After raising the emperor, he always wanted to marry me

In the 23rd year of Yongxi, the Mid-Autumn Festival in August.

The King spent the last Longevity Day of his life on his sickbed.Just two days ago, Ning Wang Gu You's eldest son was born, and his chubby smiling face resembled Gu You very much.Regardless of the illness, the king insisted on staying on the bed and inscribing it, and named the newborn baby Yuheng.

The two words Yuheng exhausted the king's last bit of energy. From that day on, the king's body was completely hopeless, and he was in a coma for seven or eight of the twelve hours a day.

Under the auspices of Empress Meng, the Department of Internal Affairs of the palace and the Ministry of Rites in the court are preparing in an orderly manner.

When the king was sober, he issued two orders.

The first decree was to dismiss all Taoist priests in Yuxuan Palace, and move the statues of the Patriarchs of the Three Qing Dynasties to Xianfu Temple, thirty miles away in the suburbs of Beijing, to enshrine.The king's body is so weak, although it is all the disaster of the golden elixir.But the king knew that his time was approaching, so he didn't want to lose the reputation of a tyrant when he was dying.

The second purpose is that after his burial, the tombs on both sides of his mausoleum should be rebuilt.The king did not explain the specific reason, but Gu Xiu guessed that the king hoped to be buried with his biological mother Yunyao and Queen Meng after his death.

It was like the last will.

On August [-]st, there was a heavy rain in central Beijing, enough to submerge the capital.

It was pouring like washing, and the wind was strong, from morning to dusk.

King Gu Hong was lying on the sickbed with his eyes closed, he didn't even have the strength to open them.

The old eunuch Cui Shang knelt beside his bed, put a Tang Pozi filled with hot water close to Gu Hong's brocade quilt, his eyes were also blackened.

"Cui Shang, don't let go, I have something to tell you." Gu Hongqiang opened his eyes and called someone in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, what orders do you have?" The old eunuch Cui Shang bowed his waist and leaned in front of the king, looking at his master who he had served for more than 40 years, he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart: "The old slave is here, please order."

"After I'm gone, you don't need to stay in the palace to serve." Gu Hong said, holding his chest and panting, pointing to a small pull-out wooden box on the shelf on the left side of the bed: "Go and get it." So, I have been with me for the rest of my life, and enjoy the happiness when I get old."

Hearing this, Cui Shang took the small wooden box off the shelf.Opening the lid of the box, there was a house signed by him inside, and the title deeds of four or five shops.It was given to him by the king, who had no children, to die in old age.

Cui Shang couldn't even say Xie En's words, and knelt by the couch and kowtowed with tears streaming down his face.Cui Shang has been by Gu Hong's side since he was a child. He watched how his master changed from an insignificant little prince to an emperor who looked down on the world.He doesn't know right or wrong in the political situation, he only knows that his master treats him well, so he will be loyal to him.Only a slave can do what he is today, and he is probably the only one in the world.

"Your Majesty, do you want this old slave to help you call His Royal Highness Zhan Wang and the others? You...you..." Cui Shang was heartbroken, but he still insisted on doing one last thing for the king.

"No need, I've explained everything I need to explain. It's raining so hard now, don't bother them. Tell them to come back when the rain stops tomorrow." Gu Hong coughed weakly twice: "Go...go Nan Xi call me over, when he comes, you go to sleep, nourish your energy, and you will suffer from it tomorrow."

Cui Shang received this edict, struggled on the ground for a long time before getting up, and dragged his whisk to pass the message outside.

After about a cup of tea, Mr. Nan Xi arrived with the paulownia guqin in his arms.

Today's Nan Xi is wearing white clothes without any variegated colors, no makeup is applied on her face, and she only uses the simplest wooden hairpin to tie a half bun on her head, most of her hair is scattered behind her back.

Nan Xi's face, which did not wear any makeup, could only be called delicate, and there was some heroism that a man should have between the clean eyebrows.The king looked at it for a long time before he realized that he was the favorite minister Nan Xi whom he had brought with him for ten years.

"Today...why did you come here like this?" Gu Hong's face was as pale as paper, reflecting Nan Xi's plain and miserable body, he looked extraordinarily bleak: "You also know that I'm leaving soon, right?"

"That's right, that's why I don't want to dress up anymore today." Nan Xi laid the guqin on the piano stand next to the king's bed, with an extremely indifferent expression.

"You... don't be sad... I will arrange a good place for you..." Gu Hong raised his hand, trying to grab Nan Xi's sleeve, but Nan Xi dodged it.

"Your Majesty is about to die, and this servant is very happy." Nan Xi's mouth curled up into a cruel arc: "After all, after waiting for so many years, I am naturally happy to see my enemy's dying condition."

"You..." Gu Hong raised his hand in mid-air, trembling unbelievably: "You...what did you say?"

"The servant said that the servant was very happy to see his enemy dying!" Nan Xi moved a stool casually and sat by the king's couch: "The servant has served His Majesty for so many years, Your Majesty, you don't even know who the servant is." do you know?"

"You..." Gu Hongqiang tried to get up with a lot of strength, because the force was too much, another stream of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth: "Cui Shang...Cui Shang..."

"Your Majesty, don't bark. Cui Weng has already gone to rest, you should save some energy." Nan Xi gently pressed the king's shoulder: "I won't do you any harm. I just want to take a good look at you. Finally talk to you."

"Who the hell are you?" Gu Hong grabbed the corner of the quilt, staring at Nan Xi's face closely: "Who the hell... are you?"

"Who is a slave? A slave is a person whose family was ruined by you." Nan Xi replied bluntly.

"What... what?"

"Your Majesty, do you still remember that at the end of Yongxi's second year, [-] frontier troops died of starvation due to lack of armaments in the northern border?" Nan Xi stood up, her tone was calm, as if she was eloquent: "The slave's father is one of the [-] frontier troops. The father's military salary is the only source of survival for the slave's family. Do you know how old the slave was when the slave's mother was beaten to death by those debt-collecting bullies? Do you know? How does it feel to know that a slave is a man but is forcibly smeared with makeup and sold into the Goulan Courtyard as a girl?"

Gu Hong's pupils dilated more and more, and he couldn't answer a word that was questioned by Nan Xi.

"Just to overthrow that so-called family of power ministers, you did not hesitate to lose the lives of [-] frontier soldiers. In your eyes, the lives of the frontier soldiers are not life, and the lives of the people are not life. We are all ants, without thinking, without Perception, it doesn't matter even if you die." Nan Xi looked at the king with a low eyebrow, and said sadly: "You are the monarch we rely on, you are the monarch we rely on!"

"I have spoiled you for ten years... Ronghua..." Gu Hong grabbed the corner of the quilt and strangled his neck vigorously: "The glory and wealth... I gave you... why do you still..."

"Your Majesty, don't you know why you spoil me?" Nan Xi smiled helplessly and said, "That's because a servant is just a beautiful gift. First, there is no background, and second, there will be no heirs. Love vanity. What you want is something that can make you happy anytime and anywhere. As for glory and wealth, you can only afford glory and wealth. So you like a slave who only wants glory and wealth, right? In the past, General Yunhui loved you to the bone, and I don’t see what will happen to her today. In your heart, you won’t keep someone who is nobler than yourself by your side, because you are a humble, cowardly wretch in your bones!”

Gu Hong wanted to say something, but as long as he opened his mouth, his chest would be in severe pain like an explosion.He has worked hard for a long time, he wants to exercise his power as a monarch, and punish this bitch who poked him sore spot on the spot.He is the monarch, he is the master of this country, he holds the power of life and death, no one in this world can disobey him.

Gu Hong grabbed the corner of the quilt and tried to get himself up from the sick bed, but the dull pain affecting his whole body finally made him give up struggling. Exhausted, he let go of the corner of the quilt, and closed his eyes helplessly. , the faint breath gradually became silent.

"Your Majesty, go to sleep. The servant will give you a last stroke."

Accompanied by Nan Xi's melodious piano sound, all the people and things Gu Hong met flashed before his eyes from his own memory.

From being ridiculed by his brothers when he was young, to meeting Yunyao when he was a teenager, to stepping on the battlefield, ascending the throne and proclaiming himself emperor, and submitting to the world.His life can be described as magnificent.Although there were regrets, pains, and more or less compulsions, he just made the choice an emperor should make, and did everything an emperor should do.

He always thought that he was a successful emperor, a great ruler, a monarch who blessed all the people.

Today was the last day of his life, and his favorite minister whom he had loved for ten years actually told him that he hated him for nearly 20 years.

Said that his role as a king has completely failed.

The merits and demerits of this life don't matter in a blink of an eye, and he will soon fall into the reincarnation of the next life.After crossing the Naihe Bridge, he will see Yunyao. Yunyao left him, and she still looked so young and bright when she left the Northern Wilderness.

Now that he is old and feeble, will Yun Yao still recognize him?Maybe when he goes underground, he will become like a boy again.

He and Meng Xuefu are the official husband and wife of the monarch and ministers, and they have the affection to have children.But in the deepest part of his heart, only Yunyao is still his wife.

He is in love with Yunyao.

From the deep love in youth to the hand in hand of young people, to the separation of love and separation, to the day-to-day thinking and night thinking.

Just now Nan Xi said that Yun Yao loved him to the bottom of her heart.That's right, he has never forgotten Yunyao.

Otherwise, how could he have been so taboo against the child Gu Xiu in those few years?The two of them only said one sentence from birth to death, and only one back view is still imprinted in their minds.

She said, "The concubine's surname is Yun."

At that moment, he chose the country, and she chose the home.

From husband and wife hand in hand, to run counter to each other.It only took one turn.

Well now, he could finally see her again.

At the last moment of Gu Hong's life, he did not see Yunyao who was thinking about day and night, nor the white light in the illusory world, nor did he believe in the immortal way to make him soar, only the gradually fading perception and gradually condensing blood.

King Gu Hong's eyelids fluttered in relief, and his lips were half-opened. If it weren't for the blood winding down from the corner of his mouth, he would have fallen asleep.

Nan Xi plucked the strings emotionally, because she didn't have finger guards, her split nails were cut by the strings, and the strings were stained with blood, her voice was like weeping.

At the end of the song, Nan Xi's fingertips were dripping with blood.

He got up and walked to the king's bedside, quietly sniffed the king's breath, and smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up: "The ten years of love, you have paid off the pain of my youth. Your majesty, you can rest in peace."

Nan Xi wiped away the dry and cold blood from the corner of Gu Hong's mouth, hugged the xylophone in her arms, and walked out of the inner room slowly.

"Cui Weng, Your Majesty is going down."

Nan Xi woke up Cui Shang who was sleeping lightly in the small side room outside, and immediately everyone in the palace got up.

Countless palace servants and servants rushed towards the palace where the king lived, some reported messages, some mourned, and some withdrew their tents and put them in vain.

Nan Xi calmly walked through the group of people.

The torrential rain outside the house was still falling, hitting people like a gentle whip.Holding the xylophone in her arms, Nan Xi walked the palace road that he had been walking for more than ten years.

His footsteps have never been so brisk.No heavy decoration, no heavy makeup, no fake fake smiles.

He has been trapped here for too long, and he is free after today.He is completely free.God favored him and let him speak out all the resentment and grievances that had been stuffed in his heart for 20 years at the last moment of the king's life.

It's worth it, everything is worth it.

That year, he suffered severe pain comparable to a cracked bone, which made his body soft and deceptive.Putting down all dignity and shame just to please the king who killed him all his life.

As for why the king wanted to see him at the last moment of his fate, it didn't matter anymore.

He carried the qin back to his delicate and elegant little room, which was full of furnishings that were favored by the king.

In the dark, he didn't light the lamp, he cut the strings without words, and smashed the xylophone to pieces again and again.

Finally, he stepped on those sharp broken logs, and a white silk fell down from the beam.

Standing on tiptoe, he watched the thunder and lightning outside the window, and said with a silly smile: "Father, Aunt, I'm home."

A thunderbolt shook the sky, the pieces of the Guqin scattered all over the ground, and Mr. Nan Xi's figure shook like a petal about to fall.

No one knows, no one asks.

Only he himself knew how relieved he was at the moment.

If there is another life, he will have to be a man again.