4. The storm is rising: the ups and downs of troubled times
Jun smiled and continued: "Chen'er, only in this way will your father not pursue the case any further. You have been a hostage for nine years. Don't resent your father and mother, they are helpless."
"Chen'er, you have grown up with your aunt since you were a child. Your heart and magnanimity are worthy of an emperor." Madam Jun looked at the child in front of her tenderly, who she raised as if she had raised him all by herself, "Your father is ashamed of you.
I will treat you well. If I leave without a trace, your father will be angry with you. Your father has a rich heir and is in the prime of life, and none of the women around your father is incompetent.
For the sake of this world, you will only have as many brothers as you can in the future, and you will have to work extremely hard. My aunt treats you as her own child, and there is only so much she can do for you."
"Auntie!" Xuanyuan Zhichen could no longer hold back his tears and knelt down in front of Jun's bed.
"Silly boy." Madam Jun looked at the guilt and grief in Xuanyuan Zhichen's eyes, stretched out her hand to wipe away his tears, and comforted softly, "My aunt is already a dying person, why bother hurting so many innocent people for me. You don't care anymore.
Find a dead baby and send it back with me. This is my last trace of blood to preserve the Ning family. Chen'er, promise me that if you become emperor in the future, you will take care of my sister for me. You don't have to give her glory and wealth, just give it to her.
Just live in peace for the rest of your life."
"Auntie, Chen'er promises you that he will keep his sister safe for the rest of her life!" Xuanyuan Zhichen took a deep breath and made an extremely cautious promise.
After hearing the promise she wanted, Mrs. Jun smiled with satisfaction, and the last glimmer of light in her eyes faded away, just like the bright moon was covered by thick clouds inch by inch, losing its luster little by little.
Suddenly, Jun seemed to see that gentle emperor, the man who loved her all her life, doted on her all her life, and stayed with her all her life, the man who didn't love the country but only loved her, was extending his hand to her with a smile.
warm hands.
Her eyes gradually dimmed, but the smile on her lips became more gentle and sweet. Since when did she hope to see no longer the man who made her love and hurt, but this touch that would never fade away?
gentle smile?
Is it the light rain of pear blossoms, the first acquaintance in the mist of twilight, that stunning look back?
Is it the bamboo rafting in the shallow pond, the infatuation between the green mountains and the beautiful water, that hot and tight embrace?
Is it that lingering and melancholy night when the autumn leaves are blooming and the lotuses are blooming, and a love alliance is made under the glazed lantern?
Or when the country is ruined and the family is destroyed, when the city is destroyed and the pond is destroyed, asking the cause and effect, those gentle and lingering love sounds?
"An'an, An'an, I spent thousands of miles of mountains and rivers to make you infatuated. Have you ever been moved by me even for a moment?"
The last question before leaving, he asked so persistently, so decisively, so heartbroken, but she had no time to tell him. Now she finally saw her again, and saw the man she thought she would never see again.
"Your Majesty, An'an can see her own heart clearly now, is it too late?"
He smiled lightly, his smile was doting and tender: "It's not too late, it's not too late, no matter when, I will stand where An An looks back, waiting for you."
The smile on Jun's face was deeply etched, it was the joy she had never experienced in her life.
"Aunt——"
"Empress——"
On August 15, the 10th year of Yongning, the imperial capital fell and the Daxing Empire took over the Central Plains. Three days later, Emperor Xuanyuan entered the Zihuan Palace under the welcome of the second prince Xuanyuan Zhichen and General Jingguo. This is Fengze Thirteen
Year, August 18th.
"Historical History, Fu of the Imperial Capital" records that when the emperor entered Yongjing, the people from thousands of miles away knelt to welcome him. When the emperor saw the broken walls and ruins, stained with blood, his lapels were wet with tears. He felt pity for the misfortune of the people, closed the gate of Zihuan Palace, and reflected on himself for five days.
If you don't eat, you will have to postpone your visit to the court for three months.
The next year, the country name was changed from Xing to Jing, and the year name from "Fengze" was changed to Hong'an. The following year, it became the first year of Hong'an.