3770. Chapter 3770 The Death of Emperor Hongwen 25K
He actually asked this question.
When he was dying, he just needed an answer - to accompany him for thousands of years of darkness.
Tears fall like rain.
Maybe it was hot tears falling on his face.
Emperor Hongwen's eyes became clearer.
Her face was even more clearly visible, and even her hair that had begun to be messy - gray - her hair that had begun to be gray.
Just like her.
Years of worry.
He reached out.
In my mind, the country, the country, the father, the son, the country, the country, and the country have become very far away. Only this woman is the real one.
Only she is the non-illusory existence in front of her.
"Fangfei...Fangfei..."
He used all his strength.
She also used all her strength.
Hold him tightly.
Even the ministers outside the door, even the palace, even everything... There was only him in his eyes and in his heart.
It's like the first time we meet.
She lowered her head and stared into his eyes.
He used all his strength and sincerity - a secret that he had never told in his life to suppress the heart. He suddenly became indifferent and had no scruples, just like in the Prince's Mansion, everything was right.
"Hong...I love you...I have always loved you..."
Yes.
Always loved.
From the first love of a girlhood, to the friendship in the cold palace - to the resentment after the birth of her son...
Which one is not full of love?
However, he did not listen to her words. Perhaps it had lost its effect on him. He just looked at her hair and looked infinitely sympathetic: "Fangfei... poor Fangfei... in the future, only
Thank you for your hard work…”
He doesn't care about anything.
If she could stand to the top—he would rather let her stand.
He is different from his ancestors.
He is no longer guarded.
Even the mind began to become weak.
Just like owing to her.
A wind blows.
On the branches of the door.
Perhaps, there are also children's crying softly.
However, no one was interested in paying attention to his son - in the world of the two, even his son was completely ignored.
Emperor Hongwen's eyes moved away from Fangfei's face, and soon took them back, and still fell on her face - the beauty is still as beautiful as she is still haggard...
Just those years?
"Fangfei...poor Fangfei...poor Honger..."
He just felt sorry for her when he died.
Poor your son.
"Fangfei..."
This sentence rolls in the throat.
There is no more strength to come out.
Then, it was like a piece of string, and at the end of the period, the high notes went up and the ending came, and the lingering sound was lingering, but it stopped abruptly.
Emperor Hongwen's voice suddenly disappeared.
Outside the window, it suddenly became a little brighter.
Fangfei's heartbeat stopped in an instant.
His eyes fell on his face.
In an instant, Emperor Hongwen suddenly changed - he became so young and so handsome - just like the first time he met.
She looked at him in surprise.
Feeling so joyful and so surprised.
Even his hands were warm, covering her hands firmly, and they never suffocated.
She even felt that he had just fallen asleep.
I recovered from a serious illness and woke up.
It's like a joke.
Just a joke in the prime of life.
She lowered her head and leaned against him.
Very tired, his eyes were closed, as if he could hear gurgling sounds, and the bloodlines flowed slowly, slowly, and finally...
Slowly, in her arms, her heartbeat began to steadily... and steadily, steadily...
No more...
She felt that she had lost her heartbeat.
There is no more sorrow.
Just fit in, lie on the bed with him.
Outside the door, there was a cry of a son.
It's vague.
She couldn't hear or feel—even forgot about her mother's duties—
Even Biluga's death was even more confused - back then, I didn't know everything, there was a psychic master.
Today, there is nothing, and all the final diagnosis comes entirely from yourself.
There is no chance to make fraud.
Only in this way can I cry.
She opened her eyes wide and looked at the dark room empty.
How many times did Emperor Hongwen long for him to lie here like this with him - she knew it; but it was the last time when she lies here for the first time.
Even Emperor Hongwen's last brothers and feet began to become cold.
It was very cold pressing on her chest.
Just like his completely cold face, and his last breath: "Fangfei...poor Fangfei..."
This is the last sentence he left to her.
Unlike Luo Jia, the last sentence she left was to take care of his son—
Emperor Hongwen, at the last moment, he even forgot his son.
Both of them forgot the child.
Outside the door, the child cried hysterically.
No matter how precocious he is or how emperor he is, he cannot hide it. He is a child after all - he is hiding in the crack of the door, just like other children, watching his father fall down and the empress dowager fall down...
He rushed in.
Grasp the father's hand.
Cold hands.
"Father, Father..."
He was shocked by the coldness and trembled all over. In a panic, he took the Queen Mother's hand and cried whimper: "The Queen Mother... The Queen Mother... I'm scared, Honger is scared..."
The empress dowager's hands were also cold, and her eyes were even closed and could not be opened.
He was too scared and used all his strength - God, who could watch the two closest people so cold?
"The Queen Mother... Please, the Queen Mother... Honger is scared, afraid..."
He cried so hard that his voice was gone, his body softened, and he fell to the ground with a thump. His head was broken, and he didn't feel the pain. He jumped up again, grabbed the empress dowager's hand and pulled her desperately: "The empress dowager is the empress dowager"
…The Queen Mother…Honger is scared, Honger is scared…Please…Father…”
The hot tears and even the broken blood on his forehead were applied to Fangfei's face.
She was awakened in a daze, as if she had been alone, detained for a long time. Her soul was about to scatter, but she was forced to come back.
She jumped up and hugged her son.
The child was so scared that he could not talk to himself when he was hugged, but it soon turned into joy, and the sobs were muffled in his throat: "The Queen Mother... The Queen Mother... Honger is so scared... so scared..."
She hugged him tightly.
I realized that I had nothing in this world.
There was nothing but him.
Outside the door, the old eunuch rushed in.
Kneel down with a sharp throat.
In sequence, the ministers who were in charge also knelt down.
The light rain seemed to have stopped.
The wind blew from the open window, and he lay quietly on the bed, closing his eyes, feeling Fangfei's hand touching his face.
It was the little emperor who was tremblingly announcing: "Father...Father..."
He couldn't continue to say it, and tears flowed into his mouth.
The prince and tutor knelt on the ground reminded him that the bad news should be announced to his subjects.
The old eunuch Wei Qiyuan was also reminding him.
However, the smart and clever child in the past was shocked by his father's cold hands - he seemed to have forgotten everything. He couldn't say it. Even though Li Zhongshu had already taught him, he still couldn't say it.
After a while, he actually said: "Father...Father will not take me to hunt...Father will not let me ride a horse..."
The old eunuch also cried like rain.
Li Chong knelt on the ground, and such a rigid person could not continue to teach the little emperor to announce calmly.
Fangfei's dry eyes were filled with tears again.
My son couldn't say this - she didn't rely on her, so she could only announce it herself.
Even weakness and sorrow are not allowed.
"The Supreme Emperor has passed away!"
The Supreme Emperor has passed away!
The Supreme Emperor has passed away!!
The Supreme Emperor has passed away!!!
...
From her mouth, through the eunuch's mouth.
From Xuanwu Palace, it is passed out layer by layer.
It seemed like this sound was heard throughout Beiwudang.
The crying sounded loudly.
He is a civil and military minister outside.
They didn't know whether it was really crying or fake crying. Some people were crying when the king and father died. Some were crying, and some were howling...
There are also the crying of concubines, princes, and princesses...
Many of them couldn't even remember the appearance of their father, and they were all too young, two or three years old, four or five years old. In fact, they didn't know how to be sad... They just watched others cry, and they cried.
Some children who don’t know how to cry, although their mothers have already put in their efforts to teach them to be sad these days. However, they are young and can’t pretend and soon forget. Some of them are
The children, even looking at this atmosphere, almost laughed. When the mothers saw that it was not suitable, they pinched them quietly and fiercely, and they cried...
The concubines also cried bitterly, calling for the heavens and earth to mourn this Emperor, who had never loved them.
I don’t know how many people were sad for Emperor Hongwen’s death.
However, he couldn't hear it.
He doesn't care.
His face appeared in the bedroom where the door was open.
Around the candlelight, there is a faint candlelight.
It was his vain - and his son. It took him a long time to pull up the quilt and slowly cover his completely cold hands.
His expression was so peaceful.
It seems like this is the long-awaited ending.
Better than any of his ancestors.
At least, it was death from illness—
It is the soul quietly leaving everything that he loves the most.
No curse or evil retribution encountered.
When covering the last layer of quilt, Fangfei pulled her hands.
His hands are still very tight.
Until she covered her other hand.
He suddenly let go.
His hands were so peaceful, just like his face.
The child who was watching next to him forgot to cry, but just looked at the queen mother in surprise, then at the father and the emperor... In his eyes, he felt something...
Subconsciously, he went to support the empress dowager who was standing up.
"The Queen Mother...ah, poor Queen Mother..."
Fangfei looked at him in surprise, just as he looked at him in surprise.
Even his voice that suddenly became mature and old, was like the incarnation of Emperor Hongwen, and even his voice was exactly the same.
Her eyes turned dark and she leaned against her son, and she could no longer support her.
Just like her gray hair.
...
The bells rang out in waves.
The death knives of Xuanwu Palace were all shocked and fluttered.
In the rain, the wings were drawn with sharp and hazy wings.
The old eunuch's sharp voice and crying sound awakened the mountains and rivers of Beiwudang: "The Supreme Emperor has passed away..."
The Supreme Emperor has passed away...
On the mountain road in the distance, there were Taoist priests who rushed over quickly.
The psychic Taoist priest walked in front.
This time, he is no longer the protagonist.
He was really just ordered to do a grand ritual - to be a man in his prime, to be the honor after his death.
These Taoist priests in gray Taoist robes passed by one after another.
Ancient pines are like the witness of an era, watching people born and die.
The people under the ancient pineapple have even whiter hair.
My body seemed to have been taken away.
A more dismal mood than when I was "dead".
After all, I couldn't save my son - I couldn't even save him in the last moment.
If he had known this was the case - he would not have been so ruthless that day - at least, he wanted to look at him. For many years, he had never dared to look at his son well.
So much so that when the death knell rang, he even blurred his son's appearance.
No matter how you piece it together, you can't even put it together.
Is it the lively and smart boy at the time?
Is it the pale prince on the hospital bed?
Is it the moment when Beiwudang got his beloved son?...
He couldn't remember his son's face.
Just like I never knew my son.
He was so panicked, so frightened, so ashamed... How could a father forget even his son's appearance?
But soon, he realized his eyes were blurred - he couldn't remember it.
Even Fangfei can't remember her appearance.
There is also Honger, and I can’t remember Honger’s appearance.
He couldn't remember any of the dearest and most beloved people.
His eyes widened in fear, but his mind went on strike, and he refused to cooperate no matter what.
He pulled out the bow and arrow on his back - and hit the ancient pine hard.
Once, the birds flew around, and the water droplets came down in waves, wetting his head and face.