Author: Skyrim Drive

He Yue's voice gradually lowered in the back, as if she remembered the past.

Feng Ran collected the internal strength, sat on the main hall and drank tea with peace of mind, Xu was too tired to take care of He Yue, and the Queen Mother was accompanied to talk, Feng Ran felt relieved, drank a few sips of tea, tilted his head, and fell asleep on the back of the chair.

In the Fengmeng Continent, burials are not uncommon, but they have not become a common practice, and whether to be martyred or not depends on the martyr's own will. In fact, like the royal family, the person in power of the high-ranking family died, and he still hoped that the wives and concubines of the people in power could be "voluntarily" martyred. The burial of wives and concubines is often regarded as a manifestation of the virtue of those in power, and it is a very boastful thing.

Of course, the wives and concubines who are "voluntarily" martyred will also receive very good "treatment", for example, accompanying the burial into the mausoleum of the deceased, for example, posthumously recognizing their identity, such as improving the status of the children of the "martyred", etc.

In the heart of the Queen Mother, even if He Yueming was marrying Feng Ran, she did not admit Feng Ran's identity, and that wedding was just for the court to need an amnesty. Therefore, Feng Ran is not qualified to be sent to the main tomb after death to be buried with He Yue like Empress Mao, let alone buried in a coffin! Feng Ran can only be buried in the ear chamber on the side of the main tomb of the emperor's mausoleum as a burial companion.

If he can force Feng Ran to be martyred, just by virtue of the status of Emperor Xun Wuwei before Feng Ran, the commander of the soldiers and horses, and the minister of the cabinet, it will add great glory to He Yueping. Of course, Feng Ran was buried as a subordinate, so he could erase the rebellious relationship between Feng Ran and the emperor, and if he rebuilt the annals of history in the future, he could erase the disgraceful traces of spiders and worms in the annals of history, and maintain the glorious image of Emperor Chengde's generation of Ming monarchs and holy lords without any stains.

Feng Ran has always known that he will not live long, and as early as many years ago, he took life and death lightly. Whether it was He Yue who wanted him to die at the end of his life, or the Queen Mother who wanted him to be buried, or who was forced to suffer and die a shameful death, Feng Ran didn't care too much.

Feng Ran didn't know how long he just took a nap and slept, when he woke up cold, His Royal Highness was already dark, and the Queen Mother didn't know when she had left. Outside the hall is in the small spring of October, the weather is warm, and the hall is warm as summer, ordinary people do not feel the chill at all, and the wind dye is still awakened by the cold. When I woke up, I felt that my hands and feet were so cold that I couldn't move, so I called Xiaoyuan and rubbed my body, hands, feet and limbs for myself, and Feng Ran felt relieved.

When Feng Ran asked, he realized that it was He Yue who repeatedly ordered him to tell his subordinates not to disturb his rest. After his hands and feet were warmed and dexterous, Feng Ran returned to the dormitory, and saw He Yue lying on the bed, awake, so he said, "Help you get up and sit down?"

He Yue said weakly and tiredly: "The queen mother just left, I just lay down." Feng Ran sat down at the head of the bed and said, "Then you go to sleep first, and when you wake up, I will accompany you to dinner." Holding He Yue's hand, he gave He Yue his internal strength to the slightest bit. He Yue sighed in his heart, knowing that the internal force was not helpful to his body, but he couldn't say it, for fear of provoking the wind and getting sad.

The next day, the wind and the sound dispersed and came to ask for peace, and He Yue asked the wind to avoid it. On this day, He Yue followed the wind and He Xiangxiang in the dormitory from noon to unitary time, and the middle also announced that the inner servant came out to pass ginseng tea and pen and ink paper, and Feng He Xiangxiang choked several times, and cried twice. Kazeran sat in the main hall, listening to the movement in the dormitory, and slowly sipped tea. Knowing that He Yue was telling him about his future, although Feng Ran could use the art of listening to the wind to distinguish the form, but since he heard the Queen Mother say about the funeral yesterday, Feng Ran didn't want to listen to it anymore.

In the following days, as long as He Yue was slightly better physically and mentally, he would summon the ministers of the court.

He Yue also summoned her concubines separately. After the summons, Concubine Wu was always indifferent, and she couldn't see her joy or anger; Concubine Guan's expression was very complicated, including sadness, depression, dissatisfaction, relief, and so on; He Yue, for the sake of Prince Wu He Dan, was finally promoted to Concubine Lan, and Concubine Lan was promoted to Concubine Lan, but Concubine Lan was promoted, but she cried a lot, and then those who were well maintained began to age; and all the other concubines who had a skin-to-skin relationship with the emperor also had their own promotions. Then He Yue decreed that, except for the three concubines, all the other concubines should return to their parents' homes, and the internal affairs court would pay them regularly according to their positions, and their mother's sons and nephews would support them for the rest of their lives.

Since the middle of October, the weather has become cold suddenly, and He Yue's body and spirit have also suddenly deteriorated with the cold weather.

On October 13, He Yue held Feng Ran's hand and said with difficulty: "Feng Ran, you go back to the house." ”

Feng Ran instantly grabbed He Yue's hand tightly, pressed it tightly and his cheek, and leaned down again, kissing He Yue's lips gently, extremely lingering and extremely gentle.

He Yue's body could no longer bear such lingering gentleness, and after a while, he gasped one after another, his lips trembled, and said, "Don't send me, don't look at the way I went, I am still alive in your heart." ”

"He Yue. ”

He Yue no longer had the strength in his hands, but he still tried his best to hold Feng Ran's hand, gasping and saying intermittently: "If you have the heart, let me repay everything I owe you in the next life." If you don't want to, then just do it, I don't force you, it's all according to your will. ”

The two hands that were clasped together for a long time, and they were reluctant to let go.

For more than 20 years, we have worked hand in hand, overcoming obstacles and shouldering them. Life will be exhausted, and love is strong.

The emperor was seriously ill, and he served the emperor close every day, and he was extremely meticulous and thoughtful, and he had not returned to the palace for several months, but suddenly he came back from the palace, stayed in the palace, closed the door, and every day was like losing his soul, silent, and out of his mind. Zheng Xiunian saw it in his eyes, and guessed a few points in his heart, so he sent his son Zheng Guotai to take care of Feng Ran closely.

This Zheng Guotai is two and a half years younger than his sister Brother An, and he is fifteen years old. Zheng Xiunian is both civil and military, and can almost be regarded as a middle-aged son, after the battle, the class teacher returned to the capital, Yi Wu entered the literature, became a soldier and a squire, and his life was stable, in addition to being an official, he spent his energy on teaching his son. Therefore. Although Zheng Guotai is young, his personality is calmer and more down-to-earth than his sister, and he is an old and serious child.

Because of Feng Ran's insistence, Zheng Xiunian's family has been living in the Imperial Mansion, and Ji Ziyan is the master of Feng Dye and takes care of the affairs of the back house. Everyone lives together, looking down and not looking up, Feng Ran and He Yue both like Zheng Guotai a lot, and they look forward to it with the talent of the pillars, and when they are in a good mood, they will also point out one or two.

On the 16th, Feng Ran had just eaten dinner and was lying on the bed. Zheng Guotai persuaded his cousin to go for a walk in the back house to eliminate food. Then he half-forcedly and half-persuasively lifted Fengran up from the bed, put on a fur coat, and went for a walk in the back garden. It's the child who has been born and grown up with his own eyes, and there are some estranged blood relations, Feng Ran did not resist Zheng Guotai's touch, knowing that this cousin is a filial piety, and it is not good to brush the child's heart,

Zheng Guotai was carefully taught by his father, and he was a person who did things and had a clear mind. He accompanied Feng Ran, chatting intermittently, asking for advice from time to time, teasing Feng Ran to speak comfortably, but it would not make people feel noisy.

At that time, Feng Ran inadvertently walked to the vicinity of Rong Yuan, and saw from a distance that the few green bamboos in Rong Yuan were lush and towering out of the courtyard, Feng Ran was stunned, and remembered that since he left the Wind Garden with Lu Feiqing in the first year of the Jing Rebellion, he has not returned to live in this Rong Garden, I don't know if it is barren?

"Tai'er, help me to the front and see where your Uncle Feng used to live. ”

Zheng Guotai was a little surprised: "Doesn't Uncle Feng live in the main hall of the main courtyard?" "This place is so remote, and Feng Ran's identity is so noble, how can he live here?"

Feng Ran said: "I like to pile up fallen leaves in the yard, and when they are dry, the sound of stepping on them 'rustling' is like stepping on my heart, and it hurts." ”

"......" Zheng Guotai only thinks that his cousin's hobby is really terrifying!

When he got closer, Zheng Guotai saw that it was a narrow courtyard surrounded by a low wall, the courtyard door was closed, and the door was locked. The small plaque on the lintel is inscribed with the word "Rong Yuan". Feng Ran casually instructed the servants who followed him: "Go find the master and get the key." "It seems that I used to live in a place, although I didn't live in it again, the heads of the house are still very careful, otherwise they wouldn't have locked it. Moreover, the garden gate and the copper lock look quite dry and quiet, and there is no dust, so I think people are often sent to clean them.

Feng Ran was standing in front of Rong Yuan's door, waiting for the servant to get the key, when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart as if it were cracking, and his mouth opened and he choked out a mouthful of blood. As soon as his body is weak, he will fall. Zheng Guotai, who was on the side, reacted as soon as he saw Feng Ran vomiting blood, and rushed forward to support Feng Ran, shouting: "Uncle Feng!" and hurriedly ordered his subordinates: "Go and pass on the imperial doctor! Send someone to report to the master!" and asked Feng Ran: "Tai'er help you go back?"

Relying on Zheng Guotai's support, Feng Ran stabilized his body, pressed his chest desperately, put his head on Zheng Guotai's shoulder, and coughed up blood intermittently. Zheng Guotai wiped the few towels he brought with him to be bloodstained, and even the big hair was stained with blood, and Feng Ran survived the palpitations and heartache, and muttered weakly: "He went...... He went to ......"

Zheng Guotai didn't react at all, and only persuaded: "Uncle Feng, Tai'er will help you go back first, and I have already asked the imperial doctor." ”

Feng Ran leaned on Zheng Guotai, kept gasping, and when he saw it, it was full of hazy shadows, which he couldn't see really, and his ears were buzzing and roaring, and in the chaos, he heard someone trotting closer, and said, "General Feng, Your Majesty died at five o'clock in the hour." After a pause, he said: "Your Majesty's edict ordered the crown prince to ascend the throne." ”

Historical records: On October 15 of the fourth year of Fengzhi, Emperor Chengde died in Jinghua Palace at the age of forty. He ascended the throne at the age of twenty-three and reigned for twenty-five years. On the same day, the edict was announced, and the crown prince succeeded to the throne.