The Zhaohui Hall was silent, something hollowed out the heart, and the heartbeat plummeted with the body temperature, as if falling into a bottomless abyss. After listening to Zhong Limu's remarks, the queen felt very cold.
Yes, she never thought that if His Majesty did not choose to die for the country, then they would still be together now. The torrential rain in the summer season has made the entire Wanzhou fruitless, and last year's blizzard has become an opportunity for some people to take advantage of. While the army was heading north, the imperial capital with only Jinpaowei could not resist the troops of Yizhou, and the rebels finally captured Yuanzhou City.
The rebellion came very suddenly, and it burned into a prairie fire in an instant, and it swept across the central states of Chu. Xu Jingchen dispatched reinforcements in time, but was blocked by the cool water bank. Just after such a delay, she would never see Zhong Lishuo again.
She didn't even leave anything about Zhong Lishuo, and everything about Zhong Lishuo disappeared with the fire.
If His Majesty did not die for the country, according to the strength of the Jinpao Guards at that time, they would definitely be able to escort her to the shore of Liangshui, and they would meet again. Why martyrdom? Death is not the best option.
Xu Jingchen admired Zhong Lishuo's spirit of defending his family and country as an emperor, but he longed for them to meet again in the midst of humiliation and burden.
It was not until she expelled the barbarians from the north from the territory of Lanzhou, took over the jade seal of Chuanguo from Su Yanqing, and recaptured the country, that she began to accept the fact that Emperor Zhao was no longer there.
It was not difficult for Xuan Jingchen to accept death, because her father, mother, and her aunt all died on the battlefield. Death is a common thing for soldiers on the battlefield.
Because no matter how much you cry and howl, those who can't come back will never come back.
Therefore, Xuan Jingchen did not cry, she carried the mountains and rivers left by Emperor Zhao, carried her wishes, and shouldered everything.
But she never thought about it. It turned out that Zhong Lishuo didn't want to live, but that there was no way to live.
Xuan Jingchen sat on the dragon chair and looked at Zhong Limu who was choked with tears under the steps. He tried his best to suppress his emotions and asked, "Where's the letter?"
"Chen... I have already brought it here." Zhong Limu raised his hand to wipe his tears, and took out a brief note from his cuff tremblingly.
Xuan Jingchen came out after the case, stretched out his hand to take the letter, and hurriedly opened it to read. Zhong Limu wiped his tears, looked up at her seemingly calm but trembling body, and cried, "I have ordered the two to be brought back from the southern border, but they will be able to reach Yuanzhou in half a month. It is in their hands, and your Majesty will know whether what the minister said is true or false."
Zhong Limu looked at the woman in front of him who was not tall but tall and tough like a pine tree. He leaned over and bowed and bowed, tears streaming down his face, "Your Majesty, no... Huangjie, Huangjie was killed by someone, although I know she has passed away for a long time. , but the crime of murdering the emperor must not be tolerated."
"I beg you here, my younger brother, to find a rebellion for the imperial sister."
"She left too early."
Zhong Limu had already cried a lot at home earlier, but to mention it now, it is both grieved and sad. Xuan Jingchen looked at the letter carefully, and his heart was long ago.
Yes, if Zhong Lishuo hadn't experienced such things before his death, would he have chosen to go north? There is still time to start again.
But she is gone now, she has no choice, and some people have deprived her of the right to choose.
Xuan Jingchen took a deep breath, clenched the letter in his hand tightly, and heard himself say very calmly, "Who else knows about this matter?"
"Apart from Wei Chen, there are those two people, and the King of Southern Borders, no one else knows." He didn't even tell Princess Ping An because he knew that only the Queen could make the decision.
Murdering the emperor, what a sin, and what kind of conspiracy and tricks are hidden in the dark.
This incident is not only as simple as the death of Emperor Zhao, but it may also overturn the Chao Gang.
"I know, when those two come to Yuanzhou, you will bring someone to see me. I will personally inquire about this matter." Xuan Jingchen squeezed his fingers, his face pale, "I..."
Halfway through the words, Xuan Jingchen could no longer speak. Tears flowed down her cheeks at some point, and she was afraid that she would burst into tears if she opened her mouth.
Xuan Jingchen knew that she didn't cry when she left, she didn't cry when she left on the seventh day, she didn't cry when she sent her clothes to the emperor's mausoleum, and she didn't cry when she missed her.
Xuan Jingchen thought that his tears had dried up long after his parents left and after seeing so many deaths on the battlefield. She has long been used to death and is so numb that she can't even cry for the death of her life. But I never thought that there would be a day when the gaffe would be out of tune.
Is it regret, or regret, or hate.
He didn't stay by Zhong Lishuo's side all the time.
How cold is the imperial mausoleum, so a person who is afraid of the cold definitely doesn't want to lie in it, so he chooses to end his life with the warmth of a fire.
Xuan Jingchen thought, if she personally brought troops back to help, Zhong Lishuo would not have to choose to die for the country.
If she told Zhong Lishuo that she was willing to stay warm with her, would Zhong Lishuo be willing to wait for her to be buried in the Emperor Mausoleum.
Instead of the current situation, a hundred years later, only her body will accompany Emperor Zhao's clothes and crown in the imperial mausoleum.
Xuan Jingchen raised his hand to cover his face, squeezed the letter in his hand tightly, turned his back to Zhongli Curtain, and went through the past. Kneeling on the ground, Zhong Li left the curtain, looked up at her back, saw her tall and straight body standing alone, and an indescribable loneliness came to her heart.
It was only now that he understood that the queen would definitely investigate this matter, not only for the sake of state affairs, but also for the sake of the royal sister.
In the heart of the royal sister-in-law, there is a royal sister. If Huangjie knew about it, she would be very happy.
Zhong Limu, who was crying into tears, wiped away the tears and began to sob in a low voice.
After crying incisively and vividly, Zhong Limu, who finally told the secret that he had accumulated for a long time, left Zhaohui Hall. The death of Emperor Zhao has another mystery, which no one has thought of.
What Ling Zhong Lishuo didn't expect was that she didn't have the energy to investigate thoroughly before she died, but at the beginning of the year, the queen took over and continued to investigate.
Zhong Lishuo, who regarded everything as the beginning, had already forgotten about it when he was in the ***, anyway, no matter who wanted to harm her, she would still be dead after all. Now, the queen has been firmly in the country, and the current situation cannot be changed by chaotic officials and thieves.
She enjoys everything about Le Zhengsu's new life, and she also has to face everything that Le Zhengsu has to face. She wants to read Le Zhengsu's books, enjoy Le Zhengsu's favorite paintings, and enjoy Le Zhengsu's writing, and she has to find excuses to cover up what she knows.
Therefore, after waking up again, she practiced calligraphy and painting for a long time, trying to be indistinguishable from Le Zhengsu. And what you love is going to be done.
For example, to play the shakuhachi, after first learning the flute, and then Xiao and other regulated instruments, Zhong Lishuo played the shakuhachi at home.
Even if the Empress banned the shakuhachi, there was actually no problem in playing at home. Only in the past few days, after playing shakuhachi at home, her eldest sister always looked at her with a strange look.
After playing shakuhachi in his home and being watched by the eldest sister several times, Zhong Lishuo looked back calmly when he met the eldest sister again at noon that day.
After a long while, the eldest sister finally spoke first, hesitated for a long time before asking, "Why does Su like shakuhachi."
It turned out to be this question, why I like it, of course it is: "Its sound is desolate and vast, and it is quiet and profound. Su thinks it can make people feel free."
The shakuhachi is a musical instrument that can make people feel free. The high-pitched tune is like an eagle spreading its wings and flying freely. When she was a child, she lived in the deep palace. She sat under a low tree beside the tall palace wall and played shakuhachi, hoping that her people could fly out of the palace wall like the sound of shakuhachi.
Fly to a world that will never be imprisoned.
But her body was not free, and she was trapped in the palace wall until her death.
The body can be trapped, but the mind cannot. In the last life, her heart was still the same as her Shakuhachi tone, swimming freely in Kyushu of Chu Kingdom.
Zhong Lishuo has been trying her best to be a free and dignified person in her life, which is why she only loves shakuhachi.
Hearing Zhong Lishuo's reply, Le Zhengying nodded and said, "That's the truth, as long as Su likes it." Le Zhengying, who originally wanted to stop Le Zhengsu and Emperor Zhao from liking the same musical instrument, finally chose give up.
Forget it, it sounds like you are getting more and more proficient in playing it at home anyway, as long as you like it. When the queen elects her husband, let's blow it up.
"Well." Zhong Lishuo nodded and agreed quickly.
"By the way, there is one more thing." Le Zhengying coughed and said softly, "You asked your mother if she could go to the hot springs in the suburbs?"
"I asked, my mother said that I'm not in good health, so she won't let me go." Zhong Lishuo nodded, thinking of Le Zhengsu's mother's tender eyes that people couldn't help but sigh.
Hey, she really wanted to go out for a walk.
"If you really want to go, would you like to go with your sister?" Le Zhengying looked at the energetic young man, and said with a smile, "Today, a colleague asked me to go to the hot springs in Meihuazhuang, and it will be time for me to go to the hot springs. come together."
"Is it really convenient for me to follow?" Zhong Lishuo's eyes were full of surprises, and Le Zhengying also became happy with the flickering light in her black and white eyes.
"Naturally." Le Zhengying smiled and said, "We will go together on the eighth day of the first lunar month. Mother won't know."
"Well, thank you so much, eldest sister." Zhong Lishuo bowed his hands in a salute, his face shining brightly.
Just when I heard the eighth day of the first lunar month, a familiar feeling came to my heart. The eighth day of the first lunar month, a very special day, that is the day when Emperor Zhao came to this world.