Yuezhaoyingan

In the sleeping hall of Jiaotai Hall, Emperor Cheng was sitting on a chair under the porch, looking up at the bright moonlight, he looked tired, and the moonlight shone on his face, making him even paler.He covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed twice, but when he let go, there was some blood on the handkerchief, but he didn't seem to care, he put it aside casually, then half-closed his eyes, listening quietly the wind.And on the table next to his hand, there was a scroll of bright yellow imperial edict.

Qingming came out from the bedroom, put down the things in his hand on the table, then unfolded the cloak on his arm, put it on him, and said softly: "Your Majesty, the night is heavy with dew, be careful of catching a cold."

Emperor Cheng nodded slightly, and pulled the cloak casually, but still did not open his eyes.

Qingming didn't care too much, and hurriedly started in the corridor. He took a small red clay stove from the dining room and put a barbed wire on it. There is also a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice cakes and soybean noodles in the jug of wine. In August, when the sweet-scented osmanthus is gradually fragrant, a burst of fragrance bursts out as soon as the lid is opened.

Emperor Cheng moved his nose slightly, opened his eyes, watched him busy up and down, and asked, "You still do this?"

Qingming smiled, and said with a light smile: "It's prepared by the dining room. Your Majesty doesn't have enough dinner. I think it's appropriate, so I brought it here on my own."

After speaking, he put some of the little glutinous rice cakes on the red-hot barbed wire. His movements were not fast, but he was very organized. He has always been such a person, and he can hide all his thoughts with lowered eyebrows and eyes. , looked up with absolute respect and sincerity.

After a while, the small glutinous rice cakes were baked, with a scorched aroma, with the fragrance of glutinous rice and sweet-scented osmanthus. Qingming put a piece on the plate, sprinkled with soybean noodles, it looked very attractive, and took out a wine glass, Topped up lightly.

Emperor Cheng took a sip, and there was a sweet and glutinous feeling in his dull mouth, and he felt that it was really good.

Seeing that he likes to eat, Qingming continued to turn over the remaining small glutinous rice cakes, his eyes skipping over the yellow scroll at the other end of the case, and when adding a piece of glutinous rice cakes for Emperor Cheng, he asked, "Your Majesty, is this a fixed order?" Make His Highness the Fifth Crown Prince?"

Emperor Cheng didn't raise his head, he gently bit off the glutinous rice cake, and said in a calm tone: "You have been with me for so long, you know so many things, and you have never said anything to my decision."

Qingming gently pushed the wine glass towards Emperor Cheng, smiled, and said, "Then allow me to overstep once."

Chengdi held the wine glass and tasted half of it shallowly. He felt that the aroma of the wine was clear, gentle and soft. He drank the remaining half of the glass, looked up at him again, and sighed: "Speak."

Qingming filled the wine glass and said with a smile: "Your Majesty's imperial edict will inevitably be divided into two factions in the court. After the Fifth Highness canonize the crown prince, it is orthodox, but now he is in the same position as the Third Highness. Deng Dabao, he will not be tolerated. The Third Highness now has the support of the majority of the court, and has the general as his reliance. The most important thing is that His Majesty has not and does not plan to take back the power of the Third Prince. I am afraid that if this continues, it will only make the brothers fight against each other. And His Royal Highness is not very likely to win."

Emperor Cheng drank another glass of wine and felt the aftertaste was sweet. He motioned Qingming to pour another glass. His dark eyes shone slightly, and he laughed softly: "Isn't this just treason? It's not justified, haha Ha ha."

Qingming also smiled, and filled up the jade-like cup in front of him again.

Emperor Cheng's skinny cheeks were full of stacked smiles, but there was a hint of etherealness in his tone: "He was arrogant all his life, but in the end he was not justified."

Then his eyes became blurred again, he closed his eyes, raised his head and drank the third glass of wine at hand, and at this moment, the originally mellow taste became bitter and pungent, which made Emperor Cheng frowned: "What's the name of this wine?" The taste has changed too much.

"Return to Your Majesty." Qingming stood under the moonlight and smiled slightly. Although he was smiling all the time, this smile was so real and yet so sad, "This wine is called Li Shang."

The death of Li, three cups heartbroken.

Emperor Cheng looked at Qingming, who was completely different from usual, and suddenly felt a cramping pain in his stomach. He pressed his fingers hard on the wine glass until it turned pale, and he was a little out of breath.

But he tried his best to suppress his trembling, maintaining the majesty of an emperor, and asked, "Why did you do this?" Qingming has been by his side for many years, saved him countless times, and has never wanted nothing.

Qingming said lightly, "Empress Ye never hated you."

The accumulated anger of Emperor Cheng froze in place, his eyelids trembling slightly: "What did you say?"

Qingming continued: "She never hated you, she only hated herself for being too arrogant at the time and not being able to pull you out of the abyss early. I promised her to protect you well."

This is the reason why he has been doing his best by Chengdi's side for decades, because he also made her a promise.

The anger dissipated on Emperor Cheng's face, and the pain was beyond words, not only the pain from the poison, but the pain in his heart might be a hundred times worse.

"But I've broken my promise, and I don't have the face to see Empress Ye again." Qingming looked at him quietly, and said softly, "He is Empress Ye and your child after all, so why bother to torture yourself like this? What about him?"

Chengdi looked at the person in front of him, his lips parted but he didn't speak.

He should be angry.But……

"That's fine" - this weird idea suddenly popped up in his mind, and he couldn't help laughing at himself.His eyesight had begun to loosen, he fell back on the large chair, looking at the increasingly blurred light in his vision, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and another vague thought in his mind became clearer and clearer—what about me?Will I still see her?

He let out an extremely short but relaxed laugh from the heart-wrenching pain, and finally condensed on his face, and gently lowered his head.

At dawn, the sound of galloping horseshoes broke the tranquility of Xingnai City, and the door of the Third Prince's Mansion was knocked loudly.

The butler rubbed his eyes and opened the door.

The visitor's tone was hurried, and when he saw Ling Yu, he immediately knelt down: "Your Highness, Your Majesty passed away in the palace last night!"

Zhao'an was stunned.

Ling Yu waited all night, never expecting this news, his face turned pale, he didn't know how to accept it: "How could this be..."

The visitor also felt that there were some things to say, and the immediate priority was to allow Ling Yu to enter the palace as soon as possible, but he hurriedly said: "Your Majesty has left a decree to enshrine His Highness as the crown prince. Please follow me into the palace as soon as possible to preside over the overall situation."

Accompanied by the first ray of morning light in the morning, the death knell uttered its first mournful neighing, which echoed in the empty place for a long time. over the city of Xingnai.

The Yuanhe Palace was full of mourning, and it was full of plain sight.

Footsteps came from far to near, stumbled, Ling Xu ran to the coffin with eyes full of red, panting heavily, looking at his third brother who was kneeling quietly on the ground.

On the table is the bright yellow scroll.

Panting heavily, Ling Xu rushed forward and read the imperial decree from beginning to end. After a while, he slumped quietly on the ground and covered his face lightly.

Chengdi's handwriting, Chengdi's seal, between the lines, even his whereabouts were planned for him, and he was exiled after all.

Ling Yu was dressed in filial piety, and didn't look at him, but just added paper money to the brazier, and said softly, "Send him on his last journey."

Ling Xu asked a little dullly: "Will you let me go?"

Ling Yu looked down: "I never thought of dealing with you."

"Then will you let my concubine mother go?"

Ling Yu was silent, and it took a long time before he said: "She stopped at Ning'an Palace."

Ling Xu was stunned, as if he didn't understand, and ran out in a panic after a while.