I have given up to this point, but I still cannot protect the most beloved people forever? Can all this really end with death?

After a long time, the wind blew the snowflakes on the ground. Soon, a clot of blood-like red was annihilated.

How could he forget?

These are the blood of my son - my son has reached such a point of exhaustion. Why haven’t I noticed it before?

Ignore him?

Have you forgotten the family's inheritance?

Those men who never live to be 40 years old - even if they don't have a traitor, they are against God's will?

Just because of him and his "mother queen" - such a bad virtue?

He stood there in great pain, looking up at the endless, dark sky. Snowflakes floated and covered the world, as if they would not leave any way for the world to live.

After all, it’s another bad fate?

In such a conflict, everyone is destined to repay it by dying every time?

My son also repeated everyone's old path.

From then on, I can never go back!

He stood there and suddenly felt so boring—such failure and setback.

I am like a mouse in a gutter, giving in and avoiding again and again! I endure it again and again, endure it... I thought that if I turned myself into an airless person, everything would be fine.

But unexpectedly, it couldn't improve at all.

Instead, it has become more and more serious.

He leaned against the big tree. A burst of air ran around his chest, his limbs and bones seemed to be frozen. However, he could not spit out blood. He could not spit out any of it.

Just being stuffy - just like a person, watching the big stone falling from the sky, but unable to avoid it. He can never hide or dodge it.

Night dusk.

The Cining Palace is fragrant and a sumptuous dinner is already in place.

Emperor Hongwen held his son's hand and walked in.

When the child was on the snow outside, he kept jumping, talking and laughing. He had never noticed his father's abnormality at all, but he felt that his father was very energetic and kind, as if there was endless talk between father and son.

A whisper.

Sometimes, the father would occasionally say a joke, which made him laugh.

When Emperor Hongwen looked up, he saw Fangfei.

The child shouted first, "Empress Dowager, Empress Dowager, we are back..."

At this moment, he saw the smile on her face.

It was the smile of a tender woman... It had no purpose, right, just love - just a simple woman's happiness -

It was like a home-based woman waiting for her husband and son to go home.

I prepared a sumptuous dinner, changed my clothes, and everything was so appropriate.

Emperor Hongwen slowed down and felt a little dazed. It seemed that this was the first time in his life that he approached her so close, without any distance.

Even the children you hold.

That is between a real couple - no matter whether she admits it or not, no matter what the world looks at. But she is her own wife - these are her own wife and children.

That is the reality of a husband and wife, not the name of a husband and wife.

He felt very proud, very victorious—even very confident. Finally, he accelerated his pace a little and walked in.

The child had already run over and grabbed her hand.

She was slightly angry: "Why did you play so late? Not Eme at noon?"

While she spoke, she patted the snowflakes on the child cleanly. Hong'er raised her head and smiled: "I'm really a little hungry now. Father, are you?"

Emperor Hongwen quietly passed by, but the moment he entered the door, he grabbed her hand.

Then he replied: "I'm hungry, my father is hungry too."

Fangfei's hand shrank slightly and moved backward.

Emperor Hongwen smiled and let go of her hand.

My heart was still full of joy, just like the real male owner in this room - not the emperor, but as the male owner.

The fire is warm and the medicine is warm.

Fangfei brought it up and said lightly: "Your Majesty, you take medicine first, and then eat."

Emperor Hongwen did not refuse, but picked it up and drank it all in one go.

At this time, even though I knew the oil was gone, I refused to give up, as if I was trying to make the final struggle: No, I would never be willing to just do it.

Therefore, although he had stopped all the medicines from the imperial doctor, he would not refuse any medicines she prescribed. The weakness and hope buried in his heart were as if she was a magical demon hand-he only trusted her and attached to her

She, life and death, can only be by her.

He drank three different bowls of medicine.

Her medicine was very strong.

Emperor Hongwen didn't even ask, it was like drinking water.

The food is loved by both father and son.

That night, his appetite grew and he ate a whole bowl of rice.

After dinner, I told my child a story around the fire. It was too late. Fangfei reminded him: "Your Majesty, tomorrow, you will arrange things in the morning, and the next day, you will set off for Pingcheng."

He nodded, as if he had finally returned to reality.

Hong'er went to bed obediently and prepared for tomorrow's morning court.

If you are the emperor for one day, there will be no easy task in one day.

Emperor Hongwen could no longer stay in Cining Palace, so he could only return to the cold Xuanwu Palace.

The water in the hot spring was filled with a misty heat. He wanted to soak it again, but when he remembered Fangfei's warning, he said that he was no longer suitable to soak in the hot spring.

He just washed up and gave up.

The room was dead silent.

He was alone facing the bright lights, and there were a large stack of secret history and information on the table.

Only emperors of all dynasties know these things.

He didn't know how much Fangfei knew. And it was his first time reading it. Deep down, he had always been very taboo about encounters like his father and never wanted to face this naked side.

Now, it's completely broken.

Taizu, who had an affair with his aunt, Taizong, who had a sister, and Taizong... the emperor who was killed by an unfilial son... one by one, until his father, had no good ending.

Now, I am having an affair with my "stepmother".

Is that true?

He was unwilling to give up.

Totally unwilling to give up.

That is not my own shame - no! That is my first love, my own woman. Why should I put myself on the pillar of shame and let myself bear such sin?

Could it be that today, I can only die in such humiliation?

He raised his hand and threw the pile of secret history into the stove together.

A burst of smoke and paper scraps flew everywhere, like butterflies in the fire.

The secret history of our ancestors, all grudges and scandals, have completely disappeared and turned into nothing... All curses have ended here.

That night, he slept very peacefully.

Maybe it's because of the medicine, maybe it's because of burning... Just like Qin Shihuang, if it's all turned into ashes, it won't be spread again?

He felt very proud.

But when it was almost dawn, I suddenly dreamed of a group of cows and horses, queuing in line and holding shackles, and I don’t know whose soul was to be arrested.

He was watching the fun and was not afraid. When he opened his eyes, he found his head full of cold sweat.

The morning court was going on very fiercely.

Because I will return to Pingcheng tomorrow. The civil and military officials who spent the winter here for the first time all have a feeling of being completely liberated - returning to Pingcheng and returning to their hometown in Northeast China is the real foundation of their lives.

No matter how good Beiwudang is, they don’t love it.

Just like Luoyang is better, they all think that it is someone else’s place.

The memorials did not accumulate too much. Emperor Hongwen had already completed the processing before.

During these seven days, there was no more snow and snow. Only one place encountered a snow disaster and asked the court to help. Emperor Hongwen read the memorial and issued an order to provide disaster relief. The major event was basically over.
To be continued...