In the past, he was drunk with beauty, but he hated flowers blooming and falling; Sima Qingshan's old tears, because the wind blew the pipa.

The silent images passed by like a silent movie, and one by one came up from the depths of memory.

There is the joy of childhood, the caution of youth, the joy of young school, the peace of married life, the walking on thin ice after ascending the throne as the emperor, and the countless moments of praise from the monarch and the ministers.

At that time, the heavenly power of the Emperor Zhou was powerful in all directions! He is the son of heaven of the Great Zhou! Qi Zhongtang took the ministers to congratulate. Within the four seas, the monarchs of all nations bowed their heads.

In the picture of memory, there is also the happy time that Qingmei has accompanied him in the past year.

"Ahh

Ning Xi shouted in his heart, and the whole person seemed to suddenly surface from the deep water, his five senses recovered in an instant, and the sounds around him came like a tide. He opened his eyes weakly. The feeling of being dizzy is still there. The arm moved slightly.

The little eunuch who was guarding the side of the bed shouted excitedly: "Long live awake, long live awake." ”

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A crescent moon hung faintly in the sky. Daming Palace, the Palace of Nourishing the Heart. The shadows of the trees are mottled. The faint morning light drifted among the gardens and temples.

After three days, the news of the awakening of the Son of Heaven in Yongxing made the Daming Palace boil. The news passed quickly.

The imperial physician who was guarding outside the palace of nourishing the heart, the chief eunuch Yuan Qi and others were the first to enter the palace, and later, Queen Zhen, who lived in the small hall next door, brought the crown prince Ning Yan over.

Ning Xi tilted his head on the pillow, and the imperial doctor who took the pulse changed again. He asked weakly, "Companion, what time is it?" ”

The old eunuch Yuan Qi hunched his waist and choked up: "Long live Hui, it's already two moments of the eighth month of February (05:30). ”

Last winter, the Son of Heaven and the Qing Beauty enjoyed the snow in the Daming Palace, which caused a fever. The government and the opposition and the palace have many accusations against the green beauty. Bachelor Cai, Bachelor Ji and others in the south study all advised the Son of Heaven not to spoil the young beauties anymore.

And Queen Zhen even locked up Qingmei for a time, ready to die. Fortunately, the Son of Heaven recovered from a fever at that time.

On the New Year's Day, in order to prove that he was in good health, the Son of Heaven abandoned the responsibilities of the young beauty and participated in various sacrificial activities without his body fully recovering. After the Lantern Festival, he was so tired that he fell ill again. This time, the condition was repeated and severe.

The Son of Heaven is often unconscious, full of nonsense. It was three days since the Son of Heaven woke up again.

Ning Xi lost his mind slightly. He was in a coma for so long?

The palace lamps in the palace of nourishing the heart are lit like daylight. Empress Zhen Yi took her thirteen-year-old son, Prince Ning Yan, and waited on the side of the bed for the results of the imperial doctors. Her jade face was full of tears. The emotions in my heart are complicated and indescribable! Even though there were a thousand complaints, the man who fell ill and emaciated on the bed was her husband after all.

After the four imperial doctors took turns to check the pulse, they didn't dare to use medicine, but knelt down together, "Long live forgiveness!" ”

Feng Jin's tears beside Eunuch Yuan poured out all of a sudden, desperately restraining himself, not daring to cry. Why is it not cured? What a good person the Son of Heaven is!

"Alas...," Ning Xi let out a long sigh. He was somewhat mentally prepared. He had heard from his husband. Before dying, a person reminisces about his life. Sometimes, it may even be a second, and all the images in the memory will be turned out. Sometimes, the process can be quite long. Didn't he just dream about his whole life?

Ning Xi glanced at the imperial doctors who were kneeling on the ground and kowtowing, and said, "Get up!" I know that people have a destiny. I don't blame you guys. He said to Eunuch Yuan: "Go and invite the three gentlemen from the Military Aircraft Department, the three bachelors from the South Study, and Sister Xiao and Brother Cheng to come over." ”

Eunuch Yuan glanced at Empress Zhen.

Empress Zhen nodded tearfully, she couldn't believe it and had to accept the current facts, and said, "You go." The Son of Heaven has this palace here. ”

Eunuch Yuan left in a hurry with a few little eunuchs, with a sad look on his face.

Ning Xi saw his beautiful and elegant wife, and thought that he had snubbed her in the past few years. Guilty. The queen's temperament is like that of the eldest sister, and she controls him. He sometimes couldn't help but want to run away from her. His eyes fell on his eldest son again, and he beckoned with difficulty, "July, come!" ”

Ning Yan walked to the bed, held his father's cold, pale hand, and cried: "Father..."

Ning Xi's heart swelled with the feeling of licking the calf, and said softly: "Good boy, my father is not the emperor." The father will invite the gentleman to come to Beijing. You study hard with him. In the future, you will be a good emperor. ”

Empress Zhen couldn't help but interject, and persuaded with tears in her eyes: "Long live the prosperity of the Spring and Autumn Period, don't make such ominous words." "It's too unlucky, after all! Just because these doctors can't do it doesn't mean that they are really incurable. Perhaps, there is hope.

Ning Xi smiled bitterly, gasped, and said, "Princess, I know my own business." All these years, I'm sorry for you! ”

A "I'm sorry" made Queen Zhen's tears fall and she sobbed.

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Time is ticking. University scholars Zeng Jin, Xiao Pi, Yin Peng, Shaofu Ling Ning Xiao, Ning Cheng, Cai Yi, Ji Cheng, and Wei Yuanzhi rushed to the Daming Palace on the morning of the eighth day of February in the eleventh year of Yongxing.

In the government and the opposition, news spread.

At this time, the imperial court's public opinion Pravda remained silent. The health of the Son of Heaven cannot be reported when this kind of matter is inconclusive. Pravda's editor-in-chief, Xiao Mengzhen, controls public opinion. However, the newspapers did not say it, and it spread all over the streets.

The letter to Jia Huan also spread rapidly to Jiangnan. News is also reaching the northern and southern frontiers. From this point, we can see the mediocrity of the current ruling Zaisuke Zeng Jin. He is powerless to suppress the undercurrents of all sides.

Evening is slowly coming. Ning Xiao and Ning Cheng, sisters and brothers, as royal families, did not wait with the ministers in the Qinzheng Hall of the Xinuan Pavilion of the Heart Cultivation Palace. Instead, it is in the side hall next door to the Heart Cultivation Palace.

The golden-red sunset reflects the exquisite royal gardens. Ning Xiao, dressed in a light pink palace dress, sat in a chair and drank tea, contemplating. Looks stunning.

Ning Cheng was holding his hands behind his back and watching the sunset from the window. He sighed with emotion, "Alas..."Why did his good brother become so sick all of a sudden?

The results of the imperial doctor's diagnosis, they knew when they came in the morning. The general reason is that the Son of Heaven has suffered a serious physical deficit in the past two years and has not been recuperated. Last winter, I fell seriously ill again, and I hurt my roots. During the Spring Festival, various festivals, New Year's Day and other affairs are heavy, and he falls ill due to fatigue, and the wind and cold enter the body, and it is difficult to get rid of the scabies.

Ning Cheng didn't look back and said, "Sister, I heard that the queen blames you for not persuading the Son of Heaven not to get close to the young beauty. ”

The Son of Heaven favored the young beauty for about two years. It is estimated that Mr. Jia, who is far away in Jinling, knows it.

Ning Xiao sighed softly and said, "How can I persuade you?" "An adult emperor, who has been on the throne for more than 11 years, has seen the grand occasion of the coming dynasty from all over the world, where can he still be a child?

She and Jia Huan are both persuading the Son of Heaven to pay attention to exercise and maintain his body. Who would have thought that his illness would come in such a hurry?

When the sister and brother were talking, there was a movement in the Heart Cultivation Palace: The Son of Heaven woke up.

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At seven o'clock in the evening of the eighth day of the second month of the eleventh year of Yongxing, in the Yangxin Hall of Daming Palace, Queen Zhen, the crown prince, Ning Xiao, and important ministers were all in front of the palace. The atmosphere was somber and sad.

After the eleventh year of Yuji, the life of the Yongxing Son of Heaven is about to come to an end. For an emperor, eleven years on the throne is not a short time. For Ning Xi herself, it is an unusually pity. He is only thirty years old.

Ning Xi returned to the light, took the hand of the prince Ning Yan, put it in the hand of the scholar Zeng Jin, and said: "The sky is not a holiday, what can I do about it?" Mr. Wangzeng assists the prince and creates a prosperous era of the Great Zhou! Looking around, he walked past Queen Zhen's face, walked past Ning Xiao and Ning Cheng's faces, and nodded slightly to them. There is an indescribable sense of guilt. But at the end of his life, what good did he say?

Ning Xi's eyes slowly drifted. He had too much to tell. For example, he remembered the green beauty he wanted to protect. For example, he was unable to see his husband. He's sorry for Mr. all these years of cultivation, high hopes!

Does the gentleman blame him?

He's sorry for the Queen. Leave her alone. I'm sorry Prince. Is it appropriate to throw the world to the prince like this?

"Father!"

"Your Majesty!"

"Hooray!"

The ministers in the Heart Cultivation Hall all knelt down. Yongxing Tianzi died!

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When the Son of Heaven died, the bell was to ring in Beijing. The bell in the Wufeng Tower at the noon gate shall prevail. In the sound of this bell.

Hour Yongfang, Peng Fuzhong.

In the exquisite study window, Peng Shijun looked at the dark night sky, and whispered to Tao Tai, a henchman who came tonight: "You can do it!" ”