The eaves are sprinkled with raindrops, and the smoke is curling,

The huge Qiming Palace is deserted,

There were only three figures left in the palace, one lying on the bed, an old man in a purple robe next to the bed had a sad face, and an old man in a cloth robe had a complicated expression.

"Su Xiang, the edict has been prepared for a long time, and it will be announced after I die. ”

Qi Huang Tian Heng was half-lying on the bed, looking at Su Quanzhou beside him, and sighed lightly.

"Your Majesty......"

Su Quanzhou looked at the bowl of decoction on the wooden table that had been drunk, with a trilling tone at the end.

"Why is Su Xiang like this, you and I are about to know the age of the destiny of heaven. ”

"Life and death are close after all, so why care. ”

Tian Heng chuckled.

"In addition, there is another will, the charter of the peace talks is all set by me, and when it comes, I can't let Su Xiang bother to bear this infamy after his efforts, and after I die, I will also announce to the world that the dead cannot let the living suffer. ”

Tian Heng smiled casually, and looked at the word "death" that was taboo among the kings of all dynasties.

"Su Xiang, listen to what I said!"

"Old minister, obey the order!"

Su Quanzhou choked out sadly.

"Master Meng, I'm tired of supervising the country. ”

"Originally, the master had been hidden in the back mountain of the Jixia School Palace, but I was a little thicker-skinned, and in the future, the master was hard to work on these mundane things, and I had to worry about Chun'er......"

Tian Heng babbled and read,

"Ahem......"

Suddenly a mouthful of blood spat out,

His face suddenly flushed and then suddenly turned pale,

"In the future, Chun'er will ask the two of you!"

The puddle of blood on the quilt embroidered with dragon patterns was shocking, Tian Heng wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth after speaking, and then put his hands on his abdomen, and his eyes gradually closed.

"Your Majesty!"

Su Quanzhou looked in a trance,

Meng Fuzi nodded silently,

"The emperor has died!"

"The emperor has died!"

"The Book of Rites" says,

The Son of Heaven is "薨", and the name of the princes is "killed",

The doctor is called "pawn", and the doctor is "Bulu"

"Collapse" such as the collapse of the building, such as the collapse of the mountain, so the emperor died called "the death", the old eunuch's sharp voice sounded one after another in the Qi Ming Palace, and the eunuch Bingbi, who had been with the Emperor Qi for more than 20 years, was even more paralyzed on the ground and looked up at the sky, for him the Emperor Qi is the sky.

Not long after,

There are many figures outside the carved window lattice, and countless nobles and princes in the palace in the corridor are all walking through with panicked faces, and their steps are very low, lest they disturb the old man lying peacefully on the bed, and the sandalwood floor is reflected in the kneeling figures.

There was a solemn scene in Qi Ming Palace, and occasionally the sound of crying and crying noble women in the palace came out, but when he looked at the woman wearing a white dress and a cold face, he stopped abruptly, and he had to cover his red eyes with a plain scarf.

Looking up at the bed, the old man was wearing a bright yellow deep coat, leaning slightly on the eaves of the bed, his hair was meticulously combed, his hands were on his abdomen, his eyelids were closed, as if he was asleep, and there was a dose of decoction that had just been drunk on the side of the bed.

"Father!"

"Father!"

Outside the door, a man in a bright yellow python robe stumbled in, and when he looked at the old man on the bed, the whole person was stunned in place, and the foot of a stumbling was actually falling to the ground, with bloodshot under his eyes, and the python robe was wrinkled, and he was extremely embarrassed.

"Chun'er, come here!"

Empress Qi, who was dressed in white, said in a deep voice, her palm gently held Emperor Qi's palm, there was no original warmth, and the cold touch darkened Queen Qi's eyes at the moment of contact, and at this moment, her face looked even more pale and haggard without any makeup.

"Queen Mother!"

"Get on your knees!"

Tian Chun knelt beside the bed with scarlet eyes, although he had known this ending for a long time, but now he really bumped into him or was in a trance, since the ancient Taoist family was ruthless, but who knew that his father's feelings for his mother and the so-called hand of the son in the poem were no different from the son and the old man, and they had stumbled together for so many years.

"Su Xiang, read Your Majesty's posthumous call. ”

"Silence!"

Empress Qi knelt beside the bed, turned her eyes and swept over the faces of the many concubines who were sobbing in a low voice, crying and crying was very annoying, and finally said coldly.

"Su Xiang, please!"

Tian Chun helped his mother to kneel down in front of the bed, and several concubines behind him, who were usually not low, secretly pulled their children and planned to kneel closer, but Su Quanzhou's indifferent eyes subconsciously took a few steps back, at this moment, from a distance, there were hundreds of people in the field except for Tian Chun's mother and son, there were only two people, and there were not a few things to fight for power and profit after the emperor's death, even if the prince had already decided, there were always people who did not give up, at this time, Su Quanzhou's attitude as the head of the hundred officials in the book should naturally be clear.

"Mengfuzi. ”

Su Quanzhou took out the edict that had been carried for a long time from his arms and gently opened it.

"Yes!"

A thin old man in a white cloth coat next to the bed glanced at it and nodded slightly, still with a detached bearing, but when his eyes fell on the cold body on the bed, it was still inevitable that a little depression would emerge, no matter what, he had already received his student courtesy, and he had also given that sentence to Master Mengzi, and now he promised to supervise the country, and he should be the official position of the prince and the prince, and he should be closer to the prince.

Meng Fuzi stood silently beside Tian Chun, his right hand was raised slightly, Tian Heng only felt that the cold wind blowing from behind the door was blocked by an invisible barrier, and the latter felt something, turned around and looked at the figure in cloth clothes and cast a grateful look.

"Fengtian carries the emperor, the edict says;"

"I am commanded by heaven, the great cause of the country, and the immortal event. ”

"The Crown Prince Succeeds ......"

"The announcement is at home and abroad, and the salty envoy knows about it!"

After Su Quanzhou finished reciting, he did not close the holy decree, but gently handed it to Meng Fuzi, who raised his hand and raised the humerus ministers who were kneeling outside, raised their heads to see the system and seal on it, and then gently closed it.

"Your Majesty said before his death that although the national mourning is serious, the situation is critical. ”

"Please also ask Your Highness to succeed to the throne as soon as possible without vulgar courtesy, so as to protect peace. ”

Su Quanzhou said to Tian Chunlang, who was kneeling on the ground, with a solemn face.

"Su Xiang, can ......"

Tian Chun wanted to speak and stopped.

"Chun'er, Your Majesty has a life, you should obey it!"

"Today, the court summoned hundreds of officials, and everything in the enthronement ceremony was simple!"

"The officials of the common people of Daqi can wear plain clothes for seven days!"

"The major temples in the city, the Taoist temple pestle bell 30,000 ......"

"Mourn for Your Majesty!"

I don't know when Queen Qi has already gotten up, her eyes are burning and looking at Tian Chun, who is kneeling on the edge of the bed and wearing a bright yellow python robe, her voice is very soft, but her words have the momentum of being in charge of the harem for a long time and cannot be refuted.

"Queen Mother's ......"

"This matter is decided, after ascending the throne, Meng Fuzi, Su Xiang will supervise the country, and after you and the crown, you will officially manage political affairs, during which you will listen more, learn more, and ask more questions. ”

"Don't let your majesty down!"

When Empress Qi got up, a tear dripped from the corner of her eye.

"Son, as the queen mother said!"

Tian Chun wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and stood up.

"In the future, I will be tired of Meng Fuzi, and I will be tired of Su Xiang!"

Respectfully saluted the two people beside him.

"Has the date of my father's funeral ever been set?"

"Back to Your Highness, seven days later will be the day of the great funeral. ”

"Naturally, he was buried seven days later. ”

"This is also what His Majesty meant when he was alive. ”

Su Quanzhou said softly,

"Mengfuzi?"

Tian Chun looked at the old man in a cloth suit beside him.

"Well, there are some things that Your Majesty has explained a long time ago. ”

Meng Fuzi nodded.

"Su Xiang, the court meeting will be handed over to you later, and the old man still has some things that His Majesty needs to do. ”

"Master Meng, please!"

Su Quanzhou looked at the direction of Honglu Temple from afar,

There is still a guest in the city at this moment,

At the moment, you need to close the door and send off guests naturally,

"Your Highness, don't let your majesty down. ”

Meng Fuzi patted Tian Chun's shoulder, withdrew his gaze from Emperor Qi's corpse and looked at Tian Chun with a hint of softness, more like an elder's exhortation to a junior.

"I will live up to my father's expectations!"

Tian Chun clenched his hands into fists and muttered softly.

"There are some things that Your Majesty has decided, as far as Daqi is concerned, for His Highness, it is the best result, cherish it to His Highness, don't be rash, after all, Your Majesty has paid too much......"

Meng Fuzi looked at Tian Chun's scarlet eyes and clenched Shuangquan and said softly.

In this way, the old man was relieved. ”

There was silence for a long time,

Meng Fuzi until Tian Chun's clenched fists gradually loosened,

His eyes returned to clarity before he spoke.

"Huai Jin holds Yu!"

"Wen Tao Wu Luo!"

"Your Highness, please keep it in mind!"

Tian Chun nodded imperceptibly,

Meng Fuzi stroked his beard and smiled,

Turning around and taking a step, he has already arrived outside the Qi Ming Palace,

When one step fell, he had already arrived outside the Fengtian Temple,

Looking through the door, he paused for a moment at the top empty spot.

When the third step is taken,

The old man in a cloth robe had already stood on the vermilion palace wall, and looked at a young man in a python robe who was looking in the direction of the Fengtian Temple and muttered something softly.

There is also a pile of paper ashes next to the palace gate,

"Bell, bell, bell......"

The wooden hammer hits the heavy brass bell,

Dust is falling down,

The low and mournful bell sounded in the sky above Yong'an City, and countless people in the streets and alleys walked out of their homes to listen to the bell from the imperial city, and they were stunned, and the older generation of Yong'an people also heard this long-lasting bell, but it was many years ago, ringing Qi Huang Tian Heng has been in power for more than 20 years, and I don't know when his eyes have blurred.

"Master Meng!"

The young man bowed to the figure on the palace wall.

"Your Majesty, let's go. ”

One step at a time,

The man has arrived at the young man's side,

"Your Highness, you are the first person to burn paper for Your Majesty. ”

There was a breeze coming, and the paper ashes were flying all over the ground, but the white cloth clothes were stained with a lot of dust, but the latter said indifferently.

"Promised him the old man's seven catties of paper money, naturally he has to do it. ”

"What's more, his old man is also half a confidant of the palace. ”

The young man chuckled, there was not too much anger in his words, and there was not too much sadness.

"Old man, I'm here to send His Highness out of the city. ”

Meng Fuzi nodded and spoke.

"Thank you, Master. ”

The young man's eyes fell on Meng Fuzi's waist, and he didn't know when a long sword had been hung, and there was always an article of the sages and sages hanging on his waist at his waist, but it was no longer there at this moment.

When Yan Shisan's eyes fell on the extremely simple long sword, his expression became solemn, and his right hand leaned towards his waist intentionally or unintentionally, I don't know why the pressure on himself from the thin old man in front of him was faintly better than that of the second-grade barbarian king Huyan Erdan of the Golden Horde Court.

"Your Majesty's promise has been done. ”

"Your Highness, it's time to go out of the city, I'm afraid it will be difficult later. ”

Meng Fuzi looked at the people pouring out of the streets and alleys and said softly.

"Bell, bell, bell, bell......"

Bells rang from all over the city,

The Son of Heaven "薨" is mourned by the whole country, which is a common ceremony,

What's more, Emperor Qi is just a layman, not a mediocre.

Heavy clouds gathered over the imperial city, and the originally drizzling light rain suddenly became heavier, and raindrops the size of beans fell from the sky and slapped on the ground.

"Maybe it's too late......"

The young man's gaze fell into the long street and said with a wry smile,

Outside the palace gate, more and more Yong'an people gathered, their faces were sad, and even many women's eyes were red, even children were infected by the solemn scene without crying or making trouble, Yong'an City at the feet of the Son of Heaven may be a little less fierce than the people in the frontier many times, but when it comes to the emotions of the Qi Emperor, it is not felt in other places.

In the end, he still underestimated the popularity of his old man in Qi Realm, maybe he went to the party, cut the land, and the government decree made the prestige of the old man of Qi Huang and his old man in the people drop in a downturn, but the remaining few points are enough, not to mention that there is a saying that people die and their debts are eliminated.

When his gaze fell on the black and gold python robe, it seemed that all the suppressed hatred had reached a threshold at this moment, and all the resentment and hatred poured out like a flood bursting the embankment.

The 450,000 souls of the Shangdang have not yet returned to their hometowns,

The eighteen old men of Linqu are now not cold,

The blood of more than 1,000 people outside the Honglu Temple has not dried,

At the end of the day,

At the beginning of the hour,

The morning sun rises,

Wisps of sunlight fell from the gap between the thick clouds, and it happened that a beam of sunlight fell on the young man in a python robe, putting a layer of light on the young man's handsome face, as if he was stepping on the rising sun, but his body was indeed covered with blood and filth that could not be washed away.

Looking at the whole long street, the water is impassable,

Swords, guns, sticks, axes, hooks and forks, and even people with dung forks in their hands, burning sticks, and the distorted faces that suddenly erupted after being suppressed to the extreme appeared in the eyes of the young man.

"Are they seeing me off?"

The young man laughed to himself.

His right hand was already lightly resting on the hilt of the stinging sword,

meanwhile

The long sword on Meng Fuzi's waist sounded softly,

"Your Highness, it's time to get out of the city. ”

Meng Fuzi's lips opened lightly, if he was messing around, even if the black-clothed swordsman beside him was strong, he would be sure to take the life of this young man.

"Naturally, I went out of the city, but unfortunately someone stopped me. ”

"This city full of death knells, shouldn't it be for me?"

The young man let go of the hilt of his sword and chuckled,

The right hand was stretched out and fell into the air,

There are flowers before and after the mango planting, jasmine, Milan, Fusang, pomegranate, Yueji, June snow, white orchid, there are many people who raise flowers in Yong'an City, and there is a Fusang tree in the small courtyard not far from the palace gate.

Hibiscus trees bloom from February to mid-winter. Its flowers are crimson, five out, as big as hollyhocks, there is a stamen, long in the flowers and leaves, decorated with gold dust, the sun shines, suspicious like flames, above a bush, hundreds of flowers bloom in the sun, and the morning opens at dusk.

The wind lifted crimson hibiscus petals and clamped them on the fingertips,

A sword intent swept like mountains, rivers, lakes and seas,

This is Dugu's sword intent to seek defeat,

The young man walked against the crowd,

Alone

Walking alone,

Long fingers stretched out,

Fuso petals float,

The vast sword intent like a cloud of smoke seemed to be condensed on the petals of the Fusang flower, looking at the grass raindrops that were shattered by the sword intent and drifting in the air, Meng Fuzi's face was as pale as paper, and the crowd in the distance was even more panicked.

......