After entering the winter moon, there were several heavy snowfalls in Gyeonggi.

Although the imperial doctor of the Tai Hospital is almost the most skilled doctor in the entire dynasty, if he is just sick, it is easy to say, but the old sage is not sick......

Jia Cong has basically stayed in the Imperial Palace these days, except for going home at night.

The imperial doctor has already explained to Jia Cong again, and the old man is now relying on his tenacious perseverance to persevere, just to wait for Liu Yi, the king of Jing, to come back.

"In the early years of the saint's expedition to the north and the south, he took the lead, and it was common for him to be injured, and he consumed more essence and blood than ordinary people. If not, it is possible to live to eighty. ”

The short-lived life of a military general does not mean that it is easy to die on the battlefield.

Rather, it is said that the military generals rushed to kill on the battlefield in their early years, and the physical deficit in their early years will be more terrible than illness when they get older.

Emperor Zhaowu, the mighty emperor who had drunk Ma Hanhai, still couldn't escape the fate of the warriors.

The cold winter is gradually eroding the old man's last vitality.

As the New Year approached, the old man spent more and more time in a coma.

It has been more than a month since Jia Cong returned to Beijing, and Master Pardon has not shown up so far.

Not only did the family not know where he went, but even the emperor and the crown prince Liu Hong did not know.

I only knew that he had been ordered to come to the Imperial Palace, and then he took the old man's personal soldier Wei Yu Linlang out of the capital with red eyes.

Don't think about it, what can make Rongguo Gong Jia pardon Jia Enhou like this can only be an order from the old man.

"I hope my dad can come back quickly, or else...... Alas~"

Jia Cong sat outside the temple gate blowing the cold wind, looking at the snowflakes falling in the sky, and sighed repeatedly.

When the mountain collapses, others may fake crying, but Dad is afraid that he will cry to death.

"Monarch father, monarch father, Manchu Dynasty civil and military, only the pardon prince treats the emperor's grandfather as his father."

Liu Hong was very envious of his grandfather, as the number of times the old man fell into a coma increased, those old handsomes who had taken a back seat even entered the palace on crutches and in armor.

They stubbornly want to stay outside the Imperial Palace, wanting to use evil qi to block the invasion of death.

He persuaded him, Jia Cong persuaded him, and the emperor himself persuaded him, and these old handsome and veteran generals still had to stand on the last shift for their monarch.

After a stalemate for a long time, Jia Cong opened the door of the Imperial Palace and pulled the old handsomes into the palace.

Arrange the wine and meat, and burn the stove.

The old marshals drank "unbridled" in the hall, "unbridled" "fighting skills", discussed their former glory freely, and remembered the past when they followed the old man to fight in the north and south when they were young.

Perhaps it was the excitement brought by the old handsomes and veterans that aroused the vitality of the old man, just like that, the old man woke up and fell asleep, and survived the winter moon.

On the seventh day of the lunar month, the Huangji Palace finally waited for Liu Yi, the king of Jing, who was far away on the island.

The elders of the imperial family, the cabinet, the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion, and the chief officials of the six ministries and five temples were all waiting in the main hall of the Imperial Palace.

The originally sturdy Liu Yi had long lost the majestic appearance of the great general Wang, his face and hands were full of chilblains, his beard was messy, and his eyes were red.

The emperor asked him to wash and change clothes, and he went to the side hall step by step.

He was the most capable son of Emperor Zhaowu, and he didn't want his father to see him embarrassed.

After Liu Yi hastily washed up and changed into new clothes, he covered the frostbite on his face with ointment, barely maintaining his heroism.

"Old Sun, use a needle!"

"The Fourth ......"

The emperor put his hand on Liu Yi's shoulder and shook his head sadly.

"Second brother, my father has been able to hold out until now, just to wait for you to come back. He's an old man...... I can't hold it anymore! ”

Human vitality is limited, and the imperial doctor has said many times that the old man is just relying on his tenacity and perseverance, and he is struggling to take his last breath.

I suddenly woke up once last night, and learned that Liu Yi had only one day left to rush back, so he forcefully ordered the imperial doctor to use the secret method.

He wants to get a good night's sleep, and have enough energy to talk to his children and grandchildren.

……

The wind and snow that had been going on for days stopped.

The moment the old man opened his eyes, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed a little.

A little sunlight broke through the clouds and spilled onto the earth.

"My son is back......"

The princes and grandchildren in the dormitory were about to cry, but they were frightened back by Liu Yi, who was full of grief and murderous eyes.

The dignified Khan, the Zhaowu Emperor, who has been strong all his life, is crying and crying!

He held the old man's thin and old hand, and barely squeezed out a smile: "My son didn't embarrass you, he destroyed Goryeo first, and then destroyed the Wa Kingdom, and played the majesty of my Great Xia Dynasty!" ”

"Good, good!"

The old man really likes to listen to these the most, and he likes it three times in a row.

He beckoned to the emperor again: "Fourth, thirteen......"

When the emperor and Liu Ke approached, the old sage put the hands of the two of them on the back of Liu Yi's hand and slapped them three times.

"You are brothers, brothers work together to break the gold, after I leave, this country should be guarded by your brothers!"

At the mention of the word brother, the old sage's cloudy eyes seemed to flash with a trace of sadness.

He originally had many children, but when he came, he could only say the words "brotherly unity" to the three people in front of him.

Liu Ke was the first to hold back, and secretly wiped his tears with his sleeve.

The three of them all nodded in response, and the emperor even spoke: "Father's words and son remember, the second brother is brave and martial, and he should be used as a sword, overcoming thorns and thorns, and expanding the territory for our country." The thirteenth brother has the ability to judge cases, and his son plans to put him on duty in the Criminal Department, inspect the world, and supervise lawlessness. ”

With the emperor's words, Liu Yi and Liu Ke expressed their attitude to the old sage who was already dying.

"In my life, I like to lead soldiers to fight, where the fourth brother wants to fight, the blade of the foolish brother's sword will point."

"I'm the same, I'll do whatever the fourth brother tells me to do!"

The three brothers swore an oath, and their eyes were firm.

Of course, the old sage could see that the expressions and words of the three of them were sincere, and he did not lie to him.

No matter what the future holds, at least for now, it's brother and brother, and that's enough!

"Hong'er ......"

After explaining to his son, it's time to worry about his grandson.

Just as the prince stepped forward, the old man beckoned to Jia Cong again: "Cong boy, come over too." ”

"Grandpa ......"

"Sage ......"

"What a look!"

The old man put Liu Hong and Jia Cong's hands together and looked at the two of them carefully.

"At the beginning, Dai Shan and I were like you two brothers. I once told my grandmother that Daishan is more like my own brother than my brothers......"

Several old emperors in the hall, except for Liu Huai, the king of Ji, all looked displeased.

Liu Huai saw the expressions of these people, and just sneered in his heart.

Although he was young, he remembered clearly how fierce the battle for the heir was that year.

Compared with those brothers who killed their brothers and killed their brothers and these wall grasses, Jia Daishan, who can block the sword for the emperor's brother, is not his own brother?

"After I die, General Huwei will be handed over to Cong Xiaozi to raise, the royal cat and the royal cat, how can I do it without a cat?"

"Yu Lin Lang will be incorporated into the East Palace Six Rate ...... in the future"

"Hong'er, don't learn from your father, look at his belly, he is about to become a woman who is eight months pregnant. Even if you don't go to the battlefield, you should go out and walk around more......"

"Little Five...... Brother Shuo'er......"

Liu Shuo didn't have the strength of his father, uncle, and brother, and he had already cried silently, and tears soaked his sleeves.

The old man rubbed his hand on his head, let him get closer, and whispered in his ear: "Good grandson, grandpa left you a gift, right at your imperial grandmother...... In the future, I will practice more with the martial master, and don't even be able to beat my daughter-in-law when the time comes......"

"Ahem~ Seventeen brothers, seventeen brothers!"

When the cough sounded, the entire dormitory raised their hearts to their throats.

Liu Huai stepped forward quickly and shook the old man's outstretched hand.

"Third brother, I'm here, I'm here!"

The old saint's face turned red rapidly, and his gaze became extremely sharp.

He seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength, staring at Liu Huai: "Remember my words, whoever dares to break the rules I have set, you will cut him for me!" ”

Bang dang~

I don't know who was frightened by this murderous remark, and accidentally bumped into the ornaments in the temple.

But at this time, everyone couldn't care about these things, because the old man finally finished explaining the last thing, and his originally reddened face quickly turned white, and his eyes became sloppy.

"How can you say that you have no clothes, and you are ...... with your son?"

"How can you say that you have no clothes, and you are in the same robe with your son, Wang Yuxing is a teacher, and you can repair my spear. Enmity with the Son......"

The old saint suddenly shouted excitedly: "Brothers, kill the enemy with me!" ”

The old handsomes and veterans who poured into the dormitory squeezed away the royal relatives kneeling in the palace, stood in a neat line, drew their swords and pointed to the sky, and shouted in unison: "Kill!" Kill! Kill! ”

Bang~

The hand that had once held a knife to drink the blood of the enemy and held a pen for An Wanmin was no match for the fate of the Heavenly Dao after all, and fell on the bed.

Whoa......

The old handsomes who had straightened their chests and drawn their swords to the sky knelt down one after another, shouting sadly.

"Congratulations to His Majesty the Heavenly Khan to ascend to heaven!"

"Congratulations to Emperor Zhaowu for his ascension to heaven!"

"Slow down, saints, wait brothers!"

……

Dangdangdang......

The Jingyang bell rang, a full eighty-one.

At the seventh moment of the seventh day of the twelfth month of the twelfth year of Yuan You, the Heavenly Khan and the Emperor Zhaowu collapsed in the Imperial Palace of the Dragon Head Palace.

At the moment when the Jingyang bell rang, hundreds of people wore linen and filial piety, and walked out of the house with incense and candles in hand.

The capital cried, ignoring the cold of the snow, knelt down in the direction of the Dragon Head Palace, and greeted their saints.

Jia Cong walked outside the hall in a daze, and a blood-red color appeared in front of him.

"Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang......"

When he heard the sound, he saw that the British prince Zhang Yue suddenly fell softly.

Niu Jizong wanted to help, but he didn't want to stay in the Dragon Head Palace for a few days, but he was already exhausted, and the two of them fell heavily to the ground.

The palace attendants on the side were still paralyzed, but Jia Cong put away the sadness in his heart, beckoned the Han general, who was originally kneeling on the ground, to come over, and carried the comatose British Duke Zhang Yue, who vomited blood and was unconscious, and the old handsomes who were too sad to go to the side hall.

The men in the army will not shed tears for a long time.

They will only keep their grief in their hearts and bear it silently until they can no longer bear it.

Less than half an hour after the saint's death, the British Duke Zhang Yue followed his king away!

The Jingyang bell rang again, and forty-nine bells rang, making the capital even more desolate.

When night fell and there were no outsiders around, Jia Cong sat alone in the side hall of Longshou Palace, silently wiping his tears.

He still remembered the old sage rubbing his head and saying that he was very much like his grandfather.

He still remembered that the old man took him to the imperial mausoleum to read Taizu's golden book suicide note, saying that he was blessed by heaven with his wisdom, not a hero in troubled times, but a capable minister who ruled the world.

He still remembered that Liu Hong secretly told him that the old man was determined to say that he was the auspicious rui of the Celestial Empire just because he was Jia Daishan's grandson, and repeatedly told the emperor not to be suspicious......

The big cat opened the door of the hall and lay beside Jia Cong, whimpering and rubbing his legs.

"The saint is dead, my grandfather is dead!"

How many people in front of the main hall are really crying?

The British prince vomited blood and followed the old emperor away, Niu Laoshuai is still in a coma, and several old handsome veterans are so sad that they can't even get out of bed.

Those cries in front of the hall, Jia Cong only felt very irritated when they fell in his ears.

He never shed tears outside, but helped the already groggy prince deal with the state funeral.

At the moment when the old man died, the emperor still couldn't hold it out.

The emperor, who was already sick, was forcibly carried back to the dormitory by King Jing, and ordered the imperial doctor to forcibly pour the decoction and give it to the Empress Dowager Cao to take care of.

Today's national funeral, in addition to the Ministry of Rites, major events are handled by Liu Yi, King of Jing, Liu Ke, King of Zhongshun, and Jia Cong.

When Jia Cong walked out of the side hall again, it was already light, and Daiyu, dressed in filial piety, stepped forward and secretly stuffed a letter to him.

"Sent by the Jingxi Imperial Mausoleum, Uncle Seventh said, Daddy wants me to hand it over to you personally."

Daiyu's hands were unusually cold, she had already entered the palace yesterday and stayed in Cining Palace with several royal princesses to accompany the Queen Mother.

Jia Cong pulled it into the side hall and asked the palace people to fetch some porridge to eat.

"You eat more, you still have to be busy today."

The tone seems to be no different from usual, but Daiyu and Jia Cong have grown up together since childhood, and they can't tell that he is holding on.

The old man treats him as his own grandson, why doesn't he take the old man as his own grandfather?

"You can eat some too, you must not have taken care of the ...... last night"

Jia Cong obediently stuffed a piece of pastry into his mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it.

Daiyu opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything to persuade her, just silently picked up a piece of pastry and ate it in small bites.

The letter was written by his father Jia Yu, and the content was not much, but it was enough to alarm the entire court.

The former faithful king Liu Chen died, and when the news of the old man's death reached the imperial tomb, the old man was pardoned by his own hands.

It turned out that the old man had already arranged for his father Jia Yu to leave Beijing and wait for news at the imperial mausoleum.

"The saint has really been worried about the world all his life, even if it is his favorite young son, as long as there is a slight threat to the peace of the world, he will help His Majesty deal with it before he dies!"

This is the reason why Lord Pardon did not appear in the Imperial Palace, because apart from him, the Emperor Taishang would not worry about any courtier to do it.

Only Jia Yu, who was both a courtier and a son, dared to kill Liu Xin without hesitation when he received the news of his death.

Jia Cong handed the letter to Daiyu, picked up the bowl on the table, and gulped down the hot porridge in the bowl.

Daiyu read the letter in horror, but quickly calmed down the anxiety in her heart, threw the letter into the furnace, and waited until the letter paper burned out, and then said to Jia Cong: "Father is the most trusted person of the old man, and the old man can feel at ease if he handles the matter of the mausoleum." ”

That's all for tonight, continue tomorrow, good night!

(End of chapter)