Chapter 58
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Shili Long Street, the whole country mourns in the Ji Dynasty.
Yan Cheng was dressed in white, and the emotion in those thin and cold eyes was indescribable.
It seems sad, and it seems to be happy for the liberation of the saint.
The emperor's funeral was very solemn, and the whole country mourned for three days. It wasn't until the coffin entered the emperor's mausoleum. That night, Yan Cheng took a carriage, walked to a paradise in the suburbs, and walked into a quiet forest. a tomb.
On a tomb, Gu Qinghuan and Xu Shenming were written.
On another tomb, Yan Xu and Lin Qinwan were written.
There is also a tomb with the names of Xu Qianqian and Yan Cheng written on it.
Yan Cheng placed the pear cake in front of Xu Qianqian's tombstone.
Yan Xu was buried today. The soil behind the tombstone was renovated. He looked back and looked up at the full moon in the sky. Sitting next to Xu Qianqian's tombstone, leaning against her tombstone, he said softly, "You guys are reunited, leave me here alone."
Yan Cheng was wearing a plain white robe, and his slender fingertips clung to the grave. A newly grown grass, the new grass was brought out of the soil, his Adam's apple rolled, and since Xu Qianqian left, he has changed in another way, everyone heard Yan Cheng, and they all shook it, and that's it The frightening prince, crying like a child in the middle of the night.
He held a piece of soil, put it in the palm of his hand, and leaned against Xu Qianqian's tombstone.
He whispered, "I miss you so much, when will you come and see me again?"
He knew that there would be no response, but he kept saying, "I wanted to accompany you earlier, but when I thought about it, he continued. Royal father, I can't bear it." Yan Cheng knew the pain of losing someone, and the departure of his mother and concubine made Shengyi's temples pale overnight, and he could no longer let him grow old and lose his son.
Watching Sheng Shang getting older, it was not until he left that Yan Cheng realized that his days of walking dead had finally come to an end.
It's not that he has no filial piety.
But he was fed up with this world. In the days when Xu Qianqian was away, he returned to the Suihe Hall every day and lived like a puppet.
Now, he can finally make a break from everything in his heart.
Yan Cheng touched Xu Qianqian's tombstone, as intimate as when he was rubbing Xu Qianqian's hair when he was a child, and whispered, "I'll accompany you when I'm done working for a while." The
weather slowly changed and intertwined. From sunset to day, and then from day to night, after a change of time.
Yan Cheng's figure is sitting in the Suihe Hall, looking at Xu Qianqian's portrait, I don't know how many years have passed.
It finally stopped at some point.
The temples, which had been white since Xu Qianqian left, have now slowly changed over time.
However, at the age of twenty-five or six, his black hair had already turned grey. Yan Cheng's young face was also a bit more vicissitudes.
The vigorous figure in the past was gradually overwhelmed by the thoughts of his beloved wife.
Wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and holding a cane, he slowly walked out of the Suihe Hall of the East Palace and walked to another courtyard of the palace, where a thirteen- or four-year-old man was reading a book. , and by the man's side was Gu Fanyuan, who had become a general.
Gu Fan saw Yan Cheng from afar, stepped forward and saluted respectfully, and said, "See the emperor."
Yan Cheng coughed, his fingertips could no longer exert any strength, but he still said: "I came to see the prince's homework, Let's see if he is lazy."
The thirteen- or fourteen-year-old man who had been reading books seriously heard this and said with a smile: "Father, my son is not lazy, you can rest assured."
Yan Cheng coughed and whispered. Good way.
Seeing this, Gu Fan stood up and said warmly, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, His Highness is very obedient, and the schoolwork has been completed on time in recent days. The master has said that His Highness is very smart.
" He kept shaking like he was sick, and then he said, "Fan Yuan, walk with me."
Gu Fanyuan should have guessed that Yan Cheng had something to say, so he followed Yan Cheng and left the hall.
In which year was the imperial palace of the Ji Dynasty of the past dynasties not laughing and laughing with concubines, it was very lively, but only when Yan Cheng came here, there was no one in the harem.
There is only one Xu Qianqian who was posthumously named Empress Yuanxi.
Gu Fanyuan gave a long exclamation, and then said: "Your Majesty, although His Highness is the orphan of His Highness, he is still very different from his father. "
Yan Cheng took a few deep breaths, and then said: "If it wasn't for the first empress, my imperial brother would not be a traitor. He is very similar to the first emperor in his bones, and he is a person who attaches great importance to feelings. If not, how could he be here? In the year that the previous emperor left, he deliberately died under my sword, and let me take good care of his son."
Yan Cheng's imperial brother, the son of the empress, was named Yanzhou.
Since Yan Cheng was a child, he was named a prince, left the capital, and went to the vassal. If it wasn't for the empress to force him to death, how could he have forced Yan Zhou to be repressed and helpless, pretending to raise troops to rebel, but in fact he entrusted the orphan to Yan Cheng.
Yan Cheng took the orphan under his knees and named him Yan Huaiming.
Compassion, pity.
He wants to be an emperor in the future, so Yan Cheng hopes that he will have a heart of compassion for the common people, remember and cherish it.
Gu Fanyuan lowered his eyes, looked at Yan Cheng's legs and feet, which were becoming more and more inconvenient, and said softly, "Your Majesty, why am I looking at it, your body seems to be getting more and more serious, but can you find an imperial doctor? "
Yan Cheng paused for a while, and there was a smile in his eyes. The poison he once thought was the most terrifying, is now a relief to him.
He shook his head and didn't answer, but said, "During this period of time, you and Xu Zhou have worked hard to teach and show compassion."
Xu Zhou was the second brother of the late Queen Yuan Xi.
Gu Fanyuan always felt that there was something in Yan Cheng's words, and when he watched his back gradually disappear and turned into a dot, he never imagined that this time would be the last meeting.
...
Yan Cheng returned to the Suihe Hall in the East Palace.
Su Wei hunched over, walked in, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, it's time to take the medicine."
Yan Cheng frowned slightly as he looked at the dark medicine on the table, and said, "No more, drink It's been so many years, but I haven't gotten better."
When Su Wei heard this, he didn't feel very motivated, knowing that Yan Cheng had completely given up, he knelt on the ground and said, "Your Majesty, just drink it, no matter what. If you don't drink, what happens, you let... how can you let the old slave live? You let the world live, and how can the crown prince bear it?"
Yan Cheng didn't know what happened today. , In the past, he did not drink medicine, but after hearing Su Wei's persuasion and hearing about the world, he would close his eyes and drink this bowl of soup to prolong his life. The world has given up a lot, and today, I want to fulfill myself."
After he finished speaking, his eyes turned to the portrait of Xu Qianqian hanging on the wall.
The person in the portrait is wearing a queen's clothes and a golden phoenix crown.
This is Xu Qianqian drawn by Yan Cheng based on the appearance in his memory. After looking at the portrait a few times, he sighed and stood up again with a cane. Tremblingly, he walked to the back kitchen of Suihe Hall. The place where Xu Qianqian made pastries when he was alive.
After he arrived in the back kitchen, he put the crutches aside, then moved one leg that could no longer move, skillfully beat an egg, and put down a handful of noodles in the scalding boiler. Under the sudden realization.
No wonder Yan Cheng is so strange today.
It turned out to be Xu Qianqian's birthday.
Su Wei looked at the bowl of noodles, endured the sourness of his nose, and whispered: "Emperor, the queen will definitely be very happy to know that, every year, you can eat the longevity noodles made by the emperor himself. Ankang, live a carefree life."
Yan Cheng took the chopsticks and said, "Su Wei..."
Su Wei replied.
Yan Cheng said: "Is there really an afterlife? You said that if there is an afterlife, would she still be willing to see me?"
Su Wei opened his mouth, and after a while, he still said what was in his heart, "Your Majesty, the queen will meet you in the sky. I know, if there is an afterlife, the Empress will definitely stay and fly with you, if there is an afterlife, the Emperor will not be poisoned, nor will he deliberately neglect the Empress, the Empress will know and understand your situation.”
Those who can’t say it If so, the queen will know.
She would know that Yan Cheng was on the verge of collapse every day after learning that he was poisoned on the second day after his big wedding.
She will know that he wants her well, wants her to disappoint him and let her go.
She would know that he didn't want her to experience the pain of losing a lover.
She would know how many times he suffered in those powerless nights, how many times he wanted to reveal his heart, but when the words came to his lips, they turned into endless sighs.
He would rather she hate him.
He didn't want her to worry and be afraid for him.
Compared with the fear of death and the erosion of poison, he was more afraid to see the pain, distress and sadness in her eyes.
Even though he knew that there was no previous life, one would die for a lifetime, but Su Wei's words made Yan Cheng very happy, and after saying a few words, it would be good, then he not only gave Xu Qianqian a bowl of noodles, but also gave himself a bowl of noodles. a bowl.
Longevity noodles, fried an egg, and a few green onions.
He held his face, sat in the hall, and finished his meal quietly.
After a while, he sat like this for a long time in the Suihe Palace.
The golden sun on the horizon has also turned into a warm yellow glow.
At sunset, the sun reached the bottom of his clothes, and when there was only a trace of light left, he ordered Su Wei to take out the imperial edict.
Then with trembling hands, he wrote down the last imperial edict of this life, and after putting it away, he looked at Su Wei, coughed, just a sentence, but it took several breaths of effort, and said: "Change clothes for me. , I want to go out."
After serving Yan Cheng for so many years, Su Wei somewhat guessed what Yan Cheng was going to do, he closed his eyes, and two lines of tears fell. I wanted to persuade, but I couldn't. After all, it was because of understanding that I knew how hard Yan Cheng had been in the past few years.
Being overweight and poisonous is one thing.
But more serious is heart disease.
He cried, turned around and took a white Chinese dress for Yan Cheng, and then said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, this is what you wore when you were the crown prince. The Queen Mother also said that you look good in this dress, tonight, Just..." Su Wei cried, and said, "I'll wear this to see the Empress tonight, she may... miss you very much."
Yan Cheng smiled and stretched out his hand to ask Su Wei to change his clothes. Then he said softly, "I'm gone, you have to serve the new emperor well, if you don't want to serve, I have set up a house for you in Kyoto, which is a supply for you over the years, what you want to do in the future is nothing. No one cares about you anymore."
Su Wei's teeth were chattering when he cried, and he clenched his teeth, unable to utter a word.
Twilight.
Yan Cheng came to Xu Qianqian's tomb, surrounded by the tombs of the first emperor and his mother-in-law, Xu's father and Xu's mother.
At this moment, the rays of light were scattered, and he put down the food box he was carrying, then took out a bowl of noodles from the food box and placed it in front of Xu Qianqian's grave, coughed and said weakly:
"I'm coming. Now, happy birthday, Mianmian."
There was a long dark light in his eyes.
The bowl of noodles was placed in front of the grave, he sat beside her, and a soft wind blew, he felt that she was sitting beside him and gently leaned her head on his shoulder, he smiled and closed his eyes.
This moment was the second half of his life, the greatest happiness.
He didn't say anything.
But that smile, but finished what was in his heart.
The high-spirited young man finally went to find his sweetheart.
Before he left completely, a gust of wind blew gently, and his thoughts began to become more and more blurred. Everything in the world was changing rapidly, and a white fog was in front of him. After a long time, he returned to that day—
ear There was the sound of suona, he was sitting on the horse, dressed in a red attire wantonly and unrestrained, on that normally indifferent face, upon closer inspection, there was an imperceptible smile in his eyes.
The moment he saw Xu Qianqian wearing a phoenix crown and robe.
His heart trembled fiercely.
Looked obsessed.
Qin Mian was laughing at him, "What does it feel like to be married to your sweetheart?"
Yan Cheng didn't answer, but he knew the feeling.
It was like the cheers of a general returning from a victory.
It's like having a feeling of conversion.
It's like having an armor, but also a weakness in an instant.
He was willing and willing, and he was happy and happy.
The unruly young man married his sweetheart.
"Worship heaven and earth."
Yan Cheng and Xu Qianqian faced the sky, knelt on the ground, and slowly lowered their heads.
The red hija slipped down as Xu Qianqian lowered her head, Yan Cheng quickly grabbed her hijab, and his slender fingertips lightly lifted her hija. In this gap, he looked sideways, She was looking at him, and there was a shy smile in those peach blossom eyes.
She laughed silently; "Your Highness, are you happy?"
Yan Cheng followed Silently: "Happy."
She was squeamish and continued silently: "Then you laugh, concubine and see."
Yan Cheng raised the corner of his mouth, Smile hard, but good-looking.
That was the most beautiful Yan Cheng that Xu Qianqian had ever seen.
Dressed in red like blood, in the middle of heaven and earth, she smiled softly at her.
No matter what happens tomorrow.
What is the future like.
At least this moment, there is a smile in their eyes, they are happy.
The author has something to say: The
first 30 red envelopes
are the ending of the previous life.