"Feng'er! Feng'er!" As soon as the prison door was opened, Emperor Zongzheng called Ai'er's name and quickly walked towards the man curled up on the straw pile.
Mu Feng was so cold that he was half asleep and half awake when he heard someone calling him, thinking it was an illusion. When he turned his head, his eyes suddenly opened wide. It was his father?!
"Father?" Mu Feng's arms scattered on the ground and murmured.
In just a few days, Mu Feng's face fell down, his face was pale and haggard, and there was no trace of blood on his lips. Because it was too cold and wet, his knees were ached and his steps seemed quite difficult. Emperor Zong Zheng felt extremely distressed, so he hurriedly helped him sit down, and said in tears: "Feng'er, it's the father's fault to let you suffer such pain."
In front of others, the father always has an image of a strong and wise spirit. In addition to the death of his mother and queen, she burst into tears when she saw her father's sadness. This was the second time Mufeng saw his father's eyes in tears. The resentment he had for Pei Yucui had completely dissipated at this moment. Mufeng once again felt that his father's deep love for him was very great.
He held Emperor Zongzheng's hand and felt guilty and said, "Father, this is not your fault, it is Feng'er who disappointed his father. Feng'er is sorry for his good intentions in this life!"
"Silly child, you are not wrong. If you say it is wrong, you are born in the imperial family and cannot have a plain and peaceful life for the people."
Emperor Zongzheng stared deeply at his beloved son. The compassion and kindness that appeared between his eyebrows and eyes was so similar to his Wan'er! Even that beating heart inherited Wan'er's kindness and beauty, and was indifferent to the world. When he thought that after tonight, the father and son could not see each other again, Emperor Zongzheng's heart was like glass shattered, and a little painful to his bones.
"Father, you have also said that as a royal family, you have no choice but to do many things. The child understands these things. Father, the child still begs one thing: don't hurt Cui'er and his son. If the child lets her down in this life, he can only wait until she repays her in the next life. If the child lets down her father's will, he can only repay her in the next life."
Mu Feng's tone was choking, his face was serene, and he stared at his father's face in detail. He was mentally prepared, but he wanted to engrave his father's face in his mind. Father's love is like a mountain, and he cannot bear it. If there is a next life, he will definitely beg God to let him and his father and mother become the most ordinary family in the world.
"Feng'er, my stupid child!" Emperor Zongzheng couldn't help but hug his son's thin body and sobbed silently. The past scenes jumped out at this time. Wan'er, who was flew under the cherry blossom tree like a fairy, was shy and happy, and hugged the little Feng'er, who had just learned to walk. Feng'er, who had just learned to walk, always liked to climb up his thighs, watch him review memorials, listen to him recite poems and articles, and a little bigger, Feng'er would move a small stool, sit quietly beside him, and accompany him quietly, while Wan'er liked to be behind him, with a slight smile, and gently stare at the father and son.
"Feng'er, don't blame your father. No matter when and where you are, you are the father's favorite child!"
"Father..." Mu Feng looked at the glass of wine brought by Eunuch Zhen, and felt extremely sad. In fact, he understood that the father was unwilling to do it, just as the woman his father loved the most was the queen, and the child he loved the most was him. If he did not become the emperor in the future, it would be inevitable that he would kill him sooner or later. The father wanted to send him away in person, and the pain in his heart would be even worse than him!
"Father, don't cry..." Mu Feng's gentle words made Emperor Zongzheng suddenly feel like when Wan'er left, Xiao Xiaofeng'er also said to him: Father, don't cry.
The father and son hugged each other tightly, shed tears, and infinite sadness filled the air. How brave did a generation of emperor make this decision? What kind of pain do you have to bear? The two guards couldn't bear it, so they turned their backs, and Master Zhen held the small glass of wine, his hands trembling slightly.
Mu Feng suddenly let go of Emperor Zongzheng, took a step back, knelt on his knees, and kowtowed in a regular manner, and said with tears in his eyes: "Father, forgive me for being unfilial and cannot serve you. Please take care of my health in the future, and please do not miss my child. The child will reunite with his mother and queen, and bless my father together in the future."
"Feng'er..." Emperor Zongzheng wanted to say something, but he couldn't cry. He turned his back and let the tears fall.
"Your Highness, please go all the way." Eunuch Zhen said softly, with deep regret in his eyes.
Mufeng took the small wine glass, the wine smelled mellow and transparent. As long as he raised his head and drank the small glass of wine, he could get unprecedented relief. The beautiful and loving face of the mother came to his mind, and the gentle smile in his eyes was as warm and at ease as the water of the clear lake.
I remembered Pei Yucui again, that simple and kind woman, who brought a fresh and bright breath on his lonely days, and brought warm love like a mother's queen. It was simple and simple, but it penetrated into his heart in an inch by inch, teaching him to fall in love with him deeply and not want to give up.
An angel-like face suddenly flashed in his mind, and the dazzling glimpse of his eyes made him unforgettable. Whether they love or not, these two women were destined to let them down in their lives.
He raised his head, closed his eyes and drank the wine in his glass. He called out in his heart: Queen Mother, Queen Mother, the child is here to accompany you!
Eunuch Zhen lowered his eyes slightly, unable to bear to see so clearly the appearance of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince leaving. At that time, Mu Feng screamed slightly: "Father..."
Emperor Zongzheng suddenly turned around, but saw Mu Feng's face turned from white to black, his lips were blue and purple, leaning against the wall, covering his abdomen with his hands, and his eyes were filled with pain.
"Feng'er!" Emperor Zongzheng stepped forward and hugged him tightly in his arms. Two lines of clear tears rolled down Mufeng's face, slightly warm, making Mufeng instantly pull back a hint of awakening. He tried hard to show a smile and looked at Emperor Zongzheng and said, "Father, don't be sad, I just reunited with my mother one step earlier... The child will be your son in the next life..."
The huge pain was like a branch that broke into the whole body. Mu Feng's eyes were dissipated, and his father's face became blurry, gradually becoming vast...
"Feng'er!" Emperor Zongzheng suddenly screamed shrillly and burst into tears!
The next day, the spring of the fourth year of Emperor Yu of Tang and Song Dynasty, Prince Mufeng died of illness at the age of 27. The court had a tragedy for five days, and the whole country had a mourning for three days, and traded for one day. The entire palace was covered with white clothes, and the palace slaves were wearing white clothes, and the palace servants were wrapped in white cloth, and the palace music palace mourned for three days. Everyone's faces were quiet, and the air was filled with heavy sadness.
Emperor Zongzheng's appoints the imperial study room, and no one likes it except Eunuch Zhen.
As the imperial crown princess who had not yet officially got married, Ming Xixi was very embarrassed. According to the decree issued immediately by Emperor Zongzheng, she was officially recognized as the qualifying crown princess, and her name was recorded in the royal family book. She had to wear mourning clothes to accompany the crown prince's mourning hall for seven days, and then she had to keep her forty-nine days before she could take off her plain clothes and take off the white cloth wrapped around her head and waist.
The entire mourning hall is located in Peilin Hall, the empty hall, with white curtains, white cloth tapes, white flowers, white candles floating everywhere... In short, it is all white. A large coffin made of sandalwood is placed on the platform directly under the upper part of the hall, with flowers all around it, and His Royal Highness the Prince lies inside.
Ming Xixi sat alone in Peilin Hall, feeling bored and depressed. It was okay during the day, but it was not so good at night. Even if you don’t have any ghosts in your heart, you would feel weird because of this environment.