After a while of silence in the hall, the Queen Mother Jiang glanced at Jiang Heng holding the book in his hand and asked, "Is this?"
"Dai Guo... Send a letter." Jiang Heng felt that he was telling Geng Shu and others that this marriage should be best waited for.
Everyone's attention was drawn to the book, and Jiang Heng said, "I haven't read it yet."
"Keep it." Empress Dowager Jiang said, "Ji Ling, Ju Miao."
Geng Shu agreed, and Empress Dowager Jiang said, "You two take Prince Taki to the army, meet the commanders, and accept their consolation."
Jue Ling knew that her mother had something to say to Jiang Heng, so she didn't insist, and said to Prince Taki, "Let's go."
Prince Taki had no doubts. After all, Jiang Heng's identity is also the family of his grandmother, so he nodded to Jiang Heng, Jiang Heng said, "There are still many things to do tomorrow morning, you have to go back to the East Palace."
Geng Shu glanced at Jiang Heng, Jiang Heng indicated that it was okay, and the three of them resigned.
Everyone went and went, and now only the Queen Mother Jiang, Jiang Heng, and the dying Juicong were left in the hall.
Empress Dowager Jiang sat quietly in front of the couch, watching Jiang Heng. Jiang Heng had a lot of thoughts in his heart, and he looked into his grandmother's eyes, and when he saw the first day he was in front of her, it seemed familiar.
"Guang, Kang'er, let me hug you..." Empress Dowager Jiang choked and finally couldn't say any more.
Jiang Heng walked forward trembling, and was suddenly pulled into her arms by the Queen Mother Jiang, Jiang Heng finally burst into tears.
Empress Dowager Jiang washed her face with tears. She had the same scent as Mrs. Zhao, peach blossoms, which smelled like brocade robes.
"It's too difficult for you, my heart..." Empress Dowager Jiang hugged Jiang Heng and burst into tears, "Langer, Qinger, Zhaoer... Mother, I'm sorry for you, mother for a lifetime, it's even a mistake. I haven't done it, how could it be like this... God, why do you want to treat me like this... "
Nineteen years ago, Empress Dowager Jiang was already dead. The pain of losing a child over the years was finally unbearable at this moment. She hugged Jiang Heng and cried bitterly.
When Jiang Heng saw the voice of the Empress Dowager Jiang, he couldn't help but cry like a knife. He still doesn't know the grief of the parents who lost their children in the world, and Mrs. Zhao's departure, so he felt the same.
What's more, she loved two sons, one killed the other, and now the murderer will also die in front of her. As the mother of Juicang, how did she spend these many years
"Grandmother Wang..." Jiang Heng tried his best to calm down, the voice of the Queen Mother Jiang was like a broken string and a violin was destroyed, gold and iron were surrounded, and there were ominous signs, so he choked up and comforted him, "Grandma Wang, don't be too embarrassed...you There are still injuries..."
Empress Dowager Jiang closed her eyes and let go of Jiang Heng. Tears filled her eyes. After a long time, when she opened her eyes again, Jiang Heng realized that she was terribly old.
This was the first time that he was so close to the Queen Mother Jiang. In his eyes, the Queen Mother Jiang was still full of majesty even though she was almost old. On the way from Luo Yan to catch up, her hair turned completely white overnight, and she was full of wrinkles, and she couldn't hide it.
At this moment, in her eyes, she finally felt relieved, she held Jiang Heng's hand tightly, and looked at him in the hazy teary eyes, Jiang Heng knew, she was looking at another Man, she is missing her son, who she loves most.
"If your father knows that you have this talent," Empress Dowager Jiang suddenly burst into laughter, "he must like it very much, and he goes around boasting to people that he has a good child..."
Jiang Heng had never seen his biological father, and it was too unfamiliar to him. Seeing his grandmother say this, he couldn't help but feel sad, and he didn't dare to cry anymore, for fear that the empress dowager Jiang would mourn too much. , I had to try my best, not dare to say a word.
"If your grandfather is still here," the Queen Mother Jiang choked again, "you must also love you the most, grandson, you look the most like him... The first time I saw you, I thought you looked like your grandfather young. … They have never met before. They were born, and your grandfather is thirty years old, but I know that when I first met Prince Yong, his demeanor was like that carved out of a mold. General."
At this point, Jiang Heng finally understood.
"Grandma." Jiang Heng whispered.
"This is for you," Empress Dowager Jiang took out a letter, shivering. The letter was wrapped in oiled paper. She carried it with her all the way from Luoyan Front.
Empress Dowager Jiang supported her and wiped her tears. Jiang Heng was at a loss: "Where are you going?"
Empress Dowager Jiang didn't even look back at Juicong, and said, "Go back to Luoyan, I'm old, if you have a free day, come back to see me when the peach blossoms are blooming."
"Grandma Wang!" Jiang Heng chased after him, but Jie Gui was waiting outside the door, signaling that he didn't need to follow him anymore.
Finally, Empress Dowager Jiang seemed to want to go back, but she held back and said, "Give him an end, this is also his life."
Jiang Heng stopped, and Empress Dowager Jiang's robe fluttered in a gust of wind and left the main hall.
Jie Gui stood outside the door, motioning Jiang Heng to return.
Now in the hall, only Jiang Heng's juice Cong is left.
Jiang Heng put away the letter from Empress Dowager Jiang, turned around and looked at it for a while, the setting sun gradually slanted, and shone in the hall, the afterglow fell on Juicong's face, Juicong lay quietly, coughed violently after a while, Open your eyes.
His face had lost a lot of weight, his eyes were sunken, his complexion was as gray as a dead man, a bamboo stick was stuck in his throat, and there was a small pool of blood, which was already dry.
Jiang Heng returned to the bed and watched him quietly. The sun rises and sets, the tide ebbs and the tide rises. The light and the sea roll toward this place, dragging countless days of grievances and grievances into the depths of the water.
"Uncle." Jiang Heng said.
Juicong coughed violently, trembling all over, looking at Jiang Heng with unparalleled hatred in his eyes.
He still lost in the end, all the things he valued in this life were destroyed at this moment, and even his own destiny was also controlled by others, and he was terrified and tortured for countless nights. His nightmare became reality at this moment.
These days, he has had many dreams on and off, dreaming of Geng Yuan, dreaming of Juicang, dreaming of their father, and even dreaming that he was able to meet his grandfather at a very young age and take up the post of Yong. king.
He dreamed of the snow on the Peach Blossoms and Juqing Mountain in Yongguo, and the first time he rode a horse. Geng Yuan put his hands on his hands, let him step on his palms, and turned on his horse.
He dreamed that he had a fever when he was young, and his elder brother stayed by his couch all night, comparing medical books and anxiously doing acupuncture for him to dredge his arteries.
"The Star Wants To Retire"
Little time, brother loves me very much... Juicong is a little strange, why would he want to poison his brother to death? No one knew, not even he himself. Maybe it's because he is too dazzling, everyone is him, whether it is Geng Yuan, Jie Gui, and the great nobles of Wei, Lu Ji, and Yong Kingdom, all of them admire him.
He made everyone feel like a spring breeze, and their parents loved him the most.
The elder brother treats him with love, like a hand strangling his throat, making Juicong breathless. From childhood to adulthood, he had a hard time looking forward to his elder brother's shoulders. Even if the king's family and ministers were happy, Juicong would never be forgotten. It's just that his younger brother is like a foil.
Even his son, now in front of his brother's son, has never been the object of public attention... He is Juicang, Geng Yuan... The three of them are very similar. Heng Geng Shu.
And the moment Jiang Heng arrived by the couch, Juicong once again remembered the year he was seven years old... The fever persisted, and Juicang sat quietly by the couch.
He opened his mouth, his vision blurred.
Jiang Heng looked at him and knew that Juicong had already endured this torture, and he just wanted to die quickly.
Jiang Heng recognized Juicong's silent mouth shape.
He was saying - "brother".
In my memory, Juicang gradually overlapped with Jiang Heng, Juicong's brother, his sister-in-law, Geng Yuan, Jie Gui... Countless people's shadows flashed like a revolving lantern.
"You and I have grievances and grievances," Jiang Heng said in a low voice, "Today is clear. All living beings have one death. If the emperor is like this, let's go."
Next, Jiang Heng grabbed the bamboo stick around the throat of the juice Cong and pulled it out.
There was no blood spurting, no violent struggle, the blood clot in the juice Cong's throat blocked his trachea, making his last breath unsustainable, his face turned blue, and he used his last strength in both hands, He lifted up hard, clutching his throat.
Immediately afterwards, his eyes widened, like a hanged man, he wanted to breathe, but he couldn't struggle. He couldn't stop kicking his legs, his face turned white, and his face turned blue again, until his face became indigo, his facial features were distorted, and he was extremely terrifying.
Jiang Heng held his hand, and at this last moment, maybe he could feel better.
In the end, Juicong slowly calmed down and dropped one hand.
The autumn wind blew through the other palace in Anyang, and thousands of snow-white curtains flew. Fifteen years ago, Geng Yuan played the piano here and took away Bi Jie, the king of Liang.
Fifteen years later, in the same place, King Yong finally died in a foreign country.
Destined to have a beginning and an end.
In the thirty-sixth year of Emperor Hui's reign, in autumn, King Yong Jue Cong died.
"———" In the palace, the death knell rang.
Prince Takumi Geng Shu was in front of the Wumen Gate, and he saw the former commanders to comfort the thousands of commanders. He was walking slowly back to the palace on the road, and he saw the sound of the bell at the same time, and lifted his head.
"I don't know why," Prince Taki said to Geng Shu. "He led his army to Zheng Guo, and I vaguely felt that this day would come."
Geng Shu didn't answer, and resumed his silence as always.
The grief in Prince Taki's eyes was uncontrollable, and Ju Cong's death broke his heart even more than hearing the bad news of Geng Shu and Jiang Heng at the beginning. The fate of Geng Shu was an accident, and the death of his father was like fate, making him powerless to stop it, just like witnessing his father, driving a crazy horse, and finally galloping into the abyss.
He couldn't hold it, couldn't shout, he could only watch it all happen.
Geng Shu wanted to comfort him a few words, but he didn't know how to speak. In the end, he said:
"When my father passed away, I am also very sad, all this will pass."
Prince Taki looked up at Geng Shu, Geng Shu thought for a while, and then said, "I think he did something wrong in recent years, just like you think he did something wrong, but he is still your father, I understand."
He rarely speaks his heart to the prince, but Jiang Heng is different. At this moment, maybe just as the queen mother said, he put down Jiang Heng for a while. Juicy Taki may have a fight. Worry, in his eyes, Prince Taki has become his real younger brother.
"I understand." Prince Taki said.
Geng Shu looked at Prince Taki and sighed softly.
He understands that Prince Taki is also very lonely, just like Jiang Heng. He used to have everything, but now he is truly alone. Maybe he is destined to embark on this path. .
For the first time, Prince Taki didn't wait for him. He climbed the steps by himself and climbed up the mountain along the mountain road. He walked up the road that Bijie, the king of Liang, climbed back to his bedroom many years ago.
Against the backdrop of the majestic mountains and rivers, the back figure looks like King Liang, especially small and lonely.