Yuan Hong nodded, "It's really a coincidence, later the Yan country built by the Murong clan fell apart, and there were people in several places who claimed to be the orthodox heir, among which the Northern Yan was usurped by the Feng family, and later destroyed by the ancestors of the Tuoba clan At that time, the Tuoba clan got a box of Yuehua incense from the Northern Yan Palace, but unfortunately the prescription was no longer found, and this box of medicine was later used on the daughter of the Feng family, so as not to give birth to an heir to the throne of this ambitious family." ”

Feng Miao was still puzzled: "What do these have to do with the hibiscus tattoo?" ”

"This matter has to start with Murong Trai, the victorious general of the Murong family," Yuan Hong gently rubbed her head, indicating that it would be a long story, "When Murong Trai was already famous all over the world, the founding emperor of Great Wei was still a young man in exile, he had the most orthodox blood of the Tuoba clan, but he did not have a single soldier in his hands. He was displaced and starved, but he did not forget to find his father's old ministry and make a comeback. It was at this time that he met Murong Chui's most precious granddaughter. ”

Yuan Hong's voice was low and soft, like the wind on his cheeks when the weather had just warmed up. In front of Feng Miao's eyes, it was as if a picture scroll had unfolded, and on the vast grassland, the ambitious Luotuo boy met a little princess as dazzling as a pearl. Maybe she was the first to command, maybe he had deliberately approached, these two people who should not have intersected met each other under the guidance of fate.

The boy used his own bow to shoot back the most cunning and ferocious wolf on the grassland, and gave it to his beloved girl. The pampered little princess gave him her favorite hairpin and sold it to recruit troops. The little princess brought the stubborn-eyed boy to her grandfather, and taunted him with a twist, asking him to help him make a contribution. Murong Chui lent him soldiers and horses, but he did not agree to marry his granddaughter, who was as precious as his eyes.

Before the young man left with his soldiers and horses, he said to the famous Murong Chui, "One day, I will become a great hero like you, and at that time, she will still be my princess sooner or later, see how you can stop me?" ”

From that day on, the little princess of the Murong clan waited every day, waiting for the person she was thinking of in her heart to become a big hero like her grandfather earlier, and came back to pick her up on a horse. The grasslands were constantly fighting, and countless tribes rose overnight, and then fell like meteors in an instant. The daughter of the Murong family is naturally not a delicate and useless woman, she follows her grandfather and father to defend the city together, and a golden bow in her hand gradually becomes prestigious.

In her heart, her grandfather will always be a great hero, just like the sun that rises in the east every day, shining brightly and brilliantly. Until one day, the sun was obscured by dense black clouds, and her grandfather suffered a crushing defeat in Sanhepi. The original boy had become a heroic young man, he secretly deceived the little princess, left her in the camp tent, and became his own woman, but he used her as bait behind his back, luring Murong Chui and his son to go deep alone. One hundred thousand Great Yan Erlang was buried in Shenhepi by life, and although Murong Chui was lucky to save his life, he turned white overnight.

Hearing this, Feng Miao's fingertips trembled slightly, she had listened to Gao Gao Huan tell the story of Shenhepi, and knew that the person who made Murong Trai suffer the first and last defeat in his life was the founding emperor of the Great Wei Dynasty, Tuoba Jue. She turned her head quietly, barely able to bear to listen any longer.

Yuan Hong saw that she was sad, and after a short pause, she sped up her speech, "You should know a little bit about what happened later, the Murong clan was completely defeated by the Tuoba clan, and even that little princess became a prisoner of war. The Murong clan used to be the real overlord of the Xianbei tribes, and the rest of the tribes had to pay regular tribute to the Murong clan, even the Tuoba clan was no exception. They have handsome and bewitching faces, and because they have always maintained a pure bloodline, the Murong clan often has children born with eyes as pure as jasper, and many Xianbei herdsmen even really believe that they are the descendants of the gods. As long as the descendants of the Murong clan still existed, the Tuoba clan would never be able to become the true king of the north. ”

"So......" Feng Miao had already guessed that for a monarch with great talents, any obstacle must be removed.

Yuan Hong hugged her stiff shoulders, just wanting to finish this painful old story quickly, but the past was full of things, and he couldn't tell it clearly for a while. He continued quickly, regardless of whether Feng Miao could hear it clearly or not, "The Founding Emperor once ordered that all the descendants of the Murong clan be killed except for those who were selected to be slaves in the palace. It is said that at that time, the founding queen and Mrs. Liu sent by the Xiongnu tribe were pregnant, and Mrs. Liu deliberately told Empress Murong about this, causing her to miscarry in anger. Since then, Empress Murong has never said a word to the Founding Emperor, and even when she cast gold by hand before she was crowned, it was done by the Founding Emperor like a puppet. ”

"Hibiscus ......," Feng Miao whispered.

Yuan Hong hugged her tighter, "Empress Murong once secretly helped some people from the Murong clan to escape from killing, and these people have always wanted to take revenge. The hibiscus flower was Empress Murong's favorite decoration, and they used the hibiscus flower pattern as a token to communicate with each other. Most of these descendants of the Murong clan who escaped death have changed their surnames, and many of them have changed their surnames to the Gao family. ”

"These descendants of Murong have repeatedly tried to assassinate the founding emperor, but they have never succeeded. Empress Murong, who had a strong temperament, never disdained to defend herself, and the founding emperor was also a hot-tempered person, despite the opposition of the ministers of the court, insisted on favoring Empress Murong alone, although she never spoke. It wasn't until Empress Murong died that he ordered someone to destroy all the visible hibiscus patterns in the palace, and he wanted Empress Murong to be buried with him, but he killed the descendants of the Murong clan even more frantically, and left a last word, there are no more women surnamed Murong in the palace. ”

Feng Miao looked down at her chest, her fingers brushed over the pale pink petals, like an old wound on her heart, still oozing blood, "You mean...... I have a hibiscus tattoo because I'm actually a descendant of the Murong family? ”

Yuan Hong didn't want to lie to her, so he could only nod his head and comfort her, "Miao'er, whether you are a descendant of the Southern Dynasty or a descendant of the Murong clan, I only know that you are my Miao'er." Unless...... You don't mind this identity, and you have a grudge against my ancestors who caused your people to be displaced. ”

He pressed his head on Feng Miao's shoulder, not daring to look at her expressions and movements, as if he was waiting for a verdict. After a long time, Feng Miao shook her head lightly, "A-Niang must know these things, but she never told me, she must hope that I will forget." A-Niang said that no matter what this hibiscus flower represents, I just need to accept it calmly. She didn't want me to be obsessed with the pain of the past, she wanted me to be happy. ”

This small action made Yuan Hong's hanging heart fall, he looked at Feng Miao's pure dark eyes and said, "Miao'er, it's good that you can think like this, I can also tell you clearly, no matter how difficult it is between you and me, even if everyone thinks that we should be natural enemies, I still treat you as the only beloved wife, this is how I love you!" ”

Feng Miao reached out to hug his waist, leaned her head on his chest, and answered in a low voice.

At this moment, a little eunuch knelt at the door and said, "Zhaoyi Niangniang's medicine is ready." Feng Miao only regarded it as one of those medicines for asthma, and wanted to shake her head and say that she didn't drink it, but Yuan Hong took the medicine and sent it to her lips with a porcelain spoon, and the thick black soup exuded a strange aroma. The smell made her feel tired from the bottom of her heart, but she couldn't bear to refuse Yuan Hong, so she still opened her lips and took the sip of the potion.

The little eunuch asked again, "Lord Gao, please ask the emperor to show me, do you have any other errands to do today?" ”

Feng Miao looked up at Yuan Hong strangely, but Yuan Hong calmly brought another spoonful of medicinal juice to her lips, and ordered the little eunuch, "Let him go back and send the medicine tomorrow." ”

"This medicine was prepared by Gao Gao Huan?" Feng Miao tilted her head slightly, refusing to drink this sip of medicinal juice again, "I thought you would ...... this morning At least let him get away from the palace. ”

"Gao Huan's medical skills are very good, it just so happens that Su Wen can't move his hands now, I plan to let him cure your asthma, and come here once a day to deliver medicine." Yuan Hong's words were obviously perfunctory, obviously concealing part of the truth.

"Your Majesty, Gao Gao Huan also has a hibiscus tattoo on his body," Feng Miao held his arm and leaned forward because he was in a hurry, "I'm worried that he will be the same as Gao Zhaorong." She remembered Gao Zhaorong's eyes at the last moment, not so much that she committed suicide in fear of sin, but that she felt that what she should do and could do had been done, and she could finally die generously. If the crown prince rebels, he will definitely be deposed, and her son will become the prince, and the future emperor of Great Wei will also carry the blood of the Murong family.

The obsession of Murong's descendants with bloodline and revenge made Feng Miao worry and fear. She couldn't tell the reason, but she always felt that what Gao Huan wanted was not just now.

"I know that Gao Gao Huan has already told me everything," Yuan Hong carefully cooled the soup in the bowl, "He confessed several places where Murong's descendants were hiding, and only he knew how to contact those people, and I still had to rely on him to exterminate the remnants of the Murong clan." ”

He paused for a moment before he said in a deep voice, "What's more, only he can cure your illness now." He remembered the secret conversation with Gao Gao Huan in the morning, and his heart ached faintly, the hibiscus flower is not just a simple mark, this kind of flower that blooms and falls in the morning symbolizes almost crazy persistence. Plant it, and you will wear shackles for the rest of your life.

Feng Miao was a little puzzled, she always thought that she was just born with lung fever, cough and asthma, coupled with the deficiency and imbalance in the middle of the month, any clever imperial doctor could treat it, but the effect was good or bad.

She had to ask again, and there was another person dressed in the costume of an internal official, kneeling at the door with a happy face, "Your Majesty, the good news sent by Lord Li Chong quickly, the rebels have all surrendered, the prince has personally written a plea, the two sons of the king of Dongyang and several rebel leaders have been captured, and no one has escaped!" ”

The official was eloquent, and the report was another happy event, and his tone was elated, which made people listen to it very happily.

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