Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 597 Collapse, release
The transition between happiness and mourning is only at this moment, and the festive gongs and drums that were still loud just now have become hoarse in the blink of an eye, leaving only two trembling humming.

The crowd rushed up to the high platform of Qingyang Palace screaming and shoving, wrapping the old man lying on the ground layer by layer like a dense net.

They had just won their crown prince, but they lost their emperor in just one breath.

Among the panicked crowd, Bai Jing really looked like a slender rock stuck in the tide and mud.

His body stiffened, and it was as if a nail had been planted under his feet. The nail firmly nailed him under the high platform, and the crowd beside him was rushing like a sea, piercing through him time and time again.

The young man tried to move a step, but his calf was stiff and refused to listen to him.

He knew that His Majesty had gone, and he knew that this was the end of his destiny——

Bai Jingzhen's eyebrows collapsed in confusion and helplessness, a line of tears rolled out for no reason, the water drops were as hot as molten iron that had just been boiled, and it stabbed his skin with sudden pain.

He suddenly remembered what the old man had said to him.

"After I die, bury my bones on Canglan Mountain outside the city."

"Remember to choose the highest mountain, preferably the kind... where you can overlook the entire capital."

"No tombstone, it's best not to leave even a grave bag."

"—Bury me on the mountain."

On the mountain... On Canglan Mountain outside the city.

Your Majesty, you've had enough of being an emperor in this life, and you just want to be that pure and carefree "Yuan Sui" in the next life, right?
That's right... If His Majesty hadn't been born in the Tian family, he might just be the most ordinary father, the most ordinary brother, the most ordinary "person" with incomparable freedom.

Ordinary people.

The young man blinked slowly, with tears falling down the crow's eyelashes while his eyes were closed.

Now he finally understands where the loneliness in the emperor's eyes comes from. The solitary ninety-five position seems to be full of flowers, but it is actually just a cold prison woven with gold threads and decorated with silk.

Emperors cannot be regarded as "human beings".

In other words, the emperor of Fuli cannot become a "human".

It is true that the rulers hold the power of the world and enjoy the wealth of mountains and rivers, but the burden on them is equally heavy.

The people of the Li people, the ancestors of the country, the Yuan family has never had a prince to assist the government, and if they want to govern the whole country well, they have to rely on that emperor.

So they have to maintain absolute calm, not daring to show even the slightest bit of emotion.

It is clearly a body of flesh and blood, but it has to freeze its mind firmly like a ruthless god, so as not to let the slightest enthusiasm be grasped outside——

"Such a single royal family is not like a destiny, but more like a curse that is difficult to get rid of."

This is the most vicious curse in the world.

Bai Jingzhen unconsciously emptied his eyes, and the imperial doctors who hurried over pushed through the crowd and squeezed into Qingyang Palace.

A group of people administered needles and fed medicine to the emperor who had been moved to the couch, until the faint pulse disappeared completely, and they had nothing to do.

"Your Majesty, you are about to die—" the old eunuch who delivered the decree earlier said, shaking his whisk, and the courtiers who knelt on the ground immediately "hula la" on the high platform.

The mixed and indistinguishable cries resounded through the entire hall almost instantly, Bai Jingzhen bent down along with the crowd, knelt down and kowtowed heavily.

"...Your Majesty, you are finally free."

You don't have to be this annoying emperor anymore.

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When the emperor passed away, the corpse had to rest in the Qingyang Palace for seven days, and the funeral could only be put into the coffin after seven days.

Emperor Wen Yu had been ill in bed for a long time before, so the funeral ritual utensils for the coffin and funeral had been prepared long ago.

It's just that although everyone in Fuli knew that the emperor was seriously ill, they never thought that he would die in public at the canonization ceremony of the crown prince. Therefore, the emperor's death still caused some troubles.

After the emperor's body was properly placed, the courtiers cried again, and then they left; the princess Yuan Lingzhi, who had just been enshrined, also returned to the East Palace with the comfort and support of the palace people.

The eunuchs and maids who came and went hurriedly walked, and the solemn navy blue and red colors in the palace soon turned into a room.

In the huge Qingyang Palace, Bai Jingzhen was the only one left in the blink of an eye. He took off his crown and stood in the palace, fingers in his sleeves slightly curled up, not knowing what to do for a moment.

The palace people recognized the crown prince and grand master appointed by the emperor, and knew that he was taught by the emperor Daxing since he was a child, and his feelings for His Majesty were different from others, so they never disturbed him, and just let him stand in front of him like a stone sculpture. There, there was silence.

"Master Bai, are you alright?" The old eunuch who had been by the emperor's side for nearly forty years bowed and recalled the young man's mind, the latter rolled his eyes in confusion and hesitation: "Probably?"

To this day, the resentment towards Yuan Sui hidden in his heart has long since dissipated, and what remains is only an unbearable sourness.

He was saddened by his death, but he couldn't help but want to be happy for him——

The emperor who didn't even dare to cry when his own sister died, finally broke free from the shackles that imprisoned him for the rest of his life. From now on, he can only be his "Yuan Sui".

He thought he should be happy for him.

But every time he tried to tentatively pull the corners of his lips, tears would still flow from his eye sockets, which were obviously already dry.

Therefore, he can't tell, what is he now...

"My lord, my condolences have changed. In addition, His Majesty left an oral order to this old slave before he was alive." The old eunuch bowed with his arms in his arms, and lowered his voice slightly, "Your Majesty said, let this old slave take you to a place after he dies." Go to the royal study."

"Yushufang?" Bai Jingzhen murmured softly following him subconsciously, and the old eunuch lowered his head accordingly: "Yes, Yushufang."

"My lord, Your Majesty said that he left some things for you in the imperial study, and I want you to get them yourself." The old eunuch said with a "please" gesture, "Master Bai, please come with this old slave."

"Then... there is Mrs. Lao." The young man replied in a daze, and the two left Qingyang Palace through the small gate in the courtyard.

There is still a long way to go from the Imperial Study Room to Qingyang Palace, and the old eunuch slowly talked to Bai Jingzhen about all kinds of interesting things about Emperor Wen Yu when he was young.

He talked about the fox fur that the eldest princess sewed for the emperor back then, and said that His Highness's female celebrity was extremely poor, and the fur was only worn by the emperor twice before the thread was already broken.

He said that Emperor Wen Yu was reluctant to throw away the unthreaded fox fur, and he was afraid that the embroiderers' overly delicate stitches would completely cover up the little girl's heart.

So the emperor, who usually only held a pen and a sword, picked up a sewing needle and thread for the first time, and by the bright candlelight in the palace, he clumsily and carefully sewed up the hole in his clothes.

The inner eunuch who grew up with the emperor and grew old, chattered about many old things that had passed away. When the two arrived at the empty imperial study, the muddy tears had already covered his wrinkled eyes. s face.

"Master Bai, I made you laugh." The old eunuch raised his sleeves and twitched his nose, and wiped his face indiscriminately, with a little embarrassment in his eyes.

He waved his whisk, pointed at the wide desk, and said with a trembling voice, "The things His Majesty wants to give you are in the second drawer at the bottom left of the desk."

"Go and find it."

"Thank you." The young man nodded and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He stepped forward, leaned over and opened the wooden box, and the objects inside it jumped into his eyes.

——It was a thick stack of handwritten books.

　Woohoo, I still write uncle as hiccups

　　I'll go to bed, try to get up early and then live two fucking chapters
　　The imperial decree in the last chapter was really written for me.

　　The key samples that can be found are very obscure, and the words are oddly shaped, so it is impossible to copy them

　　First of all, that thing cannot be used to describe Yuan Lingzhi

　　Secondly, at least half of the people can't understand (some words are very strange, meow), and then feel that I am counting words in water
　　Therefore, you have to refer to several imperial decrees and write it yourself. .

　　Still have to simplify. . .

　　It took me half an hour to write two hundred words (maybe more than that)
　　I withered on the spot after writing it

　　I don’t have that emotionless QAQ at all
　　
　
(End of this chapter)