Lian, meaning the inheritance of the sect.

The emperor is not a son-in-law, the concubine is his sore spot all the time, and then looking back, since the founding of the Qing Dynasty, from the ancestor to the holy ancestor, and then to the first emperor and himself, they are all concubines, so after Yonglian was born, the emperor placed high hopes on him, and secretly established a prince on the day of Yonglian's full moon and designated him as the crown prince. And now, Yonglian died before he was one year old, which can be regarded as a devastating blow to the emperor.

"Yonglian was born to the queen, my son-in-law, with a noble character and extraordinary spirit. After the emperor, he adhered to the inheritance style, wrote the secret decree, and summoned the ministers to hide behind the Zhengda Guangming List of the Qianqing Palace, although he was not canonized, he was appointed as the crown prince. Now that he has passed away, all the ceremonies are marked with the crown prince's ceremony...... "The emperor wrote it himself, word by word, all blood and tears, the last stroke of the pen, he lay on the desk and cried, the cold wind whistled outside the window, and the candle flame in the heart hall swayed and trembled.

In Jing'an Village, the queen stayed up day by day, almost blinding her eyes from crying, she was grief-stricken from the beginning, to the present heart is like ashes, as if her soul has been drained, her spirit has been twisted into pieces, Yu Guiren stayed by her side without saying a word, like a sculpture without consciousness.

"Queen Mother, it's late at night, let's go back." Sui Lan walked to the queen's side with a cloak, and put the cloak on her with worried eyes, "You are so boiled, don't burn people, the emperor decreed that the second elder brother will be buried under the ceremonial system of the crown prince, and the word Duanhui will be the nickname......"

"Yonglian is dead, who is he doing this?" The queen's voice was hoarse, and not a single tear could not flow from her dry eyes.

Sui Lan was dumbfounded and lowered her head deeply.

Duanhui Prince died, the palace was not happy, the palace gate was hung with white palace lights, when lit at night, the dimly lit long street became more and more cold and lonely, there were people crying in the hall day and night, the dim darkness was mixed with the mourning of the bitter wind and rain, and the golden splendor of the palace turned into a lifeless chaos at this moment.

The queen mourned excessively, and the funeral was handed over to Zhen Huan to preside, she was in every detail, even the trivial matters were personally asked, all thoughtful, all decent, time passed in this day after day of pain, unconsciously, the power in the palace once again moved closer to Zhen Huan, and the queen was immersed in the pain of losing a child, and no longer had the strength to deal with the affairs of the six palaces.

"After the death of Prince Duanhui, the pure concubine Niangniang has had nightmares for several days, and her spirit has deteriorated a lot, and Weichen has repeatedly told her to rest well, but she still stays up hard at night and does not sleep, saying that someone wants to harm her, and Weichen can't do it." Wei Lin went back and forth to Zhen Huan, and his words were sincere, "Please also ask the Queen Mother to take care of the pure concubine and the dragon fetus in her womb, if you stay up like this, I'm afraid of ......"

Zhen Huan sighed softly: "It's also a hard-working child." She raised her eyes and said to Cui Jinxi, "You go in person and tell her to be relieved and take care of her body." After a pause, he said, "Let the chief of the guard send a team to Zhong Cui Palace, and be sure to protect the mother and son of the pure concubine." ”

Cui Jinxi leaned over to take the order.

An Lingrong was sitting on the side peeling peanuts, and asked lightly: "Imperial Doctor Wei, the mourning family heard that the pure concubine has a fever every day, is it okay?" ”

"If you go back to the Queen Mother, people who are pregnant will have body heat during pregnancy, which is normal, as long as it is not a high fever." Wei Lin's eyes flickered, he raised his head and glanced at An Lingrong directly, and smiled meaningfully, "Moreover, the pure concubine Niangniang is already full of blood and blood, and it is not strange to have an occasional fever, even Imperial Doctor Qi said that the pure concubine Niangniang has a gentle physique, and she is a good foundation for pregnancy." ”

"That's good." An Lingrong slowly crushed the peeled peanuts, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

The pregnancy is a good foundation, but unfortunately, the foundation of the person who impregnated her has been completely bad.

The child of the pure concubine was born after the first month, she suffered for a whole day and a night, before she struggled to give birth to a weak prince, as soon as she landed, she was not breathing, the emperor looked at the child who was as thin as a sick cat in the swaddling clothes, and kept muttering "impossible, this is impossible", and the pure concubine passed out directly after learning that the child died.

In the middle of winter, when the snow is falling, the weather is so cold that people can't stop shivering, as if someone has forced a large piece of ice into the body, and it is so cold that even the blood is coagulated.

Yu Guiren watched more and more blood under the pure concubine, meandering to the ground, fainting a blood-colored flower, she raised her head, and saw that the emperor's face was as pale as paper, as if he had aged in an instant, and there was no longer the former Yingting, his whole body was full of despair and dazedness, he seemed to be confused, and seemed to be grieving, his miserable white lips were constantly squirming, and he heard a few words vaguely when he got closer: "Impossible...... Yongzhang, Yongzhang should ...... You shouldn't have died...... Why...... Are they all lying to me? Don't...... It's all fake......"

The emperor raised his head in some dismay, and slammed into the eyes of the noble people, and his voice trembled: "Haiyuan, why...... Why did I die another child? Why did my children disappear one after another after I ascended the throne? Is Heaven punishing me? He stretched out his hand and imprisoned Yu Guiren's arm, his expression was almost crazy, "Could it be that if I have obtained the glory of the Ninety-Five Supreme, I will lose the prosperity of future generations?" ”

Yu Guiren looked at him quietly, there were bursts of sharp pain in her arm, but she didn't realize it, she looked out the window, the white palace lamp under the corridor had not been removed, she remembered the thin back of the queen in Changchun Palace, the neck hanging down when crying was so fragile that it seemed to be broken with a little force, her heart suddenly moved, she pushed the emperor away with some annoyance, and staggered away from Zhongcui Palace.

"Be careful, nobleman."

Yu Guiren was helped by someone, and when he took a look, it was the dill next to An Lingrong.

"The road is slippery in snowy weather, nobles should be careful when walking, if they fall, it will not be good." Dill smiled shallowly, and after saluting Yu Guiren, she was about to walk to Zhong Cui Palace, but was stopped by Yu Guiren.

Yu Guiren walked up to Dill and forced her to look at her: "Two children in a row, is it your master's ghost?" Her pupils shook violently and lowered her voice, "Prince Duanhui, how did you die?" ”

Dill's smile was not flawed in the slightest, she shook her head silently, only lowered her eyes and saluted again, and said nothing.

Yu Guiren stood stiffly in place, only to feel that his whole body was very cold.

If two princes have an accident in a row, there will inevitably be rumors in the palace.

Some people say that someone deliberately murdered the emperor's heir, in order to cut off the royal line; Some people also say that it is the emperor's virtue that is not worthy of the throne, which has led to the repeated death of the prince; Some people also say that there are too many unjust souls in the palace, and the yin qi is full of gloom, so they should do a big Dharma to overtake the souls.

And so on, countless, and in the end, Zhen Huan controlled these rumors with the momentum of thunder, and checked them layer by layer, but no one of them was let go, and for a while, there was a lot of noise in the palace, everyone was in danger, and even Concubine Hui, who was usually high-profile and flamboyant, closed the palace door and stayed at home.

However, as soon as the rumors in the palace subsided, rumors spread outside the palace, and the most talked about was "the emperor's virtue is not worthy, and the heavens have warned him again and again".

"He must be in a state of flux right now." An Lingrong looked at Honghao who was writing big characters in the distance with loving eyes, but the words he said seemed to be mixed with broken ice, "I heard that he mentioned the attack on Jinchuan in the previous dynasty a while ago, Zhang Tingyu refuted on the spot, and the emperor was so angry." She propped her chin and slowly pinched the waste charcoal in the stove, "Zhang Tingyu is a veteran of the Three Dynasties, and the emperor's anger can annoy many old ministers. ”

Zhen Huan just smiled and said: "There are already people in the DPRK who are dissatisfied, and they are secretly planning to support the new master. She dipped her fingertips in tea, and slowly wrote a five-character on the table, "When the first emperor was alive, he said that he was naughty with the prince, and he never had the idea of the country's capital for him, but now the saint is immoral, and someone actually started his idea and wanted to establish him as the new king." ”

"I've never met this and the prince." An Lingrong raised his eyebrows slightly, "I heard that he is dissolute, spends all day drinking, and likes to handle funerals for others, so out of tune, who wants to support him?" ”

Zhen Huan said an unexpected name: "Prince Zhuang." ”

An Lingrong was stunned for a moment, and repeated in disbelief: "Prince Zhuang? ”

"yes, you're surprised, aren't you?" Zhen Huan pursed her lips and chuckled, "Prince Zhuang was assigned by the emperor to the emperor as an assistant, since the emperor set up a military aircraft department again and squeezed him out openly and secretly, he has different hopes, but his vision is really not good, and he picks the wrong person." It's too ridiculous to do things with the prince, and he had a big fight with his relatives in the court before, how can such a person be the emperor? ”

"Prince Zhuang probably has no way out." An Lingrong held the stove and leaned on the soft pillow, "Before the first emperor died, Zhang Tingyu, Ortai, Prince Zhuang and Prince Guo were designated as auxiliary ministers, and now Zhang Tingyu and Ortai have entered the military aircraft department, and Prince Guo has also been appointed to take on important positions, only Prince Zhuang was thrown aside, how can he not be anxious?" ”

"As the saying goes, go to the doctor in a hurry." Zhen Huan sighed abruptly, her expression was slightly dazed, probably because she hadn't heard the name of the old man for too long, it was An Lingrong who mentioned it shallowly, and she was a little nostalgic, "I don't know if Hongzhao is doing well by his side......"

In the palace of Prince Guo, there is the sound of Lang Lang's book.

"Guests come from afar, leaving me behind. More than 10,000 miles away, the old people's hearts are still good. Wencai double mandarin ducks, cut into a acacia quilt. With Sauvignon Blanc, the fate is incomprehensible. Who can leave this ...... in the glue paint?"

Prince Guo looked at Hongzhao who was reading gently, as if he saw his young self, standing by the window, reading fluently.

The seventeenth Fujin not far away looked at this scene, a trace of ruthless light flashed in his eyes, his fingers couldn't help but clench into fists, and the old lady beside him whispered: "Fujin, the prince and our prince are really similar, these eyebrows and eyes are like carved out of a mold, and the slave maid also heard that the queen mother of Shoukang Palace once had an unknown past with the prince, this ......"

"Shut up!" Seventeen Fujin scolded in a low voice, but the words of blame were not uttered in the end.

She touched her flat lower abdomen, unwilling and angry filled her heart, so that she could not have the slightest joy at Hongzhao's arrival, gritted her teeth, and turned away. And what she didn't know was that her every move, every word, and even the subtle changes in expression and emotional ups and downs were all caught in the blue in the corner.

"Lord Wang, Fang Cai Fujin has been here." Cai Lan appeared behind Prince Guo and said in a low voice.

Prince Guo's gaze still stopped at Hongzhao, and he only said coldly: "Find a time to deal with it, she can't tolerate Hongzhao, and the king has no reason to keep her anymore." He spoke casually, as if he were talking about something inconsequential.

Cai Lan lowered his eyes and was about to retreat, but he heard Prince Guo say, "Cai Lan, how long have you been following this king?" ”

"The slave is seventeen this year." Cai Lanmu replied with a face, she was abandoned on the side of the road when she was born, and it was the prince who picked her up, how old she is, how many years she has been with the prince.

"This king's time is running out, Hongzhao will entrust you to take care of it in the future." Prince Guo coughed sullenly twice, "Come here, this king has something to tell you." ”

Cai Lan looked at Prince Guo sadly, like a lost pony about to lose the old horse that guided her way.

"Find a way to tell Concubine Ning in the palace, just say that the current saint can't tolerate this king, and let people give this king a chronic poison, which led to the tragic death of this king." Prince Guo spoke slowly, but clearly, "Remember?" ”

"Lord Wang, that poison is clearly forced by the first emperor to take it, how can you ......" Cai Lan lost her temper rarely, her eyes were round with indignation, and her eyes were covered with mist, "Why does the prince want to protect the Queen Mother of Shoukang Palace like this?" She has obviously abandoned the prince. ”

"Cai Lan, this king knows that you like Jingxian, so you have always held a grudge against Huan'er, but this king is about to die, and you are the only one who can use it, don't let this king down." Prince Guo's eyes looked at Cai Lan slightly, and then raised his eyes to look at Hongzhao, "She is in a difficult situation in the palace, otherwise she will not do everything possible to send Hongzhao out of the palace, before I die, I must clear all potential dangers for her." He looked at Cai Lan steadily, "Otherwise, this king will not be blind when he dies." ”

Cai Lan knelt down with tears in her eyes: "The slave and maid remembered what the prince explained." ”

When the news of Prince Guo's serious illness came, Zhen Huan was still sewing this year's summer clothes for Hongzhao, she lost her mind, the tip of the needle pierced her finger fiercely, and the red blood suddenly dripped down, she sat in a daze for a long time, so long that time almost stagnated on her, and she asked hoarsely: "How is Hongzhao?" ”

"Seventeen Fujin stayed by the prince's side day and night, and had no time to take care of the prince, so the prince took the personal maid Jiang as a concubine and handed the prince over to her care." Cui Jinxi said truthfully, "The Queen Mother doesn't have to worry. ”

Zhen Huan nodded stiffly: "Okay, that's good." ”

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