After the crazy criticism of the prince ascending the throne, I can't escape

Two days later.

Zhao Ying hurriedly entered.

"General, a letter from Kyoto."

Ying Lili took it.

I opened it and took a look, feeling inexplicably sad.

"The Emperor passed away."

She didn't know what the people and court officials thought of Emperor Longhui.

At least towards her, this person's attitude has always been very good.

Even, in order to make her match Rong Qingzhang.

Despite the discussions and objections of the courtiers, he named her a first-class general to govern the country.

His love for his son, especially his love for Rong Qingzhang.

It can be said to be vividly reflected.

The favorite son wants to marry a palace maid.

She even wanted to become a queen.

What's more, for the sake of this maid, he refused to accept a concubine.

As an emperor, he is also a father.

It is rare to be able to indulge your son in this way.

There are many allusions in history about the deep love between God and God.

However, Zhu Youtang is the only one who is truly monogamous.

Carrying the wine bottle, he walked out of the tent.

Ying Lili knelt down on her knees in the direction of Kyoto.

If not because of her servility, Emperor Longhui was her father-in-law after all.

The emperor showed the greatest kindness to her.

Giving him a ride should be his fair share.

"Zhao Ying, I am anxious for the general to come to the account to discuss matters."

"Yes!"

**
Kyoto.

Rong Qingzhang held his son in his arms, facing the main hall of Yanshou Palace.

There is a huge and luxurious coffin placed here.

Emperor Longhui lay quietly inside.

Below, several princes, princesses and court officials were keeping vigil.

In the Jokhang funeral ceremony, if a relative in the family passes away, they must keep vigil for seven days.

If it’s a muggy summer, it can be reduced to three days.

Whether it is three days or seven days, there is no clear rule among the people.

There are high gates.

In the hall, eminent monks from Wanfo Temple were chanting sutras and praying for Emperor Longhui.

I hope Emperor Longhui can find peace in another world.

The little prince was originally held in his father's arms.

Then he struggled to lean forward.

Rong Qingzhang took him two steps forward and came to the coffin.

The little prince lay on the edge of the unsealed coffin and looked inside.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

He screamed, occasionally looking back at his father.

Rong Qingzhang's eyes were sour and he said: "Weird, please say goodbye to the emperor's grandfather."

The words fell here.

The sound of sobs was heard in the palace.

The sound grew louder and then turned into howling.

"Ah, Father...Father..."

Rong Qinghuan cried until tears and snot flowed from his nose.

Princess Yong, who was kneeling behind her, was filled with helplessness. You must be too unique.

You cry so loudly, of course you are sincere.

But what should the other princes and princesses do?

My crying voice is softer than yours, and I don’t seem filial enough.

Compared to you, these princes and young masters really can't do it.

Hey……

Princess Yong sighed.

She even foresaw how others would deal with her, the princess, after the Emperor was buried.

But what can be done.

My own prince can only be pampered.

Anyway, he has to observe mourning for three years, so the prince's errands are probably not that important.

You can go and keep filial piety for the Supreme Emperor.

Three years later, I went sightseeing with the prince again.

It’s probably time to forget about it by then.

Rong Qingzhang sighed helplessly.

Come forward with your son.

"Go to the side hall to sober up." He said, putting his son into his arms, "Don't get Zhaozhao's clothes dirty."

Rong Qinghuan hugged his nephew.

Seeing his fair and tender appearance, and his big clear eyes when he looked at her.Instantly, sadness came from it.

Tears fell again.

He stood up and carried Rong Jinzhao towards the side hall, choking as he walked.

"Zhaozhao, Uncle Huang has no father."

"belch--"

Come to the side hall and put the little prince on the soft platform.

Rong Qinghuan grabbed the handkerchief and cleaned his painted face.

Not long after, Concubine Xian also walked in.

Sitting next to him, he picked up the little prince and put him on his lap.

Naturally, she felt extremely disappointed.

After all, he is the man whom he has loved all his life.

At this time, he was lying in the coffin in the outer hall.

She was in a trance now, as if she was in a dream, her whole body was erratic and she couldn't find any sense of reality.

suddenly.

There was a soft force on his face.

Concubine Xian came to her senses and saw the little prince touching her face.

She smiled and held his fleshy little hand, but felt wet.

"..."

She cried, but she couldn't hold it back.

She curled her lips, trying to give her child a smile.

However, she understood that this smile must be ugly.

The reflection in his black grape-like pupils was uglier than crying.

"My mother's day is sad."

Mrs. Dingguo Gong came in, stepped forward and took the little prince away.

Seeing this, Rong Qinghuan stood up and gave her a seat, then left.

In the side hall, these two are the only ones left.

"There are fewer and fewer people." Concubine Xian lamented, her voice hoarse.

"Concubine De... was imprisoned in Prince Gong's Mansion. His Majesty never let go of her before he died. She will never be able to step out of the Prince's Mansion in her lifetime."

"The others have been resettled, either returning home or living in palaces on the outskirts of Beijing."

"A good concubine was actually asked to be buried by the Supreme Emperor."

The old lady nodded.

Said: "This person has done too many evil things during his lifetime. Your Majesty does not like him. The Emperor loves his son very much and does not want to embarrass Your Majesty. Moreover, she herself is able to enjoy the glory of her lifetime thanks to Your Majesty. Without His Majesty, she can only Reduced to a romantic place."

"From a poor merchant girl to one of the four concubines, her life can be considered a legend."

What can Mrs. Xian say?

She really doesn't like the good concubine.

After all, that person's scheming is not simple.

The shadow of this person was almost always behind the storms in the palace over the years.

**
In a secluded room somewhere in the palace.

Hongxian sat at the table, crossed her legs, and looked at the woman inside.

He smiled and said, "Just give up, you can't escape."

That woman is the good concubine.

The emperor died and she was buried.

But she didn't expect that she actually found a woman with a similar body shape to her, and the fake one looked like the real one.

After that, he used the art of disguise to try to escape.

"That's too clumsy." Hongxian clicked his tongue and shook his head.

It is also a coincidence.

He happened to be preparing to leave the city for something, and encountered the Forbidden Army checking at the city gate.

After a brief chat, he offered a hand.

By coincidence, I met the good concubine who had changed her appearance.

"You're really asking for trouble if you try to disguise yourself in front of me."

"Even Xiao Lizi, his ability to disguise himself for the first time is three points better than yours."

Liang Fei knew that she really couldn't escape.

But she doesn't want to die.

It is true that she loved Emperor Longhui.

However, the last time she saw the man she loved deeply, she was afraid.

There was even a hint of disgust in my heart.

How could a man who was once so handsome become so ugly?

And although she is in her 40s, she still has fair skin and a graceful figure.

"Please, let me go..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Hongxian.

"Hey, shut up!"

Hongxian sneered: "How old are you? Do you think I don't know about your thoughts? You are in your 40s and almost 50 years old. I don't look down on you."

"Wrinkles, can't you see them yourself?"

Moreover, Hongxian has no interest in women.

Not even men. (End of chapter)