Chapter 78: Epilogue (on)

On the seventh day of July in the fourth year of Changzhi, according to the news returned from the Southwest Front, the commander of the Western Army, Yasukuni Fushen, was killed by the rebels and was unfortunately dead.
On the ninth day of July, the Tianfu Army diverted Yan Xiaohan from Jinling to the southwest and begged the rebels for Fu Shen's body. Duan Guihong angrily scolded Yan Xiaohan before, claiming that the DPRK and the Central People's Republic of China raped the party and private parties, harmed the heroes, and blinded the sacred hearers, causing Fu to die with hatred. The southwestern army swore the king's side in order to sue Fu Shen in the spirit of heaven.
Fu Shen was suffering from a nutritional disease in southwestern China. After listening to Du Leng's remarks about the grandfather Duan, he almost smiled: "Isn't this what he thought?"
If Duan Guihong had the ability to reverse the black and white, open his eyes and talk nonsense, he would not be so rigid with the emperor.
"Who else can it be?" Duan Gui walked in sullenly, sarcastically, "Of course, it was taught by my clever niece-in-law."
Fu Shen is not ashamed, but rather proud: "It's an award, it's just a little smart, it's not worth being proud of."
Duan Guihong: "..."
The incident of being scolded before the battle seemed to make Yan Xiaohan very uneasy on his face. When he returned to the army, he strictly prohibited the army from leaking the matter. However, Fu Shen's death is full of doubts. The stricter the military order, the more it feels that Duan Guihong is telling the truth. Instead, some rumors have spread that even the Emperor Changzhi jeopardized Fu Shen's excessive power. Pai secretly assassinated Fu Shen, and then pushed the black pot onto Duan Guihong.
The obituary and the news were passed back to the capital, and the North Koreans were shocked. The northern Xinjiang garrison was almost mutiny on the spot. The four generals connected with several passes and asked the court to investigate. Emperor Changzhi couldn't stop the rumors of the Manchu dynasty, and was forced to call the Yanying Hall to discuss the matter and discuss how to gift Fu Shen and fill the vacancy.
On July 12th, on the day of the discussion in Yanying Palace, Yan Xiaohan returned to Beijing with the deep armor of Fu Shen and went straight to the palace. The palace monk Yaque was silent. He didn't have any extra words. He just slammed the iron armor on the table with a bang, and shattered the tea cup in front of Xue Sheng.
There were stains of blood on the armor that had not been washed away.
The court officials of the four states in northern Xinjiang cried and lost their voices on the spot. Others looked down or were silent. Xue Sheng's face looked like water, and Emperor Changzhi's heart was stunned, and his tone involuntarily brought a little compromise: "Yan Qing has worked hard, sit first ... come and come for tea."
The emperor Yuan Zhen, the favored emperor, hurried forward and filled Yan Xiaohan with tea, respectfully and authentically said, "Master, please."
Yan Xiao's face glanced at him frostily, and Father Yuan Zhen shrank his neck. The atmosphere was afraid to come out, and quickly slipped back to the emperor.
"Yang Guogong has fought for the country for many years. He has the merits of the Kuang Fu Society. When he enters the golden stage, he takes a picture of the Kirin Hall." The new Shang Chen, who replaced Zheng Shunwen, who was the former ceremony minister, entered the hall. En Rong was supposed to be a descendant, but the two adults ... have no children under his knees, but Xiaguan remembers that Yasukuni has a close brother ... "
"That's exactly what it is," Yan Xiao cold and coldly said. "I heard that Fu Xiaogong hasn't attacked Jue yet. He was lost a few days ago. Have you found it now, Master Xue?"
Xue Sheng didn't know if he hadn't slept well recently, his dark circles were heavy, his eyelids were stretched, and his eyes seemed unexplainable: "How did I know about the Fu family? Master Yan joked."
"Jingguo's death, I have no heart or heart, nor will I laugh at this moment," Yan Xiao said coldly, "Master Xue knows what the rumors outside are now? I was not in the capital at the time of the incident, I would like to ask you, who pushed the court to the tip of the wind? "
The vagueness of his words meant the meaning was very obvious. Everyone raised his ears and felt that he would hear something amazing insider.
"Since you just came back from the front, you should know that Jinguo was killed by the rebel general Duan Guihong," Xue Sheng gritted his teeth. "As for the rebel who turned the black and white, nonsense climbing bite, Master Yan actually wanted to Use this to find Xue's fault? You can see clearly, this is Yanying Hall, not your Flying Dragon Guard! "
"That's it! Keep your mouth shut!" Emperor Changzhi shouted, "What makes him look good in a large crowd!"
Yan Xiaohan and Xue Shengxi sighed, and each stood up and pleaded guilty. Emperor Changzhi had a headache. Helplessly said, "The deceased has died, Jinguo Gonggong is in the community, and he should give a lot of care. As for the photo of Kirin Hall ... Yan Qing, you can take him for a ride. The matter of Southwest China needs to be discussed again ... "
He didn't finish speaking, and his heart suddenly felt a colic, and his body didn't hold it all at once. He went straight to the royal case, Yuan Zhen rushed to support him, and lost his voice: "The emperor! Taiyi! Quickly declare Taiyi!"
The Yanying Palace suddenly became messy.
Emperor Changzhi's face was pale. Only his cheeks showed two abnormal reds, leaning on Yuan Zhen's body, holding his breath against his heart, and a little red foam overflowed on his lips. Immediately after the imperial doctor arrived, he gave the Emperor Changzhi an acupuncture treatment, and it also made people take medicine and decoction. He had been tossing wildly to noon, and the Emperor Changzhi had mild symptoms, so he moved back to the Yangxin Temple.
The emperor is ill, which is a big deal. After the courtiers dispersed, they hugged each other and passed on their messages. Seeing the emperor looks like a heart ailment, one day Bao Baoqi suddenly became ill. Now the prince is young, and the emperor has no other children under his knees. A few brothers will be young and strong, and when the throne changes, it will inevitably be another storm.
These courtiers are in the center, in fact, they are still independent, and their hearts are crackling. For a while, the atmosphere in the hall was strange and unpredictable.
In the evening, Emperor Changzhi woke up once, and the queen and concubines were in front of the bed. He moved his fingers, and a slight air sound was heard in his throat. The doctors hula la rounded them up, and Emperor Changzhi let them dimly fiddle with them. He weakly recruited Yuan Zhen who was standing beside the bed.
Yuan Zhen immediately stepped forward: "Your Majesty?"
"When is it?"
Yuan Zhen said: "Back to your Majesty, the moment was very early."
"From tomorrow onwards ... to stop the dynasty," Emperor Changzhi said weakly, slowly, word by word, "in case of indecision ... Finally, the Yanying Hall was discussed. Where is Yan Xiaohan?"
"Your Majesty," Yuan Zhen said carefully, "Master Yan, he went home to guard filial piety ..."
Emperor Changzhi was sullen for a while, and the Royal Doctor was busy: "Your Majesty must not be excited."
"Let him come back," Emperor Changzhi closed his eyes tiredly. "In a very unusual period, you don't need to be polite, and he will be handed over to the Yanying Hall for discussion."
When he said that, he thought of something. He opened his eyes and looked down at the queen Fu, who was downright, and saw that she was in a plain suit, without any ring jewelry. She sighed softly, and said, "No need to wait for illness, Yuan Zhenliu Wait and wait, everyone else will go back. "
Fu Ling was dyed with sadness between her eyebrows, thin and weak, and bowed down in front of the imperial bed, like a white flower separated by rain and mist, and whispered, "The courtier resigned."
In the evening, Yan Xiaohan received a message from the in the palace, ordering him not to keep his filial piety behind him, and to return to the presidency of the Yanying Hall to discuss the matter. Seriously? "
Yuan Zhen's face remained unchanged, eyes and noses and hearts, pretending not to hear anything.
"Go back, I know," Yan Xiaohan said. "It's only a few months, I can still afford it."
Since then, Emperor Changzhi's heart disease has not improved, and the original Jiangnan has not been able to travel in September. By the winter, the disease has worsened day by day. Changzhi Emperor could occasionally show a few faces at the congress. After October, I was completely bedridden. The imperial doctor in the palace kept his mouth open, only reporting good news and not worrying. Even so, some well-informed people also learned from various sideways that the emperor was afraid of being bad, and secretly prepared.
On the fifth day of November in the fourth year of Changzhi, the capital had the first snow since winter.
Late at night, the door of Yan's corner was knocked. A tall man, wrapped in a cape, wearing a hood, and carrying a wind lamp, whispered to the housekeeper who came to open the door: "Please come out of your house, come in immediately Gong. The father-in-law spoke, and that one was a bit bad. "
Before long, a pony car stopped outside Zhang Xuanmen. The man in white clothes stepped out of the carriage, Yuan Zhen waited in the door early, and quickly called the little housekeeper to give him an umbrella: "My lord, you can come here, soon, you can't stop it later ..."
"What to panic." A snowflake floated to his eyelids, turned into a small water droplet, Yan Xiaohan walked to the palace in a hurry, and said casually, "Who died in the hands is not dead? Sooner or later."
In the hall of raising hearts, the candlelight was extinguished.
Emperor Changzhi was tortured for several months, and now he has only a thin bone, and he can't even support the quilt on the couch. His face was as white as paper, but his lips were black, his breath was hardly audible, and his eyes were deeply sunken. The gentle and handsome looks of the past were all gone.
Fu Ling was meticulous in wiping his face with a wet towel. The temple was empty and empty, only a swaying candlelight, casting her thin shadow on the bed tent, twisted and crooked, and looked at it as if it were a vine crawling out of the dark ground.
Her eyes lingered on the forehead and nose of Emperor Changzhi, counting his brisk breath and tightening involuntarily with the five fingers of a cloth towel, as if holding on to a certain dangerous idea.
He seemed likely to lose his breath at any moment, breaking his throat with a fragile throat.
Fu Ling's wrist trembled, and she could hardly hold the cloth towel, but in the midst of it seemed that there was an invisible rope pulling her hand, which caused her to send the wet cloth to the mouth and nose of Emperor Changzhi with fear and persistence.
This man used to be her life's support and destination, but it was also him, who personally ruined the many years of friendship between the husband and wife, and even sent her only brother to death.
There is no father and son, no brothers, and of course ... no husband and wife.
With a squeak, the temple door opened wide, a gust of wind rolled into the warm palace, and Fu Ling's expression frowned. He retracted his hands as if burned, quickly threw the cloth towel into the basin, and stood up sharply: "Who is outside?"
The author has something to say: The ending chapter has too many words, divided into two halves. The second half of the chapter will be issued in a while, don't stay up late, and look up tomorrow. 2k novel reading network