At night.

Someone knocked on Zhao Xuanqi's door.

Zhao Xuanqi opened the door and looked.

I was immediately surprised.

He didn't expect to meet this woman.

The woman in front of her was dressed in a mink robe, a hosta hairpin, entangled in gold jewelry, and exuded a strong sense of luxury all over her body, although she was in her 30s, but the charm still existed, with a mature charm.

The skin is as white as snow, as if it wants to merge with the snowflakes in the sky, and the face is exquisite.

Even if he hadn't seen him for many years, Zhao Xuanqi recognized who this woman was at first sight.

Easy Princess!

The eldest daughter of Emperor Jingming!

A smile bloomed on Princess Xiaoyao's face, but it gave people the feeling that she was not smiling: "What? Don't you welcome me? ”

Zhao Xuanqi shook his head and said: "It's late now, lonely men and widows are in the same room, I'm afraid it's easy to damage the princess's weather, so it's better to say it at this door." ”

Princess Xiaoyao smiled and said, "Are you so hospitable?" The snow is falling outside, just leaving a weak woman outside? Whoever dares to chew my tongue, I must pull out his tongue! ”

As she spoke, she walked directly past Zhao Xuanqi into the room.

Zhao Xuanqi only noticed at this time that Princess Xiaoyao was pulling a child who was about six or seven years old.

Princess Xiaoyao slowly walked into the house with the child.

Zhao Xuanqi couldn't help but be silent.

What is this trying to do?

I'm a gentleman.

Don't make any bad tricks.

At this time, any man will inevitably think too much, but Zhao Xuanqi wisely stopped fantasizing, he calmly closed the door and slowly invited the princess to take a seat.

The two sat on their chairs, and the child crouched on the bench beside him, stretching out his hand to make a fire by the fire.

The child is cute-looking, wearing a yellow cotton jacket, giving people a delicate and transparent feeling, this is a little boy.

Zhao Xuanqi looked at the child and asked the woman next to him, "Are you already married?" I haven't heard the news of getting married, I didn't expect you to even have a child, this child is so cute! ”

Princess Xiaoyao covered her mouth and laughed out loud: "Don't talk nonsense, this is my father's grandson, that is, my nephew, and I am not married yet!" ”

Zhao Xuanqi was stunned: "This child is His Majesty's grandson?" ”

He looked at the child in amazement.

found that in addition to his cute appearance, this child really couldn't tell that he was the emperor's grandson.

And Princess Xiaoyao is not married yet, if she is not mistaken, she is probably thirty-two or thirteen years old now, right? They haven't even married yet!

Super old leftover girl!

Zhao Xuanqi looked at Princess Xiaoyao with strange eyes.

Princess Xiaoyao seemed to see Zhao Xuanqi's thoughts, her red lips opened lightly, and she said slowly: "I am such an excellent woman, there are few men in this world who can enter my eyes, rather than marrying a man casually, it is better to stay alone for a lifetime." ”

The woman's eyes seemed to be filled with resentment.

Zhao Xuanqi tilted his head, pretending not to see, and he focused his attention on the little boy.

I have to say, this kid is really cute.

With jet-black hair, his face inherits the blood of the royal family, he can see the exquisite facial features at a young age, and he is definitely a handsome guy when he grows up.

In particular, his eyes are particularly large, swarthy, giving people the feeling of looking at the spring, watery.

What is particularly striking is that the little boy has a tear mole in the corner of his eye, which adds a unique charm to the boy.

Zhao Xuanqi's first evaluation was: This little boy looks more like a girl.

Princess Xiaoyao pursed her lips dissatisfiedly, and immediately said: "What is so fun for children to see, how about touching it?" This is my father's child, and ordinary people can't touch it! ”

Zhao Xuanqi smiled.

He stared at the little boy's tear mole.

Curiously, I touched it.

The little boy immediately took a step back, like a frightened little beast, and quickly hid behind Princess Xiaoyao, only poking out his head to look at Zhao Xuanqi.

Zhao Xuanqi could see the disgust in the little boy's eyes.

This little guy hated touching his tear mole.

Princess Xiaoyao was stunned: "I asked you to touch his head, touch the child's head, especially you, the champion of the princess, you can increase your temperament after touching, you are good, you actually touched his tear mole, he hates others touching his tear mole the most, you don't want to be bitten by him..."

The little boy retorted in a crisp voice: "Auntie, I don't bite ......"

The voice is very gentle, and judging from the eyes, this little boy is not bad in nature, he belongs to the kind and gentle kind.

Zhao Xuanqi asked, "What do you want to do when you bring a child to see me?" ”

Princess Xiaoyao said dissatisfiedly: "Can't you see the old man?" You and I almost became husband and wife! ”

Zhao Xuanqi's face was covered with black lines.

Can you not mention this kind of black history!

But I'm over 30 years old, and now I think of that picture more than ten years ago, which is quite interesting.

Zhao Xuanqi put aside the topic and said, "What's the name of this child?" ”

Princess Xiaoyao replied: "The country's surname is Wei, and the name is sick." ”

Zhao Xuanqi was puzzled: "Go to the disease? Why is it called that? ”

Princess Xiaoyao replied: "I am the eldest daughter of my father, and in addition, my father has several sons, but because of various factors, my body is weak and sickly, either because of untimely death, or because of accidental disability, and even the grandchildren born are also suffering. ”

"My nephew is also miserable, several brothers and sisters died because of illness, until they gave birth to him, so they named him to get sick, he is the emperor's favorite grandson, and the only grandson who grew up healthily."

Zhao Xuanqi's expression was surprised, he didn't expect that the descendants of Emperor Jingming would have such a miserable thing.

The son is either dead or crippled.

Even the grandson is only growing up healthily now, which is really not what to say.

Maybe that's the consequence of overindulgence?

There are countless wives and concubines, but most of the children and grandchildren died, and in the end, there is only one healthy growth, which is really fateful!

Zhao Xuanqi wanted to say something.

Princess Xiaoyao asked first: "What do you think of this child?" ”

Her tone was very strange, it seemed to be a casual question, and it seemed to be a very important question, and her eyes vaguely exuded anticipation, as well as complex emotions.

If it can be described in words, Zhao Xuanqi feels that the princess's current expression and eyes are a fan-shaped statistical chart.

Zhao Xuanqi replied: "This kid can, he looks gentle and kind, but he is a good person to get along with." ”

After saying this, Zhao Xuanqi immediately regretted it.

He sensed something was wrong.

More than a month or two ago, Emperor Jingming behaved like a lonely, and now the eldest princess came to the door with her only grandson to ask what her evaluation was, what was this going to do?

If Zhao Xuanqi was a little stupid, he might not think that something was wrong, but unfortunately, he was not particularly stupid.

Two things are linked.

So Zhao Xuanqi's face immediately collapsed.

Princess Xiaoyao saw Zhao Xuanqi's face, she originally wanted to pretend to be casual, but in the end she sighed.

I can't hide it anymore, do I still have to hide it?

Sooner or later, it will be known.

She made a bombshell news.

Emperor Jingming is going to die!

……

Three days later.

A bitter snowy night.

In the Qiming Palace, Emperor Jingming was lying on the bed, his face was as pale as paper, his hair was also pale, and he looked withered and old, even if a section of dead wood had been half-cut into the ground, his lips were abnormally white.

He was covered with a thick quilt, but he was still cold, and his body was shivering.

Obviously, the stove in the house was already burning vigorously, and the air in the palace was full of burning sensations, but this old man just felt cold.

The civil and military ministers stood on both sides, their faces grim.

Everyone's face was extremely heavy, like a dark cloud in the sky, with a gloomy aura, and this gloom seemed to be able to wring out water, which was very depressing.

When Zhao Xuanqi arrived, he only heard the imperial doctor next to him say helplessly: "A few days ago, Your Majesty said that he always saw ghosts, and he always said that he saw ghosts, and the house was obviously empty, but he just said that there were many people, and he also said that someone was coming to pick him up......"

The Imperial Doctor didn't say anything, though.

But it seems that everything has been said again.

When a person is about to die, he can usually see things that others can't see, just like many old people will have many omens before they die, the most common is to see ghosts.

In his previous life, the father of one of Zhao Xuanqi's classmates was obviously in good health, but he suddenly said that there were always ghosts coming to him, and he could always see ghosts, but it didn't take long for him to really pass away.

Now Emperor Jingming has called all the civil and military ministers, and called himself, the generalissimo of the world's soldiers and horses, and the matter is self-evident.

It's basically a matter of orphans!

The Emperor may not make it through tonight!

Perhaps tonight will be the old man's last night.

Zhao Xuanqi, who knew this, had mixed feelings in his heart.

A few days ago, he wanted to help Emperor Jingming recover the mountains and rivers and conspire with great things, but now this emperor can't do it!

He slowly came to the bed, looked at the withered old man in front of him, and didn't know how to speak for a while.

The first month or two was obviously so healthy, I could talk and laugh.

It's only been a month or two that I haven't seen each other, and a person ages so fast.

Time does not leave people, and the years are more tribulations!

Emperor Jingming was not very old, his hair was gray, and even his voice was a little unpleasant, hoarse and stammering.

When he saw Zhao Xuanqi coming, his face showed an abnormal flush, and he suddenly lifted his spirits:

"Give me a seat."

The eunuch next to him immediately found a seat.

Zhao Xuanqi was reluctant to sit down at first, in this case, everyone was standing, and if he sat by himself, what would it look like?

However, if he didn't sit down, Emperor Jingming didn't speak.

Zhao Xuanqi had no choice but to sit on the chair, close to the edge of Emperor Jingming's bed.

Only then did Emperor Jingming slowly speak:

"I'm afraid I won't be able to."

"I'll leave it all to you."

"Zhao Aiqing, you are the most trustworthy person I trust, and my little grandson will be handed over to you."

Next to him, the little boy stood with his eyes open, his eyes were red, it was obvious that although he was very young, he also knew that his dearest and favorite imperial grandfather was leaving.

Zhao Xuanqi opened his mouth and couldn't say anything, so he could only nod in the end.

Emperor Jingming actually entrusted himself with such a heavy responsibility......

Jing Ming saw Zhao Xuanqi nodding, a smile appeared on his face, and then he instructed: "You are not good at court politics, except for you, it is not bad to be thoughtful, I will order him to be the prime minister, you support each other with one article and one martial arts, what do you think?" ”

Zhao Xuanqi said: "But it's up to Your Majesty to decide." ”

Zhao Xuanqi has heard of this person.

As his name suggests, this person is very thoughtful, and he is from a poor clan, he understands the suffering of the world, understands the suffering of the people, and has always been very honest and honest.

Zhou Quan is already in his 50s, and he is very old in the officialdom, and when the wealthy family is slaughtered, only he can suppress other officials.

Zhou Quan stood next to him and saluted Zhao Xuanqi.

Emperor Jingming looked at the eldest princess again: "Princess Xiaoyao is my favorite daughter, I am too indulgent to her, causing her to be too proud of many things, I hope you Aiqing will forgive me." ”

"It's good to go to the disease, but he's too young, he will be the new emperor in the future, Princess Xiaoyao is his aunt, I think she will take good care of the new emperor."

"The new emperor will be handed over to the three of you."

If he could, Emperor Jingming really didn't want to pass on the position to the little boy, because the boy was too young.

But what can be done?

Several sons are dead and crippled, and they are overwhelmed, and they are either forward-looking, suspicious, or radical, not brainy, and only know how to gamble.

In today's era of turbulent mountains and rivers, if a few of them are allowed to be emperors, I am afraid that the country will be in danger of collapse in an instant.

There will even be a situation of suspicion of the monarch and the minister, and when the time comes, there will be a lifetime of civil strife, and no one will be able to save the country.

Only by passing on the position to Wei Quji, who is passing on the position to his grandchildren, reducing the toss of the country, and handing over more capable people to do things, can there be a glimmer of opportunity.

He looked at the little boy with loving eyes.

The civil and military ministers next to him basically already know the matter of entrusting orphans this time: Zhao Xuanqi, Zhou Quan, and Princess Xiaoyao are the three people who entrust orphans.

Zhao Xuanqi ranked first, Zhou Quan ranked second, and Princess Xiaoyao ranked third.

Explaining the good candidates, Emperor Jingming waved his hand and retired these civil and military ministers, at the end of his life, he didn't want to listen to so many people's noise.

As a result, the civil and military ministers could only retire, standing outside the palace and waiting quietly, and even Princess Xiaoyao was driven out.

Only Emperor Jingming, Zhao Xuanqi, and the little emperor who was about to succeed to the throne were left in the room.

Zhao Xuanqi suddenly remembered a sentence: Wind and rain, where is the way home?

He looked at the emperor seriously.

Emperor Jingming sat up suddenly, just this simple action, but it seemed to exhaust all his strength, and he leaned on the edge of the bed and gasped for breath.

Zhao Xuanqi held him and kept stroking the old man's chest.

Emperor Jingming's eyes stared at Zhao Xuanqi, his eyes flashed with light, and he began to speak continuously.

Basically, Emperor Jingming was talking, and Zhao Xuanqi was listening silently beside him.

Emperor Jingming said a lot, a lot.

From the current country to the mountains and rivers, and then reminisce about the past, recalling when he was a child, he went to the river to fish, stole the watermelon of the minister's house, and all kinds of household things.

His mouth was gushing, and he kept chatting with Zhao Xuanqi about family life.

Chatting and chatting, I suddenly talked about the scenery of Zhao Xuanqi on the day of the top prize, the people of Chang'an City were celebrating, and the bell of the champion spread throughout the capital.

talked about the matter of forcing Zhao Xuanqi to be a colt at the beginning, the first man in the four doors and the most powerful man in the world, saying that his daughter didn't marry for so long because he couldn't find such a good man, missed Zhao Xuanqi, and there was no such a good man, and said that he must force Zhao Xuanqi to be his son-in-law.

The current Emperor Jingming doesn't seem to be like a high-ranking emperor, as if he is an ordinary old man, like the most ordinary nagging old man in the countryside.

There is no shelf at all, there is no majesty at all, it is ordinary, it is simple.

Say anything, nag, Rory.

Some of the words made Zhao Xuanqi couldn't help but be ashamed.

In the face of all this, Zhao Xuanqi silently lowered his head, did not dare to interject, let alone speak, and raised his head when there was no sound, Emperor Jingming was already dead.

The old emperor died like this.

He died at the head of the bed, lying down weakly, lying in Zhao Xuanqi's arms, and leaning weakly on Zhao Xuanqi's shoulder.

He died in Zhao Xuanqi's arms.

This emperor did not survive this cold winter after all......

(End of chapter)