Tuoba Hong smiled skillfully in the dark, he was full of desire to know who his biological mother was, and until he knew the answer, he refused to die a little of the child's purest yearning, burning with a light like fireflies, leading him all the way to today. He knows that as long as he keeps smiling, the worst can always turn out to be good.

He kissed Feng Miao lightly on the cheek, "Because I know that I still want to marry you, and if I die early, I will be cheaper for others." ”

"No serious ......," Feng Miao said, but his hands wrapped around his waist. Her words were slurred, and Takubahong became more and more worried when he heard this, and walked back to the coffin bed with her in his arms. The stone was cold, and Feng Miao's shoes didn't know where to kick them. He weighed her several times before he placed her on a slightly soft pile of sand and jumped into the coffin himself.

There was the sound of sharp blades cutting the stone wall in the darkness, and Tuoba Hong quickly returned, picked Feng Miao up again, and warmed her thin body, "Miao'er, I wrote a sentence in the coffin, for thousands of years, this sentence will always be with my clothed remains." Do you want to know, what did I write? ”

"Hmm...... I want to ......" Feng Miao's voice was already very soft.

Tuoba Hong tightened his arms, listened to her faint breathing and heartbeat, and said solemnly, "When I welcome you back to the palace, I will tell you, be good, my brother will definitely come." ”

Feng Miao knew that she couldn't see anything in the tomb, so she simply didn't get up, but her curiosity had been aroused, and she snorted and rubbed straight in front of Tuoba Hong, "What is it about, can you always tell me?" ”

"No, you can't." Tuoba Hong interlaced his five fingers between her fingers, the human heart is so strange, but the softest place is the strongest. Even a little thought like a firefly can lead people to persevere.

"That'...... How many words? Feng Miao didn't give up yet, her face was pressed against his chest and shook gently, and the words she said were like a dream.

"Don't ask any more," Tuoba Hong wanted to tone up seriously, but he couldn't help but keep his voice low, "When I welcome you back to the palace, I'll tell you word for word, you don't have any jokes." In the darkness, he tried to keep his eyes open and not let himself fall asleep, concentrating on catching Feng Miao's voice getting lower and lower.

He had already lit up the glow in Feng Miao's heart, and the person in his arms was his little firefly, and he must not fall down first.

In the main hall of Taihe in the Lingquan Palace, more than 20 palace maids and eunuchs were cleaning the main hall overnight without a sound. Everyone had doubts in their hearts, but no one dared to speak rashly. Even when the ancestor emperor of the Tuoba clan was fighting everywhere, the new emperor had never been in such a hurry to ascend the throne, at least he should always return to Pingcheng first and ask the deacon of the ceremony to choose an auspicious day. But since the Empress Dowager spoke, the palace hurriedly prepared.

The entire Taihe Hall had to be cleaned, and it was too late to make a new dragon robe, so the old clothes brought by the prince were embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon pattern. The clothes were rushed out, and they didn't have time to be re-washed, so they were sent directly to the queen mother's bedroom. Tuoba Sui, who had changed his clothes, didn't know what was going on this night, so he kept crying, Aunt Cui hugged him, walking back and forth and coaxing, but there was no way to calm him down.

The Empress Dowager was annoyed by this crying noise, and said to Aunt Cui, "Go and prepare some sleeping medicine, feed it to your child, if you cry like this when you ascend the throne tomorrow, what will it look like?" ”

There were still five or six hours left before the enthronement ceremony, and the Empress Dowager meant to use a dose of heavy medicine to make the crown prince sleep until the end of the ceremony. Aunt Cui couldn't bear it, "Maybe I'm tired today, just sleep later, children are like this." That kind of medicine is used a lot, I'm afraid it hurts my brain......"

The Empress Dowager snorted coldly, "It's not a smart child, it's just that you ask someone to prepare the medicine, and if he still cries like this at the time of the ceremony, feed him." ”

Aunt Cui could only agree, and then persuaded again, "The Queen Mother should also go and rest, and she will get up early tomorrow to change her dress." ”

The Empress Dowager rubbed her forehead and shook her head gently, and was about to speak, when a person suddenly strode in from outside the hall, and a fierce wind rolled up from the hem of her clothes, and rushed straight to the Empress Dowager with anger.

"You're here?" The Empress Dowager saw the face of the person who came, and there was an incredible surprise in her voice, "Tomorrow Xue'er will ascend the throne, you are Xue'er's teacher, and you should go to the Taihe Hall with Xue'er to participate in the ceremony." There have been a lot of affairs in the past few days, and she knew that Li Chong did not support her in supporting the new monarch, and she did not announce him again, and it was not too late to explain slowly when everything was settled.

Li Chong was so angry that his hands trembled, and he called "Feng You" twice in a row, but he couldn't say the next words. Aunt Cui reminded in a low voice on the side, "Lord Li, you have trespassed, the name of the Empress Dowager, the foreign minister should not be called at will." ”

Unexpectedly, Li Chong, who has always adhered to etiquette, turned around suddenly, pointed at Aunt Cui and said, "You are also an accomplice!" None of you are clean! She's just a weak woman, so why won't you let her go? ”

Aunt Cui's face changed greatly, she took several steps back, hurriedly handed over the prince to the nurse and took him away, and drove out the palace maids and eunuchs who served. The Empress Dowager had already understood what he was talking about, her face remained unchanged, and she stared at Li Chong coldly, maintaining her last majesty.

"For so many years, you have been saying that the fire in the Shangyang Hall was an accident, and I believe it. I didn't expect you to be so vicious......" Li Chong picked up a celadon cup from the table, pinched it in his hand and slowly increased the force, and the small cup of the thin tire "clicked" and shattered into pieces, but it was still tightly held in his hand.

"Feng You, all the affection between me and you is the same as this cup. If you can restore this cup to its original state, I will forgive you. Li Chong opened his palm, and the broken porcelain pieces fell to the ground with a clatter, making a series of crisp noises on the blue brick floor.

The first time he met this most noble woman in the Great Wei, he had the audacity to beg her to take care of Li Yuanrou, who had just entered the court. The bead curtain was lifted, and the lake-blue silk shoes decorated with opal went straight to the mud gold brick in front of him. He didn't expect that the widowed queen mother would be so young.

Since then, he has frequently been in and out of the Fengyi Palace, at first to inquire about Li Yuanrou's news, and then to hear more and more Empress Dowager Feng talk about court politics. The world said that she used thunder to kill the authoritarian prime minister Yihun overnight. Only he knew that she hid in a corner of the Fengyi Hall that night, holding the spiritual seat of her dead husband in one hand and holding a sharp blade against her throat in the other. If the plan fails, Yihun will definitely enter the palace to take revenge, and she would rather die than be humiliated.

It was her frightened eyes that night that made Li Chong willing to accompany her to this day, regardless of the criticism of the Manchu dynasty, to be her nominal lover. But the memories were torn into pieces by reality, and in the past four days, he galloped all the way back to Qingyan Temple on the outskirts of Pingcheng to verify whether Mrs. Li there was the person he thought in his heart, but the result he got made him regret.

Li Chong's voice was full of disappointment, and he didn't know if it was for her or to himself, "You, a vicious woman, took Wen Lan away, knocked her unconscious, and lit a fire in her dormitory. But you probably would never have thought that Yuan Rou was not dead, she was saved by Wen Lan. The heavens have eyes, and you are destined to be punished. ”

The Empress Dowager didn't say a word of pleading, if the plea was useless, she would at least retain the majesty of being the Empress Dowager "The crown prince will ascend the throne tomorrow morning, no matter what, the mourning family is always for the peace of the Great Wei." ”

"Okay, okay, you be your empress dowager," Li Chong was very angry, but laughed out loud, and bowed to her to salute the monarch and minister, "Tomorrow morning, the minister will definitely fight to the death, the emperor's whereabouts are unknown, and he should go all out to find it, and he should not set up a new monarch at this time." After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for the Empress Dowager to reply, and then walked away again.

The bat-patterned curtain at the door was shaken by him, and the bats connected to each other in the first place seemed to fly out of the curtain.

Aunt Cui stepped forward and persuaded in a low voice, "The Empress Dowager, Lord Li is just in a hurry, he ......"

"He's in a hurry?" The Empress Dowager sneered, her voice suddenly raised, "Why did he accuse the mourning family without asking the reason?!" What happened back then was just a matter of success and defeat, so what was right or wrong? ”

Aunt Cui bowed her head silently, and she knew the old things clearly.

The Empress Dowager murmured softly, as if she was still talking to the person who had already gone away, "Li Yuanrou helped her husband forge the edict of Emperor Wencheng and wanted to mourn his family and be martyred. If it wasn't Li Yuanrou who died at that time, it would be the mourning family. Is it wrong that the mourning family just wants to live? ”

Even more silent, no one could answer her question.

In the tomb of Wannian Hall, Feng Miao was already angry, leaning lightly in front of Tuoba Hong. In a trance, there was a warm liquid dripping into the mouth, with a scorching fishy smell. Feng Miao was agitated by this smell, subconsciously shook her head, and said "um" softly. When she came to her senses, she tasted the smell of blood, and refused, with some horror.

"I remembered that I had a little bit of deer blood on me that I had hunted the other day. The deer in Fang Mountain are very nourishing and physical, and when hunting from Qianshan Mountain, they rely on this all the way. Tuoba Hong held her in one hand and whispered, "You're not used to the smell, just bear with it." ”

Feng Miao's mind was dazed, and she felt that there was something wrong with this, but she couldn't think clearly for a while, and muttered, "Then have you drunk it?" ”

"Well, I've already drunk more than half of it, and there's a little left for you." Tuoba Hong's tone became a little deliberately light, and he fed her a few more sips before changing his position and continuing to hold her tight.

The silence of the burial chamber returned, and in the midst of the boundless darkness and silence, the sand beneath him suddenly began to flow slowly, at first as slowly as the wind blows the sand dunes, and then it flowed faster and faster, and the thickness of the sand could almost be clearly felt slowly decreasing.

Tuoba Hong's heart was alert, remembering that the bluestone slab buried in the sand was covered with spikes, and hurriedly got up and jumped into the coffin. There was a creaking sound between the cracks in the heavy stone door, as if something had penetrated through the crack in the door, and little by little it pried the boulder of the top door. Between the boulder and the stone gate, a glimmer of light gradually penetrated.

The light grew brighter and brighter, and after a loud "boom", countless dust flew up in the tomb, and the light of the torches outside the door shone straight in. Staying in the dark for too long, his eyes couldn't adapt to such a strong light for a while, Tuoba Hong hurriedly covered Feng Miao's eyes, mouth and nose, and turned his head sideways and closed his eyes.

In the midst of a chaotic sound of footsteps, someone shouted in surprise and joy, "Brother Huang!" ”

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