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Chapter 418 The Empress Passes Away
"Go back to your mother, it's driving very well."

"Well, it would be great if I could make sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. Why don't we make a few jars of sweet-scented osmanthus bars while I still have the strength these few days, and when my sister-in-law's child gets married or gets married, you dig it out for me and give her a jar , By the way, Wanyan’s children also have to give away, and of course yours must also be given away. Thinking about it this way, it seems that it needs to be brewed a lot.”

An Li almost cried, "Niang Niang, don't worry so much, just come down and brew, as much as you want, the subordinate will brew for you."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." She closed her eyes, and the sweet-scented osmanthus in her hand was inexplicably heavy, "Anli, how far is it to the palace?"

An Li lifted the curtain and took a look, "We're almost here, and my subordinates saw the emperor waiting for you at the door."

Li Junhao is waiting for her?

Fu Xuanrong raised her eyelids, but she was really sleepy and tired.

The scent of the sweet-scented osmanthus in her hand became stronger and stronger, her ears were buzzing, and Li Junhao's face appeared in front of her dark eyes.

Wearing a crescent-colored gown, he stood under a red plum tree with his hands behind his back, and the petals were as bright as clouds.

A smile appeared on that person's jade-like face, and he walked towards him step by step, and stretched out his hand.

"Xuanrong, let's go home."

……

In the first month after the new emperor ascended the throne, the empress, who had not yet been formally conferred, died on the carriage back to the palace.

The autumn rain continued that day, and the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus permeated the entire capital, and the fragrance did not dissipate for a long time.

The people spontaneously knelt on both sides of the road, dressed in white, and cried to see the queen who died for her family and country for the last time.

The great relative of the new emperor, whose black hair turned white overnight, brought the queen's body back to the palace, and ordered that all affairs in the court should be temporarily handed over to Mr. Song.

The palace is full of white lanterns, and every servant walking on the road is ashen-faced. No one can believe that the empress who gave them winter clothes with a smile on her face two days ago will die. up.

Liu Yuan and Xiao Ru had passed out from crying several times. Fu Zipei was afraid that the child in Liu Yuan's womb would be affected, so he had to take her back to the Prime Minister's Mansion first.

And Xiao Ru refused to leave no matter what, she stayed in the mourning hall every day to wash her face with tears.

After defeating the rebels, Gu Shaoqing heard the news on the day he arrived in Beijing. He fell off his horse and broke one of his legs. The legs went to Li Wangfu.

In the mourning hall, Fu Xuanrong's body was placed quietly in the coffin. She had always been an unstable person, she would make one laugh or that, and she would tell them many novel and interesting stories in different ways.

Now that they had only been separated for half a month, she had turned into a cold corpse.

The face of a dead person always looks gray and white. Gu Shaoqing remembers that Fu Xuanrong put on a heavy make-up for herself one year in order to pretend to be sick, which is almost like this.

So he would rather believe that Fu Xuanrong was joking with them than believe that she was really dead.

"An Li, where did the emperor go?" Xiao Ru, whose eyes were swollen into walnuts, asked hoarsely.

"The emperor is processing the notes in the study."

"It's already at this time, and he still has the mind to deal with the book?!" That day, Li Junhao's black hair turned white overnight, which frightened the civil and military officials and those close to him. Everyone thought that he would be devastated, but they never thought that he would start to be normal the next day. Dealing with notes and talking with ministers is just a transfer of the location from the palace to the palace.

An Li sniffled, "I don't know what the Emperor thinks."

"Xuanrong's body should not be placed for too long, at most it will be buried tomorrow. You can ask the emperor if you want to go with me." It stands to reason that Fu Xuanrong, as a queen, is going to be buried in the imperial tomb, but Li Junhao said that she would be buried in the imperial mausoleum. He was buried under the Yanshan Mountain, with his mother and concubine.

"Then I'll ask the emperor." An Li stood up and went to the study. He knocked on the door a few times, and it took a long time before Li Junhao's voice came from inside.

"Enter."

An Li pushed open the door and found that the study was very dark. Li Junhao hadn't closed his eyes for a few days. He looked like he was ten years old. His white hair was scattered behind him. For some reason, he suddenly gave birth to There was an illusion that he was old and gone.

"Your majesty, I am here to ask, are you going to send the empress's coffin to the ground tomorrow?"

"No." Li Junhao replied without any hesitation, not even any emotional ups and downs.

An Li found it incomprehensible, "Your majesty, the person she can't let go of is you, if you don't go to see her off on the last journey, she will definitely be sad."

"If she really cared about me, she wouldn't hide everything until she died."

"Your majesty, you have no conscience for what you said!" An Li wept angrily, "The empress found out that she was poisoned, and the wound could not heal. She was afraid that her injury would affect you, so she would rather be alone. After carrying it, the wound festered more and more, she still gritted her teeth and endured it, do you know how much pain she had at that time?!"

"Since you came to the throne, she has not had a day of leisure, beheading the remnants, making suggestions for stabilizing the previous dynasty, and trying her best to create fire and thunder to fight against the prince. Your majesty, you can call her stupid, say she is stupid Silly, but it can never be said that she doesn't care about you."

Because until she died, she still wanted to look at you again, waiting for you to pick her up and go home.

An Li talked for a long time, and finally cried until he couldn't speak properly, but Li Junhao remained as calm as water from the beginning to the end, as if the person who died was just someone who had nothing to do with him.

This was the first time that An Li felt a sense of blame for his master who had followed him for several years.

She didn't understand, where did the man who regarded his master as his life go?Could it be that the position of emperor can really make people feel like a rock?

She couldn't see through it, couldn't figure it out, and didn't want to continue asking.

Because she was afraid of the answer she would get, even Fu Xuanrong, who was under Nine Springs, felt chilled.

Noon the next day.

Fu Xuanrong's coffin was carried to Yanshan Mountain, where it was still the same as usual, with picturesque scenery and smog.

Gu Shaoqing and Song Wen's group of friends all came to see them off, even those noble ladies who had only met Fu Xuanrong a few times in the past rushed over.

They watched the coffin sink into the soil slowly, turning into a low slope, with her name engraved on the tombstone in a few strokes, which looked a bit bleak.

"Will the world know that there is such a queen in the future?" Xiao Ru asked softly, but she didn't know if she was asking herself or someone else.

"No." Song Wenzhi took her into his arms, "The emperor ordered that all records about the queen be erased in Beiao territory, not even a single word can be left behind."

Xiao Ru sneered, "Is he really blind? Or is he deceiving himself?"

Could it be that if all the records are erased, it can be treated as Fu Xuanrong never existed?
(End of this chapter)