Mixing ancient times with Taobao

632 Burial
Days passed day by day, and when several concubines in the palace showed their pregnant stomachs, the emperor finally allowed the ministers and women's family members to visit the palace.

Zuo Fu took the gifts he had prepared earlier, and after meeting them one by one, he went out of the palace to attend to his own affairs.

Zuo Fu acted like this, which relieved all the women in the harem, especially Concubine Xian.

It seemed that although Zuo Fu got along relatively well with the two Japanese women, it wasn't likely that she would stand by their side.Moreover, Zuo Fu's attitude clearly does not want to disturb the competition of the harem forces. Although she cannot win her support, if she does not support anyone, then it will not be considered a loss, and it will be good for everyone.

After visiting several imperial concubines for a few days, Zhu Cihong suddenly sent someone to summon her, and he also hoped that she could wear the county lord's court dress and enter the palace.

Zuo Fu guessed in his heart that this was about to talk about his marriage, so he asked Chun Ya to dress him up.But she didn't wear the official clothes of the county lord, but only ordinary clothes, and she followed Gao Yong's godson Gao Yuan into the palace.

Zhu Cihong had been sitting in Qianqing Palace for a long time, and when he heard the report from outside, a trace of resistance surged up in his heart.

This person whom I have been thinking about for a long time is now about to be pushed out by my own hands. If I had known today, was it right or wrong for me to designate her as the county lord?
If I hadn't done that, maybe I wouldn't be in such pain now, right?Will she be his wife?
The curtain of Qianqing Palace was lifted, he looked up, he was stunned for a moment, she didn't come in court clothes, she only wore ordinary clothes, just like her usual preference, simple style, elegant color, but she just wore it There is an indescribable brilliance about her, which makes people unable to take their eyes off.

Ten years have passed, and her face has lost the immaturity of her youth, and her pair of incomparably clear eyes look much deeper now.

Time carved marks on her body, the sunlight from outside the palace shone in, enveloping her, and he was actually in a trance.

He is obviously someone who can be seen often, but at the moment it seems a little strange.

He watched her walking towards him, and the scenes from the past came to mind.

On countless sunny days, she walked towards herself, not saluting like other ladies, but waving and calling her name.

Yes, she seldom yells the word "brother". When she does something and is happy, she always waves her hands and calls her name.

Things that other people find rude and offensive, she does not feel offended when she does it, she just feels like a bunch of sunflowers in the cold winter, with a heart-warming breath, calling her own name, expelling the darkness in her heart Light up, dispel indifference.

She always had a smile on the corner of her mouth, and sometimes she would laugh presumptuously, and would pat herself on the shoulder, or even beat herself with her hands, scolding herself for being weak.

The images of the past overlapped with his eyes, and he couldn't help standing up, the tenderness in his heart seemed to turn into a vast ocean and drown him.

"Sir, Zuo Fu pays homage to my emperor! Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

The sound of "Chen, Zuofu" was like a huge wave tearing apart all the good things, he stood there stiffly, the slowly falling curtains covered the sunlight little by little, and the picture began to fade.

She is no longer that Sister Fu'er...

Now she is in control of the military and her reputation shakes the world.

She no longer stood and waved her hands, she worshiped herself, but her heart would never be close to herself again.

Sadness is like the wild grass that grows wildly after the rain, and it fills the bottom of my heart in an instant, and there is a sadness in those calm eyes.

For the sake of his ancestors, he pushed his beloved far away.

For this world, he lost everyone.

Is it so important in this world?
he asked himself.

His father's face appeared in front of his eyes, the loose hair covered his tired face, the stained dragon robe was blown up by the wind, and the patched inner garment was like a mockery to him.

The night clothes and food, the painstaking efforts, the premature birth of Huafa, and the end was let down by the courtiers.

In the end, the majestic son of heaven was like a dead tree hanging on another dead tree. Those flatterers left, leaving only an old eunuch to accompany the dead king.

does it worth?
does it worth? ! !
He asked himself!

Has father thought about this question? !

"I am not the king of the subjugated country, but the minister is the subject of the subjugated country!"

"My corpse is allowed to be slaughtered, I will express my negativity, and don't hurt my people!"

Hands clenched involuntarily.

It is worthwhile for the father to die for the king, right?So, why is he still weak?Just because she came here in ordinary clothes, did he waver again?
All the emotions gradually receded, he looked at her, and after a moment of silence, he said: "There is no outsider here, sister Fu'er, don't be too polite, let's get down."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

While waving, the palace maid brought Xiudun, Zuo Fu thanked again and sat down.

"Fur, I called you here today because of your marriage."

After the tea was served, Zhu Cihong said: "An Shunhou and your father jointly asked for an order, and I hope that I will be the master to give you a marriage. Although the parents ordered the matchmaker's words, I still want to ask you what you mean. After all, Fuer is me. You are said to be a monarch and minister, but your friendship surpasses others, I don't want you to be wronged."

"Everything is up to His Majesty."

Zuo Fu remained expressionless, responding with the attitude a courtier should have.

Zhu Ciwang looked at her, seeing her expression was calm, thinking of those rumors in the market, he couldn't restrain a pang of sadness from the bottom of his heart.

It's true that two people love each other, right?
But why would she like such a prodigal son?

I arranged Xu Han's marriage early because I felt that Xu Han was a threat.Later I heard that Zhang Jingxuan got close to her, and he transferred Zhang Jingxuan away, but in the end, did the person she admired turn out to be the prodigal son?
"Is Sister Fu'er serious about Yue An Shunhou?"

"Returning to Your Majesty, An Shunhou is very kind to me. I originally disliked him, but people are not ruthless. How can I be indifferent after waiting for so many years? Your Majesty asked me if I am really happy with An Shunhou?"

Zuo Fu looked at Zhu Cihuang, then slowly stood up, and after a big salute, he said: "Yes, I am happy with An Shun Hou, and want to marry him for the rest of my life. An Shun Hou also understands my mind, and I promise my minister The promise of a couple for a lifetime, I am deeply moved, I hope His Majesty will fulfill it!"

Finally said it!

The smile on his face could no longer be disguised, he was stiff there, the apex of his heart seemed to burst, the pain was like a stone grinder with inertia, directly crushing him so painfully that the smile could no longer be maintained.

The atmosphere became silent, and I don't know how long it took. He wriggled his lips with difficulty and asked, "Fu'er...do you know what I mean?"

"Your Majesty's mind knows."

"Then why have you never responded to me?"

His voice gradually fainted with a trace of anger, he walked over, grabbed her shoulder and asked loudly: "Aren't you even willing to give me a sincere smile now?!"

Zuo Fu looked at him coldly, and said word by word: "Does Your Majesty want my minister to be a witch for a long time?"

His hands stiffened instantly.

It turns out that she understands everything...

It's just that she doesn't want to...

"Your Majesty was born in the royal family. Even in the decline of the country, he never suffered any hardships. He grew up in rich clothes and rich food. Therefore, even though the country was ruined and the family was destroyed, and many wives were separated, and the human tragedy of changing children and eating each other, but you Still can't change the waywardness of the royal children?"

Zuofu's voice was very cold, and her resentment gathered in her body like a volcano before it erupted.

Don't even want to give a sincere smile?

Who betrayed their common ideals? !

And who started plotting against her from the moment she ascended the throne? !

Kings have the difficulties of kings, she can understand.But after calculating and using again and again, she also became difficult to understand.

After all, she has a strong heart, and she, Zuo Fu, has not yet attained the Tao, so she cannot tolerate so many schemes and exploits.

"Your Majesty, the subject is a person, not an object. The reason why the subject is no longer sincere is because the former Zhu Cihong is gone, and now there is only a king. Isn't this the way to be a subject? Loyal to the king's father, always maintain The duty and due etiquette of being a courtier, Your Majesty, compared to your country, what does it matter if your smile is sincere or not?
Your Majesty, when you were at Jiangdongmen in the past, you asked me, what kind of person do you want to marry?The minister said that he did not want to marry.You ask me why?At that time, the minister said that the minister is small-minded and cannot tolerate three wives and four concubines, but men are often fickle, and they cannot be a couple for a lifetime, so the minister would rather not marry.

Your Majesty, I don't even have the stamina to tolerate other women, so how could I become a witch?No name, no title, even if I have all your love, so what?You also want to marry, you also want to accept concubines, and you also want to have children.

And what about the minister?Not only is there no title, but the minister's future children will also have no title. Even if the minister can bear the grievance of being a woman, how can he bear the grievance of being a mother?And... will you let me have children? "

Zuo Fu's words were like countless blades scraping through the tip of his heart, and the hand holding her shoulder fell involuntarily. He looked at her with bitterness in his eyes.

"Fur... really knows everything..."

"Your Majesty, I have grievances, but I can understand you after the grievances. After all, power is too concentrated in the hands of one subject, and anyone will be worried. From the day you ascended the throne, I should not treat you as an elder brother I saw that the subject was stupid, so he was disappointed and resentful. But now the subject understands that the king is the king, if the country is to prosper and the people are safe, the king must make sacrifices."

She took two steps back and bowed in full weight, "It is a blessing for the common people to have such a father in Ming Dynasty."

"But you're disappointed in me, aren't you?"

He said: "You were so stubborn that day, did you hate me? You hated me for betraying our ideals. Is it because you hate me in the end or your selfishness is hard to get rid of? You still want to be my Zhu family's country, don't you? Ke Fuer You tell me, if I don't maintain it, how will this country continue? If you change the emperor, won't it still be the same?

I am the biggest squire in the world. The king and the scholar-bureaucrats share the world. This is a rule for thousands of years. I can't break it, and you can't break it. The world cannot live without a king. "

Zoff fell silent.

The words in my heart were never spoken.

Zhu Cihong is just Zhu Cihong. To her, a modern person, she is an indigenous emperor hundreds of years ago. Without the accumulation of these hundreds of years, how would he know that there is another way to manage the country in this world?
and……

That method may not be suitable for the current Daming, so why bother to say it?

She knelt down, kowtowed and said: "As long as I live for one day, I will do my best to keep your Majesty's country. I am not an ignorant person. I will love this land no less than you. I only hope that I can see it in my lifetime. When the land is full of flowers, the people will no longer be hungry, everyone can eat and wear warm clothes, and all children can read books. I hope that where the sun rises, there will be my territory of Ming Dynasty, Your Majesty , do you still want to question my intentions?"

He was silent, and after a long time, he let out a soft sigh, "Perhaps, I was wrong..."

He waved his hand lightly, "I know what you mean, I will arrange it, you step back."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

She got up, turned around, and walked outside.

He looked at her back until she disappeared from sight, the "Fu'er" was finally suppressed in his throat, and he never called out again.

There is also a dull pain in the stomach. Recently, he often has a feeling of dizziness, and the stomach also often has a dull pain, which is more obvious when the emotion is intense.In his ten-year imperial career, there is not a single day of leisure. Long-term staying up late and lack of sleep are destroying his health.

Since last year, he has often felt a little weak. The imperial doctor saw that it was a loss of qi and blood, and a weak spleen and stomach. He prescribed medicine. After drinking for a while, he did feel better, but it kept coming back and forth. Recently, he often felt stomach It's a little uncomfortable, but I can ask the imperial doctor to see it again, there is nothing abnormal, I just say it is caused by fatigue.

So in recent days, he has changed to a three-day or five-day dynasty. He cannot follow his father's old path. The Northern Expedition has not yet succeeded. He must take good care of his body so that he can be worthy of his ancestors.

After taking a sip of hot water, he eased the discomfort in his stomach, and took out the memorial to Sun Xunting and Zuo Dayou. He looked at it for a long time, finally sighed softly, picked up the imperial pen and wrote the word "Zhun" on it.

After putting down the pen, all the strength in his body seemed to be drained. He felt a little dizzy, so he slowly got up and walked towards the apse.

Today he has no mood to do government affairs anymore, he just feels very tired and wants to sleep for a while...

Zuo Fu walked out of the Qianqing Palace, the sun was shining down from above her head, she stopped and felt the warmth.

After a long time, a tear trickled down the corner of her eye.

Even if it is a hazy heartbeat, it is sad when it is really thrown away.

Everything has been said, and everything has been explained. Perhaps, this kind of farewell is the best, right?
The innocence of youth will eventually be buried.

growing up……

It would have been a cruel thing.

She walked forward slowly, the wind dried her tears, after all, inside and outside the slowly closed palace gate were two different worlds.

No matter how many times she and he go back to the past, it will still be the result of today, and there will be no accidents.

He loves Jiangshan more than beauties, and she is unwilling to be a vassal of men. From the beginning, the result is doomed.

The palace gate was closed, and there was another carriage beside her carriage outside the palace gate.She looked at the person coming down from the carriage, and her sadness dissipated with his footsteps towards her...

In this huge world, they are two different species, perhaps...

This is the most suitable person for her, right?
(End of this chapter)