I, the crown prince, resign [Transmigration Book]

On the eighth day of February, the atmosphere in the palace seemed very depressing. This day was the death day of the first empress. She was a taboo in this harem, and few people mentioned it in the past.

The former empress was the first wife of the emperor. She married the current emperor at the age of 13 and accompanied him for a long time. She has been diligently taking care of the backyard for him, which relieved his worries and the emperor respected him very much. After she ascended the throne, she was named the empress, the head of the six palaces, the emperor and the empress were in harmony, and the harp and the harp played harmoniously.

It's a pity that the queen's health was not good, and she died of dystocia when giving birth to Li Jinghuan.The emperor was deeply saddened, and directly appointed the newborn Li Jinghuan as the crown prince, and raised him personally under his knees. Since then, he will no longer be an empress. I will pass here, but I often pass with my head down and pass quickly, not daring to stop more.

Early this morning, Li Jinghuan felt a depressive atmosphere, and felt restless all day long, as if something was about to happen.

——Until dusk, the emperor, whom he had not seen for a long time, suddenly visited.

Everyone in the palace knew that every time the late empress died, the emperor would go to Jiangyun Palace to burn incense and chant sutras in memory of the late empress.It's just that today, the emperor actually came to find the prince first, which is a bit abnormal.After all, His Royal Highness was still young in the past, and the emperor was unwilling to let a child suffer the pain of losing his beloved with him.

In Yuqing Palace, all the eunuchs and court ladies lined up and knelt on the ground to welcome the emperor.

"You all go down, I want to have a few words with the prince alone." The emperor sat on the throne and sipped his tea lightly.

The palace people on the ground breathed a sigh of relief and filed out.After everyone had left, the emperor put down his teacup and took a deep look at Li Jinghuan, "Does Huan'er remember what day it is today?"

"I certainly remember it," Li Jinghuan bowed his head and said respectfully, "Today is the day of the mother's death."

The emperor sighed deeply, looked at the gate from afar, and said with a wry smile: "It's good for Huan'er to remember, and it's not in vain for your mother to do it for you..."

"Father..." Li Jinghuan looked up at him, hesitant to speak.

"What do you want to say?" The emperor glanced at him lightly and asked.

"Can I go and see my mother?" Li Jinghuan answered very quickly, as if he was waiting for the emperor to ask him. He was very curious about what kind of woman the emperor would miss all his life.

The emperor—was not surprised at all, as if he knew he would say this, the court was relatively busy these days, and he was already very sleepy at night, he closed his eyes and knit his brows and said: "It's been so many years, it's time to let You go and see."

After finishing speaking, he stood up and said, "Come with Father."

Under the cover of the night, Li Jinghuan cautiously followed behind the emperor, walking towards an unfamiliar direction.

The golden roof and red gate of Jiangyun Palace, glazed tile roof, and towering old trees around make people feel solemn.On the red lacquered gate hangs a golden nanmu plaque, with three big characters of "Jiangyun Palace" written on it.

—The crescent moon hangs in the sky, casting a hazy yellow light on the crimson palace wall.There is no one to clean it all year round, the yard is full of weeds, the air is filled with a faint smell of earth, and you can faintly see dust particles floating in the air.

In the center of the hall hangs a portrait, which depicts a woman in court dress, dignified, virtuous, gentle and generous, with a calm and peaceful smile on her face.

Li Jinghuan watched intently, and felt an indescribable intimacy with the woman in the portrait, a kind of intimacy connected by blood, as if this was really his mother.

It's just...he always felt that although the woman was smiling, her eyes were full of sadness. He recalled the fragmentary descriptions he had heard about this queen. Everyone said that the queen was a virtuous woman. Shude is tolerant and magnanimous, but Li Jinghuan has a complicated emotion when he hears it.

She is a queen, and she can only be a queen. She can't have herself, just like she is now, and he can only be a prince, not Li Jinghuan himself. This is something that is destined at birth.

The emperor stared deeply at the portrait, slowly lowered his body, and sat on the soft cushion on the ground, "Huan'er, do you know? I really miss your mother."

"Father..." Li Jinghuan wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know how to speak. He couldn't understand the emperor's emotions, and he didn't understand why the emperor, who was sitting on the world and surrounded by beauties, would only live for 23 years. The former queen is so missed.

"Your mother married me at the age of 13, ten years! She has been with me for ten years!"

Li Jinghuan couldn't understand that the emperor was over 40 years old now, and in terms of company, there were many concubines in the harem who had been with him for more than ten years.

"Huan'er, your mother left before she had time to see you. Since you are here today, go and greet your mother and let her take a good look at you."

Li Jinghuan walked in front of the portrait, knelt down with a plop, and respectfully kowtowed three times, "I will see my mother."

"My queen, have you seen it? Our son has grown up!" The emperor sighed in relief with tears in his eyes.

Li Jinghuan knelt silently, and at this moment, he suddenly understood that he is the prince and his father is the emperor, they are destined to be different from others, and it is precisely because of this difference that they will always be the only ones. Can be alone.

Identity is a wall that blocks emotions. He can only stand on the wall and look at the joys and sorrows of the world.

He doesn't complain, because complaining is useless, he can only accept it, and then bear it silently with his father...

As if time stood still, the emperor knelt on the ground and slowly closed his eyes. He was tired and exhausted.

After a while, he got up, sighed softly, his eyes were full of loneliness, "Huan'er, don't blame your father."

Li Jinghuan said slowly, "A son does not blame his father."

The so-called emperor is lonely.

After going back that night, Li Jinghuan didn't sleep, but stayed up all night to copy a Buddhist scripture.After these years of study, he has been able to write proficiently in thin and strong handwriting.

He has never believed in gods and Buddhas, but since he can travel through time, does that mean there are really miracles in this world?

When the emperor came to visit him occasionally, he heard a low voice of mourning from the room. The prince knelt on the futon with a sincere and pious expression.

This child lost a lot of weight again, and the emperor couldn't help clenching his fists.

"...In these years, I have made no achievements and wasted my time. Hearing my father's words, I am worried day and night..."

"I hope that the father, the emperor, and the dragon will be strong, and the mother's spirit in heaven will be in good health, the government and the public will be safe, and the people will be happy..."

The emperor listened intently outside the house, and the voice inside gradually became clear, "I hope brothers can love each other, be considerate of each other, respect brothers and sisters, have a happy marriage, and wish..."

Suddenly, a low female voice sounded again, "His Royal Highness, you pray every day. The gods and Buddhas in the sky can definitely feel this sincerity. Why bother to kneel for half an hour? How can your body bear it?" ah."

Then came a child's voice, "Second brother, stop reading, let's go out and play."

After a long silence, Li Jinghuan said in a low voice: "Although Gu's daily prayers are to pray for his mother, his father and his brothers, but Gu also knows that if he only wants to ask God and Buddha for help in everything, he sits on the spot and waits for the heavens." Gods and Buddhas will not help him if he loses his pie."

"Actually, in the final analysis, it's just for peace of mind. How can Gu not know that this is useless work, but I always have to do it myself, so that I can feel more at ease..."

"Eighth Brother, go and play by yourself first, Second Brother still has work to do, so I'll look for you later, okay?"

Fu Zhu's voice was sobbing, "Your Highness's heart cannot be bought with a thousand dollars, but your Highness must also take care of your body..."

"You have a sense of proportion, you don't need to say any more, bring the brazier over, and burn this Buddhist scripture after Gu's prayer."

"Your Highness, you worked so hard to copy this..."

"Isn't it just to burn it? Go ahead."

"Yes."

Soon, wisps of green smoke came out of the hall, mixed with the smell of burning paper...

The emperor stood outside the hall for a long time, but finally did not go in, sighed, and left.

That night, the emperor had a dream.

In that dream, he saw Queen Zhaoren, the mother of the crown prince, the woman who unfortunately died young, she smiled at him and disappeared.Then there was Concubine Zheng, lying on the bed with a haggard face, and closed her eyes not long after.Then he appeared on the battlefield, his first prince, covered in blood, still shouted Long Live Daxia, and then someone wiped his neck with a knife.

The emperor knew that this was a dream, and he wanted to wake up, but he couldn't do anything, he could only let the dream bring him from one place to another.Soon he returned to his bedroom, the prince knelt in front of his bed and said something, and he, uncontrollably furious, stepped forward and slapped him hard.

Soon, another scene changed. This place was very strange, and the emperor was sure that he had never been here before.

"Your Majesty, it's time for you to rest. You haven't closed your eyes for a few days. Take care of your dragon body!" An eunuch was anxiously saying something to the person holding the ink pen at the desk, but the person just stared at the case blankly. The memorial on the paper was written in a hurry without even raising his head.

Then, he heard the vicissitudes of the person before the case, "There are still many things that have not been dealt with. There is an urgent report from [-] miles from Jiangbei. Go to bed after you deal with it."

who is thisBesides him, who else is the emperor?

……

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty? Are you alright?" The little eunuch who was watching at night saw the emperor was sweating and waving his hands in the air uncontrollably, as if he was having a nightmare, so he hurried over to ask for instructions.

"You go down first!" The emperor woke up from his dream, sat up and couldn't regain his senses for a long time.

What did he dream about just now?By the way, he seems to have seen the prince's mother, Queen Zhaoren, and Concubine Zheng, what happened to them?

What else did you dream about?

The emperor thought about it for a while, but couldn't think of anything, so he had to give up.I feel funny in my heart that I am so obsessed with a false dream. When did I have the leisure to think about these things?Sure enough, I am getting older, and I no longer have the calmness of facing loss when I was young.

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