She also burst into tears: "Hong'er, don't be afraid... There are still people taking care of us... There must be... He will definitely take care of us..."
The voice was so weak, I don’t know whether to comfort my son or myself.
However, the child obviously cannot get real comfort from here - a child must have a father to have a sense of security. With a mother alone, no matter how powerful he is, he feels that he has lost half of the sky.
He was tearful and leaned against the empress dowager's thin shoulders, thinking of the people who had just passed by, Lu Tai, Ren Chengwang, etc.... These ministers repeatedly threatened them. If the empress dowager had not planned in advance, how could he avoid all this?
But can you rely on the Queen Mother for the rest of your life?
A gust of wind blew, and the wind was cold in the mountains, and even the sun could not suppress such a slight chill. This year, there seemed to be no real hot summer.
Fangfei's heart was trembling?
With a piece of loess, Emperor Hongwen was buried here, and there was absolutely no miracle - the only reason why we are sad for our dead relatives is that we can't see him (her) at all, and we will see him for the rest of our lives.
Not here. No matter how much you miss him or her, you will never see you again...
The child's voice sounded weakly in her ears: "The Queen Mother... I really hope that my father will come out... I hope he will never die for the rest of his life... Why does the father die?"
She couldn't answer.
And the sadness in my heart, because of my son's doubts, was even more severe - does the death of Emperor Hongwen have nothing to do with me?
"The Queen Mother..."
Hong'er asked what else, suddenly she saw the Empress Dowager's body, so thin and weak, even when her body leaned against her shoulder, she seemed shaky and unable to support her...
Moreover, she was crying - the Queen Mother was crying, full of tears, and she was sad like never before.
Children are often more sensitive than adults.
He quietly stood up from her arms, trying to pretend to be strong. However, for two consecutive days, he cried for the death of his father, did not eat much, did not rest enough, and was weak all over. He was still a child.
, even pretend not to be like it.
Just as he was about to fall, Fangfei held him. He clearly felt the powerlessness in her palms - a weak woman and a weak child.
In the distance, the palace maids and eunuchs were all within the sphere of slaves;
Next are the ministers who have retired.
The child looked around in a vague way and felt that everything was far away - except for the tombstone in front of him and his father, everything was illusory.
Fangfei looked at Emperor Hongwen’s tombstone, then quietly grabbed his hand, put it in his ear, and whispered: “Hong'er, do you still remember Grandpa God?”
His eyes widened in surprise.
Fangfei looked at him anxiously, but was a little scared - in this world, he was the only person who could take care of his mother and son.
From ancient times to the present, many sons have been ambitious and usurped the throne against me.
However, there was never a grandfather or a son or grandson who would usurp the throne.
Absolutely not.
Even in the bloody palace and countless ugly and sinister political struggles, there is no such precedent.
Even King Jingzhao, even Honger's brothers... she was a little afraid.
I can't forget the Xianbei ministers who were eyeing each other. Although they won one time, who can guarantee that you will always be the winner of the struggle of the court?
Even if there are any confidants, Li Chong, Wang Su and others... But, no matter how close they are, they are outsiders.
Moreover, there is a difference between the monarch and the subject.
One is high-ranking, and some are ministers who always have to be kind and do good. They dare to say anything, but they dare not say anything - in other words, there is not even a person who can say a close word in the world.
No wonder people say that emperors are all alone.
She stood on the top of the mountain and in front of Emperor Hongwen’s tomb, and then she felt infinite loneliness - standing at an infinite height, there was infinite coldness.
So what if you call yourself an idle person? So what if you are powerful for a while?
As this empire, what can the de facto female emperor?
The child is still so young, and even the possibility of mother and son fighting for power cannot be seen--
Only Luo Jia, the only emperor before this - in the world, was the only one who did not have to be wary of himself - could completely open his heart and get his care.
His ability, his scheming, his wisdom, his control of his subordinates, his ability to fight...every sect is first-class. Even his love for this empire is first-class.
.
Originally, he was the real owner of this empire and the master of this empire.
Moreover, he can also shoulder the important task of cultivating Honger - the child is growing day by day and is in the most critical period of growth. What kind of person he receives means what kind of person he will become in the future.
The secret hidden in her heart also hopes that he will become a strong man like Luo Jia and control everything.
You can even put aside the burden on your shoulders, take a breath, and be truly like a woman - the life that a woman should have in a few days...
This is still an ideal, so simple and so far away.
She has longed for a long time.
I couldn't wait to vent it.
But, this is just my own idea.
What about Hong'er? After all, he is the emperor - no matter how young the emperor is, he is also the emperor. Moreover, not only the emperor, but also her own son. She must worry about his feelings, rather than taking everything on her own and treating him like a puppet.
No, you must never treat your son as a puppet.
However, the child never answered.
"Honger..."
The child's silence almost disturbed her.
For the first time she was in front of the child, she was nervous and said: "Hong'er... have you forgotten Grandpa of the God?"
The child also asked her quietly and quietly, "Will Grandpa God help us?"
She nodded anxiously and was slightly excited: "Yes, he can take care of Hong'er, and he can treat Hong'er very well... Hong'er, you should know, you knew it when you were a child, right?"
Yes, Grandpa God is very good and very good.
He made a bow and arrow for himself, and taught himself the skills and took him to play... He even taught him the first time he "rides a horse" - he was crawling on the ground and carrying himself.
For a long time, he felt the absent fatherly love between the gods and grandfathers.
However, the immortal grandfather is not the father after all.
Especially this year, since his father ascended the throne, he has been so hard-working care and teaching he has given to him... that is something that no one can replace.
Even the gods and grandpas can't do it.
But the Queen Mother's eyes... Oh, why is that gaze so full of expectations? Confused?
The child bit his lips slightly, very cautious.
He was more thoughtful than his age, and he looked like a little adult.
"Honger..."
The Queen Mother's voice was fluttering and weak. His mind was also dizzy.
In the child's mind, for some reason, the scene of the empress dowager falling on the cliff that day appeared. The deerskin boots and bearskin clothes prepared by the fairy grandfather - even the empress dowager's one is ready! The size is just right, and he kept secretly.
Strange, why are even the Queen Mother prepared so well? Why are the sizes so suitable?
There are also the food that the empress dowager likes to eat. Everything is prepared by the gods and grandfather himself. He never even asked the empress dowager or himself, so he understood clearly that every time he served it, it was in line with the empress dowager's wishes.
Just like having a meal in Cining Palace.
Several times, he even saw the immortal grandfather staring at the queen mother for a long time - singing and playing for the queen mother, taking care of her so carefully, he laughed, so happy... not even like a stranger who met for the first time.
The first time he saw the fairy grandfather laughing so loudly, joyful and extremely happy.
Why didn't it be like this before?
This is a secret, a secret he never dared to ask - and, even though he secretly saw the Queen Mother seeing the immortal grandfather, why did he blindfold his eyes and pretend not to know him?
The two of them knew each other - they had known each other for a long time!
But why pretend not to know each other?
And, and...
The portrait he saw in the sacrificial hall of the Pingcheng Palace - the portrait of the late emperor's grandfather.
Oh, memory suddenly surged up. He was such a smart and precocious child - Grandpa of the late emperor, so similar to Grandpa of the gods! So similar.
His heart suddenly started to beating violently - if he returned to Pingcheng, he must go and see the portrait again.
No, I am here in Beiwudang, and I want to see the immortal grandfather again.
The god hasn't shown up for a long time--
He was very impressed by the portrait of Pingcheng, so his heartbeat accelerated... Just like a child discovering a huge secret... However, with his understanding, it cannot be connected, and it is vague,
Very vague and don't understand what it means.
I can only think of the sorrow and pain of my father before his death... My father left so miserably.
There is also a portrait... a portrait hidden quietly in the palace of my father. For many years, the paper has turned yellow and he asked to be buried with him.
He could not ask his subordinates to handle such a matter, so he just quietly reminded his son to handle it... This is also a secret. He personally hid the portrait in his father's coffin - it was the portrait of the queen mother.
!
Even before his death, the father was reminding himself to take care of the empress dowager and listen to the empress dowager - just because the father likes the empress dowager so much!
Yes, the father likes the queen mother.
This is no secret.
He knew it very early.
He grew up day by day, and even his father's sorrows were ignorant even if he didn't fully understand it.
He suddenly felt angry for no reason, and the kind of anger he could not understand, instinctively wanted to protect his father.
He pondered...
Fangfei was even more frightened in his contemplation.
It is a terrible thing to see a child pondering, especially when he frowned slightly, his eyebrows were exactly the same as Emperor Hongwen.
She was even more uneasy and her voice became weaker: "Hong'er..."
Hong'er glanced at her.
At this moment, I was surprisingly unhappy - because of the Empress Dowager's eager eyes.
Fangfei felt even more panic when she saw his eyes wandering, and she didn't dare to ask any more questions.
"Hong'er... Grandpa God is very good, you have forgotten?"
The child's voice was faint: "Empress Dowager, I still think that the father is the best. No one in the world can be better than the father!"
In this world, no one can be better than his father!
This is the conclusion he came to.
Even his slightly upturned lips were thin, with a nice smell - but a faint cruelty - the cruelty of a precocious child.
Fangfei held his hand and slowly soaked her sweat, but her body was very cold.
It was an invisible loss, an invisible fear, as if praying for something, and it was eventually rejected - and before Emperor Hongwen's tomb.
She lowered her head, not looking at her son's eyes, nor did she dare to look at Emperor Hongwen's tomb.
The grass on the ground fell down one by one, only covered with hard granite.
How is this not the case in life?
It is soft and easy to fold, leaving only this extremely hard and indifferent.
The sun sets and the twilight is deep.
The surroundings began to be gloomy.
The child was so tired that he could no longer support him, "The Queen Mother..."
Her voice was very weak, but very gentle. She still held her son's hand tightly and said softly: "Hong'er, let's go back..."
The child has always held her hand tightly and never let go. Fangfei quietly looked at his tired little face, his heart was like a knife - he is still so young, less than ten years old, his only
Relying on oneself is the only one. No matter when or under any circumstances, one cannot let him down, absolutely not.