Reincarnation of the powerful minister

Su Yan was hugged tightly by the emperor, sniffing the imperial fragrance between the quilt pillow and the dragon robe, feeling very safe and secure.

After more than a year of wind, rain, frost and dust, and nearly a month of hard work, it seems that the magpies have finally found a tree to perch, and all the pain has been soothed in this embrace.

"My lord," he said in a low voice, "you take back the will, okay?

"Eunuch Lan has already gone to invite Mr. Ying Xu. As for Ah Zhui, since I haven't left the palace, he must not go far. Maybe he is hiding in a corner right now, waiting for me to go out and call."

The emperor patted Su Yan's back with his palm: "Go to the desk next to it, open the middle drawer, and take out a scroll of paintings inside. Then take a pen with ink on it."

Su Yan didn't care about his interruption, and continued: "Ah Zhui is now a master of martial arts, and Mr. Ying Xu is a master of surgery. Together, the two of you will definitely be able to cure the emperor's headache..."

The emperor sighed slightly, and switched to kneading: "Be good, or my head will hurt again."

Su Yan knew that this was an excuse, but he couldn't resist him, so he got up and took the scroll of painting as he said, and put it on the quilt.The ink pen is carefully clipped to the ear, for fear of staining the brocade quilt and clothes.

The emperor motioned for him to open it.Su Yan slowly unfolded the scroll, and saw a picture of "Lotus in the Wind after the Rain": a summer garden, lotus leaf pavilions swaying gently with the wind, dewdrops on the leaves flowing freely and comfortably, the green color is about to drip, and half of the leaves are swimming fish , looming in the water waves.

The whole painting uses both firmness and softness, and clean lines, which vividly outline the elegance and strength of the lotus leaf. Both the skill and artistic conception are incomparably exquisite. Su Yan can tell at a glance that this is the emperor's imperial brush.

"This picture of Fenghe was painted on the Dragon Boat Festival the year before last."

The Dragon Boat Festival the year before last...was after he had just entered the palace to serve as a horse launderer in the Bureau of Economics and Economics, and was implicated by the little yellow book of the East Palace, and was beaten by the imperial staff?

"At that time, I wanted to find a chance to give you this painting and half a poem, but I didn't know what kind of mood I was in, so I hid it again... This collection lasted for more than two years."

Su Yan looked at the two lines of verse written by the emperor with strong and rounded brushwork on the edge of the scroll:

Qinghe pities Jingbi, and the rain is unbearable.

He softly recited these two lines of poem, and laughed lowly: "I know why the emperor didn't dare to give it away, it's because I was afraid that I would misinterpret it at the time, and the adulterer will see adultery."

The emperor shook his head: "You didn't misunderstand. At that time, I was thinking about you, and I was confused and annoyed by it. I always laughed at myself and wanted to fill up the lotus pond in my heart. When I saw you, I couldn't help planting a few more. Branches, slowly planting more and more... During the days when I didn't recognize my heart, all kinds of chaotic emotions were beyond words."

"But I can't see it at all..." Su Yan looked at him, his eyes were moist and warm, "The emperor is always in my heart, calm and easy."

"But fortunately, we finally see the moon through the clouds. If we spend one night with you, we will win countless couples in the world." The emperor leaned forward, took off the pen tube Su Yan was holding on his ear, and handed it to him, "use this Take a pen, and finish the last two lines of the poem, okay?"

Su Yan was a little embarrassed: "My handwriting is far inferior to the emperor's, and my poems are written like oil..."

"'I will meet Du Fu after the banquet in Qionglin', I know." The emperor smiled slightly, "However, isn't there such a good sentence as 'the years are counting in the depths of falling flowers'?"

Su Yan blushed, she didn't know whether it was ashamed of the doggerel he wrote without knowing the depth when he just crossed, or ashamed of the love poem he wrote to Shen Qi being known by the emperor.

He murmured: "...I'm afraid that the dog's tail will continue to ruin this handed down work."

"Don't worry, if it is not handed down to the world, I will bring this painting into the imperial mausoleum."

"—the emperor!"

"Write it, ah, write it." The emperor coaxed patiently.

Su Yan picked up his pen and thought for a moment, but his writing was exhausted, and he looked at the emperor pitifully.

The emperor touched his face encouragingly.

Su Yan saw that the emperor seemed to have a tired and weak look on his face, and the fine lines between his brows furrowed in pain. He couldn't help but asked in shock, "What's wrong with the emperor...the head hurts again?"

The emperor forced a smile, and placed a smooth porcelain pillow under the drawing paper: "It's okay. I'll wait until you finish writing the next two sentences."

Su Yan moved his worried eyes to the drawing paper, and some words appeared in his mind, so he picked up the pen, and continued with the last two sentences in light and elegant calligraphy:

Unexpectedly, the lotus waits for the rain, which is the only period of the year.

The emperor stared at his white fingertips, and said in a low voice: "The green lotus pities the clean green jade, and the rain is unbearable. Did you know that the lotus waits for the rain, and there is only one time all year round."

——I take pity on the clear and green green lotus, fearing that it will not be able to withstand the invasion of the night rain.How do you know that the rainwater that the lotus leaves are looking forward to is just like this midsummer that is about to pass, there is only one period a year?

Su Yan threw the pen out of the corridor in front of the bed, pushed the picture scroll and porcelain pillow under the pedal, threw off the brocade quilt, kicked off his boots and got in.

"What do you say 'one night's neck-to-neck is better than countless couples in the world'! I want to show you how couples in the world are happy every night, every night, it's not like us, the only period of the year..." Su Yan Choking, tearing his belt and laces.

The emperor wanted to hug him, but was out of breath, and suddenly covered his mouth and nose with his palm.

"You don't need to move, I will move by myself!" Su Yan choked up, put his legs on the emperor's waist, leaned over to put his arms on both sides of his shoulders, and suddenly saw the dark red blood oozing from his fingers .

Su Yan gritted his teeth to hold back his crying, and gently opened the emperor's fingers: "It's okay, it's okay...I'll wipe it for you, just wipe it..."

He wiped the bright red gushing from the emperor's nasal cavity with the handkerchief that he carried with him, and was afraid of the blood pouring back, so he turned him sideways, wiped while blocking, and shed tears while wiping.

"I beg you, let Mr. Yingxu and Ah Zhui try it...you old man, what are you afraid of, what are you afraid of!"

The nosebleeds came rushing and stopped quickly.The veil was already soaked, the emperor took out the pillow towel and wiped his mouth and nose, and said in a low voice, "I am afraid that the person I will never see again is now in front of me, so there is nothing to be afraid of. There are no survivors after the surgery, so I don’t have to go against the sky, it’s better to leave a bit of the dignity of the emperor before my death.”

Su Yan couldn't bear it any longer, buried his face in the emperor's chest, tears wet his clothes: "Why...why!"

Why, what seemed like an angioneurotic headache at first, ended up getting so bad?From the emperor's current symptoms and Ah Zhui's description, he deduced the most unacceptable possibility - a brain tumor.

Temporary blindness due to tumor or congestion compressing the optic nerve.

Drowsiness and coma are also typical symptoms of brain tumors or even brain herniation.

He knew about brain herniation.In his previous life, when he accompanied his mentor Liu Rhodium to the hospital for a brain CT examination, he chatted with a waiting patient who was an optimistic brain tumor patient.

"Here I am, the innermost part in the middle, glioma." The patient nodded his head and made an exaggerated expression, "Do you know what is the most dangerous and troublesome thing about this thing? It's not a craniotomy." Surgery is not because the recurrence rate is extremely high, but it is complicated by brain herniation. What is brain herniation? It means...increased intracranial pressure. Stop, and then died suddenly. Maybe one moment I was eating and watching TV, and the next moment—boom!" He used his hands to make a movement of a cowhide band being stretched to the limit and breaking suddenly.

Su Yan shook his head vigorously.

The emperor rubbed the back of his head with his palm: "Don't cry. Life and death, day and night, the way of nature, even the emperor is no different from everyone."

"...You are only 38 this year! You haven't passed half your life, what kind of nonsense is this!" Su Yan cried and cursed, his hands tightly clutching the emperor's robe, "I don't care, I don't recognize it! Call Chen Lao and Ah Zhui in, tie you up, overwhelm you with medicine, and give you this operation!"

The emperor sighed for a long time, and when he was about to get away, he grabbed his sleeve: "Wait a minute, it's not too late...you go and tell the palace man to call the prince in. I have something urgent to say. Command him."

Seeing that the emperor let go, Su Yan agreed, so he tidied up his clothes, wiped his tears and walked out of the bedroom door, to give instructions to the palace servants.

After a while, Zhu Helin hurried over.Su Yan has already wiped away the tears, but his eyes and nose are red, obviously after crying.Zhu Helin felt uncomfortable, held his hand, and couldn't say words of comfort for a while.

Su Yan pulled him and walked to the dragon bed together, then bent down to pick up the picture scrolls, porcelain pillows and brushes that had fallen on the floor, and put them back one by one.

Zhu Helin knelt down with a "plop" outside the corridor in front of the bed, walked forward with his knees, climbed onto the step, held the emperor's hand on the edge of the bed, and called out tearfully, "Father!"

The emperor looked at his son, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, patted his shoulder, nodded and said: "Sunburned, grown up, shoulders are also strong... Can you carry the country and the country?"

Zhu Helin shook his head in panic: "Father, my son has not—"

Before finishing a sentence, the emperor showed a disappointed look and interrupted him severely: "I can't bear it, I have to bear it! I have sheltered you from the wind and rain for 17 years, do you still want to hide under my wings for the rest of your life?" Next? From the time you go to Nanjing to the time you come back from Nanjing, how many people have worked hard for you, how many people have traveled thousands of miles for you, how many people have escorted you... But if you say a word 'no', you will be sorry for those who paved the way for you with flesh and blood !"

Zhu Helin was stunned.Then, as if he had been greatly shocked, his eyes gradually became sharp and firm from panic and pain.

"My son... can!" He placed the emperor's palm on his forehead, and said in a deep voice like an oath, "I will do my best so that my father will not be ashamed."

Only then did the emperor's expression soften, and he rubbed the top of his head, just like he did when he was a child: "I'm 17 years old, I can comb my shawl hair up, and with a full bun, I'll look more mature."

Zhu Helin nodded vigorously.

"After your mother left, I gave birth to three more children with the concubine—two twin princesses and a prince. Have you always felt uncomfortable?"

Zhu Helin shook his head, hesitated, and then nodded slightly.

The emperor sighed silently: "I know, especially Zhao'er's birth made you feel resentful."

"My son is just afraid, afraid that I will be stubborn and impulsive, my old habits will die hard, and I will not meet the requirements of my father, and I am also afraid... that my second brother is too smart and cute, and will steal my father's heart... Later, my father treated me Gradually, I was worried that I would be hated by my father, and I was also worried—" Zhu Helin swallowed back the second half of Wan Nan's words, lowered his head in shame, and pressed his forehead against the edge of the bed, showing sincere repentance, "My son was wrong ! From the moment I heard the imperial edict in the Fengtian Palace, I knew that I was completely wrong...the father did not despise me..."

"It's not 'never', but 'never'." The emperor looked at the little golden crown on his head, which was given to him after he was 12 years old, after the pattern he drew by himself was handed over to the craftsman.He likes it from the bottom of his heart and calls it "the crown painted by his father". He often wears this crown and maintains it all the time.Now five years have passed, the body of the crown is a little too small compared to the head, but he still refuses to take it off—what a loving child, why did I always feel that he is not regular, likes the new and dislikes the old?

The emperor couldn't help laughing silently: "You were born full-term, but because of the wrinkled bubbles, you are much uglier than Zhaoer, but the first time I saw you, I was very happy, as if my heart was overthrown." A bowl of warm sweet soup. I said to your mother, "This is my prince of Daming. I will teach him well in the future and make him a prosperous Mingjun in the future."

"Your mother left early. I pity you for losing your mother. I spoiled you for 15 years. It wasn't until the storm came that I suddenly realized that I can't just treat you as a son. What you want to inherit is not only my blood, but also the country, the country, and the billions of dollars. Shengmin. The time I can protect you from the wind and rain is running out, so I have to start persecuting you, tempering you, and repeatedly tempering you with strict requirements, just for today—"

Zhu Helin raised his head to look at his father, his eyes were red, and there were tears in his eyes.At this moment, he completely understood the painstaking efforts of his father:

All the forbearance and staying still are just making troubles, and in the end, they will be caught in one fell swoop, so as to clear away all obstacles after his succession; and those neglected, suppressed, including exile, are also knowing that he is sick, in order to force him to grow up as soon as possible, The means adopted for him to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the community.

He suppressed the turbulent mood, and asked the last thorn in his heart: "Why did the father...name the second brother 'Zhao'?"

The word "Zhao" is like an expectation full of metaphors, revealing the political meaning of changing the course. It once poured the first basin of ice water on his proud heart, so that he was dragged out of the dust by the hands of the gods for several nights. Waking up from a nightmare.

The emperor was slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect the name to have such a profound impact on him—maybe all parents and children in the world are like this, no matter how close the relationship is, there are always some things that are completely different in understanding.

The emperor looked at the eldest son and said: "Because he is the grandson of the Wei family, the son born to a woman whom the Queen Mother insisted on fortressing. 'Sima Zhao's heart is known to all passers-by', naming the second prince 'Zhao' is a In order to be alert to yourself, don't forget the end of the power ministers who wronged the country."

Zhu Helin opened his eyes wide, and suddenly turned to look at Su Yan——

He remembered that on the day Zhu Hezhao was born, in the side hall of Longde Hall in Dongyuan, he went mad because he learned of the second prince's naming, and Qinghe used these words to cool him down.

At that time, Emperor Father didn't know much about Qinghe, so it was impossible for him to say what was in his heart so secretly, so it could only be...a coincidence of heart and soul?

Zhu Helin was not feeling well in his heart, but at this moment his personal affair was insignificant, and the jealousy had just sprouted before being crushed by the emperor's next sentence——

The emperor said indifferently: "I have never considered the second prince for the position of crown prince. He Lin, I believe in you, and you will definitely become a wise emperor in the future."

Burying his face in his father's quilt, Zhu Helin broke down in tears.

The emperor patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, everyone is crying like a child... Let the palace servants call in all the ministers who are waiting to stand outside the palace, I have one last thing to do." Announce."

Although his heart was hurt by the ominous words of "the last thing", the prince still carried out his father's will with tears in his eyes.

Several top figures in the court: the cabinet ministers, the six ministers, and the capital censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate.Of course, there is also a historian with a low official title but a special function——Liang Lang.A group of important officials knelt down in front of the emperor's dragon bed, with sad and dignified expressions.

The emperor had been awake for an exceptionally long time this time, and he was already mentally exhausted, but there was a strong spirit in his heart to support him, and he couldn't see weakness from the outside.

He told Lan Xi: "Get wine."

Lan Xi took out the jug to pour, but only poured one glass.

The emperor motioned him to put the wine glass on the floor in front of the ministers, and said, "In this jug, there is poisonous wine mixed with crane crest red. It cannot be saved if it enters the throat."

With a frightening word, all the officials looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering about the emperor's intentions.

——Could it be that one of them is to be given to death, so as to prevent the strong minister from overpowering the lord, which is not conducive to the centralization of power after the succession of the young heir?

The emperor turned a blind eye to the faces of the ministers, and continued: "As we all know, I believe in Su Qinghe, and think that he has both virtues and virtues, and is capable of governing the world. I also know that the crown prince has a good friendship with him when he was young, and the friendship is deep."

——In that case, it must not be Su Shilang... Could it be me?The ministers thought anxiously.

"When I was in power, I could let him display his ambitions. But when I'm not in power, will he be able to monopolize the power of the country because of his close friendship with the new king in the future, and even use his own power to influence the holy will?" The emperor Looking at Su Yan, he frowned and said, "Qinghe, it's not that I suspect you to be unfaithful. It's really important to the country. I can't leave you such a big hidden danger in the court handed over to the prince. What's more, I really hope that you Nengquan will accompany you... You can go ahead of me, there is a place for you next to my imperial tomb."

Zhu Helin was stunned, and cried out: "Father—what are you talking about!"

To be buried with the imperial mausoleum!For the deceased minister, this is the supreme treatment, representing the emperor's favor.But for the living ministers, it seems to be a dead end for glory... Living Lang Linghu raised his face in shock.

Later, his record of this event of giving wine has been handed down to later generations in the history of Danqing——

"The emperor was dying, and when he summoned his important ministers to ask him to leave alone, he gave Su Yan poisoned wine and ordered him to be buried in the imperial tomb. Yan did not change his face, and refused the prince and his ministers to plead, drank it generously, and kowtowed for the emperor's kindness. , the imperial doctor woke up from the acupuncture. Yan lay on the couch to die, without complaint, but with a gentle face, and the poison did not appear for a long time. The emperor said: "The state of chastity can be seen by all eyes; the heart of fisting, I can also see it." Moved. These loyal ministers and national scholars should continue to serve their heirs, and they will be buried with them after a hundred years.' Then he ordered the prince to worship him as his teacher, and asked him to treat him with respect as a teacher for life."

The ministers were speechless with emotion silently, and left the Hall of Mental Cultivation again with the emperor's entrustment and the important task of assisting the new lord.

Only Zhu Helin was angry and angry in the dormitory: "What teacher and student! I don't recognize it! Qinghe is clearly mine, his...classmate and playmate, how could he somehow become a teacher? Absurd! Besides! He is only three years older than me, why should he be my teacher!"

"Just follow my words. Whether you recognize him or not, he is your teacher." The emperor waved his hand and asked the palace servants to pull the jumping prince out of the palace. .”

The prince was thrown into a daze by the word "human relations". When he was dragged out, he even forgot to struggle.

Su Yan watched this scene speechlessly, until he and the emperor were the only ones left in the palace, then he let out a long breath: "The emperor...has a good intention."

"Are you unhappy?" asked the emperor.

Su Yan said: "As far as this matter is concerned, I can't say whether I'm happy or not, but I just think...the emperor doesn't need to take so much care, save some energy and effort, and face the next operation."

The emperor leaned back on the soft pillow, closed his eyes and said nothing.

Su Yan suspected that the emperor was angry, because his painstaking efforts were not recognized by him, so he complained instead.

He couldn't help feeling guilty, feeling that he didn't distinguish between serious and serious, and he was still playing with his temper at any time.After hesitating for two seconds, he decided not to lose his precious face for the time being, so he climbed onto the dragon bed and lay beside the emperor.

The emperor still closed his eyes and ignored him, but moved his body inward to make room for him to lie down more comfortably.

Su Yan laughed silently, hugged the emperor sideways, put his face on the other's chest, and listened to the sound of his heartbeat.The emperor's heartbeat was a little slower than normal, but it was still steady, and it beat like a sea wave.

"The emperor still blames his ministers for not being grateful? Don't be so stingy..." Su Yan's voice was like a whisper, with a coquettish ending unconsciously, "It's a big deal that your head will be shaved later, so I won't laugh at you."

The emperor took a deep breath and put his arms around his shoulders: "I'm not angry, I'm just tired, and I want to have a good sleep."

Su Yan suddenly became alert, looked up at him, and said solemnly: "Don't sleep! What if you fall asleep and can't wake up again? Just wait, I'll call someone right away!"

The emperor clasped his shoulders, not allowing him to move, and said in a low voice: "I'm really tired, let me lie down so quietly for a while, I want to hear you talking and singing..."

His voice became weaker and weaker, revealing a sense of fatigue and relief, as if the giant ao was about to be freed from the heavy responsibility of carrying the sky, and roam the East China Sea freely again.

Su Yan seemed to realize something, and suddenly became quiet, his whole body trembled slightly, and even his teeth shivered.

The emperor closed his eyes, and slowly stroked the back of his shoulder with the palm of his hand, his voice became weaker and weaker: "Speaking of which, I have heard you speak, recite poems, and beat drums, but I have never heard you sing... Can you sing me a song? ?”

Su Yan stuffed his fingers between his teeth, managed to stop the chills, and said in a trembling voice: "My lord... what song do you want to hear..."

"Anything is fine, as long as it is sung by you, even childhood songs are fine," said the emperor.

Su Yan was short of breath, and his eyes were blurred with mist, but the vibrato stopped. "Okay, just sing the songs from my childhood." He said, tears rolling down quietly from the corners of his eyes.

He hummed a small tune from his hometown in a low voice, using the local dialect of Fujian. The emperor couldn't understand the lyrics, but he still tried to concentrate and listen carefully.

After singing once, Su Yan changed to Mandarin and sang the second time.

Now, the emperor heard the lyrics.

He sang:

"Moonlight shines on the pond,

Riding a bamboo horse, crossing Hongtang,

The water in the Hongtang was too deep to cross, so the lady came to pick him up by boat.

Ask Lang Chang, ask Lang Short, ask Lang when he will return? "

The emperor hugged Su Yan tightly and let out an indescribable sigh.

Su Yan clutched his skirt tightly and sang the last line repeatedly: "Ask Lang Chang, ask Lang Short, ask Lang when he will return?"

The emperor murmured: "When will I return...it's my fault, I want to keep you waiting, Qingqing."

Outside the door of the dormitory, the chief eunuch of the supervisor of ceremonies knelt on the ground, maintaining a posture of prostration, and covered his old tears with his sleeves.

The familiar singing voice faintly floated from the hall, and Lan Xi had the urge to respond with her local accent, but suddenly realized that she had been away from her hometown for many years and had already forgotten her local accent.

On the dragon bed, Su Yan heard the heartbeat under his chest getting slower and slower, as if it would stop in the next second.He suddenly called out: "Your Majesty!" He sat up abruptly.

The emperor opened his eyes and looked at him intently, as if he couldn't get enough of it.

Suddenly, the emperor smiled slightly, his eyes glowed almost with excitement, and even his complexion turned rosy.He sat up, held Su Yan's hand, and said, "It's dawn."

Su Yan was pleasantly surprised by his sudden improvement, and nodded while wiping away tears: "Yes, it's almost the end of the fifth watch..."

The emperor seemed to be ten years younger. He held his hand and said, "I'll take you to the attic next door to watch the sunrise."

Su Yan didn't want to watch the sunrise, but only hoped that he would have an operation quickly, and maybe he could turn the tide.

The emperor said: "After watching the sunrise, I will do whatever you want me to do."

"You won't be prevaricating me again this time?"

"The Son of Heaven keeps his word."

So Su Yan put on a robe for him, and the two climbed up to the three-story glazed tile attic connected to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and went up to the top of the building in one breath.

The morning sun rises from the sky, shining brilliantly, making the glazed tiles reflect brilliant brilliance.

The emperor was like a young man on a first date, sitting side by side with his sweetheart on the edge of a high platform, overlooking the capital city in the early morning.

The imperial palace and the further imperial city were gradually illuminated by the sun. The sun was like a bright sea wave, breaking through the roofs, streets and alleys, and the figures of people who got up early to work, turning the whole world to the bright side.

"It's really magnificent..." Su Yan couldn't help sighing.

The emperor said: "Come here to watch the sunrise, but also to see the capital at sunrise."

Su Yan asked: "The emperor used to come here often?"

The emperor said: "I used to be alone, but today I look at you side by side. It's another state of mind."

Su Yan said: "Not only today, but also tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and countless sunrises in the future. I will watch them with the emperor."

The emperor smiled silently, and replied: "Okay." Then he said: "This is my country, it is also yours, and it is the country of all people in the world."

Neither of them spoke anymore.

Su Yan suddenly felt that half of his shoulders sank, as if the emperor beside him had leaned his head on his shoulders.

He didn't turn his head, and didn't shed any more tears. Instead, he tried his best to capture this bustling world in his eyes.

The sun is shining brightly, illuminating the big inscription of a brand new day.

Su Yan knew that Zhu Jinjun was here——

He is with Jiangshan.