Chapter 42 Rebirth and Return to Eighteen Years Ago (7)
Yes.
Anyone is like air in the eyes of others. They cannot be seen, touched, or heard for fifteen years. No matter how calm and calm a person is, they will probably be driven crazy.
Yu Lan has always been relatively calm, but now that time has passed, he feels that he can't stand it.
At this moment, Yu Lan was sitting in the largest teahouse in Qingyang City as usual, listening to music. By the way, he listened to what was happening in the imperial capital recently to pass the time.
Today, the Mingyue Tower is full of guests again, and the sound of the piano is sweet.
The girl who sang the song was sitting in the same position as yesterday.
This young lady who sings the song has good looks. Her pair of almond-shaped eyes are sparkling with water, coupled with her frail figure and clear voice, she can attract young men from aristocratic families to come and support her every day.
Yu Lan was sitting by the window of the teahouse. Opposite her table was a young woman, waving a round fan and drinking tea.
Rather than saying that Yu Lan is sitting, it would be better to say that she is floating.
Because she can't actually touch the real thing, but she is used to being a human being. When she gets here, she will sit and listen to music like normal people.
When I was bored, I heard someone discussing something, and I seemed to listen carefully for a while.
"The emperor suddenly collapsed during the morning court today. After the diagnosis, the imperial doctor said that your majesty was overworked and was worried that he would not have much time left."
"What should we do? The Emperor has no heirs yet. What if..."
"Hush...what nonsense are you talking about? Your Majesty is a wise king in the prosperous times. He is protected by God and will definitely be fine."
Although he said this, he also knew that there was little hope this time.
Yu Lan couldn't help feeling a little emotional when she heard this.
The king of the Northern Territory Kingdom, the common ruler of the world, is the most noble man in the world. Yu Lan can imagine how graceful he was when he was young, fighting in the north and south.
But such a man is now over forty and has no children. Now he is facing the situation of having no heirs.
As an emperor, this is such a tragedy.
Think about it, my mother had two babies in three years, and my eldest sister also had three babies in two years, and the second time she gave birth to twin boys.
I can only say that it is really difficult for His Majesty the Emperor to have heirs.
A few days later.
The atmosphere in the emperor's palace was very depressing. The maids, eunuchs, and concubines in the palace were kneeling quietly in front of the bed.
Outside the palace, there were hundreds of civil and military officials kneeling on the ground.
At this time, Emperor Qingyuan was wearing a bright yellow middle coat and lying on the bed with a pale face. There was an old woman sitting on the bed beside him.
The woman was dressed in a dark purple palace dress and looked graceful and elegant, but the wrinkles on her face and the white hair on her head showed that she was very old.
The person sitting beside Emperor Qingyuan's bedside was none other than his biological mother, Queen Mother Shunming.
Looking at her son lying on the bed, the Queen Mother was heartbroken and tears welled up in her eyes.
As a mother, the saddest thing is having a white-haired person give away a black-haired person.
Holding her son's hand, the Queen Mother resisted the tears in her eyes. She was afraid that her son would feel uneasy seeing her leaving like this.
"Mother... ahem... I'm sorry... my son and I are unfilial... I can't fulfill my filial piety in front of you."
The low and hoarse voice was intermittent, and it was obvious that he was almost dying now.