Chapter 222: I wear it on my body

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty ..."
Jin Andi opened his eyes, and it was actually Fucheng who stood in front of him--
Fucheng's hair was white, his face was wrinkled, and his back was a little shaggy.
He smiled bitterly, and he came back.
"Chen Ge always asks to see, but your Majesty wants to meet?"
Emperor Jin An rubbed his eyebrows and took a sip of tea from the side. @Finity 好 文, all in Jinjiang Literature City
The tea was still warm, as if he had never left, and it seemed that all was just a dream of him. But Jin Andi knew that it was not a dream, and her body temperature was still in his palm, nostalgic.
He put down the tea cup, put on a good white glazed tea cup in Dingyao, and struck the dragon case of rosewood, making a sweet and crisp sound, but it was a lot heavier than before.
"Xuan."
After noon with several ministers, it was noon.
No one told him to use lunch or not. It seemed that he was used to one meal after another, but only the occasional worry that Fucheng would worry about. Ke Fucheng is old, and his memory is not as good as before. He forgets what he said on the front foot, sometimes he can say one thing many times, but sometimes he forgets to say it.
The hall was very quiet, only the western clock ticking in Xi'an Pavilion tickled, inexplicably anxious.
Emperor Jin'an was looking at Zhezi, and after a while he looked at the gate of the palace. Fucheng had seen His Majesty several times, only when His Majesty was resting for a long time with his eyes. Suddenly, Jin Andi stood up without warning. It wasn't until he walked outside the temple door that Fucheng reacted to keep up.
Qianqing Palace is not far from Yangxin Hall, just outside Yuehuamen. This place was originally used as a palace for the temporary rest of the emperor, but because it was not used for a long time, it was changed to the palace's office and was under the jurisdiction of the House of Government.
At noon, a lot of eunuchs and craftsmen were stranded in the office. Everyone was talking and laughing, and suddenly Jin An came in.
With the thumping sound, everyone knelt down in fright. Only a man in a bright yellow dragon robe stood in the middle, looking around blankly, as if looking for something.
Until this time, Emperor Jin An had clearly come to understand that he had actually returned.
There is no her in this world, and few children.
In a voice of ‘Sorry,
he turned and walked out of the palace gate.
"Your Majesty?" Fucheng asked puzzled.
"Walk around."
Because Fucheng's legs are not as good as before, Jin Andi's pace has become very slow. The master and servant walked along the path, the blue sky was cut into pieces by countless high walls, and I felt inexplicable.
Some eunuchs were sweeping the blue brick floor. When they saw Jin Andi coming, they all stood with their backs against the wall. When someone walked over before they dared to turn their heads, they saw that the bright yellow figure of the past was as tall and straight as ever, with their hands behind them, and their footsteps were not slow, even the figure of the person around them was familiar.
It's just that I don't know if it's because of the overcast sky, but it seems a little bit empty. This successive figure gradually disappeared at the end of the line of sight, leaving only the invariable red wall blue tiles.
This lowered his head and continued to sweep the floor. He laughed only when he thought more.
"Your Majesty, if you don't take a look at the Royal Garden?" Seeing that it was the Royal Garden, Fucheng suggested.
Jin Andi paused: "Go and see."
This imperial garden has four seasons in Changchun, but Emperor Jin An has never been here a few times. Occasionally, a banquet in the palace is set up in this garden. He has been very busy and hastily these years, but if he really calms down and thinks, he doesn't know what he is busy with.
country? She? Prince? It seems like nothing else.
Standing at the east gate of Qiongyuan, the Royal Garden was close at hand, but Jin Andi suddenly lost his interest and turned his steps.
Fucheng didn't ask why Jin Andi changed his mind. Perhaps Jin Andi and Yuan Zizi had no connection in his heart.
Even after returning to the Palace of Heavenly Purity, there is nothing to do. It is still a matter of looking at the discounts. Only the stack of discounts can never be finished.
Seeing His Majesty after sitting back to the Dragon case, Fucheng sighed heavily. Many times he hoped that His Majesty could change, but he couldn't tell how to change, and His Majesty would not listen to him.
I don't know how long it has passed, Jin Andi suddenly said: "Hurry up and remind the ceremony department to do the Prince's canonization ceremony as soon as possible."
"Yes."
With the words of Emperor Jin'an, the prince's canonization soon became a daily routine.
Every day, people from the Ritual Department came to Qingwang's house, but they did not seek Qingwang, but Zhaoqing, the son of Qingwang.
No, it is no longer called the Prince of the King, but the Prince, but the Prince still lives in the King's Mansion. In the past few days, Zhao Ye didn't go anywhere, so she stayed with Princess Qing in the house.
In fact, the so-called is only in the morning and dawn province. Three meals a day are on the side. I know that such days are not long.
The ceremony department has sent the crown prince, and the day of the big gift has been set, and it will be tomorrow.
Dinner is used by both mother and child.
"After you enter the palace, filial piety to your uncle Huang."
"My son knows."
After a pause, Zhao Yan said nothing, but still asked: "Have the mother ever regretted it?"
Princess Qing's thoughts fluttered as she froze.
Regret it?
I regret that I am too stubborn and too proud. I have never recognized the reality, set my own position, and gave up my husband to others. Obviously, it can be another situation, but it is because of her waywardness and her goodness that everything is a mess. The husband and wife are almost at the point of breakup, and they have never even met at the same residence for many years
Maybe I regretted it, but unfortunately the lesson was too deep. This regret has come too late and can't be undone, so that's it.
Waiting for Princess Qing to look up, she found that Zhao Yan had no idea when she had left.
Outside, the setting sun was falling, and the orange light came in from the window, which stained the furniture in the room with a red light.
She stood up, wearing a robe full of sorrow.
"princess--"
"It's time to do the evening class." She stepped step by step towards the small Buddha hall.
Immediately after the canonization ceremony, Zhao Yan was a prince who was justified.
They all thought that His Majesty's adopted sister-in-law and Prince-in-Law were to block the mouths of the courtiers. However, it never occurred to him that Emperor Jin'an would bring the prince with him the next day and teach him how to deal with political affairs.
When winter came, Emperor Jin'an became ill.
This disease is like a mountain fall, which can't be cleared up. At first, it was just an onset of a head illness, and gradually he couldn't get on the couch. After that, he was unconscious.
During this period, Emperor Jin'an also woke up twice, once to inform Prince Zhao's royal family that they had been secretive and undisclosed, and once to abandon the posthumous scripture and leave a widow.
The queen of the Xu family is still living in Kuning Palace. For so many years, she has thought silently that the queen must have been sitting in the queen's position until death, but never expected that Jinan Emperor was there. At this time, the posthumous edict was released.
In addition to this posthumous scripture, there is a sacred decree that pursues the prince ’s mother-in-law, Su Shi Yao Niang. At the same time, Emperor Jin An also left a widow, and after his great deed, he was buried with Queen Su .
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In the 21st year of Jin'an, the emperor collapsed in the Palace of Heavenly Purity at the age of 48.
During his reign, he worked diligently and loved the people, devoted himself to political affairs, and made good use of his talents, and created a rare and prosperous world of peace, which made Wanbang come to the DPRK, and he can be called a generation of princes. Although some people in Shilin inevitably criticize their wrong origins, they are violent and easy to kill, but in the end they are more successful than ever.
The only regret is that Jin An emperor did not leave his son-in-law in his life, and the throne was left beside him. And before he suddenly enlisted a woman who had never been heard before, it also attracted a lot of discussions in the field and abroad.
There are even many rumors in the folk who say that Jin'an Emperor is a rare infatuation, after the Queen Su had smashed her jade, she never approached the woman nearby. There is also empathy for the prince. If it is not controversial, it is necessary to let the sick prince sit firmly in the prince's position, and he will be tainted by a tyrant in vain, and even end in no avail.
Of course, the rumor is a rumor. No one knows how it is, but it does not prevent people from covering it with a beautiful tulle. Even for many years, there are many fabrications in the wild history. But who knows?
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The morning light was faint, and the sky was dawning.
The sky is still green, and the morning fog has not yet disappeared, but Yaoniang has risen.
She was awakened by the neighbor's movement. The next door of the Chen family said that she had sold the house, and it seemed to have sold for a large price. No matter what other people ask, the Chen's mother-in-law just didn't say that her mother was still muttering that the Chen family didn't even care about the love of her neighbors. Who knew that the Chen family moved all night long and tossed all night.
Behind the West Chamber where Xiao Yaoniang and her sister-in-law lived, the Chen family. The two shared a wall, so there was some movement there, and I heard it here. It was noisy for the middle of the night, but it wasn't very bright that day, and the tossed up next door again.
"Look at you coquettish, this movement is much better than last night. I haven't slept for a while, and when it's hot in the day, I can't sleep when I want to sleep." Another maid on the couch yawned at her sister. Road.
Yao Niang has already put on her clothes, and this year-old girl does not need to dress anything, but Yao Niang has always loved her clothes and skirts. She was born well, wearing ordinary clothes on her, the virgins under the goddess of Goddess of Mercy, who did not like to go out.
"Sister, you sleep, I'll help my mother cook." She straightened her hair again and pushed the door out. @Finity 好 文, all in Jinjiang Literature City
Wu's got up early and was busy in the kitchen. Xue Xiu had to go to the hall. It had to go in the wind and rain, so breakfast was made early.
"I know that your girl can't sleep, it doesn't matter if she wakes up, she can have breakfast and sleep later."
Yao Niang went to wash her face, and when she was done, Wu called her: "Go to the bun stall at the alley to buy some buns. Niang forgot to have noodles at home. What can I do if I just eat thin?"
She took a few copper plates to Yao Niang, and the little Yao Niang went out without delay.
As she passed by the Chen's next door, she glanced inwards. The Chen's door was half open, and a carriage was parked in front of it. Although Yao Niang was only seven years old, she also had some insights and knew that the carriage was an ordinary thing that ordinary people could not afford.
How can such a rich person live in Yuqian'er Hutong? She was curious, but didn't think much, and went to the alley.
In the courtyard, Fucheng looked helplessly at his little master: "His Royal Highness sneaked out like this, and His Majesty knew that he would definitely be angry."
"I left a letter to the emperor before I left," said the young man.
He looks like a sixteen-seven-year-old with a long eyebrow like a willow. Wearing a bamboo-blue cotton robe with a dark cyan auspicious cloud wide band around her waist, a jade pendant hanging from her waist, her black hair was bundled with only a white jade pendant.
The whole body's temperament and the appearance of dust are not related to this northern courtyard. The master came here from the capital, thousands of miles away, and said nothing about the courtyard. I spent a lot of money to buy it, and rushed away overnight. Came here early this morning, and commanded people to stay here.
Fucheng is really helpless: "His Royal Highness, if you don't like the daughter of Xu Guogong's family, let's talk to Her Majesty, and change it to another. But before you got married, you suddenly ran out of Beijing. You said that ... "
"Talk!"
The boy glanced at him and ignored him, and went into the room. When he came back, he changed his costume, but even if he wore an ordinary green cloth shirt on him, Qingjun still had dust, but it was not as eye-catching as before.
"You should also change your body and tell them they are not suitable to appear here and put away." Of course, they are the followers who came out with him this time.
"Yes."
Fucheng took a group of people to clean up, and the teenager stepped out of the hospital. After he came out, he found that it was too early, maybe she didn't get up.
Standing in the empty alley, looking at the closed door next door, the teenager was a little bit laughed and sighed. After living a lot of years, Meng Lang was so! But who would have thought that he was clearly dead, and when he opened his eyes again and returned to his teenager before he got married, when he finally determined this, he dropped everything and ran to this small northern city.
He was impatient, he wanted to see her.
In this life, he must guard her to grow up so that she no longer experiences all those things.
Without Xu Yanru, without those twists and turns, only he and her. As long as he thought of it, his long-dried heart burst into excitement.
The boy stood for a while, intending to go back first, just turned around and saw a little girl walking towards here not far.
The little girl hasn't grown tall yet, but she has become a little beauty. With a small white face, big eyes, and a pair of girls, wearing a pink blouse, she couldn't say she was pretty and pretty.
It's like a sibling, so the boy recognized it at a glance.
It turned out that she looked like this when she was young.
Between thoughts, the little girl had already come to him, and looked curiously at the Qingjun boy who was higher than her both ends: "Who are you looking for?"
I'm looking for you.
The author has something to say: Haha, this extravaganza ends here, leaving a little rhyme, the future of Laotangzi and Xiaoyao Niang must be beautiful.
You guessed the beginning, but didn't guess the end. ^ _ ^ I always felt that even the same soul and the same identity, but because of different experiences, that is not the ‘he’.
Occasionally, I see some people asking Tangtang what she likes about Yaoyao. It's not surprising to see her. No one is selling melon here. In fact, isn't that the love between the two is just these experiences, pieced together piece by piece, becoming the only one that no one can replace.