Lonely non-good minister

Song Yuan thought about it seriously: "Maybe." But so what?

Borrowing his life is just an excuse and a scapegoat. Without this charge, how can he tell the whole world that Song Chun's death was because of that sword? It wasn't just a life extension, so how could she make Emperor Hong Ming betray his relatives? How do you explain that your body suddenly deteriorated due to the backlash?

"Then why Uncle Ninth?" Song Ce asked subconsciously. Halfway through his words, he stopped hastily, pursed his lips slightly and then lost his voice: "I know, he must want to use this to negotiate terms with Uncle Ninth. If Uncle Ninth agrees, If we kill him, we must maintain Wu Gu's status in the Wei Dynasty. We must indulge them like the late emperor. Killing him will let everyone know Uncle Jiu's determination to get rid of Wu Gu."

His explanation was very reasonable. Song Yuan did not judge whether it was right or wrong. He just ate his midnight snack in silence and let Song Ce figure it out for himself.

She was in poor health and had no intention of staying vigil in front of Mr. Shen. When the time was almost up, she planned to leave. Unexpectedly, Ms. Shen convulsed again. Not only that, she also grabbed Song Ce's clothes and shouted loudly, saying She was talking nonsense and going crazy, but Song Ce was so frightened that the imperial doctor was right in front of her and hurriedly administered needles and medicine before holding her down.

Song Ce was so frightened that he was dragged outside by the chamberlain and still didn't come to his senses. Song Yuan was sullen and silent, and the outer hall was eerily silent.

After waiting anxiously for half a stick of incense, the imperial doctor, sweating profusely, hurriedly came out: "Your Majesty, I'm afraid the Queen Mother is..."

The imperial doctor did not dare to make it too obvious. Song Ce rushed in as soon as he heard this, and Song Yuan also hurried in. Song Ce was seen kneeling by the bed and calling out to the emperor's grandmother, but Shen's eyes were tightly closed and her lips were pursed. If it weren't for the pain on her face, anyone who looked at her pale face would think she was no different from a dead person.

Soon, Xiao Shen and Mu Wan Tang arrived. After Xiao Shen took a closer look, he just sighed and shook his head, while Mu Wan Tang stood next to Song Yuan with sadness on his face.

"Royal Grandmother." Song Ce cried very loudly, but unfortunately Shen couldn't give him any response. After all, the breath he held up couldn't last long before he swallowed it.

The imperial doctor boldly stepped forward to take a look and hurriedly knelt down. Seeing this, all the palace attendants hurriedly knelt down. Mu Wantang also hurriedly knelt down. Little Shen stood aside in tears and said nothing, while Song Yuan remained silent.

She knew very well that Mr. Shen would not survive New Year's Eve and had been prepared for her departure. Even though she had received a lot of love from Ms. Shen since she was a child, it was hard for her to tolerate Mr. Shen's actions after she ascended the throne.

She didn't live long, and she wanted Song Wei to succeed to the throne, so she couldn't let the pedantic Shen family live. Otherwise, if those mediocre people from the Shen family were to ascend to high positions, the Wei Dynasty would be completely destroyed.

She went out for a national funeral two years ago, so she naturally couldn't celebrate New Year's Eve. Shen's funeral ceremony was very grand. Song Yuan personally drafted the posthumous title Chongde Empress Dowager for her, which formed a sharp contrast with the posthumous title Li Zong of Emperor Hongming. Song Run and Song Wei hurried back and could not see each other for the last time, so they could only stay at the funeral to express their condolences without eating or drinking.

Song Yuan excused himself to being unwell and only went to worship in front of the spirit every day, and spent the rest of the time in Taihua Hall.

Her body was getting weaker and weaker, and she was unable to cope with the mountain of memorials. Even if she took medicinal soup every day, she could not withstand the loss of Qi deficiency and blood loss.

Before Shen's funeral was over, Song Yuan was bedridden.

Song Run couldn't care about the funeral ceremony, so he hurriedly came to her to take care of her. Seeing that she was so difficult to get in, even a good grown man had red circles in his eyes.

"Did we kill too much, that's why we suffered this retribution?" He sat on the edge of the bed, covering his face with his hands, feeling extremely painful. If he could, he wished he had suffered this crime for Song Yuan.

Song Yuan leaned on the pillow, with an extremely calm expression on his face: "Life and death are determined by fate, and you can't blame others." She said this, and Song Run felt even sadder. Song Yuan's reign was too short, but the whole Wei Dynasty With a new look, if she was given some more time, it would be just around the corner to go south and unify the world, but her body was not good either.

"My body is in danger of dying. I have to discuss a major matter with my second brother." Song Yuan hugged the hand stove in his arms tightly: "I originally intended for Wei Ge to inherit the throne, so I arranged for him to go to Liaodong. I thought I want to spend a few years accumulating experience and then transfer back to Jingzhao to handle government affairs, but there is not enough time. After I leave, I will ask my second brother to stay in Jingzhao to assist."

When Song Run heard this, he felt even sadder: "Did you have such a plan from the beginning?"

"Yes, I just hope that Wei Ge will treat my mother and the Queen well." Song Yuan looked at him: "I also ask the second brother to promise me to take good care of my mother for me and not to embarrass the Queen."

Song Run felt sad when he heard this: "Don't worry, as long as I'm here, I will treat them well."

"One more thing." Song Yuan took out an imperial edict from the side of his pillow: "Mr. An has helped me a lot since Leping. Without him, there would be no me, and the current situation of the Wei Dynasty would not be there. Although he has no intention of being an official, But I really don’t want to treat him badly, so I drafted a decree to reward him with the title of Marquis. Mr. Yan has made merit in making firearms, and I also asked my second brother to award him a reward. Zhou Ye is now guarding Liaodong to expand the territory. This person is a rare talent. , please second brother reuse it."

She highlighted these three people, and although Song Run didn't know why, he agreed.

"I hope it will be what they want." Song Yuan handed over the imperial edict.

She knew that these people would be able to return to their original world when they reached the highest level of achievement in Anzhou. In terms of selfishness, she hoped that they would stay and rely on their abilities to enhance the power of the Wei Dynasty. However, regardless of selfishness, she still chose to respect them and leave. They have been home for too long, and they also want to go back.

Although she has changed the original trajectory of history since she killed Liang He, nothing can be forced. Even though she keeps saying that she does not believe in destiny, Song Yuan still feels that her current situation should be retribution.

She was supposed to die when she was fifteen, but she didn't die because of Guan Yan's unexpected intervention. She came back by accident and lived for so long. Such luck must come with conditions, so she is still lingering on the bed now. It's not an injustice.

After entrusting the important affairs of the court to Song Run, Song Yuan was also tired. She didn't know how long she had been in a drowsy sleep. She didn't want to drink the soup and medicine sent by the imperial doctor. They were all useless things. After drinking too much, her mouth was full of It was the bitter taste that made her nauseous, and she had no appetite for the meal soup carefully prepared by Xiao Shen.

Shen's funeral ceremony was over and the cold winter had passed. The February wind was still chilly. Song Wei, who had begun to participate in politics, came to pay his respects every day. When the door was opened and closed, the wind would always leak in.

Song Yuan lay on the small couch in front of the window every day and stared outside in a daze. When Song Wei talked to her about the affairs of the DPRK, she rarely told Song Wei what to do, and only asked Song Wei to discuss with the ministers.

Her spirit became worse and worse, Song Wei suggested that she go to the palace to rest, and Song Yuan readily agreed.

She didn't want to die in the palace. Ever since she left Zhongshan to follow Li Zong to Jingzhao and had an accident and was occupied by a dove, she had never been free and unrestrained. Now she had a chance.