He has seen him in the dark - when he was sick, he has seen him, and for him, he has been begging Fangfei! He has seen him when he was the loneliest, and he has also seen him when he was the most arrogant... when he was the happiest time
!
Especially when he got his son for the first time and when he first conferred Honger as the crown prince.
This young man once made him feel alienated—
It seems that it is not his son—
Almost forgot that I had such a son.
Unexpectedly, he got old overnight.
Even though he couldn't see it, he could feel it.
My son is older, even older than himself.
Because of his breath.
Because of his kneeling on the ground.
Even the cool breeze in the mountains.
Even his silent peace of praying for forgiveness.
His heart was shocked!
Someone is begging for themselves!!!
What is for??
He knew the outcome of this war.
Not good or bad.
To a certain extent, Emperor Hongwen also achieved his goal.
Not worthy of inferiority or weakness.
So, what makes him so soft?
Luo Jia dared not turn back.
Never looked back.
His heart beat faster than his son's - even more at a loss.
Because he never imagined that the father and son would meet again like this - in the past, he didn't even dare to think about it.
I have never dared to take it to my heart.
Even Emperor Hongwen dared not.
He didn't dare to speak either.
The mouth is bitter and astringent, just like my own mood.
All are full of nervous fear and horror.
It seems like an invisible oppression.
The king, the minister, the minister, the father, the son, the son - this is a more serious and deeper emotion than this. It is so strong that he doesn't know how to clarify his own ideas.
He just knelt on the ground.
In the forest, the mountain wind blows, and it is surprisingly quiet.
He kneeled in a light military uniform.
He stood in a Taoist robe.
Both of them were very stiff.
But they never saw each other's faces.
I don't know how long it took, but Luo Jia felt that his legs were so stiff.
He has never experienced such an embarrassing time in his life - he would rather not stand here!
I would rather never stand here like this!
I would rather not have such a reunion.
However, he was numb.
I don’t know if it’s numb from excitement or despair.
Gradually, I could only hear my son's breathing.
Gasping like a bellows.
It's like a dying patient.
His heart trembled.
Want to go over and see his face.
However, the hat stopped his sight.
Reason prevented his emotions.
Because his son breathed so much - he was even more afraid to look at him - as long as he didn't see himself, he still had a glimmer of hope.
That was not the joy of father and son reunion, it was the last straw that broke the camel's back.
He dared not take such a risk.
Even in despair, I dare not.
A dead person shouldn't be scary when he is alive.
Even, I dare not listen to my son's weak breathing sound - no, absolutely not!
It seems to be an explanation!
At this moment, he suddenly became angry - angry and heartbroken because of fear.
Coward, this coward!
The child is so young.
Fangfei is a woman.
He just wanted to leave it alone??
Luo Jia gritted his teeth, turned his head and left.
Always turned his back to his son.
The hat trembled slightly.
It seemed like I never knew that there was such a man kneeling behind me.
Even from the corner of my eyes, I couldn't see my son's haggardness.
He left, like a Taoist priest in the mountains and forests; like a carefree and careless wild crane.
I didn't even hear my son's sobs on his knees.
Emperor Hongwen knelt on the ground for a long time, and did not look up at him.
His face touched the grass on the ground, and even some mud and sand were shaved on his face, rustling with a faint smell of blood.
But he was relieved, as if he was relieved.
"Father...please take care of them in the future!"
"They are the only ones!"
...
I don’t know if he said this or was hidden in his heart.
He was pious and suddenly felt very, very relaxed in an instant.
His eyes were a little dazed.
Just like when I was young, I was childish and my father was heroic.
In his mind, the father is the greatest hero and hero in the world and the most capable man. Nothing in the world can stump him.
He always thought so.
And, so proud.
Just like Honger’s feelings for herself.
At this time, Fang realized that he loved his father so much!
Such a love!
There has never been such a relationship between father and son in his life.
As long as the father is here, everything is worry-free.
At this time, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the trees were lush in the forest. The Taoist priest wearing a straw hat was gone.
The gray robe, the silver-white hair... the god... were all gone.
It seems like it is just an imagination and a dream of oneself.
Emperor Hongwen didn't know whether he was relieved or heartbroken. From a distance, he could only see the tomb of the late emperor - the tomb of his father.
Oh, he is indeed dead.
Father - thinks he is dead.
He fell to the ground and burst into tears.
When the guards rushed up, he was already on the ground and unconscious.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
The eunuchs gathered together, and carefully, and immediately carried Emperor Hongwen back with a group of servants.
Xuanwu Palace.
It is full of a sad and solemn atmosphere.
The little emperor was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and a crown, and was full of interest. In the past six months, he has grown taller.
He was excited to welcome his father's return in triumphant success, but he received an urgent report of panting: "Your Majesty, the Supreme Emperor has fainted..."
The little emperor was extremely surprised, but did not scream. In a blink of an eye, he habitually shouted: "Empress Dowager... Go and call the Empress Dowager..."
Fangfei has come out.
Hong'er pulled her away: "Empress Dowager, go quickly... The father fainted..."
He was already passionate and was waiting for his father to come back.
However, what was waiting for was such a terrible result.
Even the lines written for him by Li Chong and others to welcome the Emperor to return in triumphant return were memorized every time. This time, what happened again?
He held the empress dowager's hand, and the child only knew his anxiety, not the adults' worries.
After walking a few steps, I realized that the empress dowager's hand was very cold.
Fangfei followed him, but she did not stumble, but her heart was broken.
Just like the result that Emperor Hongwen knew before he went to war.
Emperor Hongwen, he did it on purpose!!!
But at this time she couldn't even complain.
The palms of the palms became colder.
The child noticed her panic and became so panic that she became, her voice became weak and trembled: "The Queen Mother... the Queen Mother... the Queen Mother... the Queen Mother... the Queen Mother..."
Fangfei couldn't answer.
Just speeded up.
The first time the child noticed that the Queen Mother was running so fast - yes, she was almost a little trot.
Over the years, no matter what big things happened, she was very steady, calm, and taught him that even if the sky fell, she could not lose the emperor's majesty.
Emperor, the sky should collapse and the earth should be broken, and his brows should not be frowned.
Especially after returning to Pingcheng, her every move was even worse than that of Beiwudang. She was the truly solemn and dignified Empress Dowager.
Every step is done with sufficient etiquette.
At the same time, the little emperor's 100% etiquette was maintained.
But at this moment, she lost her sense of responsibility.
So the elegant queen mother, from childhood to adulthood, always taught him those loving, elegant, noble emotions and principles of dealing with things-
Today, why did the Empress Dowager lose her composure?
Honger followed with great strides.
Several times, I felt that the empress dowager's palms were smooth and cold - they were all cold sweats, and they couldn't hold it... they couldn't hold it anymore!!
In the past, the Queen Mother would not let him hold his hand easily - the Queen Mother always said that when the child is old, he should be independent.
However, the Queen Mother forgot today.
She forgot everything.
It seems that I have lost support.
On the contrary, I held Hong'er's hand very tightly and couldn't even notice it myself.
The distance from Cining Palace to Xuanwu Palace suddenly became so far away that I could not get there.
She arrived stumbled and found that many people were kneeling in darkness: ministers, palace maids and eunuchs, imperial doctors... they all knelt under the corridor outside.
Just like when Luo Jia was dying.
Fangfei's heart skipped a beat.
I didn't notice the etiquette of the ministers kneeling down.
He went straight into Xuanwu Palace.
Emperor Hongwen’s bedroom was not big. The emperor’s bedroom was actually not as vast as outsiders imagined, but was very particular about Feng Shui and kept calm.
The bedroom faces south and north, and at that time, it was worthy of the kingly spirit, but it was a little lacking in the light, and it was not so perfect.
Later, Li Yi made some improvements and used glazed windows to look much brighter.
However, the weather is a bit gloomy today, and the ancient locust trees beside the window outside are unprecedentedly lush, and the branches cover the sun, so the room looks gloomy.
Fangfei's steps stepped on the threshold and suddenly felt her legs weak.
She is not unfamiliar with Xuanwu Palace here.
During those days when Emperor Hongwen was seriously ill, she accompanied him here day and night.
However, at that time, he was just angry and attacked his heart. With the heart medicine, he quickly recovered.
What about this time? She couldn't step in for a while.
Instead, Honger whispered: "The Queen Mother...Father..."
The sound was mixed with great fear.
He even took the initiative to let go of the empress dowager's hand and ran over.
The room was so quiet and the father was so quiet that he would not even agree to call him.
Hong'er was so scared that she trembled all over, her throat choked, and she started crying with a wow.
"Father, Father... wake up..."
Fangfei felt even more weak in her legs.
The imperial physicians knelt down: "Meet the Empress Dowager, see Your Majesty..."
She couldn't hear the buzzing sound, and she waved her hand and everyone stepped aside.
The person in charge of the subject is still Doctor Hu.
Fangfei looked at him in a hazy way and felt that everything was in reincarnation: before Luo Jia died, he was the chief of the emperor; where is Emperor Hongwen? It was also at the end of his life?
He sent away one by one to win the emperor, but only himself, and his face was still young and his hair was deep.
Hong'er cried so hard that she burst into tears, and her voice was trembling: "Father...Father...Empress Dowager, please look at Father...Please..."
She felt that her feet were weak and were light.
The memory suddenly became so clear. Before going to war, I was a good person—at least, a good person! Why did I come back in this posture now?
I can't even say a word.
She could only touch his hand.
I don’t know if I’m panicked, but I can’t even tell the pulse clearly.
Everything is fluttering.
Emperor Hongwen seems to be dead.
Just like that, without saying a word, does not even explain my own son—even myself—?
Her mind was in a mess.
She didn't practice medicine too much. In her life, she was not famous for her medical skills. She only had a few times for Luo Jia and Emperor Hongwen... But this time, from his pulse to his forehead... her coldness
The touch of Emperor Hongwen was even colder than that of himself... Suddenly I realized that everything was late, too late.
Hong'er dared not cry anymore.
My eyes are blurred, and I just hope that miracles will happen.
He looked at the Queen Mother with a long eye, hoping that as soon as she spoke and smiled, the father would open his eyes.