My diary of transcendence from the heavens

Chapter 97 95. The emperor is about to die, and he is entrusted with a heavy responsibility

night time.

Someone knocked on Zhao Xuanqi's door.

Zhao Xuanqi opened the door and took a look.

I was immediately surprised.

He didn't expect to meet this woman.

The woman in front of her was dressed in mink clothes, with jade hairpins and gold jewelry. She exuded a strong sense of nobility. Although she was already in her 30s, she still had charm and mature charm.

Her skin is as white as snow, seeming to blend in with the snowflakes in the sky, and her face is delicate.

Even though they had not seen each other for many years, Zhao Xuanqi recognized who this woman was at the first sight.

Princess Xiaoyao!

The eldest daughter of Emperor Jingming!

A smile broke out on Princess Xiaoyao's face, but it gave people the impression that she was smiling but not smiling: "What? Don't you welcome me?"

Zhao Xuanqi shook his head and said: "It's too late now. If a man and a woman are alone in the same room, I'm afraid it will easily damage the princess's demeanor. Why don't we just say what we have to say at this door."

Princess Xiaoyao smiled and said: "Is this how you treat guests? The snow is falling outside, so you let a weak woman stay outside like this? Besides, whoever dares to chew my tongue, I will have to pull out his tongue!"

With that said, she walked directly past Zhao Xuanqi into the room.

Only then did Zhao Xuanqi notice that Princess Xiaoyao was actually holding a child of about six or seven years old.

Princess Xiaoyao slowly walked into the house with her child in hand.

Zhao Xuanqi couldn't help but remain silent.

What do you want to do?

I am a gentleman.

Don't do anything bad.

At this time, any man would inevitably have overthinking, but Zhao Xuanqi wisely stopped imagining, closed the door calmly, and slowly asked the princess to take a seat.

The two of them were sitting on chairs respectively, and the child was squatting on the bench next to him, stretching out his hands to warm himself by the stove.

The child looks cute and wears a yellow cotton-padded jacket, which gives people an exquisite and translucent look. He is a little boy.

Zhao Xuanqi looked at the child and asked the woman next to him: "Are you already married? I haven't heard the news about You getting married. I didn't expect that you even have a child. This child is so cute!"

Princess Xiaoyao covered her mouth and laughed out loud: "Don't talk nonsense, this is my father's grandson, that is, my nephew, I am not married yet!"

Zhao Xuanqi was stunned: "Is this child your Majesty's grandson?"

He looked at the child in surprise.

I found that apart from the cute appearance of this child, I really couldn’t tell that he was the emperor’s grandson.

And Princess Xiaoyao is not married yet. If the guess is correct, she is probably 32 years old now, right?Not even married yet!
Super old leftover girl!

Zhao Xuanqi looked at Princess Xiaoyao with strange eyes.

Princess Xiaoyao seemed to have seen Zhao Xuanqi's thoughts. She lightly opened her red lips and said slowly: "I am such an outstanding woman, and there are not many men in this world who can fall in my eyes. Instead of just marrying a man and living my life, it would be better to I’ve been alone for the rest of my life.”

There seemed to be resentment in the woman's eyes.

Zhao Xuanqi tilted his head, pretending not to see, and focused on the little boy.

I have to say, this kid looks really cute.

He has jet black hair and a face that is of royal blood. You can see his delicate facial features at a young age, and he will definitely be a handsome guy when he grows up.

In particular, his eyes are very big and dark, giving people the feeling of looking at spring water, which is full of water.

What is particularly eye-catching is that the little boy has a tear mole in the corner of his eye, which adds a unique charm to the boy.

Zhao Xuanqi's first comment was: This little boy looks more like a girl.

Princess Xiaoyao curled her lips in dissatisfaction and said immediately: "What fun is there for a child to just look at it? How about touching it? This is my father's child, and ordinary people can't touch it!"

Zhao Xuanqi smiled.

He stared at the little boy's mole.

Curious, I touched it.

The little boy immediately took a step back, like a frightened little beast, and quickly hid behind Princess Xiaoyao, only sticking his head out to look at Zhao Xuanqi.

Zhao Xuanqi could see the look of disgust in the little boy's eyes.

This little guy disliked me touching his mole.

Princess Xiaoyao was shocked: "I asked you to touch his head, touch the child's head, especially for you, the champion. After touching it, you can increase your literary quality. You are lucky enough to touch his tear mole. He hates other people touching his mole, so don’t let him bite you..."

The little boy retorted in a crisp voice: "Auntie, I don't bite..."

His voice was very gentle, and judging from his eyes, this little boy was not bad in nature and was kind and gentle.

Zhao Xuanqi asked: "What do you want to do when you bring a child to see me?"

Princess Xiaoyao said dissatisfied: "Can't we meet our old friends? You and I almost became husband and wife at that time!"

Black lines appeared on Zhao Xuanqi's face.

Can you please stop mentioning this dark history?
I'm over thirty now, but now I think of that scene from more than ten years ago, and it feels quite interesting.

Zhao Xuanqi put aside the topic and said, "What is this child's name?"

Princess Xiaoyao replied: "My surname is Wei, my name is Quji."

Zhao Xuanqi asked in confusion: "Quji? Why is it called such a name?"

Princess Xiaoyao answered: "I am the eldest daughter of my father. In addition, my father also gave birth to several sons. However, due to various factors, they were all weak and sick. They either died young or were disabled due to accidents. Being alive, even giving birth to a grandchild is a hardship."

"My nephew is also miserable. Several brothers and sisters died of illness until he was born, so he was named Quji. He is my father's favorite grandson and the only one who grew up healthily."

Zhao Xuanqi looked surprised. He didn't expect that the descendants of Emperor Jingming would be so miserable.

The son is either dead or disabled.

Even the grandson is only growing up as healthy as he is now, which really makes people don’t know how to evaluate him.

Maybe this is the result of overindulgence?

He had countless wives and concubines, but most of his children and grandchildren died in infancy. In the end, only one grew up healthy and healthy. This is indeed a destiny!
What did Zhao Xuanqi want to say.

Princess Xiaoyao was the first to ask, "What do you think of this child?"

Her tone was very strange. It seemed to be a casual question, but it also seemed to be a very important question. There was a vague expectation and complicated emotions in her eyes.

If it could be described in words, Zhao Xuanqi felt that the princess's current expression and eyes were like a fan-shaped statistical chart.

Zhao Xuanqi replied: "This child is okay. He looks gentle and kind, but he is an easy person to get along with."

After saying this, Zhao Xuanqi immediately regretted it.

He sensed something was wrong.

More than a month or two ago, Emperor Jingming acted like he was leaving an orphan, and now the eldest princess came with her only grandson to ask what his evaluation was. What on earth was he going to do?
If Zhao Xuanqi was more stupid, he might not have thought that something was wrong, but unfortunately, he was not particularly stupid.

Two things are connected.

Then Zhao Xuanqi's face immediately fell.

Princess Xiaoyao saw Zhao Xuanqi's expression. She originally wanted to pretend as if nothing had happened, but in the end she sighed.

I can’t hide it any more. Is there anything else I should be busy doing?

Sooner or later it will be known.

She dropped some bombshell news.Emperor Jingming is dying!
……

three days later.

Bitter snowy night.

In the Qiming Hall, Emperor Jingming was lying on the bed. His face was as pale as paper, his hair was also pale, and he looked haggard and old. Even if a dead tree was half buried in the ground, his lips were abnormally white.

He was covered with a thick quilt, but he was still cold and his body was shaking constantly.

It was obvious that the stove in the house was burning brightly, and the air in the palace was obviously full of burning heat, but the old man just felt cold.

Important civil and military ministers stood on both sides with stern faces.

Everyone's face was extremely heavy, just like the dark clouds in the sky, with a gloomy aura. This gloom seemed to be able to squeeze out water, and was very depressing.

When Zhao Xuanqi arrived, he could only hear the imperial doctor next to him saying helplessly: "A few days ago, His Majesty said that he always saw ghosts. He always said that he saw ghosts. The house was obviously empty, but he just said that there were many people, and he also said that someone wanted to Came to pick him up..."

Although the imperial doctor said nothing.

But it seems like nothing has been said.

When people are about to die, they can usually see things that others cannot see. Just like many old people have many omens before they die, the most common of which is seeing ghosts.

In his previous life, the father of one of Zhao Xuanqi's classmates was obviously in good health, but suddenly he said that ghosts always came to him and he could always see ghosts. As a result, he really passed away not long after.

Now that Emperor Jingming has summoned all the important civil and military ministers, and also summoned himself, the marshal of the world's soldiers and horses, it is self-evident.

Basically, it’s all about Tuogu!
The emperor may not survive tonight!
Maybe tonight will be the last night for this old man.

Knowing this, Zhao Xuanqi felt mixed emotions in his heart.

A few days ago, he was thinking about helping Emperor Jingming regain the mountains and rivers and conspire for great things, but now the emperor is not able to do it!

He slowly came to the bed and looked at the haggard old man in front of him. He didn't know how to speak for a moment.

In the first one or two months, I was still very healthy and could talk and laugh.

Just a month or two without seeing each other makes a person age so quickly.

Time spares no one, and the years are full of hardships!
Emperor Jingming was too old to look good, his hair was gray, and even his speaking voice was a little awkward, hoarse and stuttering.

When he saw Zhao Xuanqi arriving, his face showed an abnormal rosiness, and he suddenly became energetic:
"Hurry up and give me a seat."

The eunuch next to him immediately found a seat.

Zhao Xuanqi was reluctant to sit down at first. In this situation, everyone was standing, but what would he look like if he sat down?

However, Emperor Jingming did not speak until he sat down.

Zhao Xuanqi had no choice but to sit on the chair, close to the edge of Emperor Jingming's bed.

Emperor Jingming then spoke slowly:
"I'm afraid it won't work."

"Everything has to be left to you."

"Zhao Aiqing, you are the person I trust most, and I will leave my little grandson to you."

Next to him, the little boy stood eagerly with red eyes. It was obvious that although he was very young, he also knew that his dearest and most beloved grandpa Huang was leaving.

Zhao Xuanqi opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. In the end, he could only nod.

Emperor Jingming actually gave himself such an important task...

Jingming saw Zhao Xuanqi nodding, a smile appeared on his face, and then he said: "You are not good at government affairs. Apart from you, Zhou Xuan is also good. I will order him to be the prime minister. You two will support each other in both civil and military affairs. What do you think?" How about it?"

Zhao Xuanqi said: "But it is up to Your Majesty to make the decision."

Zhao Xuanqi has heard of Zhou Quan.

As the name suggests, this person is very thorough in doing things, and he comes from a poor family. He understands the suffering of the world and the suffering of the people, and he has always been honest and upright in his work.

Zhou Quan is over 50 years old and has a very senior official position. When the wealthy families are being slaughtered, only he can suppress other officials.

Zhou Quan stood nearby and saluted Zhao Xuanqi.

Emperor Jingming looked at the eldest princess again: "Princess Xiaoyao is my favorite daughter. I have been too indulgent towards her, which has caused her to be too proud in many things. I hope you will forgive me."

"Qu Ji is very good, but he is too young. He will be the new emperor in the future, and Princess Xiaoyao is his aunt. I think she will also take good care of the new emperor."

"The new emperor will be left to you three."

If possible, Emperor Jingming really didn't want to pass on his position to the little boy, because the boy was too young.

But what can be done?

Several of his sons died crippled and overwhelmed, and they were either hesitant and suspicious when doing things, or they were radical, ignorant, and only knew how to make a desperate move.

In today's turbulent era, if a few of them are allowed to become emperors, the country may be in danger of collapse in an instant.

There may even be situations where the monarch and his ministers are jealous, and when the civil strife lasts, no one can save the country.

Only if Wei Quji, who passed his position to his grandchildren, reduced the burden on the country and left more work to capable people, would he have a chance.

He looked at the little boy with loving eyes.

The civil and military ministers next to him basically understood the matter of entrusting the orphan this time: Zhao Xuanqi, Zhou Quan, and Princess Xiaoyao were the ones to entrust the orphan.

Zhao Xuanqi ranked first, Zhou Quan ranked second, and Princess Xiaoyao ranked third.

After explaining the candidates, Emperor Jingming waved his hand and dismissed these important civil and military ministers. At the end of his life, he did not want to listen to the noise of so many people.

As a result, the civil and military ministers had no choice but to resign and wait quietly outside the palace. Even Princess Xiaoyao was kicked out.

Only Emperor Jingming, Zhao Xuanqi, and the young emperor who was about to succeed were left in the room.

Zhao Xuanqi suddenly remembered a sentence: Where is the way home when the wind and rain are precarious?
He looked at the emperor seriously.

Emperor Jingming suddenly sat up. Just this simple movement seemed to consume all his strength. He leaned against the bed and gasped for air.

Zhao Xuanqi supported him and kept touching the old man's chest.

Emperor Jingming's eyes were fixed on Zhao Xuanqi, his eyes were shining with light, and he began to speak continuously.

Basically, Emperor Jingming was talking, and Zhao Xuanqi was listening silently.

Emperor Jingming said a lot.

From the current state of the country to the past, he recalled going to fish in the river, stealing watermelon from the minister's house, and all kinds of household things when he was a child.

He was talking non-stop, chatting with Zhao Xuanqi about home affairs.

While chatting, they suddenly came up with the story of the day when Zhao Xuanqi won the first prize in the examination. The people of Chang'an City were celebrating, and the bell of the first prize spread throughout the capital.

He also talked about how he had forced Zhao Xuanqi to be his consort. He was the best among the four sects and the most powerful man in the world. He said that the reason his daughter did not marry for so long was because she could not find such a good man. She missed Zhao Xuanqi and would never be that good again. The man also said that he would have forced Zhao Xuanqi to be his son-in-law.

The current Emperor Jingming does not seem to be a lofty emperor, but an ordinary old man, like the most ordinary nagging old man in the countryside.

There is no airs at all, no majesty at all, just ordinary and simple.

He talks about everything, nags, and babbles.

Some of the words he said made Zhao Xuanqi unable to help but feel shy.

Facing all this, Zhao Xuanqi lowered his head silently, not daring to interrupt, let alone speak. When there was no sound, he raised his head and saw that Emperor Jingming was already dead.

This old emperor died like this.

He died on the bedside, lying down weakly in Zhao Xuanqi's arms, his head resting weakly on Zhao Xuanqi's shoulder.

He died in Zhao Xuanqi's arms.

This emperor did not survive this cold winter after all...

(End of this chapter)