Author: Skyrim Drive

As soon as He Yue died, Feng Ran was disheartened, and it didn't matter if he was martyred or not. But he is the imperial husband that He Yue is marrying, so he should have the dignity of the imperial husband, how can he be forced to be strangled to be martyred? He Yue was defending him until he died, and Feng Ran naturally couldn't drag He Yue's hind legs, no matter whether He Yue was alive or dead, he also had to defend He Yue's wishes.

Just entered the winter moon, Feng Ran was sad about the death of He Yue, a serious illness, his body seemed to be much weaker, and he was more afraid of cold than in previous years, so Xiao Yuan picked a white sable fur fur for Feng Ran to wear. As He Yue's surviving imperial husband, Feng Ran should at least give He Yue a gift of Qi Decline, Feng Ran looked at the hemp mourning clothes brought by Xiao Yuan, and his heart was disgusted: "Don't wear this." ”

"Young master, you have to wear it. ”

"Don't wear it!"

I don't wear linen mourning clothes, and naturally I don't need to wear a mourning crown, waist scarf, sparse scarf, and sharpening staff. Xiao Yuan combed Feng Ran's hair, pulled a bun, took a sandalwood hairpin to tie it, and persuaded: "Young master, don't wear clothes, tie the roots." ”

During the emperor's mourning period, Feng Ran, as the emperor's husband, did not have any mourning clothes on his body, and he couldn't tell the truth. It's just that Feng Ran thought that the first strand made of two strands of flax was too thick, so he removed one strand and tied only one strand of flax to his forehead, as if wiping his forehead.

After cleaning up, Feng Ran saw that Xiaoyuan brought another tray, in which there were two silk flowers, one red and one white, and it could be seen that the color was very new, and no one had used it. Xiao Yuan picked it up and inserted it into the wind-dyed hair.

"Wait, what are you doing?"

In the Fengmeng Continent, the literati Yashi hairpin flowers are also quite common, and it is not worth making a fuss. The key wind dye is not a person who is attached to elegance, and he has never had a hairpin.

"Young master, this is a red and white double flower. ”

Only then did Feng Ran come to his senses. There is such a custom in Fengmeng Continent, both husband and wife, one side dies, as the one who is not dead, the hairpin is red and white flowers to express the thoughts of the deceased. Of course, this is just a custom, not a etiquette, this flower, but the hairpin is not a hairpin. Whether the hairpin is a hairpin or not, it mainly depends on the meaning of the person who is alive.

Feng Ran suddenly remembered that many years ago, He Yue joked with himself, saying that he was his "favorite general", and if he died on the battlefield, He Yue would have to make red and white hairpins for himself to remember. At that time, I joked casually, and I always felt that death and longing were extremely distant things, and I didn't want to really come to me so soon. Feng Ran sighed and said, "Put it down, no hairpin." ”

Feng He heard the sound of the next person to report it, saying that Feng Zhan was strong to support the sick body, got out of bed to freshen up, wore big wool clothes, and seemed to want to go out, so he hurriedly ran to dissuade him: "Why did my father get up?

He Yue went, Feng Ran had been sick for so many days, and it seemed that his spirit and spirit were sick, and he said a little cowardly: "Ming'er is twenty-seven days...... I should go ......."

Feng He knelt down in front of Feng Ran and persuaded: "My father has a decree before leaving, talking about the things after his death, not to ask my father to mourn and send him off, but to let my father live as usual." My father can recuperate in the house with peace of mind. The father and the emperor have a word first, and no one in the court and the harem will dare to make irresponsible remarks and accuse his father. ”

Feng Ran stretched out his hand to help Feng He Xiangxiang up, and said: "The day after tomorrow, you will ascend the throne and become the emperor, and you will kneel down at every turn, without the anger of the emperor." ”

"It is only right for a son to kneel to his father. It's cold outside, and my father is still in the house. ”

Feeling his son's concern, Feng Ran said with a smile: "Your father doesn't ask me to send him off, so I naturally don't go to his spirit." I, thinking that I haven't been to your imperial grandmother for a long time, you are almost out of filial piety, I feel better these days, I want to go to your imperial grandmother to say goodbye. ”

"Grandma Huang...... Also sick. Feng He Xiangxiang didn't dare to hide it, and said: "It's just that the imperial grandmother has been supporting and taking care of my father's funeral." "Of course, the Queen Mother doesn't have the physical strength to do everything herself, and the specific affairs are handled by the Second Concubine Wuguan in conjunction with the Ministry of Rites and the Internal Affairs Court.

"Is your imperial grandmother sick??" Feng Ran secretly thought: Isn't it that the Queen Mother is sick, so she can't take care of forcing herself to be martyred?

Tomorrow is the last day of the prince's mourning, after sunset, before the time of the son, the coffin coffin of the first emperor will be sent from the palace to the temple for temporary storage, while sending monks to do things, over the dead, while ordering the Qin Tianjian to choose a good day, to mourn on time, and send the coffin to the Jiling that has been repaired by He Yue for burial.

According to custom, if anyone is willing to be buried for the deceased, he should also be buried while the deceased is in his home. If the Queen Mother wants to force Feng Ran to be martyred, she must do it in the next two days, otherwise she will have no chance.

Feng He Xiang Xiang said that the Queen Mother was not a serious illness, but she lost her son when she was old, she was hit hard, and her spirit was very bad. Feng He Xiang Xiang was keeping filial piety in the palace, and on the other hand, he was worried about Feng Dye, and on the other hand, he was also concerned and considerate of the Queen Mother.

"Well, since your imperial grandmother is sick, I am better now, and I should go to see your imperial grandmother and say goodbye. ”

He Yue ordered Feng He Xiang to supervise the country, and after he moved to Jinghua Palace to recuperate, Feng Yue also went to the Queen Mother to ask for peace at the beginning, and then He Yue's body weakened day by day, and this gift of asking for peace was unconsciously deserted. Feng Ran still saw the Queen Mother in front of He Yue's sickbed, and it was also that time that he heard the word "funeral" from the Queen Mother's mouth. Counting it up, Feng Dye hasn't been to the Queen Mother for more than half a year.

Fenghe Xiangxiang knew that the Queen Mother had never liked her father, and in the past, in order to be afraid that the Queen Mother would make things difficult and snub Feng Ran, Fengyue went together to ask for peace, Feng Ran wanted to ask for peace, Feng He Xiangxiang was extremely uneasy, and said busily: "The son accompanied his father to go to the imperial grandmother to ask for peace." ”

Feng Ran asked Xiao Yuan to stand up, and said, "No need, your imperial grandmother can't eat people, what do you want to do with you?" Reaching out and gently caressing Feng He's cheeks, he said, "You're also tired, your chin is pointed, take a moment to rest." "Send my father's coffin out of the palace tomorrow, and ascend the throne the day after tomorrow, and there are still many things to deal with after the throne.

Feng Ran went out after a long illness, and his body was cold and cold, so he sat in a warm sedan chair with a royal blue brocade and entered the palace. Wind dyeing enters from the northeast corner of the palace gate, and after entering for a while, it is Jinghua Palace. There was still a distance from Jinghua Palace, and Feng Ran ordered the sedan car to stop.

It stands to reason that after the death of the emperor, he should stop in the front hall for the ministers to pay their respects. But He Yue's last words were to stop at Jinghua Palace, and this Jinghua Palace naturally became a mourning hall.

The wind dyed the warm sedan chair, and I found myself standing on the top of a farmland, but the farmland had been abandoned for a long time, and the grass was withering. Back then, Feng Ran rescued He Yue in a farmhouse in the middle of this farmland and destroyed the Queen Mother's regency scheme. Feng Ran looked in the direction of Jinghua Palace from afar, and heard faint human voices and cries coming from Jinghua Palace, he felt a burst of colic in his heart, a period of weakness in his legs, and fell softly on Tian Long.

After Feng Ran eased up, Xiao Yuan quietly asked, "Do you want to go to Jinghua Palace to have a look?" In his opinion, the emperor didn't let his young master say goodbye, it was really too unkind! Feng Ran rubbed his heart lightly, and said gloomily: "If you don't go, just take a look here...... Let's just send him. He Yue didn't let himself say goodbye, didn't let him see what he looked like after he went, Feng Ran only felt He Yue's sincere and deep love for himself, and he liked it for his own sake before and after. Feng Ran didn't know, if he really witnessed He Yue's departure, would he not be able to survive on the spot and follow He Yue to death?

Actually, it's okay to die with He Yue?

Tomorrow night, He Yue's coffin will be sent out of the palace and sent to the temple for a pause, waiting for a good day to be buried. Feng Ran thought: At this moment, this is the last time he stays in the closest place to He Yue. He is in the palace, he is outside the palace, and after tomorrow, they will be separated forever, and the sky will be separated.

Feng Ran's heart tightened, and it took more than 20 days to raise a little better, and the heart-rending feeling swept over again, choking out a few mouthfuls of blood again. Xiaoyuan panicked and patted Feng Ran's bra on the back, helped Feng Ran smooth this breath, and asked someone to bring warm water to rinse Feng Ran's mouth, waited for Feng Ran to sit for a while, and saw that Feng Ran's face had improved slightly, so he hurriedly persuaded: "Young master, pick up the sedan chair, it's cold outside." ”

Feng Ran didn't insist on staying for a long time, so he picked up the sedan chair and went to the sedan chair, and ordered: "Xiaoyuan, when Your Majesty's business is done, you have to tell Concubine Wu and Concubine Guan Niangniang, and ask them to close the Jinghua Palace." ”

"Young Master?"

"I won't enter Jinghua Palace again. "There are too many memories of them living together, playing, laughing, and loving in Jinghua Palace, and now they are gone, leaving them sad.

Xiao Yuan persuaded again: "Young master, don't ask for peace yet, let's go home, you just vomited blood, you have to call the imperial doctor to take a look." When you're feeling better, come back and say goodbye?"

The wind was dyed in the warm sedan chair, gently rubbing the faintly aching heart, and only after a while did he speak: "I have already asked someone to tell the Queen Mother, don't be rude." "No matter how sick he is, before He Yue's coffin is carried out of the palace, he must show his face in front of the Queen Mother.

While speaking, the warm sedan chair was unconsciously carried outside the Xiangrui Palace. Feng Ziyan, who had gray sideburns, stood at the palace gate to greet him, as if he had welcomed the wind and the moon in the past. used to come with He Yue, He Yue always received a big thorn and took the lead. Now that Feng Ran is alone, for the sake of being older than himself, he saluted Feng Ziyan a little bit, and waved his hand and saluted. Feng Ziyan replied with a smile: "General Feng doesn't have to be polite, the Queen Mother heard that General Feng had recovered and came to greet her, and she was very happy, so she ordered the slaves and maids to come out to greet her." ”