Xianyue dreamed about Yonglian's life, and every detail of her relationship with Yonglian. It was so vivid, as if Yonglian was still alive; but she knew in her heart that this was a dream, and it did not exist.
dream.
She opened her eyes and stared directly at the tent ceiling. A Luo, who was guarding the bed, saw her waking up and said in surprise: "Master, you are finally awake."
Xianyue sat up from the bed, glanced at the bright sky outside, and said numbly: "How long have I been unconscious?"
"Master, you have been in a coma for a day and two nights. Doctor Song came to see you and prescribed medicine for you. I have been keeping people warm, so I will go and bring it to you."
"One day and two nights..." Xianyue murmured and repeated A'luo's words, and immediately stood up on the bed, without even taking off her shoes, and was about to walk out barefoot. A'luo quickly stopped her and said: "Master, where are you going?
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Xianyue said in a hoarse voice: "I want to see Yonglian."
"But you just woke up. The imperial doctor of Song Dynasty said that you are weak and should have a good rest." Before A Luo finished speaking, Xianyue said: "I'm fine. I must go to see Yong Lian for the last time. Please get out of the way."
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A Luo was silent for a while and said: "My slave understands. Please bear with me for a while and allow my master to wash and change clothes before going back. I think the second elder brother doesn't want to see my master like this."
Xianyue walked to the mirror and silently looked at herself in the mercury mirror, who was almost unrecognizable and haggard. After a long time, she said: "Okay."
After Xianyue agreed, A Luo quickly asked Qi Kuan and Zhichun to come in and wash and change Xianyue's clothes together. Since it was the mourning period of Yonglian, he did not wear any jewelry and even his clothes were plain.
After serving Xia Yue and drinking the decoction that had been heated for a day, A Luo said: "Master, I will help you over."
Xianyue did not move, but said: "Go and get the painting that Yong Lian gave to me."
After Zhichun got it, Xianyue opened the painting with trembling hands. When Yonglian's appearance appeared in her eyes bit by bit, Xianyue's whole body began to tremble, and she could hardly stand.
A Luo knew Xiayue's feelings for Yong Lian best. Seeing her like this, he choked and advised: "Master, don't look at it anymore."
Xianyue ignored her and continued to unfold the painting until the entire painting was fully visible. She looked at Yonglian who was laughing and playing happily in the painting, and murmured: "Remember what you promised my aunt, never do it."
Forgot."
In a daze, Xianyue seemed to see Yonglian in the painting raising his head and saying to her with a bright smile, "Yonglian will definitely remember that in the next life, he will only be my aunt's child!"
"Yonglian..." Xianyue bit her lower lip hard, trying hard to swallow the grief that surged up. The heart-wrenching pain made her unable to feel the pain between her lips.
Qi Kuan wiped away his tears and said, "Master, if you feel uncomfortable, just cry. It will be better."
Xianyue tried her best to hold back the tears in her eyes, put away the scroll and said: "If Yonglian's revenge is not avenged, I will not be qualified to cry. I must find out who conspired with Fucha Wanxiu to kill Yonglian."
That person!"
Crying will dilute the sadness and sadness, so she does not cry. She must firmly remember this sadness. This sadness will not be forgotten even in the past ten or twenty years!
"Let's go." Xianyue brought the scroll to Kunning Palace. At this moment, Kunning Palace was completely bare, and even before she stepped in, she could already smell the mournful cries inside.
On the way, Aluo and Xianyue talked about what happened during her coma. Hongli took out the secret edict behind the Zhengda Guangguang plaque. As everyone expected, the prince in the edict was Yonglian. Now that Yonglian is dead, the edict will naturally disappear.
The meaning of existence.
Hongli issued an edict: Yonglian is my legitimate son. Although he has not yet been registered, he has made plans to build a palace. The ceremony should be performed as if he were the crown prince.
According to the old rules, anyone who passed away at an early age will not be allowed to serve, and there is no record of the funeral ceremony of the crown prince in the classics, so there is no way to follow it. However, Hongli personally issued the order, and the officials of the Ministry of Rites did not dare to violate it. After some discussion, it was decided:
The emperors refused to accept each other and stayed away from court for seven days. If they came to pay tribute in person, they would take off their crowns and decorate them; and attend to the internal affairs.
Six hundred people, including the assistants of the palace, the guards under the leadership of the inner governor, and so on, serve as the crown prince's attendants. The hundred officials take off their crowns and tassels and wear plain clothes for three days. They stop marrying and music. They stay in the capital for four days and half from other provinces. All the foreign vassals
Whenever a prince, prince, princess, Fujin, or princess comes to Beijing, men take off their crowns and tassels, and women take off their jewelry.
Xianyue entered the main hall, passed by the mourning and weeping palace people, and came to the coffin made of paulownia wood. The lid of the coffin had been closed, and Yonglian could not be seen.
Hongli was also in the hall. When he saw Xianyue coming in, he came over and said, "Are you awake? Are you okay?"
Xianyue bowed her head and saluted, and said: "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I am fine." As she said that, she gently stroked the scroll in her hand and said: "This painting is from August 13th. On the day I saw it, he gave it to me."
For my concubine, he said that he could not come to see me in the future, so he let this painting represent
I am happy to stay with my concubine for him. Now..." Xia Yue endured the pain in her heart and said: "He will be scared if he leaves alone. I want to put this painting in the coffin to accompany him.
It’s like I, my concubine, am happy to accompany him, and I still ask the emperor to agree.”
Hongli took a deep breath and choked with sobs: "Okay, I..." Before he could finish his words, Mingyu had already walked over and said coldly: "Yonglian doesn't want your things, take them away!"
Facing Mingyu's hostile gaze, Xianyue said nothing, only said: "This is originally the second elder brother's thing."
"Anyway, you are not allowed to put anything in Yonglian's coffin. Yonglian doesn't want to see you either. Just go away!" Mingyu will not forget the night Yonglian died and how Xianyue humiliated him in front of everyone.
She accused her of being the murderer of Yonglian. Nala Xianyue, she will never forgive her in her life!
Hongli advised: "Queen, don't be like this. Yonglian has a spirit in heaven, and he doesn't want to see you arguing like this."
When Yonglian was mentioned, Mingyu couldn't help crying, pointed at Xianyue and said: "Let her go, leave immediately, I don't want to see her!"
Hongli was unhappy in his heart, but thinking that Mingyu was now suffering from the pain of losing his son, he couldn't bear to be harsh and tried to persuade her. However, Mingyu always had a great prejudice against Xianyue and refused to let her put the scroll in.
In the eternal coffin.
At the moment of the stalemate, Ling Ruo arrived. Her hair was still in a meticulous bun, but there were more white hairs on it than before. After asking about the situation, she took the scroll from Xianyue and waited until she unfolded it to see the scroll.
Behind Yong Lian's figure, he couldn't help but burst into tears and choked up: "This child is so well-behaved and sensible, why is God so cruel and only willing to give him eight years!"
Hongli endured the grief in his heart, supported Ling Ruo and said, "Empress Huang, you have to take care of yourself, otherwise Yonglian will not be able to feel at ease even if he leaves."
"The Ai family knows." After saying this, Ling Ruo wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, returned the scroll to Xianyue and said, "Go ahead and put the scroll in Yonglian's coffin so that he will not be so lonely when he leaves."
Xianyue said gratefully: "Thank you, Queen Mother."