"Boom—"
There was a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and the originally clear sky immediately turned cloudy, dark, and dark clouds rolled, as if it suddenly turned from day to night.
The East Palace was dead silent.
No one dared to speak, and even the sound of breathing became lighter and lighter.
Since the crown prince was on his deathbed, His Majesty, who was originally wise and mighty, went crazy. Maybe he was crazy long ago, but no one else noticed.
The crown prince died three days ago. It was supposed to be buried in a small funeral, put into Zigong, and then mourned. But His Majesty forbade anyone to touch the prince's body, and even brought a group of monks inside to close the temple door, not knowing what they were doing.
During these three days, the court could not go up, and no one could be seen. If it weren't for the constant bursts of Sanskrit sounds and Taoist incantations coming from the hall, it would really make people anxious to death.
Even so, all eyes were focused on this place before facing the harem.
crazy!
Even if the crown prince is His Majesty's only heir, it's not like this, it's crazy!
But no one dared to say such a thing, even in a dream, they had to keep their mouths tightly shut. Ever since the man on the dragon chair ascended to the throne, he has shown the strength of arbitrariness. No one knows how many ministers who opposed him in the court over the years have died, and there are too many who have been subjected to the court stick. The civil servants always liked to fight against the emperor, but after seeing the master's methods, it made everyone shudder.
Qianli is an official only for money, even if not for money, it is for fame. But it is also a pity to be famous but not to enjoy life. How many people in this world can live without death since ancient times
In particular, apart from being arbitrary, he is rare in terms of government and people's livelihood. Since he came to the throne, he has done a lot to improve Haiyan and clean rivers, and the country is prosperous and the people are peaceful. It is a scene of prosperity.
Don't touch it except for two taboos, one is the prince, and the other is the harem.
Many times, Emperor Jin'an didn't look like a man at all in the eyes of the ministers. Is there any man who can be ashamed for decades? There are even rumors among the people that Emperor Jin'an is not good, and there are also rumors that Longyang is good. It's just a rumour.
Fucheng led a group of eunuchs to guard outside the palace gate, looking at the closed palace gate from time to time with grief and anxiety hidden in his eyes.
He has been guarding here for three days and three nights. When he was tired, he fell asleep standing up, and when he was thirsty or hungry, he just solved it casually. Emperor Jin'an was inside, so he dared not leave. And under the steps, even at the gate of the palace, there are groups of well-armored imperial guards.
When Emperor Jin'an was about to enter, he said that trespassers would be killed without mercy.
So many princes and ministers entered the palace in the past three days, but they were all blocked from the East Palace.
In the dormitory, the bright yellow tulle fluttered up and down, covering the person lying there quietly behind.
Dozens of eminent monks and Taoists sat around the bed in specific directions. Their eyes were closed tightly, and they kept chanting words. On the other side, there were dozens of monks dressed in the same clothes sitting on the floor. Outsiders heard the uninterrupted Sanskrit sounds and incantations, but they actually relied on these people to carry them out.
But even so, their faces were pale, their lips were dry, and it was obvious that they were almost unable to hold on.
In the corner of the hall, behind the fluttering tulle, sat a person faintly, like a sculpture, motionless. Standing beside him was a Taoist with a childlike face and white hair and a fairy-like demeanor, his face was indifferent, but there was a sigh hidden in his eyes.
Suddenly, there was another thunderclap, and the big raindrops fell on the yellow glazed tiles. Soon the rain became heavier, as if a hole had been broken in the sky. Even in the hall, the heavy rain could be heard pouring down. down the sound.
The rain was so heavy that it even suppressed the voices in the hall. The voices of chanting scriptures and casting spells became louder and more urgent, and people could not even hear the syllables clearly. Suddenly a monk fell down, followed by others one after another.
As soon as someone in front fell down, someone behind would catch up, but more and more people fell down, and they couldn't catch up.
Click!
Following another thunderclap, Han Chuanzi shouted loudly: "Stop!"
Obviously seeing that his voice was not loud, it made everyone tremble.
The hall was very quiet, not even the sound of breathing could be heard.
The person sitting there suddenly moved, he stood up: "Master Han, is it done?"
Han Chuanzi secretly sighed: "Your Majesty, Pindao said earlier, do your best to obey the destiny."
This person is dressed in bright yellow, standing behind the tulle, people can't see his face clearly, only that he is tall and dignified.
Suddenly, he moved a bit: "It's a good one to do his best and listen to the destiny! Taoist Master Han and all the eminent monks and Taoist priests have worked hard, and what I promised you will be done."
After speaking, the man walked out of the palace gate.
The door of the palace, which had been closed for many days, finally opened from the inside, and Fucheng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the person who appeared.
"His Majesty."
"Start with the funeral for the prince, and have a grand burial according to the imperial system."
Emperor Jin'an had only such a son. After the death of the prince, there were dark disturbances in the court.
The first emperor had a total of eight princes, three of them disappeared in the 32nd year of Hongjing, and now apart from Emperor Jin'an, who is already the ninety-fifth lord, there are still King An, King Qing, King Lu, and King Wu. Among them, King An committed a crime two years ago and was banned by Emperor Jin'an, which means that there are still three princes left.
These three princes, King Nian Qing was valued by His Majesty in the early days, but in recent years they have become cold for some reason. As for King Lu and King Wu, Emperor Jin'an has always behaved indifferently. In such an uncertain situation, every family has a chance, but it makes people wonder for a moment who will get it.
And Emperor Jin'an never said that Ren Jingzhong was in a turmoil because of the adoption.
As for why everyone thinks it is adoption, not Emperor Jin'an's own rebirth. The prince has already passed today and there will be no tomorrow. If His Majesty wants to give birth early, why wait until today? !
Just when everyone was gearing up, Zhao Yan, the eldest son of Prince Qing's Mansion who had been far away at the border, came back.
Prince Qing's son was not loved by Prince Qing since he was a child. Princess Qing ate fast and recited Buddhism all the year round, and she seldom showed up in front of people, but the side concubine surnamed Han walked around a lot outside. Up to now, most people in the world know that there is a Concubine Han in Prince Qing's Mansion, but few people know that there is also a concubine.
And this Prince Qing's son was born of Princess Qing.
In fact, this kind of situation is familiar to every family and government. To put it bluntly, the west wind overwhelms the east wind, and the sons born by it are not welcome.
However, this Prince Qing's son was able to read and write, which was valued by Emperor Jin'an, and he was sent to guard the border three years ago. He disappeared from people's eyes for a long time, and was forgotten by everyone. This time, he was not at all among the most popular candidates for adoption in Beijing.
It was not until Zhao Yan came back that many people remembered the character Prince Qing.
And Emperor Jin'an was also vigorous and resolute, and soon decreed to adopt Zhao Yan as his heir and named him the prince.
In Prince Qing's mansion, Concubine Han complained to King Qing unwillingly: "My concubine has already said that your majesty has a different relationship with the prince. If you ask your majesty, it is better to pass Sheng'er to your majesty. You are better off. I don’t think so. Look at it, look at it, it’s taking advantage of him now.”
King Qing frowned, and reprimanded: "Why is he not him, he is also my son!"
Seemingly seeing Prince Qing's displeasure, Concubine Han hurriedly put on a cowardly look of apologizing for caution, and said, "This concubine is also unscrupulous for a while, and I hope my cousin will not be angry. This concubine is not displeased for Your Highness." Is it worth it, the eldest son is the eldest son of our palace, Sheng'er has never dared and will not compete with the eldest son for this position. The concubine thought that if Cheng'er was adopted, both brothers would be settled, wouldn't it be beautiful, and would not lose this brother Friendship."
In fact, Concubine Han's thoughts were exactly what King Qing thought, so after receiving the imperial decree, he was not only displeased, but a little bit suffocated.
Why did Brother Huang give his eldest son to adopt without even asking him a single question
…
In the imperial study room, Emperor Jin'an, who was wearing a purple dragon robe, sat behind the dragon case.
He has a clear face, gray temples, and an aura of calm and majesty just like a natural born. But facing his nephew whom he admired, his long and narrow phoenix eyes were less cold and more warm.
"Actually, I didn't need to do this, but this move is beneficial to you, and it will prevent you from being restrained in the future."
"Nephew understands."
How could it be that Zhao Yan didn't understand that the adoption meant that he became the son of the emperor's uncle from now on, and if the emperor's uncle becomes popular in the future and he becomes the emperor, he would still respect the emperor's uncle as his father. But if he inherits the throne as Prince Qing's son, there will still be someone on his head who is not the Supreme Emperor but is undoubtedly the same as the Supreme Emperor.
You must know that Daqianchao pays attention to filial piety first.
Thinking about the matter in the mansion, Zhao Yan's eyes turned cold.
"You still call yourself a nephew?"
Zhao Yan hurriedly said, "I understand."
Emperor Jin'an nodded: "Okay, go down, the crown prince canonization ceremony will be held in two days."
After Zhao Yan saluted respectfully, he withdrew.
The hall became quiet. Emperor Jin'an closed his eyes and leaned back halfway on the dragon chair, rubbing the center of his brows with his fingers, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Why don't you go down and rest for a while?" Fu Cheng whispered beside him.
Emperor Jin'an didn't pay attention to him, he rubbed the space between his brows for a while, then didn't move any more, and fell asleep just like that.
Fucheng sighed and motioned for the little eunuch to bring a thin mattress and cover him gently.
For some reason, Emperor Jin An dreamed of that person again.
A man who has been dead for many years.
Obviously at the beginning, he just thought that she was a little caring, and it wasn't to the point where he was fascinated by it, but after she died, he knew that she was that person, and he just remembered it like that, and always remembered it.
Almost masochistic, he didn't really get to know this person until after she died.
He collected everything about her, had people retell everything about her, and knew everything about her from childhood to adulthood. Every time I go to recall, it seems to accompany her through a short life.
The old people around him thought that he had the deepest affection for her, but in fact, even he himself didn't know whether he had the deepest affection for her. He just regretted it. Every time he saw the prince's weak appearance, he would regret it once, and he couldn't help but wonder if if he had paid more attention to her back then, would she not have to die.
He can stay by his side all the time, and the prince will not be like this. He can be good and have a healthy body.
The mistake was so heavy that he spent his whole life regretting it.
He thought that when he came back from outside the mansion, she would still be waiting for him in that small courtyard as before. He even thought about it, even if she is the concubine of Jin, it doesn't matter, if he likes her, just keep her, it's not like he doesn't have the means to despise a woman.
But when he came back, he was gone.
Not under his negligence.
But who would have thought that there would be such an incident during the period, that it was her that night, it was her.
So what if you buried her with the damned person, if you don't have it, you can never come back.
…
Emperor Jin'an slept comfortably this time, no one knew that he had not slept so deeply and comfortably for many years.
These years, once he fell asleep, he would always have dreams, and the contents of the dreams were all kinds of strange, and without exception, he would feel exhausted after waking up.
But today he clearly knew that he was dreaming again, but he didn't feel that tired.
As his consciousness became clear, he felt that there was someone beside him, his eyes had not yet opened, and his face had turned cold.
Which palace lady is this again? Fucheng's courage is really getting bigger and bigger, he dared to send a woman to his dragon couch!
He opened his eyes, and at the same time he waved his palm over, but after seeing the opponent's face, he stopped on the opponent's smooth and tall white soft skin.
The man was lying on his side facing him, his cloud-like hair was scattered on the pillow, his skin was astonishingly white, and his delicate lips were even more delicate.
For some reason, he felt that this person looked familiar.
Just as she was thinking about it, she woke up, and before she opened her eyes, she snuggled up to her, and muttered, "How long has it been? Why are you thinking about it again? You can't get up if you don't make a fuss every morning, right?"
The voice was hoarse, soft and seductive.
As she got closer, the big palm that was attached to her head sank into it, but before he could react, she had already got into the bed. The aqua-blue Cloud Dian Jinxiu was supported by a big bag, and he was about to say something, when suddenly his body tensed into a stone with a shock.
In less than half a cup of tea, she got out of the quilt. Fu Rong's face was a little red, but her eyes were still closed. She turned her back and took out a beat from under the pillow, spit something on it, and stuffed it back under the pillow.
"Get up quickly, don't delay the morning."
As she said that, she fell asleep again, unaware that the people around her were already dumbstruck.
It took a long time for Emperor Jin'an to move his stiff neck and turn his head to look at her. It was the morning light, and with the faint light outside, her red lips glowed with a very delicious watery luster, which made her look even more charming and tempting to taste.
He sat up suddenly, and suddenly felt his face was very hot, and he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, so he turned over and got off the bed subconsciously.
Someone came in, put the curtain down and asked, "Your Majesty, are you going to wake up?"
He murmured inexplicably, and soon there were footsteps outside. He subconsciously looked at her on the couch behind him, and had the urge not to let others see, so he turned around and covered the curtain tightly.
A few young eunuchs came up to help him dress, but no one spoke from the beginning to the end, as if they were used to this situation and didn't want to disturb the sleeping people in the tent.
Until Fucheng came in front of him, he looked at the old man who had been with him almost all his life with horror in his eyes.
But different from before, Fucheng is much younger now, only in his early forties, not as old as he was in his previous life. He once said that he would be honored and raised, but unfortunately Fucheng refused, saying that he would serve him by his side for the rest of his life.
"Bring a mirror," he said for the first time since he woke up.
Although some people were surprised, someone soon came with a mirror.
It's a hand mirror, which looks like a woman's household. The back and handle of the mirror with cloisonné enamel and lotus patterns are not made of copper, but are inlaid with dioramas. According to the human body, the hair is fully visible, very clear.
The man in the mirror is in his prime, in his thirties at best, with a straight nose, and a pair of narrow red phoenix eyes that fly obliquely into the temples and long brows. At this moment, there is horror in those eyes.
This is obviously him when he was still young.
There are no gray temples, obviously he had gray hair very early. Also, there are no folds here either…
He looked at the man's eyebrows in the mirror, startled.
What happened to all this
"Your Majesty, it's too late."
Emperor Jin'an was shocked, and handed the mirror in his hand to the eunuch standing beside him.
"Let's go." With that said, he took the lead and went out as before.
Fucheng followed him and said: "Your Majesty, you haven't had breakfast yet. The empress has told you that you have to have breakfast in the morning, and you have to eat it. Even if you don't have enough time, you have to..."
Just as he was talking, a young eunuch hurried to catch up, and Fucheng took a small wooden square box from him. He opened it to Emperor Jin'an and said: "Your Majesty, would you like to eat some?" Seeing that Emperor Jin'an looked hesitant, he said again: "The queen empress specially prepared it for you."
As long as the empress is mentioned, His Majesty will definitely agree.
Sure enough, Emperor Jin'an stopped and picked up a meat bun from the box.
It's really a meat bun, and it's still hot.
"The empress made these with her own hands. They are all thin-skinned and juicy. The old servant has been lucky enough to taste them a few times, and he almost swallowed them with his tongue."
In fact, these were just flattering words that Fucheng used to say, and it was also to let Emperor Jin'an clear away his psychological barriers, so he quickly ate the meat buns. Don't look at the time when His Majesty was still in the Ministry of Industry, he could eat steamed buns while walking on the street, but he was not an emperor at that time after all, and his status is different now, so naturally he should pay attention to decency. And being a slave is to ask for all kinds of ladders to make the master look decent.
These words really worked, Emperor Jin'an picked up the bun and took a tentative bite.
The gravy inside was rich, and it flowed out along the gap. Emperor Jin'an was unprepared, and the gravy flowed down the corner of his mouth and up his chin.
With sharp eyes and quick hands, Fu Cheng hurriedly handed over a piece of handkerchief, and said with a smile: "The old slave is right, the empress's craftsmanship is really good."
With the effort of speaking, Emperor Jin'an quickly took the handkerchief and wiped off the gravy on his chin. Afterwards, he ate the buns bite by bite, during which time his footsteps never stopped.
In the early court, Emperor Jin'an did not speak, and did not leave ministers to continue the discussion after the court was over. However, the court has been calm recently, and there is no major event for him to take seriously.
After such a long time, Emperor Jin'an has figured out his current situation.
He seems to have come to a very strange place. This seems to be the world he is in, but it is not that world. He has become younger here, and Fucheng has also become younger, and there are too many differences between this world and his world.
Leaving aside the difference, the most important thing is that there is her here.
Although this face was very different from what he remembered, Emperor Jin'an still recognized it at a glance. Did Han Chuanzi's method of changing fate against the sky work, or—
Between thoughts, Emperor Jin'an had already arrived at Kunning Palace.
He didn't realize that his steps were so hasty that Fu Cheng could only trot along behind. The maids in front of the Kunning Palace only saw a bright yellow streak, and they had already entered before they had time to say hello.
Emperor Jin'an crashed in, because his movements were so abrupt that everyone sitting around the table looked up at him in surprise.
"I heard from them that your breakfast is useless. Are you hungry? Sit down quickly."
A cute little girl also said to him, "Father, come and eat."
Sitting next to the little girl was a little boy who was about the same age. Although she didn't speak, she looked at him with the same meaning.
Emperor Jin'an was stunned for a moment.