Within five years after Meng Qiqi's death, Nie Xuanlie was killed in the battle of Xiyi, Xie Yaohua committed suicide and hanged himself, and Xie Chongming died of illness. The battle for the throne between the second prince and the third prince gradually came to an end, and finally Sheng Jiayan took out the emperor's edict to announce the sixth prince's enthronement, and there was an uproar in the court and the public. But even the empress had no objection, but it was indeed the emperor's edict.
Among the second prince and the third prince, compared to the second prince's schadenfreude, the third prince was dumbfounded at the result. He couldn't believe that he was not the one who finally ascended the throne. Before his father died, he chose a weak and incompetent sixth brother? For this reason, he suspected that Sheng Jiayan and the queen had joined forces to tamper with the edict and raised troops into the palace, but were subdued by Sheng Jiayan, and immediately imprisoned for eternity and would not be released.
The second prince knew that his strength was not enough, and he could not be an emperor, thinking that he could get a prince to do it, but Sheng Jiayan not only failed him, but locked him up on the charge of 'conspiracy to usurp'.
Everyone sighed for a while, thinking that even if the second prince lost power, why couldn't the third prince Xie Yuan be the emperor? Was the old emperor's widow really the sixth prince? Whenever the ministers are suspicious, Sheng Jiayan's cold eyes that seem to be able to kill with ice will stare at you, so that the ministers have nothing good in the end.
What's more, the queen also spoke like this, and no one questioned it.
The sixth prince, Xie Yu, was sent to the throne of the emperor in this way.
After Xie Yu ascended the throne, he immediately raised Sheng Jiayan's real power one step higher. The Queen was honored as the Empress Dowager, and Concubine Yu, the biological mother of the sixth prince who had passed away, was posthumously named Empress Dowager Xiaoci.
When everything was settled, Sheng Jiayan became the most powerful marquis in the Chu Dynasty, with one person under ten thousand people, and occasionally even the emperor had to listen to his opinions.
Five years later, it is a good season for spring to bloom.
The emperor's birthday held a banquet, and the whole country rejoiced.
After Sheng Jiayan finished the banquet in the palace, he was about to return to the palace, but the maidservant of the empress dowager came out from the corner and blessed her body: "Marquis, the empress dowager has a request."
Sheng Jiayan's eyebrows moved slightly, signaling the maid to lead the way.
The Empress Dowager's Changle Palace was peaceful and quiet. The golden cranes held the Boshan stove, and the white sandalwood smoke wafted out. The window lattices with carved branches and branches sifted through the sunlight, reflecting on the Persian carpet with dark red brocade patterns. Layers of mottled floating shadows.
The empress dowager sat on the chair, stroking a purple jade Ruyi in a trance, and out of the corner of her eye caught the moving figures at the door, and when she turned around, she saw Sheng Jiayan coming in.
"Marquis Changxin," she said with a bit of a cry: "Where did you hide Yongning's body? You asked me to tamper with the edict, and I did. My daughter is already dead, how could she even Are you not willing to give me back the corpse?"
Sheng Jiayan raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes gleamed: "You just lost a daughter, but I lost my wife and children. How can this account be settled? Empress."
"Sheng Jiayan! Aren't you afraid of retribution! As long as the Ai family issues a decree now, you are a wolf child with ambition, what do you think the whole army will think of you?"
Sheng Jiayan was unmoved, and responded coldly: "If you want to do it, then it's up to you."
After all, he screened the cry of the empress dowager behind him, turned and left Changle Palace.
At the gate of the palace, the bodyguards surrounded him, lifted the curtain, and Sheng Jiayan bent into the carriage.
"Marquis," the guard said, "all the Sauvignon Blanc begonias you planted around the tomb of your wife are in full bloom, and they are very beautiful all over the mountains and plains."
Sheng Jiayan's lips were slightly pulled: "Get ready and see Mrs. tomorrow."
"Yes."
That night, Sheng Jiayan sat in front of the desk with a candle lit on the table, picked up the wolf and filled it with ink, and began to write:
"Qiqi, how have you been recently? Did you miss me? My husband misses you very much. You have tampered with your uncle's will. I wonder if you will blame me. Whichever one becomes the emperor is a threat to the Sheji, so I dared to tamper with the will. Don't be angry with me. When I die and go to the underworld, I will explain it to you in person. But I am a serious crime. , I can't see you anymore."
"Today, the queen called me to her palace again, and wanted Xie Yaohua's body. I had buried Xie Yaohua for her a long time ago, and she didn't stop asking me for a body. Do you want to help her husband open a museum for her to dig up the body? Although Xie Yaohua harmed you, it is already a corpse, so the husband will not embarrass a corpse, but the queen looks unbelievable, crying non-stop, as if I whipped the corpse three hundred times."
"The emperor was assassinated a while ago, and it turned out that I was stabbed and raised for a long time. During that time, there was no way to write to you. You didn't blame me? Eiqi, I think you think hard, when will you be able to enter your soul? In my dream, if you don’t say anything, even if you don’t laugh, just let me take a look at you, okay? I know you don’t like killing, and when the emperor’s power is stabilized, I will retire. I will build a house next to your tomb and guard you. The changes of the sun and the moon are also watching over you, okay?"
"My Qiqi, it's funny with you again. A few days ago, I went to the street to buy some dresses for you and burned it, but I was hit by a boy of about five years old. He looked at me timidly, as if he was afraid. Me. Do you know what I was thinking at the time? I was thinking, if our baby was born, it would be this old now. Maybe running around all over the place, you are playing around with him at home , I will be able to hold both of you mother and son in my arms when I come back from the court. Thinking of this, I am sincerely happy. "
"Writing this, I suddenly feel inappropriate. Wouldn't it be better to have a boy to rob you from my husband? Or a girl, I will love her and treat both of your mothers as treasures in my hands. I won't go to court anymore. I'll watch over you at home. I only want my wife and daughters for any society, country, or people."
"By the way, Qiqi, your third brother also got married a few years ago. You are married to the sister of the Minister of War, and the two of them are in love. He is very responsible, you don't have to worry, I will take care of him. In the past, when I went to see you in front of your tomb, your fourth sister Meng Yizhen had to go with her. Every time she went, she fainted from crying. Ming decided not to take her there, so she Bring a jar of wine to spend with you two."
"Qiqi, it's been five years, and you've left me for a full five years. During this period, not a single soul entered my dream, but every time I dreamed of your figure jumping off the city wall, you really left me. Do you blame me for coming late that day for not coming to see me? Nie Xuanlie died before me, did he already see you? You must not go with him, otherwise I will die and go to the eighteenth hell, Fight to the death with him."
"I wrote this first today. When I think of seeing you tomorrow, I can't help but feel joy. I hope you come, I'll wait for you."
Sheng Jiayan folded the letter, wrote the underworld underworld on the envelope, plus Meng Qiqi's name, and took it and burned it in front of Meng Qiqi's tablet.
Watching the flames devour his letter inch by inch, it eventually turned into a plume of ashes and white smoke. Sheng Jiayan put his hands away, put his clothes on and lay down on the bed to rest.
…
Underworld, by the bridge.
Meng Eqi was wearing a brocade dress and a Luo skirt, and she kept crying while cooking Meng Po soup with her waist up.
Tears fell in the pot, and the ghosts who drank Mengpo soup all said, "Mengpo God, why is the soup so sad today?"
Meng Qiqi was silent, crying tears rained pear flowers.
Meng Jiang followed beside her, and she couldn't help crying when she saw this.
The God of Fortune came down from the court to explore the class of the God of Weeping, and saw the God of Wealth leaning on the pillar, looking helplessly at Meng Qiqi who was crying not far away.
"What's wrong with Madam Meng?" The God of Fortune handed the five-blessed balls he made to the God of Fortune.
Bad God took it, tsk tsk shook his head: "His Majesty Yan is too infatuated, too infatuated!"
After all, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and turned to lie on the shoulders of the God of Fortune: "Hey, I can't bear it anymore, why are there always lovers who are tortured."
The God of Fortune patted the back of the God of Fortune, and felt that his husband was really cute and honest: "Oh, it will be fine when His Majesty the King of Hell returns to the underworld. Maybe he will remember everything he did to Po Meng in the mortal world, and he will still be a little ignorant. What to do."
It's right to think about it, so I can only nod my head.
"Let's go, let's go," Fu Shen pulled him: "Let's go to the other side of the flower mountain to play!"
Shuishen wiped away his tears: "No, General Xuehe and I will take turns guarding Sister Meng, so that she doesn't want to go back to the world."
The God of Fortune was surprised: "Ah? But Madam Meng is gone."
Shen Shen turned back suddenly, and found that Meng Eqi, who was standing in front of the stall just now making soup, had disappeared, only Meng Jiang, who had collapsed on the ground and fainted.
The gods were silent for a while, and then rushed to Liao Yangdian like a madman: "It's not good! Sister Meng jumped into the well and pulled back to the world!"
…
Meng Qiqi took advantage of General Xuehe and the others not to pay attention, and turned into a wisp of soul and came to the world.
She drifted to her tomb, where Sheng Jiayan was already there.
He was already very drunk, hugging Meng Qiqi's tombstone in a low voice.
Meng Qiqi floated over, looked at Sheng Jiayan's familiar eyebrows, and wanted to reach out to touch him, but her hands passed through Sheng Jiayan's body.
Life and death are a boundary, which means that people are separated forever.
In a sense, she is already dead.
"Qiqi," Sheng Jiayan murmured: "Why didn't you come, aren't we okay? Didn't you receive the letter I burned to you?"
"I got it! I got it!" Meng Eqi shouted anxiously, but Sheng Jiayan couldn't hear him at all.
She looked around and found a pear blossom tree not far away. Meng Qiqi used all her strength to make the pear blossoms fall like snow.
Sheng Jiayan can always notice such a strange beauty!
However, Sheng Jiayan just glanced at it, and then continued to hold Meng Qiqi's tombstone and whisper.
Meng Eqi was in a hurry, walked over and kicked his tombstone.
As soon as she landed, Sheng Jiayan's figure slammed, he slowly raised his head, and his eyes, mixed with hazy drunkenness, suddenly burst into great joy.
"lush-"