"Ahem, ahem ..."

Chang 'an is extremely cold after winter. Xun Yan was sitting in Fengxiang Temple, coughing involuntarily. Although he is wrapped in a thick cotton robe and a warm ground stove is burning in the room, he seems to be hard ice, so he can't keep warm.

There is a bowl of Danshen chicken soup on the log table, still steaming, and the faint fragrance permeates his nose. Instead, he felt relaxed all over. Once upon a time, she was always afraid that the pain would be unbearable after the recurrence of his old injuries, so she would always cook him a bowl of such soup every few days to warm up and promote blood circulation.

With her around, he is like an obedient child. She always laughs at him. Chen Er didn't listen to you!

But since she left, this soup has been sent to the chef every day, but he refused to drink a bite.

Past scenes came to his mind, and he always felt that she had left him before they were together!

The year she just left, he took her back from Shanglinyuan and went back to the palace to personally change her into the queen's phoenix robe. She is so beautiful that she can hardly open her eyes.

He held her in his arms in Fengxiang Hall for three days, but refused to announce the death of the Queen.

Where did she go? She is still with him. Maybe, she will wake up again! It's like before, he thought he really lost her forever, but in the end, he went through a lot of hardships before he realized that she was by his side.

But on that day of that year, in that lonely hall, her arms became colder and more purple, which made him have to admit that this time, she really left and never came back!

In the late autumn of the fourteenth year of Yongning, bells rang in the temples and Buddhist temples in Chang 'an, the imperial capital, and the capital was heavily guarded, as if the enemy were coming, as if it were covered with heavy snow in the middle of winter.

When she was buried as a fake princess, she was so rough and vulgar. Now this huge funeral can only be held in the name of Nalan Hongye.

It's too hard for her to be with him all her life.

After she left, he often read memorials until late at night. In the empty hall, he always closes his eyes and recalls her days and nights with him over and over again, looking back at her smile and gentleness.

The imperial secretary and the minister whispered in private: The emperor is getting old so fast. But only he is silently counting the date of going back to see her.

Heaven, earth, sun, moon, stars, vegetation, mountains and rivers, lakes and seas, this magnificent world belongs to him, and the prosperous Wan Li rivers and mountains belong to him, but the desolation, emptiness and loneliness in the middle of the night in this temple also belong to him.

"Your majesty, it's too late. It's time to rest! " Chen Jian reminded him carefully.

"Ahem!" Xun Yan suddenly coughed again, slowly withdrew his thoughts from his memory, looked out of the window at the dark night and whispered, "Go and call the princess!"

Chen Jian glanced at the bloodshot silk cloth in Xun Yan's hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked carefully, "Your Majesty, is it Princess Ningyang or Princess Duanyang?"

Xun Yan sighed slowly, as if he thought for a long time before saying, "Call them both! In addition, the left and right prime ministers also called! "

"promise!" Chen Jian nodded and told a little eunuch to call someone.

Xun Yan has only two daughters. Because of the first queen, she has always had a soft spot for Princess Yan Yuyao in Ningyang. Although both Yan Yuyao and Yan Yulin have mansions, since the death of the late emperor, Yan Yuyao rarely went back to the palace and often lived in the palace to take care of Xun Yan. So, as soon as Yan Yuyao received the news, she simply combed it and hurried here with the little eunuch.

The winter night is cold and the wind is biting. Even wearing a warm cloak, I still feel that the wind really hurts.

Yan Yuyao walked faster and faster with a serious face. Suddenly, she stopped suddenly. At night, it is very cold and the ground is slippery. She almost fell to the ground. The little eunuch and maid quickly helped her up. "Look out, Princess!"

Yan Yuyao stood firm with the help of two people, her body trembled slightly, and her hand gripped the little eunuch's arm tightly, making him tremble with pain.

"Father's body, how is it today?" She asked in a low voice.

The little eunuch lowered his head and looked dignified. He answered her, "As usual, except that Your Majesty didn't sleep well tonight." The cold wind blew, adding a chill to his words.

Yanyuyao was silent for a moment, then stepped up and hurried away.

Yan Yulin was outside the palace, and it was late at night. Naturally, Yuyao was the first to arrive. When the little eunuch entered the temple, his father, supported by Manager Chen, stood in front of the half-height portrait and stared quietly.

She saw at a glance that it was a portrait of Princess Ning. Once upon a time, like her younger brother Yan Qichen, she always thought that their father painted an Iraqi imperial concubine, but when she grew up, she realized that they were completely different.

"Father ..." Yu Yao stepped forward and gently took his other arm.

Xun Yan slowly looked back at her and smiled lovingly: "Here comes Yuyao ... Ahem ..." He coughed again, shaking all over. Yuyao and Chen Jian quickly helped him back to his soft bed and lay down.

For a long time, he did not stop coughing. Heavy breathing sounds like the cold wind outside the window, and Yan Yuyao's heart hurts a lot.

"The prince? Are you back? " He asked weakly.

"Your Majesty, Lord Lin reported that the prince is on his way back." Chen Jian said with tears in his eyes.

He called the two princesses and the Prime Minister and frequently asked about the prince. Obviously, he is ready to explain these things.

When the queen died five years ago, Prince Yan Qichen was already at odds with the emperor because of the abolition of the emperor. Three years ago, the emperor left in a rage because of the demotion of Master Meng. The emperor announced that the prince was weak and spent all day in the East Palace Lanzhuyuan for illness. However, most people still know that the prince has left Beijing.

Yan Yuyao looked at her father's sunken eye socket, and her sick body was too thin to support her robes. She couldn't help crying.

"Dad, don't worry, your son will come back safely." Yan Yuyao fought back tears.

A few days ago, she got the news that Yan was assassinated on her way back to Beijing, and later she was taken away by a mountain thief. Her life and death are unknown. She was afraid and sent many dark guards out to look for someone, but there was no news.

She couldn't help worrying. The last time Chen Can saw his father?

Xun Yan reached out and gently wiped the tears from her eyes, and smiled weakly: "Silly child, do you think I don't know?" ? But don't worry, since Chen Er left Beijing three years ago, I have been sending someone to protect him secretly. He is young and frivolous, and needs some experience to become the real Chu Jun. He will come back, but I am afraid I won't see him for the last time! "

"Dad!" Yan Yuyao finally burst into tears.

"Life and death have life! Besides, I have been looking forward to this day for a long time ... "He smiled and seemed to see her familiar face in a trance.

"Your majesty! Next time, your highness is back! " A little yellow door almost came straight in and shouted excitedly.

Everyone in Fengxiang Temple knows that the emperor thought about the prince for a long time, but after the assassination, tea and rice were even more difficult to think about. This pair of heavenly father and son, when in trouble, do not give in to each other, but they can miss each other as much as anyone else.

Yan Jeffery Ji wore a purple-black robe and followed him. He rushed over and "plopped" on his knees in front of Xun Yan's sofa.

"father! Sorry! "

He is now a handsome boy of seventeen, heroic and handsome. It was a face that resembled my father's, with distinct facial features, but with deep guilt and remorse, I bowed down before him.

Three years later, Xun Yan couldn't tell what it was like to see him. This child is his favorite of the three sons. He brought up the first one. This is why he left Beijing so willfully three years ago.

Yan Xun didn't let him get up, but sat up slowly from the sofa. Yan Yuyao tried to help him, but he gave him a hand. His pale face seems slightly rosy, and his spirit is different from that just now. Yan Yuyao quietly wiped her tears, and she thought of a word-death can only shine.

"Yan Qichen, you said confessing, what sin are you asking for, but I don't know." Even when he was dying, his emperor had increased for more than ten years. He looked at his son in front of him with sharp eyes. Maybe he really learned a lot on this trip.

Yan Qichen still knelt down and bowed his head and said, "As a minister, it is a sin to disobey you; As a son of man, it is unfilial and heartless to abandon his father and ignore his family; As Chu Jun, leaving the capital without authorization, Guo Yu is incompetent and immoral! Father, I know I was wrong. Please punish my father! "

Smile and signal supervisor Chen to help him get up. When Yan got up, he saw that the green stubble beard on his lips had not been shaved off, and he had obviously just changed his clothes in a hurry.

Yan Qichen said nothing. He looked at his father's emaciated face, old face, white hair on his temples and sour nose, but he just endured tears. As early as on his way back, he met someone who went out of the palace to invite two prime ministers, and he had a bad feeling in his heart. I didn't expect his father to be so ill in just a few years.

"Chen Er, come here!" Xun Yan divine good now, also don't want to care about those things before, called him to sit by his side.

Although after three years, the father and son have no strangeness. Yan nodded and sat on the sofa to hold his father's body. His tentacles are like the bones of a sandman, and he feels guilty. How's his temper these years?

Xun Yan took out a long Jin Mu box from his pillow and solemnly handed it to him: "The testamentary edict has been written. Although you are Chu Jun, no one dares to stop you from inheriting the throne. But after all, you haven't been in Beijing these years. Although you are familiar with places like Liaozhou and Yunzhou, this capital is tied to the national vein, so there must be no confidant and loyal minister in the DPRK. The left-wing and right-wing prime ministers are on their way. I was afraid I wouldn't see you, so I didn't call your other brothers. Now that you are back, I can go with peace of mind! "

He talked a lot in a row, but one breath was not enough. Yanyuyao quickly poured a glass of water and patted him on the back to help him breathe smoothly while drinking.

After a long time, Yan Xun felt some strength again and continued: "I have explained everything to your sister in North Korea. As for your mother, I also told her what happened. If you still don't understand, you can ask her. "

Yan Qichen bowed his head and felt extremely guilty. "I know my mistake, and I will never be so capricious again!"

Xun Yan is a smile, "maybe you want to capricious, didn't also the way! Chen Er, you grew up by my side. Although I spoil you a little too much, I know your ability. You were right about Meng Xiang three years ago. I really have selfishness. This emperor can't be anyone who wants to be. If he has no ability, it will only lead to disaster in his own country. Although both your younger brothers are excellent, neither of them is the best candidate to take over. Remember, I made you a prince, not because you are my favorite son in life, nor because you are the eldest son, but because I think you have the ability to govern this country well. Otherwise, if you left Beijing for three years without authorization, I would have cancelled your Chu Jun status in accordance with national laws. Do you understand? "

Yan Qichen's tears could not help but flow out and choked: "The father has good intentions, and the children's minister is unfilial!"

Xun Yan looked at his tearful face and frowned and scolded: "It's so ugly in Chu Jun!"

His eyes were slightly closed and he looked sleepy. He has been in bed for more than three years, and his body is very weak.

Yan Qichen's tears still fell silently, and various complicated emotions such as remorse, guilt and self-blame were intertwined in his heart, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

They all stood quietly, sobbing in a low voice, and Xun Yan opened his eyes slightly, so weak that he continued.

"Southern beam in recent years while I owe Ann, but also ambitious, disrupting the border. After I leave, you should learn more about the border military from Cheng Yuan and others. I restored Meng Yuexi's photo, and a teacher's name will be blocked again. The greater the power, the greater the responsibility. You must remember that being a king must weigh the words right and affection, and you must never miss the important events of home and country because of personal feelings. When I was 17 years old, I was naive, and I only cared about loving my children, which led to the massacre of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in Yanbei that year, and your grandparents also suffered because of my conviction. Now that you are only seventeen, I can't do it for you. These words, you will gradually understand in the future! "

Yan Jeffery Ji didn't know how to answer him, so he just nodded assiduously.

Xun Yan saw a lamp looming in the darkness outside the window. He stood up and said slowly, "It seems to be snowing, Chen Er, please help me go out and see the snow!"

Yan He hurried to help his thin body and walked step by step, just like an old cow in the field.

As soon as I left the temple gate, the snow fell wildly in the moonlight on a cold night. Soon, a thick layer of snow accumulated on the ground. The wind rolled the broken snow, making the trees in the yard creak, and leaves and snowflakes fell at his feet, as if to keep him and urge him to leave.

Xun Yan stood between her two children and watched the heavy snow fall quietly. Her voice was very weak: "It hasn't snowed so hard for a long time! Your mother is most afraid of cold, but she likes snow. In previous years, she would always wait for the plum blossoms to bloom after the snow and brew an altar of wine for me. Now she hasn't drunk for five years. I don't owe anyone in my life, but she, I will never be able to pay what I owe, so I will protect the country that she has been running for me all my life and sacrifice happiness. You should also take good care of me! "

His eyes are so gentle, Yan suddenly saw the warm jade man in front of him. Xun Yan slowly leaned his head on his son's generous shoulder: "After I left, Yu Pei under the pillow of Qinghe Temple was put into Zigong. Buried in Ningling. The funeral was so simple that no one needed to be buried with her. She likes to be quiet. If I bring so many people, I will disturb her. "

Yan Qichen and Yan Yuyao silently watched each other, but silently squeezed their father's hand. They didn't know what he saw. Their eyes seem to be glowing, staring at the dark place in the distance, and their mouths slightly rise: "Can't you wait to pick me up?" Jun, I can finally go with you ... "

On the winter night of the twelfth lunar month in Yongning, Geng Yin and Mao collapsed in Yufeng Xiangtang.

(the book is finished! )