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Chapter 129 The Prince dies in infancy
Gou Yue's face was not what Yuanyi had in mind, but the turquoise forehead belonged to Aunt Taran, so there was no mistaking this.

Aunt Taran, who had protected her when she was a child, taught herself how to defend herself, and vented her anger on her behalf, was now in front of her, and Yuanyi was so happy that she wanted to jump up and down.

He is the new master of the royal court, but he is also a child who has been lonely since childhood and has always longed to be loved.

That night, it rained in the royal court.

The Royal Court is located in the north, where it rarely rains during the year.

Gou Yue was lying on the original bed, with the rain pouring down outside.

She was very sleepy, but couldn't sleep.It wasn't until late at night that I could sleep.

In her dream, she had a very long dream, so long that she felt like she was stuck in a dream and couldn't wake up.

In the dream, there was another red rain.

Red rain fell on her body and slipped into her eyes, stinging her eyes.

She rubbed her eyes hard, trying to open them to see something.

The sacrifices of the sacrifices were eaten up by the onlookers, and blood dripped down the corners of each of their mouths, mixed with red and falling to the ground like rain.

She panicked and stopped everyone who was eating the sacrifice.

She didn't know why she did it, it was just instinct driving her.

The crowd ate the sacrifices ferociously, and Gou Yue failed to stop any of them.

She squatted down, covered her ears tightly with her hands, and buried her head deeply in her knees.

She was scared, but she didn't know what she was scared of.

The red rain is still falling.

After an unknown amount of time, she could no longer hear the noise of the crowd, as if everything was over.

She raised her head from her knees and saw a pile of bones.

Bai Gu had no expression, but Gou Yue felt that she was in agony.

She stepped forward and wanted to caress the bones to make them feel better.

As soon as my hand touched the bones, I seemed to be able to hear the painful groans of the bones.

Gou Yue wanted to take the bones away and find a place to bury them.

She didn't know where to take the bones with her, so she just walked aimlessly.

How could she forget that her mother was buried by her own hands.

Mother's favorite orchids were also planted on it.

The place with the orchids is the burial place of my mother.

She wanted to find Talanhua, find her mother, and bring her back to Yandi.

The painful memories gave Gou Yue a splitting headache.

Tal orchid?Where is the mother under the orchids?

There are orchids blooming everywhere on the grassland!

It was still dark, and it was still raining heavily outside.

Gou Yue sat up and curled up on the bed holding the quilt.

She was a little afraid, afraid of rainy days and the dark night outside.Just like her dreams, it is detached and breathless.

Gou Yue was a little confused and couldn't tell what was a dream and what was reality.

She wondered if she was still dreaming.

She wondered if it was really raining outside.

Opening the door, Gou Yue walked into the rain.

The rain in early spring, still carrying the chill of winter, fell on Gou Yue's head.

Hair, shoulders, fingertips, ankles.

She stood there, letting the rain soak her whole body.

Just like in a dream, she didn't know where she was going, she just walked forward numbly, surrounded by her legs.

In the heavy rain, Gou Yue knelt in a sea of ​​orchid flowers, using her hands as a shovel to dig out soil one by one.

She didn't know why she did this, but she just felt that the more digging she did, the closer she would be to finding her mother.

The rain fell from Gou Yue's hair and fell into the soil, but nothing could be seen.

One inch, two inches, the pit is getting deeper and deeper, and Gou Yue is sinking into the pit bit by bit.

The gravelly soil scratched her knuckles, and the blood flowing from the wound stuck to the soil that scratched her knuckles.

She didn't feel any pain and was digging at the soil like crazy.

Suddenly, Gou Yue's fingers no longer touched soft soil.

With the help of the rain, Gou Yue could see clearly, and she finally found her mother.

For a moment, what fell on Gou Yue's face was not clear whether it was rain or tears.

When the first ray of morning light shone on the grassland, the rain stopped.

After regaining her consciousness, she wanted to take her mother away from here.

Gou Yue, who was taking her mother with her, was much slower than when she arrived.

She didn't want her mother to go through so many bumps again.

Gou Yue found an inn before dark.

Strange to say, an inn named Gele stood alone on the roadside, with no village in front of it or any shop behind it.

When the waiter saw that the visitor was a girl, he hurriedly ran a few steps out to greet her.

I thought the store would be deserted, with few people staying there.

I didn't expect that the inn would be so lively as soon as I stepped in the door.

The inn is not big, there are only three tables, and all three tables are full of guests.

Gou Yue had been traveling all day, and there was nowhere she could find a decent meal.

"Excuse me, can I sit here?"

Gou Yue stood at a table holding a bowl of noodles.

The man on the grassland is rough, and his voice can be heard clearly even from three steps away.

Gou Yue couldn't believe her ears. They were talking about Yanbo Cliff?
Is it the Yan Boya whom he has been looking for and who even in his dreams wanted to kill him?
She placed a plate of beef on the table next to her and sat down at the table to listen carefully.

The spring in Liangzhu comes much earlier than in the grassland, and the willow trees in the yard have already sprouted.

After Gou Yue left, Wen Yuanzhi spent much less time in the small house than before.

He is busier than before.

The Han family, Xie family and other aristocratic families have collapsed, but the affairs in the court cannot be left alone for a day.

In addition to temporarily handling the vacant affairs of the family, Wen Yuanzhi also wanted to look for capable people.

Fortunately, Gou Yue was not in Liangzhu. If she were in Liangzhu, she would definitely feel sorry for herself again.

The Yan people have the custom of outing, and the Chu people also celebrated the Yan Festival after coming to Yan.

Folks go outing, and the royal family also goes outing.

It's just that royal outings are not as pure as folk ones.

On the first day of spring, Modu went for an outing to Xiaocang Peak outside Liangzhu. He said it was to see the scenery, but in fact it was to see the talented people.

If the imperial court wants to be stable, it needs to give scholars all over the world a way out.

It is definitely not a good thing for officials in North Korea and China to be monopolized by aristocratic families.

On this point, Mo Du and Wen Yuanzhi reached a consensus very early on.

At this time, the power of the aristocratic family is weakened, which is the best opportunity to support the poor family.

On the first day of spring, Mo Du took only one guard and drove to Xiaocang Peak in a simple carriage.

Liangzhu is located in a plain, and Xiaocang Peak is the only hill in this area.

It is said that things are rare and valuable, and people living in the plains always have a different kind of affection for mountains.

Xiaocang Peak is not a royal palace. When Modu arrived, the riverside under Xiaocang Peak was already full of Liangzhu people.

Children playing Cuju on the grass, girls splashing water and praying by the Xiaocang River, and men and women chatting in low voices under the trees all exude a sense of vitality.

Modu is really having fun with the people today.

The Xiaocang River is quiet and deep, making it a good place for drinking water.Wen Yuanzhi and Fu Xian have been waiting here for a long time.

Fu Xian was Wen Yuanzhi's first encounter in Mei County.

On the day Wenyuan first met Fu Xian, he was selling calligraphy on the streets of Mei County.

The writing on the desk is elegant and graceful, and the writing is elegant and graceful.

Mei County is poor, and it is difficult for ordinary families to live in poverty. It is generally difficult to have money for their children to study and learn calligraphy.

People without money cannot write such words, but those who can write such words do not have to live on the streets.

Literati cherished each other, and out of admiration for the calligrapher, Wen Yuanzhi took out two copper plates and bought the most expensive pair.

Wen Yuanzhi saw Mo Du sitting down and said, "This brother, do you want to drink from our cup of water?"

Modu nodded and accepted the appointment.

Wen Yuanzhi poured a glass of wine and placed it upstream, and the wine glass flowed downwards.

While the wine glasses were still far away from the three of them, he said: "Usually, we have to compose poems when we drink wine. Today we are going to do something different."

Fu Xian cupped his fists and said, "Brother Wen, do you have any new ideas?"

"You and I are both members of the official family, and the gentleman opposite seems to be from a noble family. Why don't we discuss state affairs."

Modu sat across from him and looked at the two people across the river with a smile.

Modu wanted to support the poor family, but Wen Yuanzhi only recommended one person, Fu Xian.

Wen Yuanzhi praised the Fu Xian to great effect in Qinzheng Palace. He rarely praised a person so much.

The person chosen by Mo Du is to replace the Han family. This position is related to the stability of the court. The person in this position is very important and needs to be carefully screened.

Modu shook the folding fan in his hand and said with a bit of joking, "Isn't this bad? I heard that the higher ups will blame me for discussing state affairs arbitrarily."

As soon as these words came out, both Mo Du and Wenyuan were observing Fu Xian's reaction.

Fu Xian was not annoyed after hearing this, "Brother, judging from your clothes, you must be either rich or noble. Whether you are rich or noble, you must have only developed in the past few years."

Modu said interestingly, "How did you find out?"

"I am originally from Liangzhu. I moved to the south due to war in my early years. There is no one in Liangzhu who can wear brocade."

"What does that mean?"

"Explain that state affairs are a matter for the world and not for the court; the prosperity of the country is not a matter for the court but for the people. If the court does something, the country will be rich and the people are strong; if the people are concerned, there will be no troubles."

A few words gave Mo Du some understanding of this young man.

"Okay, okay, the person Wen Xiang found for me is really as you said, young and full of energy."

Hearing Mo Du call himself me, Fu Xian knelt down and paid homage.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Get up quickly. I have something else to ask you."

The spring breeze is getting stronger, but it does not shine into Han Cheng's Queen's Palace at all.

Years ago, the imperial physician had declared that if the crown prince could survive until spring, he could survive for a few more years.

The imperial doctor's words were very cryptic, but Han Cheng still understood what the imperial doctor meant.

Little by little, she endured the coldest season in Liangzhu.

Even if her child doesn't grow up, it's still good to have her by her side for a few more years.

The winter snow melted and the spring breeze blew, but Han Cheng's tense nerves did not relax at all.

The child's illness did not gradually improve as the weather warmed up as the imperial doctor said, but instead became worse and worse.

A few years ago, I could get up and move around, but now I am sleeping most of the day.

Han Cheng stayed by his child's side every night, never taking a step away.

Every night when she couldn't sleep, she wondered what kind of evil thing she had done to deserve this retribution.

If you can't get your loved one, you won't be able to raise a child if you finally have one.

The spring breeze brought warmth, but took away Han Cheng's heart and soul.

Han Cheng's heart hurt so much and she felt so helpless.

She didn't know who she should go to, but she just felt that Mo Du should appear in front of her.

Han Cheng sent people to find Mo Du. He sent out several waves of people, but no one could find Mo Du.

After a few glasses of wine, Wen Yuanzhi felt dizzy due to the wind blowing by the Xiaocang River.

He was not suitable for drinking, but he was really happy today, so after a few sips he became like this.

On the way back, Wen Yuanzhi sat in Mo Du's carriage, and the emperor and his ministers rode in the same carriage.

Modu was in high spirits, sitting in the carriage and reciting the words he had written before entering the customs from time to time.

The setting sun hides behind Xiaocang Peak, reflecting the outline of Xiaocang Peak into gold.

Thousands of rays of light penetrated through the clouds, and the glow was like thousands of golden lights, dyeing the clouds in the sky red and shining the earth in a golden light.

"Ayuan, as long as you are here, I will definitely walk on this golden road like you and me."

Wen Yuanzhi nodded and said that his ideal of peace in the world and eternal rule of the country would be realized.

Modu patted Wen Yuanzhi on the shoulder, and the next second, he fell on Wen Yuanzhi's body.

The large mouthfuls of blood dyed Wenyuanzhi's ink-colored robe red.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

Wen Yuanzhi helped Modu up, but the blood in his mouth still couldn't stop flowing down.

"Don't...don't tell others..."

Every time Mo Du said a word, blood gurgled out of his mouth, which was extremely frightening.

The carriage did not go back to the palace directly. As soon as it entered the city gate, it turned to Wen Yuanzhi's small house.

At this moment, Mo Du no longer vomited blood, and his face was as pale as a piece of paper, as if he had just lost all his strength.

There was no way to wear any more clothes. After bathing in the small house, he put on Wen Yuanzhi's clothes again.

Except for his bad complexion, Mo Du looked almost the same as before.

The sun has set. Mo Du has been out of the palace for too long, so it's time to return to the palace.

Jin Ge brought soft cushions and spread them in the carriage, and Mo Du leaned against the carriage, trying to make the carriage as stable as possible so that Mo Du would be less bumpy.

Mo Du returned to the tomb, but before he could recover, he heard the sad news that the crown prince had died of illness.

This time it was even more out of control.

A large mouthful of blood spat onto the brocade quilt, staining the dragons embroidered on it red.

The imperial doctor was afraid that Mo Du would choke while lying down, so he hurriedly asked someone to help him up.

"Your Majesty, this..."

The imperial doctor ordered him to step forward and feel his pulse. He found that the pulse was full and smooth, and the string was too stringy. It did not follow the long shaft and was not soft at the ends.

He didn't dare say it was floating hair veins.

Those with floating pulses will have floating pulses in the third month of spring and will die in the third month of summer.

The imperial doctor was wary and did not dare to speak out.

"Tell me, how long can I have?"

"Your Majesty, if you are ill at this time, if you can live a good life, you will be able to..."

"What can I do?"

"It will definitely prolong your life and make you live forever."

The imperial doctor ordered Mo Du to be given acupuncture every day, closing several important acupuncture points on his body, which would slow down the circulation of blood and allow him to last longer.

Every time he came, he would tell Mo Du to take a good rest and not to worry about state affairs.

Silent poison works every day, but never takes a day off.

How could he rest? The crown prince he and Han Cheng had died in infancy, and a country without a heir was not a permanent situation.

The aristocratic families have collapsed, and a large number of positions in the court have been vacant. These places have to be filled.

Wanting to support the Korean people, I just found a Fu Xian, but I haven't officially led him to the temple yet.

The imperial court has not yet been able to truly exercise effective jurisdiction over the Yan people's settlements in the south, far away from Liangzhu.

He had too many things to do, so he could only force himself to do a little more, and then a little more.

Except for the imperial doctor, no one in the palace knew about Mo Du's condition.

(End of this chapter)