reincarnated as king

The apricot branches slanted out from the red wall bricks, green buds and red buds competed to embellish gradually, a trace of spring lingered on the branches, and the spring of the ninth year of Qianning quietly arrived.In this season of revival of all things, there are few fresh colors in the Forbidden Palace of the Imperial City, and even the bustle and bustle of the previous bustling space has dissipated a bit, and it is suppressed in a dull atmosphere.

Desolation, tranquility, or a kind of desolation that slowly seeps into the heart due to the vicissitudes of time is the portrayal of the Qingyuan Palace where people are walking around at the moment. The fragrance of Buddha is mixed together, heavy, stagnant and long.

A few days ago, the emperor killed a powerful eunuch with a stick, and today another official was attacked in the court.Counting it, it was already the fifth day since the emperor sat in the Qingyuan Palace for a while after his downfall.However, the queen did not wake up for a day, and the Qingyuan Palace did not dare to speak out for a day.

Although there are imperial physicians present to attend consultations every day, and the abbot of Yuhuang Temple in Tianqing Mountain is also invited to chant scriptures and pray for blessings, but everyone has a faint understanding in their hearts: the queen is afraid that she will die.

As twilight gradually dawned, the maid who served the flowers and plants outside the palace shuddered slightly. It was the season when warming up and turning cold again, and it was abnormally cold tonight.Her slender fingers slid across the carefully placed flower pots, and the flowers were still budding, but who was the flower blooming for?The flowers in the palace gather rare varieties from the land of sixteen states, but in this cold spring, no one is willing to watch them.

She treats these flowers and plants gently and skillfully, as if she cherishes them as her own life.The raised green buds, the hidden color, and the curly curvature of the branches and leaves are all extremely beautiful in the eyes of flower-knowledgers.Suddenly, she covered her mouth and let out an exclamation, and the crystal clear water drops fell on her hands, which were icy cold.The maid looked up, and saw small and sparse pieces of snow falling from the sky.

The snow fell silently. In this night, the continuous snow covered the entire capital like a lover's endless whispers.

In the inner hall of Qingyuan Palace, Bei Gongdi sat calmly by the side of the bed, looking at the pale face of the sleeping woman.Chen Feihua is still very young, but in her 30s, with a face like Hetian Baiyu, lined with this silk, her sick face seems to be asleep, so clear and shallow, one can't help but feel that it is It might wake up in a moment.

Bei Gongdi didn't know what kind of mood he was sitting here with.Chen Feihua is not the person he loves, not the person he cares about the most, her weight in the heart of the king of a country is too light.But Chen Feihua is Bei Gongdi's wife, and this alone taught her to fall in love in vain, and she would never regret it until she died.From this point on, Bei Gongdi understood this life from the previous life, and was silent until this life.

Bei Gongdi's silence in the past was due to ruthlessness, but the silence in this life may be due to guilt or compromise... All he can give Chen Feihua is the heaviest and most frivolous word "Queen".

"Your Majesty," the imperial physician recalled in front of Bei Gongdi in a soft voice, "I need to ask for the empress's pulse, Your Majesty, please move."

Bei Gongdi stared at him for a while, and finally said the same words as in the previous life: "I just want the result. If the queen can't be cured, you can all be buried with her."

He waited in the outer hall, through the heavy bead curtains and gauze, the elderly imperial physician walked heavily, his eyes were full of the grayness of death: "Your Majesty, forgive me for speaking bluntly."

Catching a slight trace of fear in the imperial physician's eyes, Bei Gongdi was very familiar with such eyes, Bei Gongdi said: "Say."

"The empress's illness is terminal, and I can't recover from it." The imperial doctor lowered his head, waiting for the thunderous wrath of the Ninth Five Lord.

Bei Gongdi's figure swayed, overlapping with a certain moment in his previous life for an instant.

"Your Majesty, how about we have a Cuju game in the afternoon?" The beautiful and mischievous voice echoed in the pavilion, and Xianyan's appearance showed great vigor.The emperor raised his eyebrows and hugged the girl's soft body, and said with a smile, "Is my concubine so confident in me?"

The [-]-year-old girl with pretty eyebrows was about to exit to fight back, but only heard a burst of exclamation from outside the pavilion.

Bei Gongdi turned his head, only to hear the shout of "Empress Empress! Send the imperial doctor!", his expression was slightly confused, he abandoned his new favorite concubine and hurried away, only to see a figure fainted on the ground with bloodshot eyes in the corner of his mouth His pale face is shocking.

The emperor's always indifferent state of mind, at that moment, he only felt that the world was pale, and a fear of impending loss swept his whole body, making him fall into an ice cellar.

Bei Gongdi paused for a moment, with deep sorrow and bitterness in his eyes. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, and finally converged into a low whisper: "Fei Hua..." He had nearly ten I haven't called this name in the past year, and it has become a little strange at this moment.

The imperial doctor's body was buried even lower, and he withdrew from the palace gate, leaving the emperor alone in the hall.

In the previous life, Bei Gongdi didn't miss the palace very much. After Chen Peihua died of illness in the ninth year of Qianning, he became more and more reluctant to go to the harem.But in this life, he has already changed the trajectory of the times, but at the same moment, he ushered in the sad news of the queen's lingering sickness... Is there life and death in this world?Bei Gongdi's hands slowly clenched. He can change the future, but he can't change the impermanence of fate. This kind of panic and powerlessness is indeed better than He Daiqing's unexpected death half a year ago, and the shocking scene behind Yunjin Villa. Power made him feel haggard even more.

This is a kind of bewilderment, or fear, or compassion. Bei Gongdi has experienced death, but he can't calmly let go of death, not to mention that he also has very few people who care about it. Although the king's love is like ice, However, Chen Feihua does mean a long and distant memory in his life, and it means some kind of complex emotions born of responsibility, a kind of contract and bondage.

The strange snow in the capital fell for three whole days.After the snow stopped, it was ten miles away, and the country mourned for a hundred days.

With 64 heavy bells ringing, the sad news of the Queen's illness and funeral came from the palace.Bai Jinran, the capital, looked like snow at first glance, but the chill seemed to still linger.

The Empress Zigong stayed in the Fengtian Hall specially built by Beigongdi.Then, "Honorable Empress Xiaoxian stopped court for five days, took oyster, and made three libations a day. He ordered the women to enter the palace and cry for three days day and night. The prince and the second prince served filial piety and did not eat for three days, and wept and fainted in the palace."

These cold words may be recorded in history books in the future, talking about the emperor's family affairs.How many joys and sorrows in ancient and modern times are not all jokes.However, Bei Gongdi only felt that the evening wind was extremely cold, and his heart was chilled.After issuing an edict "no more queens" and three years after the draft, the people all know that the emperor and empress love each other deeply, and the heavenly family is prosperous.Who can know his mood when he stepped into this palace gate again?

In Fengtian Hall, Bei Gongdi stood there quietly, alone, in the center of the huge main hall, on top of layers of flourishing flowers, there was a nanmu coffin with golden silk pattern and phoenix.Bei Gongdi stood next to the Queen's Palace. The candles in the hall were brightly lit, reflecting the light and darkness of a room. There was neither sadness nor joy on his face, but he exuded a kind of oppressive dullness all over his body.This kind of dullness hits the face, and it turns into extreme sadness in the quiet and deserted palace in the middle of the night.

That dignified portrait was drawn by the court painter for Chen Feihua in the spring of the past. Bei Gongdi stared at it, and another period of depression inevitably flashed before his eyes. In fact, decades of years have passed.That was the time when he was sharp-spirited, for 20 years, that big red Luo Zhu had a lifetime marriage contract with him, that woman who managed the Yan land for him won the hearts of the people, that woman Lan Xinhui who was soft and strong... suddenly became It's life and death.

Bei Gongdi once encountered such a theme in a philosophy class: what is reflected in the evolution of the smaller than the larger... How painful can a sentence be torn apart?How much time can a minute and a second matter?How far can a door be?

The sun and the moon are eternal, and the heaven and the earth are eternal.Just a second in the world has decided to have no regrets and guilt.

The door of the hall opened slightly with a creak, and then slowly closed again.Bei Gongdi heard footsteps walking towards him slowly, and a person hugged him from behind.

Bei Gongdi gradually relaxed his tense body and leaned into his arms, silent for a long time.Bei Gongdi looked at the painting, and said softly: "After all, I failed her."

Fang Jingxuan didn't speak, he was standing outside the hall, already covered with cold wind, he didn't know how long he was standing, all he knew was the silent emperor in the middle of the hall when he opened the door.Fang Jingxuan was at a loss for a while, he didn't like the bewildered and fragile aura that Bei Gongdi carried, very disliked, so even though both of them were cold, he still hugged him without hesitation.

Bei Gongdi said in a low voice: "Jingxuan, I can't even shed tears for her." Fang Jingxuan didn't know how to feel for a moment, Bei Gongdi seemed to be laughing at himself, but he knew that what Bei Gongdi said was the truth .It's just that Bei Gongdi's frankness only made him feel more and more uncomfortable in his heart.

He wanted to kiss him, but he couldn't.He knew that Bei Gongdi had many secrets, but he couldn't ask them.He gently raised his hand to intertwine with Bei Gongdi's fingers. All he could give was a temporary warmth. In the middle of the night, this moment of warmth was enough to make the two of them addicted.Fang Jingxuan stood with him outside the hall for a long time, but he finally walked in step by step, approaching the emperor.He wrapped his arms around his waist, pressed Bei Gongdi's soft silent hair next to his face, and listened to his breathing quietly.

He wanted to hold Beigongdi tightly in his arms, talk lightly about his love, and wantonly slander him. He wanted to tear him apart and eat him, integrate him into one body, and tell everyone in the world that Beigongdi belonged to him.It's not the touching love between the empress and the empress, it's not the charming couple for life, Bei Gongdi doesn't belong to these, he belongs to the dynasty and the world, he belongs to the darkness and iron blood that make ordinary people horrified, and he belongs to the violating relationship with him. hell.

But he can't, he can't bear it and he doesn't want to, all he can give is relying on.Never before has Fang Jingxuan realized so profoundly that forbearance can also drive people crazy.

"Fang Jingxuan, I order you not to allow anything to happen." Bei Gongdi's hoarse voice was tinged with sobs.The turbulent situation in the past few days has always made people quite frightened.If it is said that the queen's death was predestined, Fang Jingxuan's fate was changed by him, it is really unpredictable.He really couldn't imagine that day, if something happened to Fang Jingxuan, no matter how powerful he was, he would only lose all hope at that moment.

Outside the Fengtian Hall, the night was getting darker, the woman in palace attire was leaning against the wall, holding a handkerchief to cover her red lips, weeping silently.She staggered out of the gate of Fengtian Palace, only to see Zuo Chang, the chief eunuch of Jingyang Palace, holding on to a palace lantern, saluted her and said with a faint smile, "Ms. Concubine Shu, it's late at night, so be careful where you step."

Concubine Shu trembled, she closed her mouth.She had long known that there was someone in His Majesty's heart, and even pushed her onto the throne that seemed to have boundless glory because of that person who neglected the queen and vacated the beauties of the harem, but removed all her support.What she didn't know was that that person turned out to be, turned out to be...

However, she didn't dare to show the slightest thought, she stood upright and wiped away her tears.Yes, it's late at night.