emperor

Being an emperor is always very busy, probably because there is nothing romantic about it, the sincerity is hard to find, but the fake is easy to get.

After listening to the ditty, the emperor must drive to the Yikun Palace to wake up the empress from her dream in the middle of the night. The empress sat on the bed and said to the emperor through the gauze: "Your Majesty came here late at night, why?".

Standing outside the gauze man, the emperor felt embarrassed. Later, he found that the queen was also neatly arranged when she was sleeping. He was surprised, so he asked: "How is Huiyue sleeping?".

Huiyue is the empress, who has been in charge of the central palace for more than ten years. Although she has never faced the emperor day and night, she is also well versed in his nature. She was taken aback when she heard the words, and then carefully said: "Your Majesty has something on your mind?".

On the veil, the silhouette of the emperor was as silent as a sculpture, so Huiyue got up with her clothes on, the lights faded, her vision was blurred at night, she tripped when she touched the emperor, the emperor stretched out his hand to help her, Huiyue tugged at the clothes His sleeves were cold, and he couldn't help frowning, but he didn't dare to say much, so he could only tighten his mouth.

The emperor said clearly: "It's all Ruyilang's fault, and those who are more serious don't look at me, so why don't they let me mess around."

Ruyi Lang: "...."

The queen has not seen the emperor for some time, but she has been a husband and wife with the emperor for more than ten years. She has been with the emperor since she was a teenager, and she has become a queen all the way from a princess. These years have been full of ups and downs, and she and the emperor have survived.

This man is resolute and decisive, and the only thing that can shake his mind is the peach blossom in Biyun Palace. Those people should never have destroyed that peach blossom tree.

She had never seen the emperor like that, crying worse than when his first prince died young.

At that time, the emperor was still very young. The county prince in his 20s was very happy to be a father. He was looking forward to the birth of the child sooner or later, but she was not lucky enough to keep the child. She also hurt her body and could no longer have children. .

The emperor kept those things in his heart, thinking about them, and forcibly helped her to become a concubine, and made her journey safely to be a queen. Until now, the emperor still remembered the anniversary of the child's death, fasted for him, and chanted scriptures for him.

Her child is a blessing, but a pity.

The emperor helped the queen to sit on the bed. She gently held the emperor's hand, and couldn't help persuading: "The concubine knows that your majesty is hurting, and if you have something on your mind, you must tell the concubine."

The emperor was silent, patted the queen's hand, put away the easy smile on his face, his calm face looked cold and lonely, looked at the light and smiled and said: "Huiyue knows me, but I don't understand, I'm sick These days, I think I am very sad, sad, when will I be the first? I can't stand it anymore, I can't win him. But then again, I am angry with those ministers, concubines, and even my son. Chaotang, for the sake of the great Wei world, I have done nothing wrong, and I am not guilty of killing those people."

The emperor paused and said, "I just can't bear it anymore. I have endured it for many years. Huiyue, tell me how many years it has been."

He seemed to have remembered something, and his hard outline became weak.

The empress stared at the emperor's side face silently, the lights were dim, she gently held the emperor's hand and got up, the emperor held her, groping slowly, and clenched her tightly.

The queen looked at the emperor's face carefully, and said softly: "13 years, my concubine and your majesty have been in this palace for 13 years, and your majesty has been waiting for him for 13 years."

The emperor smiled, his smile was more or less self-deprecating, and his eyebrows and eyes were also very beautiful, but if you look carefully, you will find tears in those eyes, but the queen can't see anything clearly in the dim light.

The emperor said: "13 years is indeed a long time, Huiyue, do you want to go out of the palace?"

The queen shook her head, with a gentle smile in her eyes, she stretched out her hand to smooth the folds on the emperor's clothes: "Your Majesty should go out for a walk. Your Majesty has been ill for so many days and stays in the palace all the time. He has lost weight."

The emperor thought for a while and nodded. He lowered his eyes with hope in his eyes: "Huiyue, wait for a while, and I will take you out of here. You have always wanted to see Ruan Qing's tomb, Damo, Saibei, I heard The wind is very strong over there, and there will be heavy snow that cannot be seen in the capital, I will take you to see it."

The empress paused, not daring to look up at the emperor's expression, nor did she dare to guess what the emperor meant. She just gently and considerately advised the emperor to sleep, turned her back, but couldn't help trembling.

Xie Yi and his wife were newly married, and they were supposed to take a three-day morning court break, but he was not at ease, so he still came to court.

After the meeting was over, the emperor summoned several old officials in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and the prince accompanied him. Since the early court, the prince had been with the emperor. The emperor often asked the prince first to find out his shortcomings, and then carefully taught him to analyze the strengths.

The emperor asked the prince to discuss with the courtiers, and he only raised a few points, allowing a group of old foxes to fight with the prince. The prince was sweating on his forehead at first, but gradually he calmed down to deal with it, and the emperor watched from the side.

When the discussion time is long, the imperial dining room will serve snacks and tea, so as not to starve all the veterans in the room.

Ruyilang brought the medicine according to the time. The emperor had not been in good health since he was ill, and his brows and eyes were a little sleepy. He picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp, as if he didn't feel the bitterness.

Xie Yi unconsciously stared at the emperor's movements, a little stupefied, but he calmed down for a moment, his eyes were still clear and clear, and there was no wave in the ancient well.

The matter of rebuilding the canal has been discussed for a year, and it should have been decided earlier, but the emperor was seriously ill for a long time, and it was delayed until now.

However, the prince was serious and wanted to ask for details, but the emperor smiled and said nothing, and asked Ruyi Lang to help him outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation to relax when he was tired of sitting.

It was still cold, and the emperor's cloak was stained with the fragrance of plum blossoms. He stood in the yard, looking at the snow on the plum branches in a trance.

Xie Yi walked out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation. There was a small garden outside the hall. He had planted two or three plum blossoms in the early years. He walked along the path, and the sound of his footsteps alarmed the emperor.

"Your Majesty." Xie Yi walked up to the emperor, and the emperor turned to look at him. He was still walking at a leisurely pace, and the thin snow creaked under his feet. Xie Yi followed behind the emperor, not too close or far away.

After the Biyun Palace case, the emperor seldom stayed alone with Xie Yi. He was undoubtedly a restrained emperor who could endure what ordinary people couldn't.

The emperor picked up a plum blossom and looked at it, and said: "This year's plum blossoms are not as blooming as in previous years."

Xie Yi laughed and said: "Your Majesty, do you remember what the plum blossoms looked like in previous years?"

The distance between the two was neither too far nor too close, the emperor turned around and fixed his eyes on Xie Yi.

He has an emperor's inscrutable expression, with dark and deep emotions condensed in his eyes, and he seems to be thinking about things that have nothing to do with romance.

Xie Yi didn't change his expression, he couldn't help but clenched his fingers tightly in his sleeves, unable to guess what the emperor was thinking.

But the serious and cold expression only appeared for a while, the emperor quickly smiled, and said: "I am in the palace, sometimes I have many things to do, and sometimes I have nothing to do. Plum blossoms, you know how many flowers it blooms on a branch, this year's plum blossoms are not as many as last year."

Xie Yi said: "Your Majesty is in a good mood."

The emperor couldn't help coughing a few times, his complexion was pale, and he was still feeling weak and thin even though he was wrapped in a heavy cloak. He seemed to be thinking about something, Xie Yi went to help him, but the emperor sideways avoided him and leaned on a plum tree.

He said, "Ming Chen doesn't need to help me."

The emperor hadn't called Xie Yi's name for a long time. Ever since he gave up persecuting Xie Yi, he buried all the words he wanted to say in his heart, frozen layer by layer, and then gave the key to Xie Yi, sticking to it. The line on the duty of a monarch and a minister, I hope when Xie Yi will come over, when will he open it and read it carefully.

The emperor holds the power in his hands, but as the emperor, he bears more responsibilities. The people of the world count on him, princes and ministers count on him, and the clan and relatives count on him.

After so many years of hope and hope, monarchs and ministers are no more than monarchs and ministers, and the emperor is still the emperor. I can't say who disappointed whom. It's just that no one has come for a long time. I feel ridiculous when I look at myself. look like.

The emperor simply didn't wait any longer, didn't need to count the plum blossoms of this year, just let it go, the stones tied to his heart fell to the ground in one heart, smashing that point of obsession to pieces.

After the sound of pain, it was nothing.