Lonely non-good minister

In Lechang Palace, little Shen was sitting by the window. The window was open and snowflakes kept blowing in. She completely ignored it and turned over the book in her hand absently.

Chunyang came in after inquiring about the news. He saw the wide open window and hurried over to close it: "Your Majesty is wearing such thin clothes, how can you open the window? What if it's freezing?"

"Leave it on." Little Shen said absently.

Chunyang hesitated for a moment, then looked out the window again, and then realized that it was in the direction of the East Palace. Even though he couldn't see anything through the many palaces, opening the window would reduce the barrier.

She had no choice but to get some thick clothes and put them on little Shen, and whispered: "The Queen, the Second Master and the Ninth Master have all gone, and all the doctors in the palace have also been called over. It seems that the Crown Prince is afraid that Your Majesty, are you really not going to take a look?"

"In what capacity should I go?" Little Shen's eyes were still looking at the words in the book: "He may not want me to see his haggard appearance. If I don't, then he will still look tall and heroic."

Chunyang couldn't bear it: "Is there anything you want to say to me?"

Xiao Shen thought about it for a while and finally shook her head: "There are some things that don't need to be said. If I say it too much, even I don't know if it's just for fun or if it's true."

She looked out the window with worried eyes: "I have asked myself many times these days, if I had talked to him earlier, would I have responded to him contrary to morality? I have accepted his sincere overtures for so many years, and I have been ignored by him I have been protecting you for so many years. If I talk about it, would my life be happier and more interesting?

But think about it, how could I have such thoughts? When I didn’t have Ayuan, I had to think about my parents’ reputation and the family atmosphere. With Ayuan, I have to think about her. I am the daughter of the Shen family and Ayuan’s mother. , whether it was when I was in the boudoir or when I entered the house as a concubine, I had no choice. I was destined to be unable to respond to his sincerity. "

Chunyang felt sad and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Rules and etiquette are the red lines that they cannot cross in this life. The family reputation is weighed on them. Who is a mere weak woman who dares to face the judgment of the world?

"You went to inquire about the news, did you hear anything else?" Xiao Shen was inevitably concerned about the current situation, not only Song Chun's situation, but also other people's reactions.

If Song Chun really dies, a big drama will emerge.

"The emperor has not been to the East Palace so far. He announced the imperial master's entry into the palace in the morning, and now he is still staying in Taihua Palace." Chunyang was a little dissatisfied. Even though she was working as a slave in the palace, she also knew that Emperor Hongming was here. How chilling it is.

Little Shen had already given up hope on Emperor Hong Ming. She only said: "The Emperor is taking his own life. With such coldness, even the deepest friendship in the past will fade away."

"Your Majesty, the people around the Crown Princess sent news that the Crown Princess is very dishonest now. She strongly recommended our Highness in front of the Queen a few days ago. Master Cui Bai and Cui also sent a special letter to ask if she would like to recommend us. Where is Your Highness?" Chunyang is really disgusted with Mrs. Lin, this woman always makes trouble for her mother-in-law and His Highness.

Xiao Shen's face turned cold: "If she wants to kill A Yuan, she can't just take action once and keep an eye on her."

"Yes." As soon as Chunyang responded, the bell rang, four times, all crashing into everyone's heart. The palace people panicked for a while, but no one dared to be careless, and they all knelt down. Chunyang also hurriedly Kneel down.Little Shen looked in the direction of the East Palace, slightly opening her lips, moving them several times before finally puckering her lips, and the tears she had been holding back for a long time suddenly fell down.

In the fourth year of the Hongming Dynasty, the prince Song Chun died of illness and was given the posthumous title Ming Gong.

He had been ill for such a long time, and everyone knew that he would not last long, so they were already prepared in their hearts. Faced with his departure, even Queen Shen was not too sad. After crying for two days, her mood changed. Smooth out.

Emperor Hongming was extremely sad. He cried loudly in front of all the officials and asked for a grand funeral ceremony. He was like a loving father who lost his beloved son. However, no one appreciated his performance except Song Wei and Song Ce who were there to support and persuade him. Once I tried to persuade him, no one else spoke.

He was so sad that he almost fainted before his death. He was temporarily sent back to Taihua Palace by the palace guards. After resting for half a day, he still didn't recover. He sat hunched over on the dragon chair and felt sad.

Mrs. Lin came in after being informed by the palace attendants. She was dressed in plain clothes, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and she looked haggard. Before she arrived, she knelt on the ground, suppressing her grief and admonishing: "The prince often lamented that he could not fulfill his filial piety to his children and let his father worry about him. Liang Duo, even if he is bedridden, he always blames himself for being in pain and worrying his father. Now that he is gone, I would like to ask my father to express his condolences and not to be too sad, otherwise the prince will not be able to rest in peace. "

As soon as she cried and said this, Emperor Hong Ming couldn't help but burst into tears again. Finally someone cooperated with his performance, and he let go: "God is unkind and takes away the life of my beloved son. It is so painful." Since my heart wants someone’s life, why not take it from me instead of hurting my son.”

"Father said this, why should the sons and ministers behave like this?" Mrs. Lin knew that he wanted to act, so she cooperated even more. She cried and said: "Weier is still young and still needs father's blessing. Please give me your best wishes." Take care of the dragon's body, and don't let your child follow the same path as the eldest son of the late emperor."

As he said that, Mrs. Lin knocked heavily on the ground.

These words hit Emperor Hong Ming's heart at once, and memories came flooding back. His eldest brother, the late emperor's most valued eldest son, was such a heroic and wise man. He almost achieved full success with the late emperor's campaigns in the east and west. With the support of civil and military officials, if nothing unexpected happened, the throne should have been his.

It's a pity that he was overconfident and fought all year round, forgetting that there was a group of ambitious brothers under him. All evidence showed that his death in battle was an accident. Even the late emperor thought so, but only Emperor Hongming knew that When an unexpected war occurs, it is the most tacit cooperation among brothers to strangle.

The late emperor was about to ascend the throne, and an eldest brother who overpowered all his brothers was the biggest obstacle. Even his children became a stumbling block for the brothers. In the royal family, without the protection of his father, no matter how thoughtful his mother was, she was just a woman. A smallpox attack would naturally end all hope in this lineage.

Even though he was as strong as the late emperor, he could only accept this unfortunate result after being furious.

Now, this kind of thing has turned on him. Emperor Hong Ming only felt that the reincarnation of heaven was reincarnated. For a moment, he felt cold all over. It was not for Song Chun who died in vain, nor for Song Wei who needed his protection. He was just simply afraid. Retribution befell you.

In order to ascend the throne, their brothers killed each other. His hands were stained with the blood of his brothers, and even his own father's blood. He was afraid that these things would come back.

"I" Emperor Hong Ming's voice trembled, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence: "I will protect Wei'er."