eyes again.

From then on, the dark sky and the sky were not as far away as the distance between her and him. The distance between life and death, the distance between yin and yang.

The mournful wail resounded through the Ninefold Palace, and Sun Qingyang's whole body seemed to be pulled away, and a mouthful of blood spat on the placket of his clothes, and he fell down immediately.

The crown prince looked at Sun Qingyang, who had fainted from crying, and immediately shouted loudly in panic, "Queen Mother, Queen Mother, what's wrong with you?" Come. Come on, Doctor, Doctor—"

On the third day of the first month of the tenth year of Xuande, on the 31st day of the first month of the solar calendar, the big bell in the palace rang. The bell rang in the sky, echoing inside and outside the Forbidden City, and soon, everyone in the capital knew about it. The emperor died.

All of a sudden, the whole city was plain clothes, and the civil and military officials above the fifth grade went to Sishan Gate every day to cry, and went to the Yamen to rest at night, and they were not allowed to go home, and they were not allowed to drink and eat meat. This day of national mourning is naturally very torturous when the weather is cold and freezing. Although the yamen has a warm kang, most of them are high-ranking or elderly ministers, and even if everyone burns the charcoal stove, it is still difficult to withstand the heavy cold.

When I cried in Sishanmen in those days, there was no oil or water in my stomach, and I was dressed in decay outside, and the officials up and down were miserable, and many of them were old and weak, and even fainted directly.

When Sun Qingyang woke up, the emperor had already entered the imperial palace and was sent to the main hall of the Yanghe Palace. Because he had been ill for a long time before, the imperial doctor vaguely predicted, so the future had already been arranged, and the queen mother supervised it, everything went smoothly, and there was no chaos.

After Sun Qingyang woke up, he was comforted by Zhuang Jing, Yan Zhi and others for a long time and barely drank two mouthfuls of porridge. Struggling to run to the coffin to keep a watch.

"The queen mother, the virtuous concubine, they also went." Yan Zhi's words, Sun Qingyang understood what he meant.

Danzhi took the bowl out, and Shuangzhi helped Sun Qingyang cover the quilt, and comforted softly: "Niangniang, the emperor loves you so much, if he sees you like this, he will be sad." Niangniang, the emperor said that birth, old age, sickness and death are the way of heaven and the number of fate. Niangniang, you have to take care of yourself, and you must not let down the emperor's love for you. ”

Yan Zhi said: "Niangniang, you always say that people who are affectionate and sexual should be open-minded, and the slaves and maids all know that the emperor is concentric, but the slave and maid bluntly said that the best way for you to be concentric with the emperor is not to go with him, but to take care of the prince and princess as he said, raise them as adults, raise the queen mother for the emperor, and help him be filial to his relatives...... Niangniang, if you ignore it and just let yourself be sad, you will be sorry for the emperor. ”

Since Sun Qingyang fainted, the top and bottom of Kunning Palace have been in good spirits, for fear that the queen will not be able to think about it, and will follow the emperor, after all, the queen has been white almost overnight, and in anyone's eyes, it is shocking.

"Have you collected all the things that the palace asked you to prepare for Concubine Shu before? Is there anything else? Sun Qingyang, who had always been indifferent, suddenly asked.

When Shuangzhi heard that Sun Qingyang finally spoke, a smile appeared on his face, and he remembered that this was an extraordinary period, so he hurriedly accepted the joy and replied: "It's okay, it's all here, just wait for you to explain." Seeing that Sun Qingyang seemed to hear it, he continued: "I heard that the Queen Mother intended to make an order, and all the palace concubines and her palace people were all martyred. ”

Sun Qingyang was surprised, "The emperor only said that the concubines were martyred, not the palace people." ”

Frost Branch sighed, "Where is the master, the reason why the slave is still living alone?" You ladies are going to accompany the emperor, don't they have to be waited for? ”

Hearing that Shuangzhi was such a knowledge, Sun Qingyang knew that the chance of persuading the Queen Mother was too small, but he still gritted his teeth, "After grooming the palace and guarding the spirit, the palace will go to Cining Palace." ”

Sun Qingyang struggled to get up and put on filial piety clothes, went to the mourning hall, knelt in front of Zhu Zhanji's coffin, burned paper money, and was sad in his heart.

The white silk in the palace was displayed, she knelt under the coffin and didn't dare to approach, and she didn't dare to take another look at Zhu Zhanji's face under the white silk. The voices around her could hear her heart pounding, crying near and far, she couldn't hear anything, her eyes were dry, and there were no tears. I trembled vigorously, my lips and teeth trembled and numb, until I couldn't hold it anymore, turned around and ran to the bottom of the porch, retching, and I couldn't wait to vomit out all my heart and lungs.

In heaven I wish it was a winged bird, and on earth I would like it to be a branch.

From then on, she was a feather with broken wings, a branch with a single root.

In the midst of the vigil, Sun Qingyang was so sad that he couldn't eat anything, his body was overloaded, his physical strength was exhausted, and he fainted again. In the end, the Queen Mother asked her to take her back and force her to rest.

Sun Qingyang pleaded with the Queen Mother not to let the palace concubine and the palace people be martyred.

After a few crying and begging, the Queen Mother finally relented, and looked at Sun Qingyang with hatred, "You want to protect one or two of them, the mourning family can still understand, and even want to keep them all, it is too much of a woman's kindness, in the past, they did not add to your blockage, the emperor wanted them to be buried, but for your own good, if the mourning family sees that you are disgusted, and you can't keep them as a felling child, and find trouble with you, do you still want to keep them boring?" ”

Sun Qingyang lowered his head and said: "The concubine just thinks that everyone has a time to make mistakes, but in any case, there is only one life, and those who are in high positions have the power of life and death. Moreover, the mourning of the martyrdom of the two generations of concubines is endless, and the concubines really can't bear to repeat such a tragedy again. ”

The Queen Mother sighed, "Below the concubine position, all the martyrs, except for those who follow the concubines, avoid martyrdom, you can't let the emperor be under Jiuquan, no one waits, right?" The mourners could no longer budge. ”

"The Queen Mother—"

The Queen Mother said coldly: "There is no need to say anything about this, can you bear to see Zhan'er be alone after she passes over?" You weren't jealous when he was alive, why did you become jealous after he became popular? If they go with the emperor, their families will be rewarded, so don't be entangled anymore, otherwise, the mourning family will make a decree and do everything according to what was said before. ”

Sun Qingyang wanted to say that her mother told her when she was a child that after death, there is no other world, but seeing that the Queen Mother didn't want to say more, she thought that for the Queen Mother who believed in Buddhism, the cycle of life and death, karma, was something rooted in her bones, how could she be persuaded to change? I had to bow my head and answer: "The concubines thanked their mothers for their generosity." ”