Married and Obedient to the Husband

Gao Li finally agreed to put Qi Lianyu's body in the coffin, but he was not allowed to bury him. The officials were puzzled, but no one dared to question his decision. In this crisis, no one dared to touch this bad luck.

Under Yan Mo's persuasion, Emperor Ye, who had been dismissing the imperial court and refused to be regent, finally walked to the main hall that day. The moment when the listless officials saw Emperor Ye sitting on the dragon chair, they immediately regained their spirits.

And the eunuch who followed Gao Li took out the imperial edict prepared in advance and began to read it.

As soon as the imperial edict came out, all the officials knelt down, waiting for the imperial edict to come.

"By God's fortune, the emperor's edict said that I have been in power for 14 years. I cannot let the people have no worries about food and clothing, and I cannot let the Jing Kingdom prosper. I am ashamed of all my ancestors. Now that I am exhausted and have no intention of political affairs, I issue an edict..."

The eunuch who read out the imperial decree seemed to be strangled by something, and suddenly became dumb, unable to speak.

Although the ministers lowered their heads, they all showed surprise on their faces, what was the final content.

Gao Li reprimanded with a calm face, "Read."

The eunuch trembled all over, and continued, "I hereby issue an edict to pass on the throne to Prince Shao, Long Qi Shao, and hope that all officials will be loyal and loyal from now on."

After the words were finished, the officials were all stunned for a moment, and after a few seconds of being stunned, they all cried and howled loudly.

"Your Majesty, think twice."

"Your Majesty, please withdraw the order."

"His Majesty……"

"I have made up my mind." The only answer to them was these four unswerving words, "I believe that if Prince Shao is willing, he will be a good emperor."

After all, he got up and left without looking back, leaving behind the ministers who were crying and howling one after another. Without his Yu'er in this world, what's the point of sitting.

Without Yu'er's life, what's the fun of living? It's not that he is weak or incompetent, but his life has already followed Yu'er's death.

Two days later, Emperor Ye, who had always been in good health, fell seriously ill and lay weak on the bed with a pale face.

And Prince Shao has been kneeling at the gate of his palace, begging him to take back the imperial order.

"Prince Shao came in." Waking up, Gao Li waved his hand and ordered the eunuch to summon him.

Soon after Long Qishao came, he was startled to see Gao Li who was so haggard, in only two days, a good person actually became so haggard, his eyes sunken deeply.

"Your Majesty, please take back the order." Long Qishao hurriedly knelt down while urging.

Gao Li waved his hand weakly, "Listen to me, Second Brother."

The sound of "Second Brother" was mixed with too much helplessness and sighing, Long Qishao's nose was sore, and his eyes were also red.

"I can't live without Yu'er. The most important thing in this world is to have a master. I believe in you."

"Nonsense, you're just suffering from a serious illness, and you'll be fine in a few days." Long Qishao's expression turned serious, and he didn't care about the differences between the monarch and his subjects, and scolded.

Gao Li smiled wryly, and pointed to his heart, "If the heart is dead, can the medicine stone still heal it?"

Hearing the sound, Long Qi Shao was completely stunned, unable to speak a word.

That night, Prince Shao talked in front of Emperor Ye's hospital bed for most of the night, no one knew what they were talking about, and all the maids, eunuchs and guards were dismissed.

Until it was almost dawn, Long Qishao stood up wiping his red eyes, and said very firmly, "Little brother, don't worry, with me, Long Qishao, I will guard the world for Hao'er. I swear, I will wait for Hao'er in the future." When my son can take care of the government by himself, he must return the government to him."

"Thank you."

Gao Li raised the corners of his lips, as if he was satisfied with the answer.

"Also, help me tell my elder brother, I don't blame him."

"Yeah." Long Qi Shao gave a heavy hum, and then punched Gao Li lightly on the shoulder, which seemed heavy, "Our Jing Kingdom royal family is full of affection."

After speaking, tears filled the eyes, and the nose was sore.

Turning around, Long Qishao didn't dare to stay in this room anymore, he left very hastily and decisively.

He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would not be able to help crying out, and walked out of the palace, where there was no one, Long Qishao raised his head to the sky and yelled, as if he wanted to vent all his depression.

Another three days later, another bad news came from Jingguo. Emperor Ye died of illness, and everything was just a snap of his fingers.

Just welcomed a grand wedding, followed by the news of Emperor Ye's death, Jingguo became busy, everyone's faces were very sad.

And Emperor Ye's last order was to bury him with the Northern Emperor, it didn't matter where he was buried, as long as he could be with the Northern Emperor.

Only then did everyone understand why Emperor Ye didn't allow the Northern Emperor's coffin to be buried. He was waiting for himself to lie in it together.

All the officials mourned, and the sound of bitter cries resounded throughout the palace, and the room was full of misery, endless desolation, unspeakable misery, human life is too bitter and helpless.

It is enough just to be able to win a person of one heart, to live and die together, to be able to lie together when dying, no matter how the world changes, the wind and the clouds, they will be together forever, will not be disturbed, will not be affected, love is stronger than gold, inseparable abandoned.

Life and death are in agreement with each other, and they talk with Zicheng.Hold hands and grow old together.Yu Kuo Xi, do not live Xi.Inquiring about it, I don't believe it.

Under the vastness of China, the world is changing, only the love remains unchanged.

Taking off the glaring red silk, and tied it with white silk cloth, Shanhe Wanli quickly took off the enchanting red clothes and put on a white filial cloth.

The world is vast, a piece of pale, a piece of continuous ups and downs.

The howling wind made it cooler throughout the autumn.

Hundreds of officials knelt in front of the coffin, weeping bitterly. Emperor Ye came to the throne at the age of 25, and nine out of thirty died of illness, but this short period of ten years has promoted the prosperity of the entire Dajing.

He is a generation of Mingjun, a generation of great emperors, broad-minded, discerning right from wrong, close ministers and loving people, Dajing prospered extremely under his leadership, and no other country can shake the limelight for a while.

During Emperor Ye's 14 years in power, he personally conquered Xifan and defeated the opponent in six years. Dajing has since ruled the roost in the Central Plains.

All the officials were crying, for this generation of Mingjun, maybe there will be no more in the future, weeping for such an affectionate emperor. Emperor Ye had a rough childhood and suffered all kinds of hardships, so he had to be alone.

The continuous crying, all the officials kneeling on the ground, this palace is full of mourning.

And at the end of this continuous ups and downs, where no one can see, there is a person dressed in black, standing in the shadow of the dark night, watching all this silently, with the hands hanging under the sleeves tightly clenched.

His shoulders were shaking all the time, all the time...

There was no strange flame on his face, his eyes were no longer evil, but full of desolation, his heart was bleeding.

He killed Mo'er's younger brother, his own younger brother, and he killed his relatives.

Regret, annoyance, despair, loneliness, self-blame, all negative emotions swept towards the storm in an instant, he was submerged in it, and he felt that he was going crazy.

The white filial cloth was even more dazzling than five years ago, and it made him palpitate and sad.

Silently covering the position of his heart, the blood in his mouth surged up again, staining the bluestone bricks under his feet.

No one saw him, no one felt his heartache.His heart was riddled with holes, his heart was tearing apart and could never be whole again, and his hands were bloody.

He forced his own younger brother to death. The child who smiled sweetly when he was young and called him brother by his arm is now lying in the coffin.

Looking at all this silently, silently.

In this year, Emperor Ye died of illness and was buried in the depths of the imperial mausoleum with the Northern Emperor. In this year, Long Qishao proclaimed himself emperor, and the only child left by Emperor Ye became the crown prince, who was adopted under his own name.

From now on, this child is his, his own son, he will regard him as his own, and he will guard the world for him until he can take charge of the government by himself.

At night, in the starry sky dotted with stars, a man in black broke into the depths of the imperial tomb, sat lonely in a newly built imperial tomb, held the wine jar in his hand, and drank heavily.

"I'm sorry." A low sigh, mixed with a lot of helplessness, he didn't mean it, but the tragedy has already been caused.

He took another sip of wine, the wine was very spicy, but he didn't notice it at all, and gulped it down with all his might.

In the ups and downs of his life, he has experienced the life and death of his relatives again and again. The previous time was passive, but this time he caused it himself.

The night was dark and dew heavy, jars of wine piled up beside him, the vast night was like his confused heart, the sky and the earth were big, and he didn't know what to do.

He would rather die than live, but he is reluctant to die, there are still people he misses in this world, and his Mo'er.

What should he do.

"I'm sorry." There was another soft sigh, and tears welled up from the corners of the eyes of the man in black.

And at this moment a gust of wind blew past, as if an invisible hand wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

In this newly built mausoleum, a gust of fresh wind blows over his face, blowing away his sadness, and the sound of the wind seems to be mixed with someone's whisper, "Tell brother, I don't blame him."

"I knew you would be here." Long Qishao appeared behind him with a sound of Huang Mang's body. This prince who had done nothing before, the person who was the least likely to become an emperor, has now become the emperor of Jingguo.

Silently patted Ye Wuchang's shoulder lightly, Long Qishao sighed, "My little brother said he doesn't blame you."

Time is fate, you can't blame others, without Impermanence, Qi Lianyu would die as well.

"But I blame myself and hate myself." Ye Wuchang smiled bitterly, "Tonight, accompany me to have a good drink, and little brother, the three of us have never been together like today."

The wine jar in his hand was thrown in front of Long Qishao, Long Qishao reached out to catch it, then opened the lid and laughed wildly, "Okay."

Ye Wuchang took a big gulp, then flipped his hands and poured the wine from the wine jar in front of the mausoleum, "Third brother, let's drink together, we won't go home until we're drunk."

Long Qishao raised the wine jar and responded together, "If you don't get drunk, you won't return."

The sound of the collision of wine jars resounded crisply, and the two men sat lonely in front of the mausoleum, drinking together, "There is also the Northern Emperor, let's come together."