Nalan Hongye couldn't tell whether she was happy or sad, she stood alone, looking at the vast expanse of blue waves, and the silk flowers were like fog. In the far distance is the sound of wind music, silk and bamboo in Yile Hall. Under the frame of singing and dancing, there is a little bit of paleness covered by thick prosperity and splendor.
"Let's go to Qingzhi Palace."
In the evening, Xuan Mo left the palace. Aunt Yun led the maids to serve the meal that she had prepared long ago. Nalan Hongye didn't have a good appetite, so she just ate a few mouthfuls.
Suddenly, there were hurried footsteps coming from outside the door. The person seemed to be running, panting and yelling, "Your Highness! Your Highness is not well!"
"What happened?" Nalan Hongye frowned.
Aunt Yun hurriedly went out to inquire, but before she could open her mouth, the eunuch had already run in, with tears all over her face, plopped on the ground, and cried loudly: "Your Highness, it's not good! Playing on the roof of the Le Palace, I accidentally fell down!" The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the palace a layer of blood, and the palace was heavily guarded, with patrols and checkpoints everywhere, and the gates of the palace were all closed, and no one was allowed to come in and out At that time, most of the important officials in the court had arrived, and they knelt down on the ground in black. Those drooping heads lifted up one after another when she came in, with different gazes, mixed with the cold sunset outside the hall, awe, fear, suspicion, disdain, anger, forbearance, everything, everything was there for a quick glance leaked out, and then returned to calm, once again lowered his head.
Nalan Hongye was wearing a dark purple gold and silver moiré satin shirt, with large and complicated roses embroidered on her delicate and elegant stand collar, making her slender and white neck more apparent, and her face extremely dignified. She walked step by step on the Moji Hall, surrounded by the cold and chilling air. King Jinjiang stood at the forefront of his courtiers. Seeing her, he hurried forward two steps, but was pushed by a young man in a dark blue python robe and nearly fell down.
Xuan Mo's eyes were anxious, ignoring the angry eyes of King Jinjiang behind him, he rushed forward a few steps, but hesitated to speak.
"How is your majesty?" Nalan Hongye said in a deep voice, her expression was very calm, without any signs of weakness or fluctuations.
With probing gazes from all directions, there was a hint of disappointment. Xuan Mo shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "The imperial doctor said that there is no way to recover, princess, you go in and have a look."
In an instant, the heart that had been hanging all the way suddenly fell, but it was a pity that it didn't fall in the distance. Every pair of eyes looked at her with sharp thorns. Nalan Hongye suddenly remembered many years ago, the night her father passed away, it was still the Moji Hall, she still had the eyes of court clothes, and the slanting rain. Slowly inhaling, then swallowing, swallowing, swallowing all emotions one by one in the already painful rationality.
She slowly walked over the crowd, the maids on both sides opened the curtains, and she walked into the resplendent and resplendent bedroom alone.
The golden light stung her eyes, and she pressed her lips together as she walked through the heavy curtains. It was so hot in the temple that it was suffocating. Her younger brother was lying on the large dragon bed, his face was pale, but his eyes were surprisingly bright. His lips were dry and cracked, and his head was covered with bright red blood.
The sockets of her eyes were so hot suddenly, but Nalan Hongye stopped abruptly, she was full of unpredictable eyes in all directions, her hand trembled slightly, she wanted to reach out, but she didn't know where to touch, so she could only call him softly. , "Yu'er?"
When the emperor heard the voice, he turned his head slowly. When he saw her for the first time, he was actually cowering and scared, with such a hoarse voice, but he was still trying to explain: "Sister Huang, I... I haven't written it yet." over… "
His eyes were hot, and he almost burst into tears. Nalan Hongye sat on the edge of the bed, put his hand on his shoulder, and said softly, "You don't need to write, and Miss Huang will never punish you again."
"Really?" The young emperor's eyes suddenly glowed with a strong brilliance, and he asked happily, like a healthy and disease-free person, "Really, Miss Huang?"
Suddenly recalling the moment her father passed away many years ago, Nalan Hongye's heart felt icy cold, she pursed her lips and nodded, "Well, Miss Huang means what she says."
"That's great!" The emperor lay back on his back, staring blankly at the curtains on the top of the bed, layer upon layer, embroidered with golden dragons, with ferocious dragon claws, like a man-eating monster.
"That's great, then I can... can..." He didn't say what he could after all. The emperor's eyes were strange, and it seemed that he had never had such piercing eyes in his life.
He straightened his neck in a daze, his face was flushed with excitement, he grabbed Nalan Hongye's hand vigorously, trying to say something, but as if his throat was stuck by a fishbone, he could only make a broken breath, and he couldn't say anything. I can't speak.
The imperial physicians rushed forward immediately, and the crowd was swaying in front of them. The little eunuch who had been with the emperor since childhood cried and knelt on the ground, shouting loudly: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"
"What does the emperor want to say?" Nalan Hongye suddenly turned her head, her eyes were slightly red, and said to the little eunuch, "Do you know?"
"Princess..." The little eunuch knelt on the ground, seemed to be frightened, and cried in a sad voice, "The emperor climbed to the top of the Yile Palace, saying that he wanted to see what it looked like outside the palace. The emperor said that he had never gone out before." , Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."
Sadness overflowed from my chest, like icy snow, flooding my whole body. The imperial doctors were in a panic, Nalan Hongyu's face was flushed, and she was still repeating hoarsely, "Yes... yes..."
Nalan Hongye grabbed the emperor's hand, "Yu'er, when you recover from illness, sister Huang will take you out of the palace!"
A trace of joy flashed across the emperor's eyes, he closed his mouth, and looked at his sister brightly, with clear eyes, like a child who hasn't grown up yet.
Suddenly, the hand holding Nalan Hongye's sleeve loosened, he stopped breathing, and his head fell heavily, making a dull sound.
"emperor!"
"Your Majesty!"
Huge wailing sounded immediately inside and outside the palace, and the continuous death knell rang through the entire palace. The last light of the setting sun disappeared, and the earth fell into darkness. The miserable white lanterns were hung up, and there were cries everywhere, but no one could tell how many of them were true and how many were false.
"The Holy Majesty has passed away—" the servant's thin and long voice sounded, Nalan Hongye stood outside the crowd, and in front of him was a large group of crying and crying old ministers. They were divided into different factions, clustered together in one place and let out a mournful cry. There were so many people, but she still felt that the hall was empty. The setting sun was setting and the white moon was rising, and the pale light shone on her thin back along the opened window, like cold snow, so cold and so biting.
The Song Emperor had a great funeral, and the whole country mourned. Marriage was not allowed for a month, and everyone wore plain clothes to pay homage to this rare and generous king. The cold wind blows the wormwood, and just as the war in the Northwest is about to start, the funeral of Huai Song State is approaching, and the military exercises that were assembled at the border to help Yanbei contain the Great Xia's forces were also forced to stop. In the country of Huai Song Dynasty, there was a gloomy cloud.
After Emperor Mingren left, Nalan Hongye read out the edict, and Nalan Heqing, the eldest son of the first emperor, ascended the throne and changed the year name to Mingde.
However, on the night of the emperor's death, Nalan Hongye became seriously ill. Years of hard work was like a sudden fire, which severely scorched her entire mind. The moment he stepped out of Mo Ji's Hall, sweet blood gushed up to his throat, almost gushing out in one gulp. She staggered slightly, and Aunt Yun hurried forward to hold her arm. Surprised officials were all around, she knew that she couldn't spit out this mouthful of blood, so she swallowed it hard, and pushed Aunt Yun's hand away calmly.
There is no one in Nalan's line. Now, apart from her sick mother, young sister, and nephew who is not yet one year old, she is the only one left. The majestic family tree of Nalan's family, vast expanse of land, once again fell on her shoulders alone. Therefore, she cannot fall, cannot be weak, and cannot even cry. If she falls, the foundation of the Nalan clan for thousands of years will collapse.
She straightened her back, read out the will in a measured manner, ordered the arrangements for the funeral, and stabilized her heart. Then she returned to her bedroom and sat quietly all night with the lamp on. Candle tears fell silently, her eyes gradually became hollow and cold, but no tears gushed out.
The emperor's funeral was entrusted to King An Ling and Xuan Mo and his son to supervise it. On the second day, guard officials from various places sent people to the capital to pay homage. Nalan Hongye sits in the central palace and takes care of everything. Although the emperor passed away, the crown prince was established early, and Princess Nalan, the pillar of the country, is still there, so no great changes have taken place.
On the second day, Nalan Hongye took people to Empress Cui's bedroom, intending to take the new emperor to the Taimiao, but before entering the bedroom, she saw a sharp knife rushing towards her.
With a sound of swish, Xuan Mo pulled out his sword, split the sharp blade, and stood in front of Nalan Hongye. The surrounding guards were all shocked, and someone shouted "there is an assassin".
Just as he was about to rush into the bedroom, he suddenly heard the queen's mournful voice, "I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"
Cui Wanru rushed out with disheveled hair, holding the child in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other, her eyes were red, and she shouted hoarsely: "You bitch! You killed the emperor, and now you want to kill my child! I kill you! I kill you!"
Nalan Hongye's face turned pale, but her lips were tightly pressed together. When Aunt Yun saw her, she hurriedly shouted, "Empress, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"I'm not talking nonsense! I know it all!" Cui Wanru sneered coldly, "You ambitious woman, you want to be emperor, so you killed the emperor, and now you want to kill my child, I won't let You got it!"
Nalan Hongye suddenly felt very tired, the sun was so dazzling, and she was full of angry curses everywhere, she turned around coldly, and said lightly: "The empress is inconvenient, she can no longer take care of the emperor, take him away. "
Xuan Mo respectfully replied: "Yes, what about the Queen?"
The emperor had just died, and the ruling and opposition parties were unstable. Cui Wanru's father was the current Taiwei. If she served as the empress dowager, the power of her relatives would rise immediately, not to mention Cui Taiwei was still the teacher of King Jinjiang...
"The empress understands the righteousness, and vows to go with the late emperor. Give her poisonous wine and white silk, and send her on her way!"
The sun was dazzling, but a large black cloud floated from the northwest, and the curses behind him became louder. Nalan Hongye raised her head and thought to herself, it must be raining. He worked hard to deal with the affairs of the previous court, and when he returned from the front hall, it was already late at night. Xuan Mo walked at the end, hesitated to speak several times, but finally sighed helplessly. Before leaving, he warned: "Death cannot be resurrected, the princess mourns, don't mourn and hurt your body."
Nalan Hongye nodded, and replied in a very businesslike manner: "King Xuan has worked hard."
Xuan Mo didn't answer, just looked at her quietly. Nalan Hongye raised her head, but she saw that his face was a bit sad and lonely, and he was no longer as young, cheerful and unruly as he was back then. The years have passed through them, and everyone has changed after all.