The outer hall of Changle Palace is a mess.

"Quick, inform the emperor quickly, the queen mother ......," the old eunuch said urgently.

"Godfather, what do you say?"

"Yes, godfather, how can you report it?"

Several little eunuchs looked at the old eunuch miserably, panicked one by one, they heard the emperor's crying clearly, and knew that something big had happened, but they didn't dare to say anything like "the queen is dead" casually.

I don't know the details, how can I talk nonsense.

"Why don't you say...... "The old eunuch is going to scold her mother," just say that Queen Taishang's life is like a thread, hurry up, ......"

If such a big thing is wrong, they who are slaves and maids will definitely come to a great disaster.

"Ah, yes, sons, go now."

…

Yongning Palace.

Zhu Jianshen, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened, and before he could get up, he heard Empress Taishang critically ill and Emperor Taishang crying.

He hurriedly got up and pushed Zhen'er, who was half asleep, "Zhen'er, wake up, don't sleep, something happened." ”

Before Zhen'er got up, he had already gotten out of bed, and while getting dressed, he walked out, "Immediately notify the Queen Mother, Concubine Chen, Concubine Shu, and Concubine De, by the way, there is also the crown prince, the prince...... Call them all together and go to Changle Palace quickly. ”

"Yes, slaves and maids."

At this time, Zhen'er also learned the news, and hurriedly put clothes on her body, but her heart was up and down.

She hurried to the outside of the palace, but saw that the emperor's husband had already gone out.

"Your Majesty..."

Zhu Jianshen stopped, turned back and pulled her up, and hurriedly said, "The queen mother is critically ill, let's go over quickly." ”

"Concubine...... Afraid. "When it comes to the end, Zhen'er is ready to tell the truth.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Jianshen already knew about it, and said: "I know about it, the emperor has said it, don't worry, he won't retaliate against you, hurry up, this is a big deal." ”

Hearing this, Zhen'er was a little relieved, although she was still worried, she had to keep up.

In this kind of thing, whether she wants it or not, she can't run away from it. gōΠb.ōγg

~

Changle Palace.

Zhu Jianshen and Zhen'er were the first to arrive.

The inner sanctum is brightly lit.

The little eunuchs had already knelt at the door of the hall and sobbed in a low voice, and when they saw the imperial concubine coming hand in hand, they only kowtowed, and did not stop crying.

Zhu Jianshen walked through the slave maid and walked straight inside, and Zhen'er also followed quickly......

"Father..."Zhu Jianshen called softly.

Zhu Qizhen didn't seem to realize it, he sat at the head of the bed, holding his beloved wife's hand, his lips trembling and he didn't know what to say.

Qian was lying flat on the couch, and the bright candlelight could not hide his pale face, and it was already time to run out of oil and dry up.

"Father's ......"

Zhu Jianshen called again, but still did not respond.

Zhen'er tugged at his sleeve and shook her head slightly.

She didn't dare to be angry, and after giving the emperor's husband a look, she knelt down and brewed emotions......

Zhu Jianshen stepped forward slowly and knelt down in front of the couch.

"The Queen Mother..."

Qian was still conscious, and when he heard the call, he glanced at him, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then his eyes looked at his husband again.

She didn't have the strength to speak, so she could only listen to her husband.

Then, the Empress Dowager Zhou, Queen Wang, the Prince, Concubine Shu, Concubine Chen, Concubine De and others came one after another.

The wind blew in with these people, and the candles in the wind were dimmed, reflecting Qian's pale face even paler, as if it would be extinguished at any time.

"Close the door, close the door......" Zhu Qizhen muttered.

Zhu Jianshen listened to it several times before he understood what his father said, and hurriedly turned around and said, "Close the door, don't let the cold wind blow in." ”

Turning his head, he had the heart to call the imperial doctor, but he didn't say it.

He understood that there was no need.

Zhu Youzhu walked to the couch and knelt down, and called "Imperial Grandma" lowered her head and eyes, depressed, and didn't know what to say.

Three generations of grandparents and grandchildren crowded in front of the couch, one sitting, two kneeling, and there was no place for others.

Empress Dowager Zhou didn't step forward, she didn't want to, she didn't dare to step forward, she stood on the side, looking anxious and sad.

After her, the concubines, little princes, and little princesses led by the queen all knelt on the ground, the adults were full of grief and wiped their tears silently, and the children hung their heads, quiet and well-behaved.

Zhu Qizhen said in a dumb voice: "Xiaoqian, the children and grandchildren have come to see you." ”

"Hmm..." Qian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he let out a low moan, and his face became more and more gray.

Her vitality was passing fast, like rotten dead wood in the cold winter, bleak and fragile, incompatible with the fiery red that filled the palace.

She lost control of her expression and furrowed her brow in pain......

She wanted to laugh and give her husband a final beauty, but she couldn't do it.

The pain became more and more intense, spreading all the limbs and bones, and the haggard face was slightly distorted, which must not be good-looking...... She regretted it.

Zhu Qizhen watched her life lose little by little, her painful appearance pierced his heart like a needle cone, and his emotions collapsed......

I shouldn't have stopped her, I shouldn't have let her sleep, I should have let her go peacefully...... Zhu Qizhen collapsed, he was too selfish, too selfish.

Zhu Qizhen opened his mouth wide, cried in a dumb voice, and muttered: "Blame me, blame me......"

"No, no...... Blame. Qian's eyes gradually lost focus, and his expression gradually froze......

"Small money, small money......"

This time, there was no response.

"Ah............h

"The queen mother ......!" Zhu was deeply shocked and cried.

As he cried, the cries in the temple were continuous, and the aftermath was endless.

The old eunuch shouted in his sharp mournful voice: "Empress Taishang, it's over." ”

~

It was less than the fourth watch, and the palace, which was supposed to be silent, was crying at the moment, and the slaves and maids were all mobilized, and they were even busier than during the day.

The red lanterns were all removed and replaced with pure white ......

On the fifth watch, hundreds of officials went to court.

As soon as he entered the palace, he was notified that Empress Taishang had died, and he was too late to be shocked, so he immediately tied his filial piety belt, and under the guidance of the eunuchs, gathered in front of the Changle Palace, crying bitterly.

"Cry~"

"Stop~"

With the guidance of the eunuchs, the cries and mournings came one after another, and each wave became higher than the other.

The entire palace was immersed in an atmosphere of sadness.

The New Year is approaching, such a big thing has happened, the New Year is definitely not good, and the morning meeting will naturally not be able to go, Zhu Jianshen had no choice but to order, and there is something to do.

The snow was all over the sky, and the wind was like a knife, blowing on the face and causing pain, and crying and mourning in this extremely cold weather required extremely high physical fitness of the officials.

Although I was warm enough and had cotton under my knees, I still couldn't stand kneeling on the cold floor for a long time.

"Don't let them howl." Zhu Qizhen looked silent and said: "The funeral is simple, the officials come to cry for a quarter of an hour every day, and the people can wear filial piety for three days, and everything will be as usual after three days." ”

"Father, how can this be done?" As a son, Zhu Jianshen naturally couldn't easily agree to this kind of request.

"I just said yes." Zhu Qizhen said lightly: "Do so much useless work, your queen mother is happy, just do what I say." ”

"That'...... Hey, well, Father Rende. ”

Zhu Jianshen looked reluctant and promulgated the will as required.

This time, whether it is the officials or the people, the pressure has been greatly reduced, and even the early dynasty can be carried out normally.

However, Zhu Jianshen still stopped the early dynasty.

It's not that he's lazy, but that the Empress Dowager of the Zhenggong has passed away, and it must be like this, this is filial piety.

There were only a few days left before the Chinese New Year, and Zhu Jianshen simply postponed the meeting to the nineteenth year of Chenghua.

The ministers had something to do, and through the General Administration Department, they sent it to him in the imperial book case, which was stopped early, but Zhu Jianshen did not neglect his government.

Far from being relaxed, he was even busier and more tired while managing the government and keeping filial piety.

Fortunately, he is the Son of Heaven, and he only needs to keep filial piety for three days.

…

According to Zhu Qizhen's requirements, the death of the Qian family did not affect the people, the people still celebrated the New Year normally, the shops on the street were not closed, and even the restaurants were open normally.

Entertainment industries such as theaters and green buildings were temporarily closed, but this had little impact on the people......

In the nineteenth year of Chenghua, the second half of the first month.

Twenty-seven days after the coffin was stopped, Qian was buried in Yuling.

On the day of the burial, Zhu Qizhen also came.

From the coffin of his beloved wife being put into the tomb to the last handful of soil sealed, he watched the whole process......

When he came back from the funeral, he was sick.

The condition was not serious, and after taking a few doses of medicine, he recovered his health.

It's just that although the illness is cured, people still lose their spirit and spirit, and they are depressed all day long.

Zhu Jianshen was really worried that he would have a bad idea, so he asked the princes and princesses to go to Changle Palace often to accompany him, after all, he was his father, and there was no conflict of interest.

However, Zhu Jianshen broke his promise.

The Qian family had approached him before, saying that after she died, he asked him to take a concubine for the emperor.

Zhu Jianshen agreed happily, but when it came to the end, he never mentioned it.

His father is only one of his sons, and no matter what the future holds, the inheritance of the throne can only be in his vein, and he doesn't want his father to have other sons.

Besides, he now has several sons.

There is no need to worry about the scarcity of blood and the unsafe inheritance of the throne.

It's just that what he doesn't know is that even if he is willing to give his father a concubine, his father doesn't have that mind.

Since the Qian family left, Zhu Jianshen stayed in Changle Palace all day, reading the script all day long, or chatting with the grandsons and granddaughters who came to ask for peace, and he didn't even leave the palace gate.

As time went by, the number of times these grandsons came became less and less, and he didn't say anything, still stuffy in Changle Palace.

He didn't ask for anything, he didn't make trouble for anyone, and lived silently alone.

Read a book, be in a daze, go to bed when it's dark, and get up at dawn.

The whole person is confused......

He didn't complain, he felt that it was all retribution, and he deserved it.

After a long time, his whole person became silent, he hardly spoke to people, and he liked to be alone in a daze more and more......

~

In May, the military intelligence came to report.

Wang Zhi and Wang Yue led 20,000 cavalry day and night without asking for instructions or greeting anyone, and went deep into Mobei to catch a main force and chase fiercely, all the way to Weininghai, and won a complete victory!

This battle has given the strongest force in the Mobei grassland a head-on blow at this stage, and it is foreseeable that the road to the reunification of the Mobei grassland will be delayed for at least nearly ten years.