"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
Emperor Jin'an opened his eyes, and it was Fu Cheng standing in front of him—
Fucheng's hair was gray, his face was wrinkled, and his back was a little bent.
He smiled wryly in his heart, and he really came back.
"Mr. Chen Ge is begging to see you, but His Majesty wants to see you?"
Emperor Jin'an rubbed his brows, took a sip of tea from the side.
The tea was still warm, as if he had never left, as if all that was just a dream of his. But Emperor Jin'an knew that it was not a dream, her body temperature still lingered in his palm, and his nostalgia lingered.
He put down the teacup, and the top-quality Dingyao white-glazed teacup struck the red sandalwood dragon table, making a pleasant and crisp sound, but it was much heavier than before.
"Xuan."
After discussing with several ministers, it was past noon.
No one told him whether to have lunch or not, and everyone seemed to be used to his regular meals, only Fu Cheng occasionally nagging worriedly. But Fucheng is old, and his memory is not as good as before. What he said on his front foot, he forgets on his back foot. Sometimes he can say one thing many times, but sometimes he always forgets to say what should be said.
The hall was very quiet, except for the ticking of the western clock in the Xinuang Pavilion, which inexplicably made my heart restless.
Emperor Jin'an was looking at Zhezi, and then looked at the gate of the palace. Fu Cheng had seen His Majesty look at it several times, and he thought it was His Majesty who used his eyes for a long time to rest his eyes. Suddenly, Emperor Jin'an stood up without warning. It wasn't until he walked out of the palace gate that Fu Cheng reacted and followed.
The Qianqing Palace is not far from the Hall of Mental Cultivation, just outside the Yuehua Gate. This place was originally set up as a palace for the emperor to rest temporarily. Later, because it was not used for a long time, it was changed to the building office in the palace, under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
It was noon, and there were still many eunuchs and craftsmen stranded in the building office. Everyone was joking and laughing, but suddenly Emperor Jin'an broke in.
With the plopping sound, everyone knelt down in fright, only a man in a bright yellow dragon robe stood in the middle, looking around blankly, as if he was looking for something.
It wasn't until this time that Emperor Jin'an realized clearly that he had actually returned.
There is no her in this world, and there are few children.
In the sound of "respectfully send off your majesty", he turned and stepped out of the palace gate.
"Your Majesty?" Fu Cheng asked suspiciously.
"Walking around."
Because Fucheng's legs and feet are not as good as before, Emperor Jin'an's pace has become very slow now. The two masters and servants walked forward along the road, and the blue sky was cut into pieces by countless high walls, and they felt a sense of oppression for no reason.
Some eunuchs were sweeping the blue brick floor, and when they saw Emperor Jin'an approaching, they all stood with their backs facing the wall. He didn't dare to turn his head until someone walked over, and saw that Daoming's yellow figure was as tall and straight as ever, with his hands behind his back, walking at a leisurely pace, and even the figure of the person beside him was familiar.
It's just that I don't know if it's because of the cloudy sky, but it looks a little lonely and bleak. The tandem figures gradually disappeared at the end of sight, leaving only the unchanging red walls and blue tiles.
The eunuch then lowered his head and continued sweeping the floor, laughing as if he was thinking too much.
"Your Majesty, why don't you go to the Imperial Garden?" Seeing that the Imperial Garden is just ahead, Fu Cheng suggested.
Emperor Jin'an paused: "Then go and have a look."
This imperial garden is always in spring all the year round, but Emperor Jin'an never came here a few times. Occasionally, a palace banquet was held in this garden, and he passed by in a hurry and never stayed. These years he has always been very busy and acted in a hurry, but if he really calmed down and thought about it, he didn't know what he was busy with.
country? Sheji? Prince? It seems that there is nothing but these.
Standing at the east gate of Qiongyuan, the imperial garden was within easy reach, but Emperor Jin'an suddenly lost interest and turned around.
Fucheng didn't ask Emperor Jin'an why he changed his mind, maybe in his heart Emperor Jin'an and strolling around the garden had nothing to do with each other.
Even if I go back to Qianqing Palace, there is nothing to do, I still just read the booklets, only the piles of booklets, and I can never finish reading them.
Seeing His Majesty sitting back in the dragon case, Fucheng sighed deeply. Many times he hoped that His Majesty could change, but he couldn't say how, and His Majesty would not listen to him.
I don't know how long it has passed, but Emperor Jin'an suddenly said: "Urge the Ministry of Rites to finish the matter of the crown prince canonization as soon as possible."
"yes."
With the oral order of Emperor Jin'an, the matter of canonization of the crown prince soon became a daily routine.
People from the Ministry of Rites come to Prince Qing's mansion every day, but they are not looking for King Qing, but for Prince Qing's son Zhao Yan.
No, he can no longer be called Prince Qing's son, but the prince, but the prince still lives in Prince Qing's mansion. These few days Zhao Yan didn't go anywhere, just stayed with Princess Qing in the mansion.
In fact, the so-called company is nothing more than morning and evening, three meals a day with company, and we all know that such days are only a few days away.
The Ministry of Rituals has delivered the prince's crown and clothes, and the date of the ceremony has also been set, which will be tomorrow.
For dinner, the mother and son share it together.
"After you enter the palace, be filial to your imperial uncle."
"My son knows."
After a pause, Zhao Yan hesitated to speak, but still asked, "Has mother ever regretted it?"
Princess Qing was taken aback for a moment, and her thoughts were in a trance.
Do you regret it
I regretted that I was too stubborn, too proud, never recognized the reality clearly, couldn't put myself in the right position, and gave up my husband to others. Obviously it could be another situation, but because of her willfulness and her strong will, everything is in a mess, the husband and wife are almost to the point of breaking up, and they even live in the same mansion for many years but never see each other again
Maybe I have regretted it before, but it is a pity that the lesson is too deep, and this regret has come too late and is irreparable, so that's it.
When Princess Qing raised her head, she found that Zhao Yan had left at some point.
Outside, the setting sun was setting, and the orange light came in from the window, dyeing the furniture in the house with a layer of red light.
She stood up, dressed in a plain robe, completely alone.
"princess-"
"It's time for evening class." She walked towards the small Buddha hall step by step.
Once the canonization ceremony is over, Zhao Yan will be a legitimate prince.
They all thought that His Majesty's adoption of a step-heir and establishment of a prince was to silence the mouths of the courtiers, and I'm afraid there was still hope for him to delegate power. But he never expected that Emperor Jin'an would take the prince with him the next day and teach him how to deal with the government.
When winter came, Emperor Jin'an fell ill.
This disease is like a mountain falling, and it is out of control. At first it was just a headache, and gradually I couldn't get out of the bed, and then I fell into a coma.
During this period, Emperor Jin'an also woke up twice, one time to tell the prince the secrets of the Zhao family that had been kept secret, and the other time to issue an edict to abolish the queen and leave a will.
The queen of the Xu family is still living in the Kunning Palace. She has been silent for so many years, thinking that this queen will always sit in the queen's position until she dies, but she never expected that Emperor Jin'an would actually be there. At this time, the imperial edict was issued.
In addition to the abolished imperial edict, there is also an imperial edict to posthumously confer the title of the former crown prince's own mother Su Yaoniang as the empress. At the same time, Emperor Jin'an also left a will. .
…
In the winter of the twenty-first year of Jin'an, the emperor died in Qianqing Palace at the age of forty-eight.
During his reign, he was diligent in governing and caring for the people, devoted himself to political affairs, and made good use of talents, creating a peaceful and prosperous world that was rarely seen in his career. Although it is inevitable that some people in the scholar community will criticize him for being of a bad background, being violent and easy to kill, but in the end, his merits outweigh his demerits.
The only regrettable thing is that Emperor Jin'an did not leave any heirs in his life, and the throne also belonged to his blood. And before his grand trip, he suddenly canonized a woman who had never been heard of before, which also attracted a lot of discussions from inside and outside the government.
There are even many folk rumors that Emperor Jin'an is a rare kind of infatuation. After the Queen Su died, she never got close to the woman next to her. There is also empathy for the prince. If he doesn't try his best to make people criticize him, he will let the sick prince sit firmly in the prince's position. He will be tainted by a tyrant for nothing, and even end up with no future.
Of course, rumors are rumors, and no one knows the details, but it does not prevent people from covering them with a beautiful layer of tulle. Even after many years, there are many fabrications in unofficial history, but who knows
The morning light is faint, and the sky is breaking.
The sky is still blue and the morning fog has not cleared, but Yaoniang has already risen.
She was woken up by the movement of the neighbor's house. The Chen family next door said that they had sold the house, and it seemed that they sold it for a high price. No matter what other people asked, the mother-in-law of the Chen family just didn't say anything. Her mother was still mumbling yesterday that the Chen family didn't even care about the affection of the neighbors. Who knew that the Chen family moved overnight, and it was a whole night of tossing.
Behind the West Wing where Xiao Yaoniang and sister Huiniang live is the Chen family, and the two families share the same wall, so if there is any movement over there, they can be heard from here. After arguing for most of the night, it was not very bright yet, and the next door was tossing again.
"Look at you squeamish, this movement is much better than last night, don't take advantage of sleeping for a while, when it's hot in the daytime, you can't sleep even if you want to sleep." Hui Niang on the other bed yawned to her sister road.
Yaoniang has already put on her clothes, and a girl of this age doesn't need to dress up, but Yaoniang has always liked her clothes and skirts to be neatly tidied up. She was born well, wearing ordinary clothes on her body, she is a virgin under the seat of Empress Guanyin, who would not like it when she goes out.
"Sister, you go to sleep, I'm going to help mother cook." She straightened her hair again, then opened the door and went out.
Mrs. Wu got up early and was busy in the kitchen. Xue Xiucai was going to sit in the restaurant, even if it was windy or rainy, so she made breakfast as early as possible.
"I know you girl can't fall asleep, so it's fine to get up, and you can go back to sleep after breakfast later."
Yaoniang went to wash her face, and when she was done, Wu called her: "Go buy some buns from the bun stall at the entrance of the alley. Mother forgot that there is no noodles at home. How about just eating rare ones."
She gave Yaoniang a few copper coins, and Xiaoyaoniang went out without delay.
When passing by the Chen's house next door, she took a look inside. The door of the Chen's house was half open, and a carriage was parked in front of it. Although Yaoniang is only seven years old, she is quite knowledgeable and knows that a carriage is something ordinary people can't afford.
How did such a rich family live in Yuqian'er Hutong? She was curious, but didn't think too much, and went to the entrance of the alley.
In the courtyard, Fu Cheng looked helplessly at his little master: "Your Highness sneaked out like this, His Majesty knows that Long Yan will be furious."
"Before I left, I left a letter for my father," said the young man.
He looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, with long eyebrows like willows and a body like a jade tree, but his temperament was cold. He was wearing a bamboo green cotton robe, with a dark blue auspicious cloud wide-brimmed brocade belt around his waist, and a jade pendant hanging around his waist, and only a white jade hairpin was inserted into his black hair.
No matter how you look at it, the temperament of the whole body and the appearance of Juechen are incompatible with this small northern courtyard. However, this master came all the way from the capital city, and asked for this courtyard without saying anything. Not only did they spend a lot of money to buy it, but they even drove them away overnight. I came here early this morning, directing people to say that I want to stay here.
Fucheng was really helpless: "Your Highness, if you don't like the daughter of Duke Xu's family, let's talk to His Majesty, and you can change it. But before you are about to get married, you suddenly ran out of Beijing. What do you say about this?" …”
"Talk!"
The young man glanced at him, ignored him, and went into the house. When he came out again, he changed into another outfit, but even though he was wearing an ordinary blue shirt, he was still handsome and handsome, but not as eye-catching as before.
"You also go change your body, tell them that it is not appropriate to appear here and put them away." Naturally, they are the followers who went out of Beijing with him this time.
"yes."
Fucheng led a group of people to clean up, while the young man stepped out of the courtyard. After he came out, he realized that it was still too early, maybe she hadn't woken up yet.
Standing in the empty alley, looking at the closed door next door, the young man laughed and sighed in his heart. After living a lot of years, Meng Lang is like this! But who would have thought that he was obviously dead, and when he opened his eyes again, he would return to the time when he was a teenager before he got married. After finally confirming this matter, he left everything and ran to this small northern city.
He was impatient, he wanted to see her.
In this life, he will take good care of her to grow up so that she will not go through all those things again.
Without Xu Yanru, without those twists and turns, just him and her. As long as he thinks of these, his long-dried heart will throb.
The boy stood for a while, planning to go back first, when he turned his head, he saw a little girl walking towards here not far away.
The little girl hasn't grown tall yet, but she already looks like a little beauty. With a fair little face, a pair of big eyes, a bun in a bun, and a pink cloth shirt, she is indescribably cute and pretty.
It really looks like Xiao Si'er, so the boy recognized it at a glance.
It turned out that she looked like this when she was a child.
While thinking, the little girl had already come to him, looking curiously at the handsome young man who was more than two ends taller than her: "Who are you looking for?"
I am looking for you.