Every day I just want to hold the fourth master's thigh tightly

Chapter 2358 Ning Xu’s love is not equal to his burden 8

The imperial physician is the successor chosen by the envoys of the royal court. He is young and promising, has superb medical skills, and is upright. Now seeing the emperor's appearance, he suddenly became nervous: "Your majesty, among the ministers of military affairs, there is no such person as He Shen. , the new minister is only Fucha and Fu Heng. Your Majesty, are you looking for Mr. Fucha?"

Fucha Fu Heng is the most beloved younger brother of the queen. After the death of the queen, he treated him generously. However, he fought in the battlefield all the year round. He suffered a sudden illness as early as the 35th year of Qianlong. Now he is over 80 years old. What nonsense is this! ?

"Fu Cha and Fu Heng have passed away long ago, but you are talking nonsense here, it's disgusting!"

"Come here, drag him out for me..."

But he stopped in the middle of speaking.

Because he saw Doctor Wang.

This old doctor who died more than ten years after he took the throne, he, he is still alive?

Hongdan was a little confused for a moment.

Physician Wang is still as kind and generous as he was when he was a child, with kindness and warmth all over his body.

He stepped forward, helped him to lie back on the bed, and comforted him, "Don't worry, your majesty, just let the old minister take a look..."

Hongdan lay on the bed, looking straight at the ceiling.

This is the Hall of Mental Cultivation, but everything seems to be different.

Instead, the most incredible thing came to mind.

He got up in a hurry just now, he was too busy to get angry, and he didn't notice that his voice was far from the vicissitudes of an 80-year-old man, but loud and powerful.

Feeling his body again now, although he is a little dizzy, it is far from the exhaustion of old age, he can even feel that this sub-healthy body is full of energy and vitality.

This, this is...

In order to truly confirm his conjecture, he slowly raised his left hand.

The goal is a piece of white and tight skin, with long and strong fingers, and no wrinkles on the back of the hand...

He, he was reborn! !
Thinking of what the imperial physician said just now, Fucha Fu Heng who is new to the Aircraft Department...

He had referred Fucha Fu Heng to the military plane before the queen died, so...

A burst of ecstasy suddenly surged in Hongdan's heart.

Can he see the queen now! ?

Thinking of this, his joyful mood could not be calmed down for a long time, and he only recited happily in his heart:

Yaoyao, I can finally see you again...

……

Inside the Changchun Palace.

Regardless of the imperial physician's objection, he dragged his exhausted and weak body to the lychee tree.

This tree has been well taken care of by the palace people. From the time when it was planted in a pot to when he was gray-haired and entered his twilight years, this long-lived fruit tree has been with him all the time, quietly through countless times without a queen. fleeting time.

People say that there is a thousand-year-old lychee, and he gave her this tree in the hope that they could love each other for thousands of years like this ancient tree, but she didn't realize it, but she went ahead of him...

Even if he had the opportunity to come back now, he still couldn't meet her.

Hongdan's body was covered with heavy wounds, and the enthusiasm and joy of summer could not reach him.

Fate is always playing tricks like this, it obviously gave him hope, but let him down.

If so, why let him do it all over again?
He really wanted to suddenly have an accident and go through such a painful process again. For him, it would be like digging bones and eating flesh.

Now it is August, and he has just named the imperial concubine Huifanara as the empress. The beauties in the six palaces have their own promotions, and the whole world celebrates, and there is joy everywhere, except for this Changchun Palace - a quiet place, so quiet that it is almost unbelievable. Forget about it.

Feeling sad, he couldn't help writing the poem again:
The Sixth Palace will add new celebrations on this day, which will cause unreasonable memories and bewilderment.

It doesn't mean that the new piano will not be able to catch up in the end, and the old sword will be the same for a long time.

It's a joy to live a new life, but Yaoyao, without you, how can I survive the torment?

……

Zhuermot Namzal, the king of Tibet, was about to launch a rebellion. Fu Qing, the governor of the Tibetan capital, and Rabdun, the censor of the left capital, lured and executed him.His party, Zhuo Nei Luobu Zang Zash, rebelled, and Fu Qing and Rabdon were killed.

It was because of this matter that he thought too much in the grief of the Hall of Mental Cultivation and passed out.

In the past three years since the empress passed away, he lived soberly and in a daze. His body looked strong, but his money had already been wiped out.

Just like in the previous life, he ordered Celeng and Yue Zhongqi to lead troops into Tibet, transferred Yin Jishan to Sichuan to manage food and pay, and put down the rebellion.

Then people began to prepare for the sacrifices of the Double Ninth Festival.

……

"Nine" is defined as a Yang number in "Book of Changes", and the two Yang numbers of "Nine Nine" are the same, so it is called "Chongyang".

It is an auspicious day when ninety-nine returns to true and one yuan begins.

Hongdan stood in Qianqing Palace with his hands behind his back, quietly looking in the direction of Changchun Palace.

Yaoyao, Jiujiu Chongyang, I have returned to Yang, do you have this opportunity too?

"Your Majesty, the empress has been waiting outside for a long time."

Li Yu came in to report, he said "hmm" and went out expressionlessly.

Huifanara has been waiting for a long time under the steps outside the Qianqing Palace. She is a seemingly friendly woman with a strong personality.

"emperor……"

She looked at him expectantly.

"Well, let's go." He glanced at her lightly, and brushed past her with a solemn expression.

After Yaoyao, there is no queen.

No matter how many... it's just a woman.

……

The folk Chongyang Festival has customs such as climbing high to pray for blessings, visiting chrysanthemums in autumn, wearing dogwood, worshiping gods and ancestors, celebrating the harvest, and feasting for longevity. In the palace, Chongyang is just an ordinary festival. No praise, no music.

The sacrificial offering is carried out in the Fengxian Hall, which is similar to the sacrifice in the Taimiao Temple, and the worshipers can only be the emperors and queens of the past dynasties.

The emperor puts on the gown, goes out of the palace, sincerely sues the door to surrender, enters the left door, washes up, pays homage to the seat, then burns incense at the Taizu incense table, kneels three times and kowtows nine times. At the end of the offering, God is asked to return to the dormitory, and the emperor kneels down three times and kowtows nine times, and wishes to be sent to Liaoshou.Then it will be a gift.

Hongdan and Huifanara clan walked in front, followed by a mighty guard of honor. Gu Du's face was sincere, serious, and gratefully entered Fengxian Hall to perform the sacrificial ceremony.

at the same time--

On March 2019, 3, Wei Jingyao, a freshman in the Department of History, visited the Palace Museum to record and feel about the basic necessities of Emperor Qianlong in order to complete the task of tutoring.

As soon as she entered Fengxian Hall, Wei Jingyao suddenly felt a special feeling.

The place where sacrifices were made more than 300 years ago has now been changed into a watch hall, where gorgeous clocks and watches from all over the world are displayed.

Inside the clean glass, there is a gold-plated copper inlaid enamel rotating duck lotus vat clock, which is gorgeous and exquisite.

The belly of the tank is decorated with flower and butterfly patterns, and the upper and lower mouth edges are respectively cloud-headed and sea-water patterns.The dial is on the front of the belly, surrounded by red and green stones.There are winding holes on the left and right of the dial, the left one is responsible for the travel time system, and the right one controls the playing music and movable mechanical devices.The glass mirror on the surface of the tank shows the tranquil water surface, forming a lotus pond landscape, with ducks in the center forming a circle, lotus lotuses scattered gracefully in the pond, and several lotus flowers scattered in a well-proportioned manner.

Wei Jingyao couldn't help reaching out to touch it, but a miraculous scene happened——

The device that controls the music and the moving mechanism is automatically activated. With the accompaniment of the music, the petals of the three lotus flowers in the center suddenly open, revealing the Queen Mother of the West, the Boy Holding Peach, and the Ape Holding Peach in the heart of the flower.I saw the Queen Mother of the West sitting still, and the boy and the white ape bowed and presented a peach shape.

A man's magnetic and warm voice suddenly rang in her head:

Yaoyao, here I come.

I am coming.

I am coming……

Suddenly, a blinding light came from inside the glass, and Wei Jingyao was just about to reach out to cover her eyes when she was instantly sucked in.

Time quickly traveled to the Qianlong period, Fengxian Temple.

There was a sudden violent noise from the East Side Hall, as if all the tributes placed were smashed to pieces.

The worshipers in the main hall were startled, thinking it was an assassin.

Fucha Fu Heng immediately ordered his guards to check, and he stood beside the emperor holding a sword with a serious face to protect the safety of the emperor.

But the guards who rushed in were all stunned at the door of the East Side Hall.

In the hall, the copper-plated gilded rotating column was as big as a clock, and the huge clock dial was completely broken, and a strangely dressed woman lay on the ground, fainting on the ground.

She was wearing a thin beige cashmere dress, elegant and gentle, her straight black hair fell to her waist, covering half of her body, she looked delicate and beautiful, like a fairy, her feet were bare, a pair of Stiletto shoes with elegant lines were scattered on the side.

The most important thing is her delicate face, with white skin and red lips, gentle and tranquil——

That is clearly the appearance of the late Empress Empress!

Her appearance stunned everyone.

It immediately caused quite a stir.

All the guards looked towards Lord Fucha.

Fucha Fu Heng frowned, and asked vigilantly, "What's wrong?"

"Sir, this..."

The head of Luan Yiwei didn't know what to say.

Fu Cha Fu Heng frowned, and couldn't help but raised his sword.

But when he stood at the door, he was also surprised.

This... how is this possible?
How can there be such a similar person in the world! ?

Especially the small dent at the end of her eyebrows, which he accidentally smashed into when he was playing with his sister when he was a child, and ordinary people can't see it without looking carefully.

This, this is his sister!
Fu Cha Fu Heng was shocked, although he couldn't believe it, but he felt extremely emotional in his heart, and he didn't know whether to cover up this time or tell the emperor...

But the queen is dead, and everyone in the world knows, who is this person in front of him?

Fucha Fu Heng didn't come out for a long time, Hong Dan frowned slightly, walked over solemnly and calmly, just stood still, "How?"

this... this is...

Yaoyao!

She is Yaoyao!

It was Yaoyao who had haunted him for nearly 60 years! !

It had been a long time since everyone had seen the emperor with such an excited expression. He rushed over in panic and picked up the woman lying on the ground. His usual indifferent and calm expression was filled with ecstasy that was about to come out, but his expression was so tense and serious. Sternly, he shouted sharply:

"Tell the Imperial Physician!! Pass the Imperial Physician to me!!!"

The sacrificial ceremony was interrupted just like that, all the ministers watched in astonishment as the emperor almost lost his mind and roared wildly, hugging a woman in a strange dress in a distraught manner.

Huifanara's complexion was ugly.

Your Majesty, you just ignored her like that?Just put her aside!
Where did this woman come from? !
Huifa Nala's face was gloomy, she clenched the veil tightly, and whispered instructions to her personal maid.

Hongdan carried him into the fasting palace closest to Fengxian Hall.

After the imperial physician checked carefully and repeatedly confirmed to him that the woman lying on the bed had just passed out and would wake up tonight at the latest, he released her.

Sitting by her bed all the time, holding her hand tightly, the surprise kept vibrating in his chest, which never dissipated.

Everything in front of him is so unreal, but even if he can be reborn, what is impossible?

He sighed with gratitude in his heart.

God, after all, treat him well.

When Li Yu came in, he hadn't seen the emperor's relaxed and joyful face for many years. Seeing his cautious and nervous expression, he couldn't help being emotionally moved.

In this world, only the empress can be treated like this by the emperor.

But whether the person lying on the bed is the queen or not remains to be investigated, maybe he is a charlatan?

After all, the way she appeared was too weird, and the things she brought were even more strange and strange.

He is most concerned about the emperor's safety, so he has to remind: "Your majesty, Lord Fucha is waiting for you outside the palace, and there is something urgent to say about... this girl."

Hongdan was dissatisfied with his lack of respect for using "this girl" to describe the love of his life. He gave him a gloomy and warning look, and said firmly, "She is my queen."

She must be.

……

Fucha Fu Heng showed the emperor what he had checked.

"Your Majesty, the gold-plated copper rotating column in the East Side Hall seems to have not moved at all, but the dial has been broken, and there are some suspicious objects on the ground."

Hongdan has modern things in front of him, a rose-pink mobile phone, a pair of nude high-heeled shoes, a delicate and compact bag, lipstick, mirror, sunglasses, a signature pen, and most importantly, a small notebook——

Fucha Fu Heng opened the small book for Hongdan to read.

"Your Majesty, it's all written in abbreviated characters. Combining the intelligible parts before and after, you can probably guess what it's about, but you can't guess the content of some other words. But based on the information you have... "

Fucha Fu Heng paused for a moment, and then looked at the emperor very cautiously: "I am very happy to see that she has the same face as my sister, but these are all about what happened since you came to the throne, and even the future what will happen..."

Hongdan's expression changed slightly.

"I didn't believe it at first, but the battle plan for Tibet was just discussed by you and many military ministers this morning. It is impossible to spread it so quickly, but she wrote it in such detail, exactly .”

"She came here so strangely, and she has done enough homework for you. All the signs are very suspicious. If it is not a secret, then it is... a prophet with witchcraft."

After all, Fucha Fu Heng solemnly persuaded: "Your Majesty, please execute this person who trespassed in the Fengxian Hall and disrupted the sacrificial ceremony as soon as possible."

The emperor is so affectionate, if he is influenced by this witch, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"what is this?"

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