Emperor Que Shaohua

In March of the 23rd year of Tianyi, Concubine Li, who was pregnant for ten months, finally gave birth, and gave birth to a princess for the emperor, who was also the last emperor's heir in Tianyi's year.The emperor seemed a little disappointed, and it took a while to give the name Luo Qiurong.

The magistrate who paid tribute to Poria in the past is no longer alive. It is said that he was killed by bandits on the way back from visiting relatives.However, Qibi’s investigation found that as early as more than a year ago, the local government had half-purchased and half-forcibly confiscated the 600-year-old Poria cocos from the peasants. Will dedicate good things to the prince.But why it took more than half a year to send it out, and why it was sent to the palace, the master can't explain the reason.

As for the imperial doctor who offered the prescriptions, Xuanshuang secretly searched for his connection with Concubine Han. Although there were traces of his relationship with Concubine Han, the key clue was on the dead Zhang Chengjuan.

Perhaps the more telling evidence is a letter found from the home of the deceased magistrate, which cryptically requested the magistrate to dispatch personnel immediately after seeing the letter to escort the medicinal materials to Beijing and enshrine them in the inner court without any delay.The name of the person who wrote the letter was Wang Gong, a steward of Anyuan Hou's family, and it was not the first time he had communicated with the prefect from the tone of his voice.The previous letters should have been destroyed, but this one did not have time.Then check the date at the end of the letter and the time when Poria cocos entered the offering, and they can indeed match.

The Marquis of Anyuan no longer exists. Wang Gong was exiled in southern Yunnan to serve hard labor, and his life and death are unknown.

The information was collected in front of the Suzerain, King Jing didn't say a word, but directly ordered the file to be sealed, and that's it.He already knew it well, and if he continued to investigate, it would be easy to attract attention and cause side issues.

"The Fifth Highness is here." Qingming came in happily to report, "I also brought crystal elbows and sweet-scented osmanthus cakes today!"

Luo Pingyuan is a frequent visitor to the mansion. When he is relatively free, he will come over for a meal. If he is busy, he will just sit and chat for a while, but at most one or two days apart, he will definitely come to Jing Wang's mansion.Recently, Qingzhang's fields encountered some obstacles, and the Ministry of Industry requested to strengthen the river defense to prepare for the flood season. The emperor seemed to intend to hand over the matter to the fifth prince, and King Ning came to visit more often.

"Let Pingyuan go directly to the study, and make a new pot of tea." King Jing said, with a soft smile on his lips.When Qin Shuang and Xie Feng left together, he got up, put on a coat, and walked out of the inner room. Gu Yu chased after him holding a bowl of freshly cooked yam and bird's nest porridge, "My lord, Master Xi Gu explained that spring and summer Friends are prone to depression, I want you to remember to drink it every day!"

As time goes by, Los Angeles is still prosperous, Mingyue Tower is full of singing and dancing, Xieji Tea House is doing business well, the former Prince's Mansion of the East Palace has been deserted, moss marks climb the stone steps, weeds protrude from the bluestone gaps, and grow wantonly; lively In the noisy market, King An, who was dressed in a bright red brocade and led his guards, was no longer seen galloping past.

Prince Jing's Mansion, which once attracted countless eyes from the ruling and opposition parties, also returned to silence after the trial of the three divisions ended, and gradually faded out of the sight of the subjects.At the beginning, people could occasionally see green caravans passing Zhuque Street, stopping in front of Huangjue Temple, appearing outside the Biluo Garden of Princess Danyang, or passing through the streets in the south of the city full of fireworks, in small tofu shops. Stop at the door, get out of the car and drink a bowl of soy milk.Someone once saw the whereabouts of Sect Master Langhuan not far from the city gate. In the drizzle, King Jing in green clothes stood by the side of Luoshui, gazing at the blue river for a long time.

Every fifteenth day of the month, as short as two or three days, as long as five or six days, the Jingwang Mansion must be closed, and the inside is quiet, and visitors will not choose to disturb the door at this time; and then, as in the past many years Similarly, the owner of the mansion declined outside visitors due to his frail health and was recuperating from illness. Except for King Ning who often visited, King Yun who came every other day, and a few subordinates of Langhuan, King Jing Luo Yanhua no longer appeared in the palace. before people.

There will naturally be speculations and sighs from the outside world. His Royal Highness King Jing must be seriously ill, and I don't know how many days are left.However, many events of all sizes happened in the capital every day. Since the fate of the eldest son of the emperor was unchangeable, after sighing, his attention turned to other places.

As for the emperor, he has never given up his attention to Prince Jing's Mansion. Every few months, he will order the imperial doctor to come to ask for pulse.It is conceivable that even if the house does not shut the door, it will not be very welcoming. The imperial doctors always come to the door with smiles on their faces, wait for a long time, and finally go back with bad news in despair.

Cold comes and summer goes, seasons change, and the seasons pass by in a hurry. In a blink of an eye, it is the autumn of Tianyi 24 years.

At dusk and sunset, Luo Pingyuan temporarily put down his government affairs, rubbed his swollen temples, walked out of the east side hall of Zichen, first habitually looked in the direction of Qingliang hall, and then turned to the palace gate due south.

The two servants followed behind, seeing that he was preoccupied, they were careful not to make a sound.Today's Fifth Highness is no longer the former King Ning, but the prince of Yuzhou, taking charge of state affairs in place of the increasingly ill emperor.

At the beginning of the year, the ministers left the East Palace vacant, and Guo Zuo was uneasy, so they asked the emperor to establish a reserve as soon as possible.This is already the third time that the ministers of the DPRK and China, headed by Li Furen, the assistant government, have played.The reason why the three urgings and four invitations dare not relax is because the emperor has often been sick since autumn, visibly thin and fatigued to the naked eye, and his health is obviously worrying.Emperor Tianyi also felt weak and unable to sustain himself day by day. Looking around, King Yun had already made it clear that he had no interest in government affairs. He asked for an order to go to the northern border to patrol the border guards. He was not in the capital. The sixth son of the emperor was not yet eight years old; only King Ning Cleaning up farmland, flood control, and famine relief, doing tedious and thankless official duties that must be presided over day after day, showing outstanding talent and resilience, and also got married not long ago.He finally let go, and in March, he made a sacrifice to heaven and earth, and appointed the fifth prince, Luo Pingyuan, as the heir apparent, in the East Palace.

The new prince did not open another mansion, but simply replaced the plaque of Prince Ning's Mansion.In fact, he even had limited days to continue living in this mansion.

Although the emperor is greedy for power, he also understands that once his life is gone, no amount of power will be in vain.After becoming the crown prince, he tried his best to leave state affairs to Luo Pingyuan, and he concentrated on recuperating in the palace.However, Xu Shi has been taking long-term tonic medicinal materials for two years, ginseng and ganoderma lucidum for hundreds of years, and the effect is getting weaker and weaker as the years go by. To restore physical strength and boost spirits, ordinary medicines are like disappearing into the sea.Barely lasted until May, and couldn't get up.

Throughout the summer of Tianyi's 24th year, Chonghua Palace was shrouded in a depressive atmosphere.All the imperial physicians were at a loss for what to do about the condition of the Holy Majesty, and they couldn’t just say, Your Majesty, you are crazy about tonic in order to show off your strength, and now the retribution is coming, so you can only push it to your early injuries and illnesses from overwork, and prescribe some peaceful medicines that are irrelevant and adjust the weather.Seeing that the sickness is like a mountain, it gets worse every day, and gradually, I can't eat, and I can't even drink medicine soup and rice porridge.An ominous omen rose in everyone's heart: Emperor Tianyi, who has not yet arrived in Pentecost, is afraid that he will not be able to survive this calamity, and he will die soon!

Luo Pingyuan has been staying in the palace for more than two months. During the day, he handles political affairs in the Zichen side hall, and at night he has to go to the Qingliang hall to attend to the sick. Although he has deep internal strength, he endured very hard work.As the emperor's condition worsened, from the front hall to the rear palace, the huge palace city was filled with an atmosphere of anxiety, but he could feel that the eyes of the courtiers, guards, servants, maids, and everyone around him were looking at him. Quietly changed, if we used to be very respectful, now it is [-] points, even [-] points, [-] points, full of awe.That's not looking at the crown prince, looking at the prince, but looking up at the new emperor who is about to succeed to the throne, the future ruler of Yuzhou and Jiangshan.In the stagnant silence, there seems to be some kind of unstoppable vitality and hope brewing, waiting for the arrival of a new era after the turmoil.

Seven or eight days ago, King Yun, who was patrolling the border, rushed back to the capital, somewhat relieving the pressure on Luo Pingyuan's shoulders.The imperial doctor has vaguely hinted that the autumn grass is withered, and the time left by the Holy Majesty is running out, and it is likely to be within the next few days.

Emperor Tianyi himself should also understand that the end is approaching. With the help of the two noble concubines, he first summoned the prince, King Yun and several important officials, and struggled to take a posthumous photo; then he met several clan relatives one after another.

Two nights ago, the Royal Guards went to Prince An's Mansion by order. The Third Prince Luo Junping, who had been imprisoned for a long time, was brought into the palace and stayed in the bedroom of Qingliang Hall for about half an hour.The emperor could barely speak coherent words. Luo Pingyuan was not sure whether they had a conversation, but he knew that Emperor Tianyi believed that King An had not learned enough lessons, so he was not going to grant pardon before he died.The fact is also the same, when Luo Junping came out, his eyes were red, but his face was expressionless, his eyes did not meet him or King Yun, and he was escorted back without saying a word.

But this afternoon, another imperial edict came out from the Qingliang Palace, the content was very short: Announcement, Jing Wang Luo Yanhua entered the palace to meet.

The royal father is already powerless to go against the grain and do anything to hurt the royal brother.Luo Pingyuan didn't know what Emperor Tianyi was thinking on the sickbed, whether he had regrets and debts in his heart; just like him, he was not sure whether the emperor brother was willing to walk into the Chonghua Palace where he hadn't set foot for a long time, to see the emperor for the last time.

Due to the entanglement of affairs, he has not been able to go to Prince Jing's Mansion for several days, but since Emperor Tianyi's physical disobedience, from a minor illness that can be cured in two or three days to a serious illness, Luo Yanhua's attitude has always been indifferent. In other words, as in the face of ordinary things that must happen, there is neither joy nor sorrow.If there is any change, it may be that when teaching oneself, he is more careful, spares no effort and energy, and sometimes does not stop until the candle is burnt out and the east is white.

Standing on the high steps of the Zichen Palace, he couldn't help but look towards the palace gate again, and his tired face suddenly became a little brighter - at some point, a plain green covered car drove slowly from the southwest gate Entering Miyagi, the chariots that have been waiting there have already stepped forward.

Emperor Tianyi had been waking up from time to time in the past few days, and the curtains in his sleeping hall were always lowered, completely blocking the light from the outside, replaced by dim candlelight.The thick and bitter medicine smell seems to have soaked through the walls, filling the room, and there are always people around, walking lightly, but it makes people feel even more dull and suffocating.But he no longer has the ability to express his dissatisfaction, and he can't even raise the energy to pay attention.When all the strength left the body and life was about to disappear, the emperor of Yu Zhou was no different from the poor people, equally desolate and fragile, unable to control his own destiny, and even more lonely.

Waking up from his stupor, the emperor heard the sound of water.He felt his throat was burning and thirsty, and his body still had the feeling that there was nothing in it, but it was still constantly being sucked out, but the spasm of the previous days turned into numbness.He barely raised his eyelids, and it took him a while to discern that a few steps away from the bed, there was a figure pouring tea by the desk. Seen from the side, he had a slender figure and was wearing a blue dress that was rarely seen in the palace.The tea was poured into the cup, and the hand holding the pot was white and stable. Inexplicably, there was a calm and quiet atmosphere in the air.

Emperor Tianyi wriggled his lips hard, trying to ask for water, but all he uttered was a few muffled gasps.

The man turned around slowly, the faint yellow candle flame danced slightly, reflecting his clear eyebrows, his face was slightly pale, but compared to before, there was a faint layer of radiance from the inside out, just like the moonlight, It is also like the pearl light shining from the jade screen, with a calm expression like water.

The emperor's eyes froze for a moment, since October 22, [-] Tianyi, he had not seen Luo Yanhua for nearly two years.Today's Xuanzhao, no matter whether King Jing cannot enter the palace because of serious illness, or has been destroyed by the cold poison, he will not be surprised. However, this situation is far beyond expectations.

Emperor Tianyi's chest made the sound of wheezing and wheezing, as if he was pulling a bellows, but he was still speechless.

Luo Yanhua handed the tea to the maid at the side, signaling to serve His Majesty, he did not miss the flickering surprise and jealousy in the emperor's eyes.

He didn't move to the bed until the maid finished feeding the water, lowered her head and exited.The majestic emperor in the past is now as haggard as if he has been drained dry, his whole body seems to have shrunk, his sallow face is wrinkled, and his hair is gray and sparse.

Facing the patient's suspicious and unbelievable eyes, he said lightly: "Your Majesty, don't be surprised, Ping Yuan helped me cure the poison of Bihai Chengxin two years ago."

Emperor Tianyi's breathing stagnated for a moment, and his pupils shrank and dilated rapidly. The feeling at this moment was indescribable, and he almost suspected it was another hallucination.Scenes from that year flashed through my mind.In order to find the elixir of Xueman Qingguo, the fifth prince who was still King Ning once issued a reward order, and he did not hesitate to offend himself.Unexpectedly, he actually found it, he really got rid of the cold poison for King Jing, and helped Lang Huan to conceal the truth, rehabilitating the old case!

The anger and frustration of being fooled was churning in his chest, as if about to explode, and he almost lost his breath.The fifth prince is so bold and stupid. King Jing is the eldest son of the middle palace, and Rupin betrayed the queen. Their positions and interests are completely opposite.Didn't Luo Pingyuan ever think that after saving Luo Yanhua's life, what would happen to him in the future? !

If King Ning had chosen to obstruct rather than favor, the outcome of the old case of Langhuan might have been completely different, and he would not have to bear the infamy of stupidity!

King Jing stared at the distorted face of the emperor who was filled with hatred and anger, unexpectedly there was a trace of pity.With Emperor Tianyi soaked in power-hungry thinking, he might not be able to understand why the situation developed like this even if he wanted to break his head.

"In recent years, when Pingyuan lived in Prince Jing's Mansion, I have been assisting him and trying my best to support him." He said calmly, "Not everyone in the world is as greedy for power and position as His Majesty thinks, or like the second prince. He regards seizing the throne as more important than family affection and conscience. In the future of Yu and Zhou, there will be Pianyuan to take charge of the country and manage the people's livelihood, and there will be Lin Pian to conquer foreign captives. My ministers believe that there is bound to be a revival.”

He paused: "As for the Tianyi dynasty, which has ruled the world for more than twenty years, the history books will not miss the achievements, nor will they cover up the mistakes. Your Majesty can rest assured that the merits and demerits will be left to future generations to judge."

"You...you..." Emperor Tianyi lay face up on the sickbed, not to mention roaring, it was extremely difficult to even utter a few words.Luo Yanhua's elegant and quiet voice came to his ears clearly, causing another burst of rapid coughing and panting.

He had to admit that King Jing really had no intention of being the emperor, and he could give it to Luo Pingyuan quietly and casually despite being able to respond to everything.My long-term guard against suspicion is like an absurd joke.

During the past two years, every slight disturbance in Prince Jing's Mansion would affect his sensitive nerves, making him suspicious.This year, as his body became weaker and weaker, he also felt a sense of crisis, and even secretly wondered what happened to the cold poison on Luo Yanhua's body, and to what stage did his illness develop?Could it be that Bihai Chengxin's toxicity does not match the clan records?

The imperial doctor's return is always quite satisfactory, nothing more than His Majesty's pulse condition is weak, and the cold air in his body is spreading, which is barely delaying the time.Let Li Pinglan go to investigate again, and the guards of Yulin also replied: His Royal Highness King Jing is recuperating, and there is no abnormality in Langhuan.

Can't find any flaws, but still can't settle down, memories and setbacks are accompanied by nightmares from time to time, as time goes by, the quiet Prince Jing's Mansion has become a heart disease invisibly.

He was indeed in love with the throne on the Zichen Palace, and he was unwilling to die just like that, and died before his greatest opponent in his life.It was with this obsession that he summoned Luo Yanhua before his death to confirm an answer.

Looking at it now, ordering the young Prince Ning to live in Prince Jing's Mansion was the beginning of everything today, and it was also his biggest miscalculation.But what was wrong, he couldn't figure it out for a moment.Just like Cai Cai, why on earth was he so angry that he couldn't accept it?It was because the eldest son of the emperor, who should have been wronged and died, saved his life and was able to recover from his illness; the prince who was established by himself personally regarded his elder brother as more important than a high position, and repeatedly bullied the emperor in order to protect King Jing; Including the king, they all refuse to be the same as themselves?

In the end, all the anger and unwillingness are like floating dust in the corner, rootless and rootless, and the darkness cannot see the light.

Regardless of Luo Pingyuan or Luo Linpian, they are too young to understand the pain of losing after eating the marrow and knowing the taste, and the passing of time.Ten years, 20 years, how long can this earth-shattering friendship last?

How come I haven't had a good life of galloping across the country with beauties by my side?

The anger in the emperor's eyes gradually turned dark, flickering on and off, and gradually dimmed.

The white rainbow pierces through the sun, and Ziwei comes again, protecting our emperor's dynasty, and there is hope for revival.What a prospect worth looking forward to, enough to fascinate every emperor, but unfortunately, everything has nothing to do with him.The Ziwei who came again was not him, and from the beginning, it was not him who An Xing devoted all his efforts to assisting.

King Jing stood aside, looked at the haggard old man in front of him, and waited until his panting calmed down, then said quietly: "Father, the grievances between you and me are settled, and you can go down to Jiuquan to discuss the rest. Let the queen mother talk." Although, most of the queen mother has already put it down, and will not be interested in paying attention to it.

He had already finished what he wanted to say, and turned around to leave, however, Emperor Tianyi who was on the couch suddenly stretched out a thin hand and tightly grasped the hem of the blue skirt: "I don't know where the strength came from." ...I have something to ask!"

It should be a flashback, but in just a few breaths, his eyes lit up again, and an abnormal blush appeared on his slumped face, and he asked in a hissing voice, "What's the matter with my illness? Who is it? Is it?" no……"

Facing Luo Yanhua, who was as quiet as a secluded pool, with compassionate eyes, he finally swallowed the last word "you".

He is not a fool, he eats more and more tonics and elixir, but his body is breaking down day by day, how can he not be suspicious?However, it was too late to realize something was wrong. Once the tonic was stopped, the whole body would be limp and weak as if the muscles and bones had been pulled out, and the only way to continue taking it was to drink poison to quench thirst.The imperial doctor made up all kinds of explanations for the cause of the disease, but lying in the palace these days, he became more and more aware in his heart that he must have been plotted against.If you can't solve your doubts, you will die with regret.

"Your Majesty was indeed poisoned, it should have been around May or June the year before last." Jing Wang sighed in his heart, and said lightly, "Ping Yuan and I were both in the south of the Yangtze River at that time. Father might as well think about it for yourself. Among them, who is most likely to have murderous intentions secretly, who has the means to obtain the strange poison, and can also approach you directly or indirectly to find an opportunity to strike? Given the current situation, if the emperor and I both die within a year or two, can you Which side will get the most benefit from it?"

King Jing entered the Qingliang Hall, and did not stay in the palace for a long time, about a quarter of an hour before and after.Luo Pingyuan sent the emperor's brother out of the palace gate, boarded the chariot, and when he came back, he saw Emperor Tianyi still lying flat on his back, his eyes staring straight up, his throat rattling, but he couldn't say anything. With a sound, You Zi's dead-twig-like fingers convulsed, scratching deep marks on the bed sheet.

It was night, several imperial doctors had been busy for half the night, and the people inside and outside the palace were exhausted, so they finally calmed down.The two servants on duty also dozed against the wall in a daze.In the early hours of the morning, one of them woke up suddenly, and found that the emperor on the dragon bed had his eyes half-opened, he was out of breath, and his face was gray with death.

He jumped up in fright, covered his mouth subconsciously, and stumbled out of the inner room, not daring to disturb His Highness the Crown Prince who had just rested in the Xinuang Pavilion, and went straight to Wu Yong, the imperial physician and chief manager guarding the outer hall.

The crying and crying quickly spread throughout the bedroom, spreading from the Qingliang Palace to the entire imperial city: "Your Majesty is dead!" "Your Majesty, the dragon controls Bintian!"

Dawn was approaching, and the heavy and solemn bells sounded from the high glazed walls of the Chonghua Palace. One after another, they pierced through the cool morning light and echoed for a long time under the blue-purple sky, awakening the still sleeping Luo City.

On August 24th in the 48th year of Tianyi, the emperor died at the age of [-].Hundreds of officials gathered together, and Li Furen, the assistant government, read out the will.In the life of the emperor, he was more than conservative but not aggressive. He had both merits and demerits, and the coffin remains to be determined.I only sigh that throughout the ages, princes and beggars, good and evil, loyal and treacherous, all have died.