Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

In the spring of the ninth year of Yong'an, Emperor Yong'an died of poison and died in Chengming Palace at the age of 29.On the same day, Beidi's army crossed Qishan and decided to launch a general attack on the capital.

The spring rain is like fog, with a hint of coolness. The pear blossoms in the courtyard have withstood the wind and rain all night, and now only a few petals of pistils are left hanging on the branches.

In her sleep, Ling Youyao seemed to hear the thick and dull sound of the horn again, subconsciously stretched out her hand to touch her side, it was still cold.She forgot that Fu Mingjue was defending against the enemy outside the city at this time.

The rain outside the curtain was pattering, and it was rare to be quiet, but she was always uneasy.

At this time, there was a small noise from outside, Ling Youyao suddenly woke up, she didn't even have time to put on her shoes, she stepped on the ground barefoot and went out.

Fu Mingjue had just taken off his cloak, and before the cold dissipated from his body, his waist tightened suddenly, and a soft body stuck up behind him, "You're back."

"Well, did it wake you up?" He held Ling Youyao's hand and frowned when he saw her bare feet, "Why don't you wear shoes?"

"I'm in a hurry to see you." She said it as a matter of course.

Fu Mingjue had no choice but to carry her back to the bed, pulled the quilt over her and said, "It's been cold these few days, don't freeze."

"Understood," Ling Youyao nodded obediently, but was reluctant to let go of him, "How long will you stay this time?"

"I'm leaving in a moment."

"So fast," Ling Youyao's eyes flickered with disappointment, and when she smelled the ambergris on his body, she paused slightly, "Have you gone to see His Majesty?"

Fu Mingjue's eyes darkened, and the hand on her back unconsciously became a little heavier, and said: "Prince De of Beidi took the place of Cai Yuan and set up an ambush in the palace, intending to hold His Majesty to force our army to surrender. When the army was defeated, he fled to Chengming Palace, and finally died under his own poisonous needle."

Although there were only a few words, Ling Youyao knew that last night must be extremely dangerous.

"I didn't expect Beidi to hide so deeply and deceived everyone. If it wasn't for Beidi, the Cai family would not have been ruined, and Fuya would not have entered the palace." She paused, looked up at Fu Mingjue, "wait for this After the battle, can you think of a way to take Fu Ya out of the palace?"

He lowered his eyelids, and his tone was unclear: "According to palace rules, concubines without children should be buried."

Ling Youyao was stunned: "What do you mean by that?"

As soon as the words fell, a heavy and long bell sounded in the sky. After the first sound was finished, another sound rose again, a total of twelve rings. The mournful ringing of the bell swayed layer upon layer above the capital, accompanied by the desolate sound of rain, as if echoing through the heavens and the earth. dirge.

Ling Youyao stared blankly, and whispered with her lips: "Your Majesty died?"

Yuan Hao died, and Fu Xiuyun couldn't make it through this spring. The fight outside the city was getting closer and closer. How long can that fragile city gate withstand?
The cold wind passed through the hall, and the silver bells under the curtain jingled, but such a melodious bell could not conceal the mournful lingering sound of the death knell.

Fu Mingjue tucked her sideburns behind her ears, and said, "Your Majesty passed away, and Beidi decided to take this opportunity to attack the city. Fortunately, the palace is far away from the city gate, so the sound of war drums will not disturb you. You can rest assured." In the mansion, wait for me to come back."

"Then when will you come back?" Ling Youyao knew that such a day would come, but when she was parting, she couldn't let go of the hand holding his sleeve.

He was silent for a long time, and only gave an ambiguous answer: "It won't be too long."

Ling Youyao knew that this trip would be dangerous, but she could only let him go. If she could, she would also want to be selfish and keep him by her side, but she couldn't.

She raised her face and kissed the corner of his lips. Tears flowed down and hit the back of Fu Mingjue's hands, hot and heavy.

"If you want to come back, we will wait for you." The "we" she said was her and the child.

"it is good"

Fu Mingjue held her face with trembling fingertips, bowed his head and kissed away her tears, all his nostalgia and tenderness were expressed without words.The country is restless, and my heart is restless.His departure is inevitable and also destiny.

Zi Lan walked in from the outside and reminded: "My lord, Jiang Zhou is already waiting outside the door."

Ling Youyao lowered her hands, squeezed out a smile against her will, and said, "Let's go, I'll see you off."

The rain has stopped, occasionally a few wisps of rain will blow down, and the thin dark clouds will pass by with the wind. On such a quiet rainy day, Ling Youyao watched Fu Mingjue leave.

Beidi soldiers approached the city, and Liangzhou Wei was forced to retreat to Beiming Gate. The flames raged in the sky, and the black smoke that shot straight into the sky covered the original spring scenery. Even the warm spring breeze seemed to have a breath of death.

The crisp sound of horseshoes echoed in the quiet long street, and Ling Youyao didn't look away until the black figure merged into the boundless rain.

Even if the love is deep, there is no way to part, this journey is full of dangers, I only hope that you will return.

After Yuan Hao's death, Bei Di seemed to have lost an arm, Yuan Yuxuan also completely torn face with Yuan Yutang, and the haze that shrouded the Cai family finally dissipated.It wasn't until this moment that everyone knew that the crime of treacherous officials never belonged to Cai Yuan, it was just a villain who caused years of infamy for loyal officials who were clean and honest.

Shen Xuhuai wiped out the remnants of Yuan Hao's party in the capital, and the hidden stakes hidden in the capital were pulled out one by one.

At present, the enemy army has not retreated. After discussion by the courtiers, the funeral ceremony of the first emperor has been postponed, and the prince is still in charge of the country.

After Fu Xiuyun's death, the Empress Dowager was so distraught that she couldn't get sick, and she lay on the bed all day long, chanting "Ayun" and "A Chuo" in her mouth.Her two sons and daughters, the daughter broke up with her, and now the son is gone, and the white-haired man gives the black-haired man.What she longed for was what she once had, but now she is left with a withered and old body, lonely in her knees, maybe this is God's punishment for her
The maid who served close by reported the matter to Fu Yunchuo, meaning: the Queen Mother is about to die.

Two years later, Fu Yunchuo stepped into the Yanfu Palace again, and when he saw the empress dowager's old and haggard face, he was a little stunned. Her memory was still on the day when the two had been arguing endlessly.

The queen mother was very ill, her head was dizzy, and she vaguely felt that there was a person standing beside the bed.

"A Chuo. You're back?" She moved her pale and chapped lips, and her hands were wrinkled. It was only two years since she had seen each other, but she had aged so much.

Fu Yunchuo couldn't understand his mood at this time, so he didn't approach her, but stood by the bed and looked at her quietly.

The queen mother saw that she was not moving, so she couldn't help crying: "A Chuo, you haven't come to see the queen mother for a long time, the queen mother wants to see you, you should come closer, so that the queen mother can take a good look at you."

She sobbed sadly, her appearance of helpless begging was not at all like a queen mother of a country.In fact, she has always been just a mother who longs for her daughter's forgiveness.

After all, Fu Yunchuo walked over, knelt down in front of her, and said in an unnatural tone, "The imperial doctor said you should rest well and stop crying."

The queen mother didn't listen to her words, reached out tremblingly, grabbed her sleeve and said: "A Chuo, the queen mother knows that she is wrong, can you forgive the queen mother? It is the queen mother who is sorry for you. The queen mother should not hide the matter of your Xue family. You shouldn't be forced to marry into An Guogong's mansion."

Mostly when a person is about to die, he will always think of many past events, and only at this moment will he know regret.

She has done too many wrong things in her life, hurt too many people for the sake of her so-called reputation, and even pushed her own daughter out.At one time, he was blinded by greed and made people regret the past, but now he only hopes to be forgiven, and this life will be considered complete.

The Empress Dowager stretched out her hand tremblingly, grabbed Fu Yunchuo's sleeve, tears streaming down her face: "A Chuo, can you forgive the Empress Dowager?"

Fu Yunchuo raised his face slightly, there was some heat in his eye sockets, as if he was about to roll down.In two years, more than 700 days and nights, she transcribed countless scriptures, and the fragrant sandalwood replaced the clean plum blossom, just to make up for the debt in her heart.Now she finally waited for an apology, but she was not as relaxed as she imagined, and her heart sank even more.Her mother made a mistake, but her mother was the only one who made the mistake?
The soldiers who died in the Sunset Cloud Valley have long been turned into bones, and the name that lingered in the dream has also disappeared.

Fu Yunchuo knew that they would never come back, never again
Gradually, the crying in the ears weakened, and the weight on the hands fell off little by little. Fu Yunchuo looked down, and her mother's face was still covered with tears, but she closed her eyes, as if she was tired from crying and fell asleep. It's just that I fell asleep and couldn't wake up again.

Fu Yunchuo gently held her haggard hand, clinging to her hand as he did when he was a child, and softly called "Mother's Queen", but unfortunately, no one answered her anymore.
The Queen Mother didn't wait for Fu Yunchuo's forgiveness until she died, and finally passed away with regrets.

His Majesty and the Empress Dowager passed away one after another, and the battle outside the city was fierce, but the spring day when everything was revived was full of desolation, and it was unknown when the flames of war would dissipate.

After Fu Mingjue left, Ling Qingyan came and wanted to take Ling Youyao back, so as not to make her feel sad by guarding the empty palace alone.

But Ling Youyao refused. The reason was: "I accept the bed. If I change the place suddenly, I won't be able to sleep."

Ling Qingyan twitched the corner of her mouth: "When I was a child, I could fall asleep next to the door, but now I can recognize the bed."

He knew that Ling Youyao didn't want to leave the palace because he was worried about Fu Mingjue, but there was an army of 15 outside the city, and the Guan Ning army hadn't arrived for a long time. In case of any accident, he couldn't come in time. Startled.

But Ling Youyao insisted that he couldn't persuade her anymore, he just told her to be careful and take care of herself.

After sending Ling Qingyan away, the palace became quiet again, not only the palace, but also the capital city, and the restless flow of people could no longer be heard.

Ling Youyao looked up, and there were thin clouds drifting across the gray sky, and a few wisps of fine smoke and dust were carried in the wind—the traces from the battlefield.

She moved across the courtyard, and suddenly, her vision was blocked by shadows.Then, a piece of blood-stained and burnt flag fell to her feet in the wind.Almost at a glance, she recognized that it was Xuan Yuwei's military flag.

With a "boom", something seemed to explode in the heart, the blood in the whole body seemed to freeze at this moment, the vague sound of war drums became clearer, and the chaotic sound of horseshoes and footsteps overlapped together, accompanied by loud screams , the next moment will break through the city.

The tranquility was finally broken, Xia Cheng came in from the door with guards, and said solemnly: "Princess, the city gate is about to fall, please evacuate quickly!"

"What did you say?" Ling Youyao was a little unsteady, her face pale.

Zilan hurriedly supported her and persuaded: "Princess, time is running out, let's leave first!"

She stared closely at the direction of Beiming Gate, and asked with all her strength, "Where is the prince?"

Xia Cheng truthfully said: "This subordinate doesn't know, but the prince ordered before leaving that if Beidi breaks the city, he will let his subordinates escort you to leave."

"Leave?" Ling Youyao trembled in her voice. Did Fu Mingjue expect this day?But he clearly said that he would come back, why did he say such things to Xia Cheng again?

Countless voices passed through her ears, it was the clanging of swords colliding, the ferocity of iron riders crushing the city gate, and the muffled groan of sharp knives piercing flesh and blood. All the sounds were intertwined. She calmed down, but the coldness coming from outside the city made her unable to reason.

Is the final outcome still unchangeable?
Ling Youyao stared blankly at the Xuanyu Guards flag falling from the sky, she felt that all this was like a dream, how could Fu Mingjue lose?But the fact is that he really died under Beiming's sect.

The fireworks blowing in the wind confused her vision, the dark sky sank, and at some point, raindrops floated in the sky again.

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from a distance, and the banner standing tall on the city tower collapsed, and then the huge eagle rose up.

"The Beiming Gate has fallen."

Tears rolled down from the eyes, and the beating heart in the chest disappeared into the dust with the slowly falling Great Yanjun flag. That terrible nightmare finally became a reality. There will be no more sun in the future, and such a good spring day can only be buried forever In the rain.-
There are light gray clouds piled up under the beautiful mountains, the mottled sunlight falls through the layers of branches and leaves on the blue bricks in front of the temple, the air is filled with a touch of sandalwood, and the soft sound of wooden fish echoes in the mountain temple. Gradually stabilized.

Ling Youyao fell asleep for a long time, and when she woke up again, the sky outside the window was already dark.

The blue color in front of me was very strange, it wasn't Lanhui Garden, nor Fuqing Garden, but the slight sound of monks chanting sutras from outside, it was known that this place was a temple.

She looked at the surrounding environment, and couldn't remember how she got here. The last memory left in her mind was: Beiming Gate fell.
Thinking of this, she suddenly woke up, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and walked out quickly.

But as soon as she stepped out of the door, Zi Lan came from the other side of the corridor with the medicine in her hand. Seeing Ling Youyao woke up, she hurried over: "Princess, you are awake."

Ling Youyao didn't respond, she just stared blankly at the distant sky dyed red by the twilight for a long time before asking: "What time is it now?"

Although Zi Lan was puzzled, she still replied truthfully: "It's just passed the time of You."

"Then how long have I been asleep?"

Zilan hesitated for a moment, then said, "Seven days."

Ling Youyao was in a daze. She wanted to ask Fu Mingjue, but she was afraid of hearing bad news.Before she left the capital, Beidi had invaded the capital, and it has been seven days, what will the scenery be like in the capital?Did Fu Mingjue really die under the rain of arrows as she dreamed?She didn't dare to think about it, and she didn't even have the courage to ask.

The wind in the mountains was very light, brushing his cheeks softly, as if he was still by his side.

Ling Youyao opened her lips, her voice was ethereal like the wind: "Is he alright?"

Zilan knew that she would ask, and was prepared early, but when she really wanted to speak, she still couldn't bear it.

She pondered for a long time, and said: "On the day when Beidi attacked the city, the prince and his Xuanyu guards guarded the city gate to buy time for the people in Beijing to escape. After a day of hard work, the Guanning army finally arrived. Later, the prince led the troops He forced Beidi to leave the country, but he fell into Beidi's trap outside the pass, and he has not been found yet."

After saying this, she quickly said: "Princess, don't worry, Jiang Zhou has brought someone to look for it, and we will hear about it soon."

These words were just to comfort Ling Youyao. Jiang Zhou had led people to search for dozens of times in the desert where Fu Mingjue disappeared. Whose it is, I can't tell at all.Going to the back, Jiang Zhou couldn't tell whether Fu Mingjue was still alive, and finally found the lost objects of Fu Mingjue among the scattered wreckage——

Zilan took out a purse from her sleeve and presented it in front of her: "Princess, this is from Jiangzhou, it should be something from the prince."

For some reason, when Ling Youyao saw the purse, she felt a little sore in her heart.Enduring the trembling of her fingertips, she took the purse, and a small and exquisite silver lock slid out. The surrounding moiré patterns were carved very finely. Two auspicious clouds gathered at the bottom, and there was a word "Fu" engraved there.

Through the familiar handwriting, she seemed to be able to see the young man in black sitting under the lamp in the long night, holding a carving knife in his hand, carefully carving the safety lock.
Ling Youyao remembered that it was still in Zongzheng Temple.At that time, she had just been diagnosed with pregnancy and had trouble falling asleep at night, so she would pull Fu Mingjue to talk, talking about many things from the past, and asking him whether he liked boys or girls.Fu Mingjue didn't think too much about the child, and just said "anything is fine", but Ling Youyao didn't want to let him go easily, and asked him if he had decided on a name for the child, and her only answer was "Not yet." decided".

Of course Ling Youyao was not satisfied with this answer, she took his hand and put it on her stomach, and whispered to him: "I want him to be like you and me, but I am very afraid that this child will not come into this world safely. "

Fu Mingjue didn't say anything at that time, he just patted her on the back, telling her not to be afraid.

Ling Youyao thought that he really didn't care, until she saw the safety lock, she realized that in his heart, he also hoped that the child would be safe.
The wind made her eyes a little dry, and she stared at the safety lock lying quietly in her palm, her heart gradually throbbing.

He remembered everything she said, and he did it seriously, but he promised to come back, but he broke his promise.
The gentle twilight slowly recedes in the suppressed cries, and the long, long bells echo in the mountains and forests, as if telling the sorrow of leaving.

After Fu Mingjue disappeared outside the pass, Pei Ce led the Liangzhou Guard and the Guanning Army all the way to Beidi Imperial City, where blood flowed like rivers and corpses littered the field.In the end, Beidi, like the Tatars back then, disappeared in the grassland after the defeat.

After this battle, Yan's vitality was severely injured. Shen Xuhuai proposed to reduce taxes so that the people could reduce their burdens, and no one in the court opposed it.

After the funeral ceremony of the first emperor and the empress dowager was over, all the ministers invited the crown prince to ascend the throne, but Fu Yunchen insisted on waiting for Fu Mingjue to return before he would inherit the throne.The ministers didn't understand what he was thinking, they only thought that the prince was thinking of King Jing's meritorious service in protecting the country, and they were grateful, so they followed him.

After the capital settled down, Ling Yuwei also took Song Shi back to Beijing. Ling Qingyan wanted to take Ling Youyao back to the Ling family, but she didn't want to go back to Beijing, and only said that she could feel at ease by staying in front of the Buddha.

Looking at her calm eyes, Ling Qingyan didn't know how to comfort her, so she asked Mrs. Song to come over in person.

Unexpectedly, when the mother and daughter met and said a few words, they both stayed in Foguang Temple.Now, Ling Qingyan and Ling Yu were the only ones left in the Ling family who hated each other.

At the end of the day, Ling Youyao could already feel another heartbeat in her body. When she first found out about this, she felt strange, and often sat alone in the gazebo and talked to herself about the past.

She looked at the green mountains and rivers, gently rubbed the safety lock in her hand, her eyes were far away, and she didn't know what she thought of.

Suddenly, there was a very light sound behind her, Ling Youyao froze all over, and immediately turned around, the light in her eyes suddenly disappeared when she saw the person coming.

"Sorry for disappointing the princess." Jiu Yun put his palms together, with kind eyes, standing three feet away.

She shook her head lightly: "It's just that I have a little thought in my heart, and I just don't want to be reconciled."

Jiu Yun smiled slightly and said, "Wangfei, do you still remember the hexagram that the poor monk calculated a few years ago?"

Ling Youyao naturally remembered: "The host went to Huaizhou 20 years ago because of the news of the birth of the Phoenix, but my cousin is dead, I don't know what the host mentioned today, why?"

"The birth of the Phoenix is ​​indeed true, but the poor monk miscalculated the place." He looked at Ling Youyao with a smile and continued, "It's not Huaizhou, but a place beyond the reach of the world. If the poor monk didn't guess wrong, That's where you came from."

All the secrets buried in her heart were seen through at this moment. She stood up with the corner of the table, nervous and excited, and asked: "Dare to ask the host. Who am I?"

Jiuyun just looked at her quietly and smiled, and after a long time, he said: "You have always been you, but a serious illness in childhood caused you to have a real and long-lasting dream."

His voice drifted in the wind, turning into a little bit of warmth, soothing the heart that was floating in the world.The true and the false in the world are like mountains in the forest. When the morning sun rises, the true face of the foot of the mountain will appear, and the original memory will become clearer and deeper.

At this moment, she finally found her true self.
April is the end of the world, and counting the days carefully, Ling Youyao has been in Foguang Temple for almost three months.

During this period, Ling Qingyan visited her a few times, and told her many things that happened in Beijing recently, such as Pei Ce inheriting the title of King Jing'an and marrying Miss Su's family; I heard that Madam's appearance is quite similar to that of the previous emperor's Concubine Yu; for example, Xie Yuanting, who was rumored to have died early, has returned. His Highness the Crown Prince saw him and wanted to go back to Lushan with him. The courtiers were so anxious that they wanted to find the eldest princess. Discuss, who would have thought that the eldest princess would follow Xie Yuanting back to Lushan?

Ling Qingyan was sitting on the threshold, chatting casually, Ling Youyao was napping by the window, listening to him talking about these interesting things, she unconsciously bent her lips.

Great, everyone's back
That night, Ling Youyao had a very long dream. She dreamed that the peach tree in the palace was full of pink flowers, and even the air was filled with a sweet fragrance.The surrounding lights were lit up, and it was as beautiful as a fairyland, and under the tree, she saw the figure that she missed day and night again.

Fu Mingjue
During the days when he was away, she pretended to be strong, got used to smiling, and faced everything calmly.Sometimes she pretends so much that even she can't tell the difference: does she really not care?

The answer is of course no.

She babbled in her sleep, and only dared to miss her loved one quietly in the dead of night.The peach blossoms have fallen, but he has not returned yet.
The window was opened at some point, and the breeze blew in with the fragrance of flowers, and the soft petals fell on Ling Youyao's cheeks. She trembled her eyelashes, and in an instant, that familiar figure broke into her eyes, and all the drowsiness dissipated at this moment.

Is this a dream?

The wind stopped, and she just watched the man walking towards her, step by step, everything in the world receded into the distance, at this moment, she only had him in her eyes.

When you meet the king again in the season of falling flowers, all the parting, sadness and sorrow are turned into falling red and buried in the dust. The repeated singing of "holding the hand of the son, and growing old with the son" is no longer the expectation.It turns out that fate is reversible, as long as you are here, it will be a good death.

He lightly brushed off the peach blossoms on Ling Youyao's bun, his eyes filled with affection for a lifetime: "This time, I came back before the peach blossoms faded."

Ling Youyao smiled, with tears in her smile: "Well, you are not allowed to leave in the future."

Fu Mingjue responded to her with a smile: "Okay."

If life is just like the first time you see it, may you join hands with your son in this life to share the mountains and rivers.

The text is finished.

I rushed to post the article in the last minute, and I didn't have time to check it carefully, and it may be revised later.So far, the main text has been officially completed (the extra chapter will continue to be updated) and it took eight months. The process was very bumpy. I often get stuck. The grades of this book are actually not good. I have also been discouraged and wanted to give up, but I still persevered.This is the first book I have officially finished writing. Although there are many deficiencies, I have learned a lot from it. I hope I can produce better works in the future. Writing late at night is quite touching, just listen to me Let’s talk nonsense, thank you all who voted for me, see you in the next book!