There is a black lotus in the deep palace

Chapter 337 The mess

In the early autumn of Qinghe's 11th year, General Tang Zhenxiao, the King of Zhenbei personally proclaimed by the emperor, passed away suddenly from a relapse of a serious illness.

At any rate, he is the head of the Great Xia Dynasty, at any rate he is the father of the Empress Empress who is the mother of the world, and at any rate he is an old general who has guarded the border for the Great Xia Dynasty for decades.

Most of what his death brought to the court and the people was sadness.

After the vigorous funeral, in order to show filial piety, the current emperor ordered the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty to mourn for a month. During this month, everyone, including the common people, stopped all entertainment activities, weddings, singing and dancing, etc.

All together, we mourn in silence for this famous general.

As an emperor, as Tang Wanning's husband, as the monarch of the Great Xia Dynasty, this is the highest standard for him to mourn his love and loyal ministers, and it is all he can do.

Just, as if that wasn't enough.

Looking at Tang Wanning's haggard body and pale face day by day, how could he sit still?

But he didn't know how to persuade him, and he didn't know how to say it. Xia Houjue was very impatient for a while.

"Wanwan? See, Haiyan and Jingming have grown taller again, and they can walk a lot more smoothly. They will be two years old after the new year, and I'm afraid they will be much more naughty than now."

"Really?" Tang Wanning replied sullenly, and smiled again with her chapped lips.

"I'm afraid we need to add a few eunuchs to watch over it. Haiyan is reckless and active, but Jingming is quieter..." Xia Houjue guided her bit by bit according to the method the imperial physician said.

The child is also mentioned to let her know that the dead are dead, and the living must continue to move forward. She can't always be immersed in the pain of the past. She can't take care of herself. After all, she is a mother.

"What you said is that Haiyan is reckless, but Jingming is calm..." Tang Wanning repeated dumbly, and then stopped talking.

Xia Houjue didn't look good enough to continue talking, sat quietly for a while, got up and went out.

Heart disease still needs heart medicine. In winter, Mrs. Tang entered the palace. She is obviously much older than before, and her movements are becoming slower. The expression on her face is no longer as bright as it used to be. .

"Ning'er!" She sat on the side of the bed calmly, looking at her sickly daughter on the bed, her heart was full of mixed feelings, and her pain was as sharp as a knife.

"Ning'er, you really... It's been so long, can't you let it go?"

"You look like this, your father is also uneasy over there."

With one sentence, Tang Wanning burst into tears. She looked at her mother with some sorrow, and talked back to her for the first time.

"But mother, I just can't understand why you have been living with your father, why don't you know that his old illness has relapsed, don't you two love each other the most? I don't understand, and I can't understand, mother, tell me Why do I?"

If her mother had told her earlier, she would have sent the best imperial physician over there for diagnosis and treatment, and she would have stayed at her natal home to accompany her father, and she would have done her best as a daughter in front of her father.

She always felt that there was still a long time, and that the years were peaceful, but she didn't want her father to pass away suddenly. She was caught off guard and couldn't accept it at all.

"Mother, tell me what to do? Tell me how to accept it? I have been married in the capital for so many years, and I want to see you all. I finally got the chance. I haven't had time to be filial, but my father is gone. I can't accept it. ,Can not accept!"

As she spoke, tears dripped down her cheeks.

Ever since she could remember, that mountain-like man had been simply and rudely caring for her, holding her in his palm as a jewel in his palm, spoiling her, pampering her to heaven.

No matter how difficult or difficult the situation is, as long as I think that I am the daughter of General Tang, I can't let him down, and I will bear it.

But now, everything is gone, this feeling is like when she is finally ready to set sail, the ship is gone, and only she is left alone, alone, alone, alone, this feeling is really It is too uncomfortable.

"Ning'er, are you blaming me?" Mrs. Tang's face was haggard, with an incredulous expression.

Tang Wanning remained silent, and Madam Tang's heart sank little by little.

"Mother, I..."

"So, you are blaming me!" When she spoke again, Madam Tang burst into tears.

"Ning'er, I never thought that you would blame me. That's right, it's my fault this time. I was only thinking about the children, but I forgot that there was a stubborn old man who was the most worthy of care. I ignored it. he..."

She lowered her head in self-reproach, without even a single word of excuse, as if her soul had been sucked out of her, she was lifeless.

"Mother..." Tang Wanning couldn't help feeling distressed, got up and hugged her mother, tears streaming down her face.

"I blame you a little bit, but I don't hate you, mother, I know you feel uncomfortable, and you don't want to, I know, I know..."

When Mrs. Tang heard what she said, she couldn't bear it anymore, and the mother and daughter cried.

After crying a lot, Tang Wanning finally felt better, and the two comforted each other carefully.

"Your father was most afraid of you crying when he was alive. He loved you the most. Now he is looking at you in the sky. You can't let him down."

"Mother, was there anything unusual about my father during that time?" Tang Wanning asked.

"Yes, he likes to watch children the most. He likes to hold your elder brother's children in his arms. He likes to watch Chang'er study and practice martial arts. He always likes to inquire about you. Once he said that he would come to the palace to look for you. Stopped it, I should have known..."

The more she listened, the more sad she became, Tang Wanning couldn't help crying again.

"Father must want to see me, it's all my fault, I should go back and see more!"

Mrs. Tang shook her head: "Ning'er, you don't have to blame yourself. Your father doesn't have any regrets. He knows you are doing well, so it doesn't matter whether he sees you or not. If he has something on his mind, he won't just leave like this... ..."

"He was very peaceful when he left, with a smile on his face, thinking about it...he has no wish."

"Yes, I have no wish!"

The mother and daughter cried for a while, talked again, cried again, and said a few more words, on and off throughout the morning, and finally their emotions gradually stopped.

Mrs. Tang couldn't bear it anymore, she got up, washed her face, put on her makeup and adjusted her clothes, and left the palace with the maid's hand.

Tang Wanning walked her mother to the gate of the palace all the way, and then slowly went back.

I don't know if it was due to depression during this period of time or something, but when she sat down, she suddenly felt that her eyes went dark, and then she didn't know anything.

Shaoyao and Bailu lost their voices and panicked, one went to invite the emperor, the other to invite the imperial physician, the Jinhua Palace was in chaos.

(End of this chapter)