At this time, no matter what you play, it is better than going to see the ancient pines in front of the tomb of the late emperor.
Although Emperor Hongwen had no interest in sleds, he also showed an enthusiastic look and looked at this rare thing for the first time.
"Father, do you think, do you like it?"
Emperor Hongwen smiled. This was the first time he saw this thing.
When he was a child, he never heard from his father.
The child has already set up his sled. It seems that he is already very skilled in playing.
He sat on the sled as if he was decent, and with his hands sliding in front of the starting point, he pushed back hard to start the sled. Soon, the sled started moving and he slid down with a giggle.
Emperor Hongwen watched him go down and was shocked, but soon, the child had stopped, grasped the balance, and raised his head and smiled at him: "Father, are you playing?"
Emperor Hongwen shook his head.
However, he walked over and looked at such things with great interest. In Beiwudang, no one played like this.
He looked carefully for a while before asking, "Hong'er, can the fairy grandfather play with this?"
"How, he taught me."
He suddenly asked again: "Can the Queen Mother play?"
"Oh, the Queen Mother doesn't. The Queen Mother never plays this."
He paused for a moment and did not ask any further.
The doubts in my heart became bigger and bigger, deepened. Since Fangfei and his son fell off the cliff, they have deepened this doubt, but they can never be solved.
Sometimes, I think of some strange fragments, but once they are connected, they are quickly broken and I can't think about it.
Just like the snow mud and rooster claws all over the mountains, how can you capture it in a little bit?
The child started playing again. He played in this uninhabited open space. Because there were guards who were watching him at any time, Emperor Hongwen was not worried.
He stood for a while, and the child finally had enough fun. He put away his sled and ran over: "Father, are you cold?"
He looked at his son's sweat. He was already playing hot, his hands were hot.
"Father, your hands are still cold, and there is snow on your hat..."
He lowered his head slightly, and the child stood on tiptoe and kept slapping off the cloak on his cloak. While slapping, he happily said: "Father, is it snowing like this in Pingcheng?"
"It's also colder than here, and bitter and colder. However, there are few trees in Pingcheng, and it looks less beautiful than Beiwudang. It's often the sand in the sky, especially in autumn, when it blows on people's faces, it can make your face look like it can be
break……"
"Oh, this is the case with Pingcheng? Then why don't we choose a better place?"
Emperor Hongwen looked at his son strangely: "How to choose a good place?"
"The Empress Dowager said that Pingcheng is very bitter and cold, and the harvest is not good around it. In addition to cattle, sheep and animal husbandry, now there are more and more people in our northern country, and the grain needs to be transported from all over the country for a long distance, which is very difficult. Since that's the case, why don't we?
Another place to choose a better place? For example, Beiwudang has a lot of food around and is very rich..."
Emperor Hongwen laughed: "Is that right? Honger, do you think so? Now, you are the little emperor. In the future, if you think Pingcheng is not good, you can go to a good place."
The child's eyes were bright and bright: "Really? Father? Can I change places?"
"Can."
Emperor Hongwen said earnestly: "But, you must choose a good place. You need a place that the Empress Dowager and Li Chong and others think is good."
The child still didn't understand what his father said at this time. Moreover, he didn't understand. If he spoke, would the Empress Dowager and Li Zhongshu and others think it was not good?
Emperor Hongwen knew that he didn't understand, but he didn't explain. He held his hand and walked back.
However, the child refused.
The child twisted his hand and remembered the big mushroom again: "Father, let's go see the big mushroom... The big mushroom in front of the tomb of Grandpa of the late emperor is so fun..."
Emperor Hongwen's heart was suffocated again.
However, he did not go against his son's will and silently took his hand and walked up.
There is no trace of snow on the mountain road.
The boots are soft and solid. Even the mountain roads that used to be a little slippery have become very easy to walk on.
The father and son went up easily.
The guards were guarding the mountain road several feet away.
Emperor Hongwen let go of his son's hand.
The child ran over with chirping, raised his head, and looked at the huge "big mushroom" - so tall and green pine needles were completely frozen, from the canopy to the body of the tree, to every leaf... they were completely frozen.
.
There were only ice icicles of various shapes, mushroom clouds of mushrooms in various shapes... They were really big mushrooms standing on snow. He looked very carefully and looked like he admired him.
"Father...Father...You see..."
Emperor Hongwen was already standing beside him and looked at the "big mushroom" with him.
At this time, the child held his hand, two pairs of boots, and stepped on the thick snow together, making a creaking sound. Emperor Hongwen was distracted.
Every time I walk in front of my father's tomb with my son, I feel extremely sad, ashamed, and embarrassed...
All kinds of emotions cannot be said.
If possible, he would rather never show up with his son.
However, how could the child know the adult's sorrow? He also held his hand seriously: "Father, in front of the tomb of the late emperor, this ancient pine is the most beautiful. Is it because the late emperor's grandfather is very wise and powerful?"
Emperor Hongwen laughed forcibly.
"By the way, the Empress Dowager once told me a story. She said that when the late emperor's grandfather died, he particularly liked Luoyang..."
While talking, the child felt his father's body tremble slightly. He was shocked and was very surprised. He hurriedly supported his father: "Father, are you cold? Let's go back if you are cold."
Emperor Hongwen shook his head hurriedly, his face pale: "Hong'er, you go down first."
"Father, where are you?"
"I want to kowtow to Grandpa the late emperor alone."
The child dared not refuse, so he had to go down first.
As he walked, he looked back and saw some snowflakes splashing on his boots. Then, like those guards, he stopped halfway up the mountain and waited for his father.
There was silent all around, only thin snowflakes fell down one by one.
Emperor Hongwen knelt silently on the ground.
Opposite, the father's tomb is desolate and vigorous.
His voice was indefinitely painful: "Father... I'm going back... I'm going to take Hong'er back to Pingcheng to officially replace the throne... and Fangfei, she will go back with us..."
Around the surroundings, only a breeze blew, falling down rustly.
He was frightened and felt that there was a sound from the bottom of his heart.
It seems like infinite fear.
He turned his head and looked around. But the whole world was silent.
"Father... Fangfei can't accompany you anymore... After she returns to Pingcheng... Maybe she will accompany Hong'er for the rest of her life..."
A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, a slight cruelty and a slight smugness. It was like a protracted battle, and whoever persisted until the end would achieve a complete victory.
After more than ten years of war, finally, ended with your own victory?
Or, it ends with Honger's victory?
No one can get that woman—except Honger.
In the end, only Honger got it.
Then, it can be considered my own gain.
He was very proud and very proud: "Father... I have no one to repent to you today... I just want to be in the underworld, and you can punish you anyway. In short, all the mistakes are wrong,
It’s Erchen’s fault…but, please protect Fangfei and Honger…”
He knelt on the ground for a long time.
Bingxue almost completely freezes his knees.
"Father...If that god grandfather is you...she...she...she..."
He couldn't say it, and he felt a smell of fishy sweetness in his mouth and vomited blood.
The bright red blood didn't even have much heat. As soon as it merged into the snow, it immediately became one and could not see a single trace. No one even noticed his abnormality.
Only he himself knows it.
The poisoning during the Prince's Mansion, the fake death during the Yihun period... so many years of depression, depression, sorrow, or intermittent excessive wine... one after another, one has already completely hollowed out my body.
The imperial doctors were all surprised.
But, what's the surprise?
Even, such a long period of depression - that kind of hungry depression - is like a young man who has never tasted a woman's taste... always irresistible, hoping to get - then hoping to get her - even if it's just a spring breeze
.
Even if you have a spring night, you will die.
He didn't know why he had such a strange idea.
The more you can't get it, the more you think about it.
Just like walking alone in the desert, if you don’t drink water, you will die of thirst.
He has always been thinking about this matter during these days. He is so sweet, so tormented, so cruel, so anxious...
But, it seems that it will never be possible.
Can dreams come true?
He opened his mouth again, and another mouthful of fishy heat came out. This time, it was even more distinct, almost brown blood clots sprayed on the snow, and for a moment, it could not melt.
When he was in Cining Palace, he always held it back - and kept it back again and again.
However, when I got here, I couldn't help it.
Just like the fate of men from the Tuoba family - they can't survive forty years old.
Generations of emperors have died on this.
The only thing that can be thankful is that I did not die at the hands of the rebellious son - I watched everything be perfect with my own eyes. This is the luck of having a son in my later years. Hong'er is still so young. Even if the other princes want to fight, they will not have to fight.
.
He was deeply relieved and thought that this was the most correct thing he had done.
At least, he escaped from the family's fate.
Even if he dies, he is much more charming than his ancestors and his fathers...
He kneeled so hard that his knees were numb and he sat down instead.
Sit slowly.
Hong'er was very scared to see it and could no longer help it. She ran up and shouted, "Father, Father..."
"Hong'er, don't come up, I'll come down right away...down..."
He laughed, took a breath, and stood up.
But his footsteps were shaking violently and he walked down the mountain tremblingly.
There is only darkness, only silent eyes, looking at this scene miserably - hehe, he is his son! He will say his final farewell.
He has reached the end of his journey.
Just like other dead ancestors.
His eyes were very painful, but he could not shed tears.