Short ancient style novel: Palace Flowers Lonely Red

(1) Only afraid of the Shuangxi grasshopper boat, can not move, many sorrows

The muffled sound of "bang" was the sound of a party's best end crushing on the jade steps.

In front of Manchu Wenwu, wide sleeves embroidered with the dark pattern of the cloud dragon swept the imperial case, and The Yantai smashed dozens of books on the ground, Who dares to mention this matter again, shoot and kill!

This was the first time in the three years since the female emperor Meng Mian ascended the throne that she had sent out this thunderous anger in the court.

The entire Guanghua Hall was silent for a moment, and several old courtiers kneeling down to request severe punishment of the castrated thief broke out in a cold sweat, and after panicking, they couldn't help but bow their heads in anger.

The dozens of books that played the folding mouth were written by the same person, a eunuch Lu Zixiu, but the sins on the fold were various, from building a mansion beyond the rules to selling officials and lords, and so on.

In addition to Zhang Rufu, the prime minister of the Three Dynasties, the other person was Lu Zixiu, the eunuch of the Imperial Household. The former is fiery to cook oil, and the protégé is all over the world; The latter is in power and overstepping power. The folds played by the hundred officials must first pass through his hands before they can be presented to the female emperor, and the stakes are self-evident.

This time, those few counselors only dared to pick Lu Zixiu to go to Jiangnan to control the flood.

The void was played, but no one expected that the female emperor's intention to protect him was actually decided to this point.

Everyone knew that Lu Zixiu was the person next to the female emperor. Ten years ago, when Meng Mian was still a princess, Lu Zixiu was her internal attendant.

Four years ago, the throne changed, and Lu Zixiu really had merit in protecting the Lord. However, since Meng Mian ascended the throne, Lu Zixiu had become more and more wanton, and Meng had ignored it: "Lu Zixiu is the will of Feng Yuan, and his meaning is the meaning of Yuan."

It was not yet noon when Meng Mian returned to the imperial study, but today she was too tired to negotiate with the courtiers above the imperial meeting. After all, she is only nineteen years old now.

Meng Mian was pinching his temples and closing his eyes to pretend to sleep, and there was a eunuch who played the Dali Temple Shaoqing Song to ask for a meeting.

If it was someone else, Meng Mian would definitely be closed at this time. But Song Zheng was different, Song Zheng had known her for several years, and five years ago, Emperor Xian personally pointed out the marriage for the two of them. Unfortunately, at that time, Meng Mian was young and vigorous, and forced the emperor to withdraw his will with death, and after a farce, this marriage had to be abandoned. However, since then, Song Zheng has somehow not married another wife.

Probably from that time on, Meng Mian had a sense of shame for Song Zheng. It wasn't that he was bad, it was that she had something else in mind.

In addition, Meng Mian had been instructing Song Zheng to investigate and handle an old case, and now that he had come to see him, he should have an eyebrow.

It was a disaster relief bank corruption case the year before. The year before, there was a great drought in Jiangnan, and there was no harvest of grains, and the imperial court allocated tens of thousands of taels of silver to relieve the disaster, but the silver of the white flowers and flowers went through several turns, and when it reached the hands of the people, only a thin mouthful of porridge was left. That year, the people were starving and dying, and the people were not happy.

Sure enough, Song Zhengyu told Meng Mian that there were spies at Dali Temple, and most of the disaster relief silver from the previous year had flowed to the private treasury of Zhang Rufu, the prime minister.

"Zhang Rufu?" Meng Mian did not seem to be surprised, but the Zhang family was now extremely powerful, and she had to be jealous.

Song Zheng was silent for a long time, and then he said, "Wei Chen still has one more thing to play."

She frowned, "But it doesn't matter."

"Lu Zhangyin may also be involved. He went down to Jiangnan to control the flood, and he had a close personal relationship with Zhang Yu, the son of the prime minister, Huainan Taishou Zhangyu, and he seemed to be involved in the embezzlement case of the disaster relief official Yin...

The zhang family's protégés are already difficult to deal with, and if you add Lu Zixiu, the two most powerful people join hands. Who is in this world?

With a look of displeasure on her face, she stood up and flicked her sleeves to leave.

Before Song Zheng could finish speaking, he could only hear the door of the temple suddenly open. Song Zheng turned around in surprise, only to see that Lu Zixiu had returned from a thin figure outside the palace. His face was gloomy, and Xu had heard something.

This was Meng Mian's permission to Lu Zixiu, and he never had to pass on his entry and exit to her palace.

As soon as Lu Zixiu returned, Meng Mian's eyebrows suddenly had a few smiles. Her eyes fluttered, and after a long time, she said, "I'm thin again."

The corners of Lu Zixiu's mouth moved slightly, and he did not make a sound. He did not pay attention to etiquette in front of Meng Mian, and everyone in the palace knew it. Song Zheng frowned and whispered back.

Although Lu Zixiu was a eunuch, he could talk about Pi Xiang, who used to be first-class and good, and at that time, he had a heroism that was difficult for a eunuch to have between his eyebrows, and even Gong'e couldn't help but feel sorry for him. But now it was different, not only was he getting thinner and thinner, but half of his face was also burned by the fire, leaving a dense and ugly scar.

That was four years ago, when the former emperor died, and hundreds of rebels invaded the palace gate. That night, Meng Mian's Yude started a fire, and when she was unconscious and caught in the sea of fire, it was Lu Zixiu who rushed into the fire against the billowing smoke and desperately rescued her. But just as he was about to escape from the temple door, the red-hot beams of the room collapsed violently. Between the lightning stones and the fire, he pushed her out, but he himself was hit by the beam and burned half of his face.

It was also that night that he risked death in the shadow of his sword and light sword to take her out of the forbidden land like purgatory, despite his injuries.

Meng Mian knew that her life had been saved by Lu Zixiu.

(2) The mountain has wood and branches, and the heart is happy and the king does not know

Since that time Meng Mian was angry in the court, Manchu Wenwu was finally silenced, and no one dared to participate in Lu Zixiu's half-sentence. However, the situation changed in the past two days, and except for a very small number of courtiers who said that the matter of curing the flood, the other two began to urge her marriage.

She was already nineteen years old, and the ordinary woman had already promised to be a match at this time.

As a female emperor, she did not marry for a long time. The establishment of the state is a major event of the country, but she does not even have heirs, and the crown prince cannot talk about it.

However, Meng Mian knew very well in his heart that the minds of those ministers were not so simple, and some of them were stupid, and even directly said in the recital that she and Huainan Taishou Zhang Yu were very compatible.

Zhang Yu? Son of Prime Minister Zhang Rufu. Meng Mian couldn't help but sneer, the prime minister's chess game was really big.

The wind was fast in the evening, blowing the flames on the candlestick, the light and shadow on the case were clearly extinguished, and Meng Mian's eyes hurt. She was angry, Lu Zixiu brought a hot cup of tea in with a red tray, and just smelling the tea knew that it was her favorite rain front Longjing.

But this time, there was a red carved locket next to the tea cup. Looking at the exquisite pattern on the box, she knew that it was the craftsmanship of Jiangnan craftsmen.

Meng Mian was a little surprised at first, and then looked up at him and smiled. She carefully unwrapped the carved box, as if touching the most precious treasure in the world.

In fact, as an emperor, what in the world could she not ask for?

Lying in the sandalwood box was a red emerald durian golden hairpin, and she was overjoyed.

He had also given her a durian hairpin carved from beeswax, after they had escaped from the palace four years earlier.

She still clearly remembers that it was the Lantern Festival, the streets were bustling with traffic, flower lanterns were hanging high, she grew up in the depths, never seen such a lively scene.

Meng Mian lingered in front of a dazzling jewelry stall, and it was the red wax durian hairpin that she was looking for.

Under the brilliant flower lamp, the invaluable beeswax reflects the scorching light, like a durian flower that wins the fire in May.

The shopkeeper glanced at Meng Mian's thoughts, turned to Lu Zi and said, "You see that Madame Zun likes it so much, you will buy it for her." ”

The misunderstanding of the shopkeeper made Meng Mian ashamed for a while, but the corner of her eyebrows betrayed her, which was clearly a smile.

Lu Zixiu was in a hurry, and he who had always been Mu Ne said sharply, "Hugh has to talk nonsense!"

The shopkeeper smiled and lost it, Xu saw Meng Mian's urgent mood to have this hairpin, a not expensive wax hairpin actually cost fifty taels, but Lu Zixiu still did not hesitate to buy it.

Later, Meng Mian learned that the fifty-two silver luzi had been cultivated for two years.

Fifty-two wax hairpins were insignificant among the countless golden jade beads in the Heavenly Family, but she hid it alone in the rosewood box where the jade seal was placed.

She had just remembered and was about to take out the wax hairpin and show it to Lu Zixiu, only to hear Lu Zixiu suddenly say, "This is what Huainan Taishou Zhang Yu entrusted me to offer to His Majesty."

Zhang Yu?

At that moment, her hand that had not yet touched the wooden box was suspended and frozen, as if frozen, and her face instantly sank, except for the corner of her mouth, I don't know if she was laughing at herself or mocking him.

She had already heard about the secret collusion between Lu Zixiu and Zhang Yu, but she never expected that Lu Zixiu would actually calculate her together with the Party of prime minister.

"How did Zhang Yu know that Xiang liked durian flowers?" She asked knowingly.

He didn't make a sound.

Meng Mian raised his hand and threw it, and the jade hairpin rolled up to his feet along with the mahogany box outside: "I don't like it."

She once pressed a dagger against her throat to force her father to withdraw his will to marry. Now, despite the objections of her courtiers, she gritted her teeth and refused to marry. Who has she done all this for all these years? For whom?

I don't know if it was a fold that had been approved for too long, or if the light was too dark, and her eyes were blood red.

She asked him, "Do you really want me to marry someone else?"

Meng Mian looked intently at Lu Zixiu, trying to find two different emotions on his face. But he didn't move at all, and his expression was the usual numbness: "Your Majesty, this is heavenly."

She blurted out, "Don't you also marry?" Why should I marry?"

"You are the king of a country, different from ordinary people, and even more different from me. The kingdom must not be unsustainable, and His Majesty must not be without heirs. ”

"Isn't it the National Reserve?" She said indignantly, "In a few days, I will tell the world that I will make Ah Mu the Crown Prince!"

Meng Mu, the King of Qi, was Meng Mian's imperial brother and was five years younger than her. According to the law of the land of The Great Emperor, the throne can be established as a concubine or a long-term brother.

Lu Zixiu stopped talking and wanted to leave.

As he was about to walk to the door of the temple, she suddenly called out his name: "Zi Xiu!".

Lu Zixiu turned around. The candle in the hall was clearly extinguished, and he couldn't see her expression clearly, only to hear her voice in pain and sadness: "Zi Xiu turn back!"

She called him Zi Xiu, and this moment seemed to return to the days when they were suffering together. They built a hut on the hill outside the capital for months, and that's what she called him.

She wasn't afraid that he would one day want her throne, but she was afraid that he would sink deeper and deeper, so deep that one day she would never be able to save him again.

(3) Old sorrows add new hatred, and Xiao Xiao is heavy

Because of the heavy flood in Jiangnan, Meng Mian was busy curing floods and allocating silver all day, and the establishment of reserves was delayed for several days. However, just as Meng Mian was about to set up the reserve, the news of Ah Mu's serious illness suddenly came from the Tai Hospital. But Meng Mianming had only recently seen Ah Mu.

It was ten days ago, when she was passing through the Imperial Garden, she saw Ah Mu feeding the pigeons in the sun, and a flock of white pigeons fluttered and flew, and he smiled happily, like a child who would never grow up.

However, after more than ten days of work, how could Ah Mu, who had always been in good health, suddenly become seriously ill, just before she promulgated the Decree of the Establishment of the Crown Prince?

Meng Mian was deeply aware that something was wrong, so she not only personally went to see Ah Mu, but also asked Song Zheng, the young secretary of the Dali Temple, to accompany her.

When she arrived at Ah Mu's palace, Ah Mu was lying on the bed, curled up and trembling, looking very painful.

Meng Mian was a Tongqi Huang zhi skill, so she withdrew from ah mu's side of the tai doctor and personally went forward to take the pulse for ah mu. She called Ah Mu's name, but he had lost consciousness.

Ammu's veins were vague and strange, and she then examined his tongue. Meng Mian really did not guess wrongly, Ah Mu was poisoned by someone, and this poison invaded Ah Mu's body for more than a day or two. It's just that this poison is very strange, not only Does Meng Mian not know, but all the imperial doctors in the Tai Hospital have never seen it, and now they have to prescribe some tonic and detoxification formulas to slightly alleviate Meng Mu's pain.

Meng Mian covered the quilt for Ah Mu. As she put Ammu's hand into the quilt, she inadvertently saw the cinnabar mole on his wrist.

She couldn't help but remember the old days. In the palace change four years ago, the rest of the imperial heirs in the palace were all in distress, and only Ah Mu and her were exiled to the people.

It's just that he wasn't as lucky as Meng Mian, and he wasn't found until two years after Meng Mian ascended the throne.

At that time, Ah Mu had been reduced to a little named Hanako in the capital, ragged and disheveled, and meng Mian recognized Ah Mu with this cinnabar mole.

"Ah Mu, Sister Ah can't stand you." In the two years that Ah Mu had wandered, he had suffered too much. Meng Mian had already vowed in his heart ten million times that he would do his best to protect Ah Mu.

Meng Mian was remorseful, Song Zheng came over and slightly bowed his head towards her, Song Zheng found something strange in the soup that Ah Mu had used.

Meng slept with some of the scraps on the wall of the bowl, but with a gentle sniff, her whole person was already in a trance. Although she did not know the name of the medicine, she dared to conclude that it was a poison.

The palace maid in charge of Ah Mu's diet and living said that this soup was a soup specially sent by the waiter, a bowl a day, without interruption. The maid also said that Lu Guan had also come in the past few days.

By now, Meng Mian had already understood that Lu Zixiu did not want to turn back.

When Meng Mian came out of the Amu Palace, the sun had already tilted to the west, and Lu Zixiu led the people of the Inner Attendant Mansion to come in, and a group of eunuchs and palace maids saluted her. She walked past Lu Zixiu, and the indifferent eye wind gently swept over him, and the bottom of her eyes was endless sadness.

Meng Mian's medical skills were taught by her mother.com. Her mother-in-law was a doctor in the Tai Hospital before she was crowned a concubine, so after she understood things, her mother-in-law taught her to identify various medicinal materials.

When she was eight years old, her mother-in-law was unloved and eventually trapped in the four-sided vermilion wall and depressed.

When she was nine years old, she used the medical skills taught to her by her mother to save a dying eunuch on the side of the road. Later, the little eunuch took the place of her mother-in-law and accompanied her through the longest years in the deep palace.

The little eunuch ten years ago was none other than Lu Zixiu, the head of the ceremonial superintendent who was in charge of the current power.

It's just that the person she once saved is now poisoning her imperial brother in turn for the sake of power.

When exactly did this start?

She suddenly remembered that when she returned to the same dusk, the burning clouds in the sky were red and miserable.

On that day, the carriage coming from the imperial palace stopped in front of their hut. She hid behind Lu Zixiu and tugged at his sleeve and did not want to go back.

But the guards did not know whose will they had followed, and insisted on bringing Meng Mian into the palace. The two sides did not know how long the stalemate lasted, but the leading guards finally lost patience and directly ordered Lu Zixiu, who was hindering them, to move. In time, more than a dozen guards rushed up, pushed him to the ground, and while punching and kicking him, they scolded him for "castrating dogs" for fun.

Lu Zixiu was not the opponent of the guards, and was soon beaten to the ground covered in blood and curled up on the ground. A pair of hard-soled boots crushed his face and the back of his hands, and for a moment, the sound of broken bones clicked, but his hands still stubbornly grasped the corner of her skirt, refusing to let go.

Meng Mian cried hysterically and desperately tried to pull the guards, but they instead put their arms around. Only then did she understand that those guards were not actually serving her, and that the so-called female emperor was just a powerless empty shelf.

Fortunately, later Song Zheng also came with people and saved Lu Zixiu, who had fainted, in time.

Song Zheng ordered Lu Zixiu to be carried into the hut and asked a doctor to treat him. Song Zheng told Meng Mian not to worry too much, but she still kept vigil outside the hut all night.

After Lu Zixiu woke up the next day, Meng Mian realized that the wounds on his body could be healed, but the wounds in his heart were difficult to heal.

For example, the bright, persistent eyes that had once become dark and indifferent, he no longer cared about her bitter pleas, and coldly asked her to return to the palace.

He said that from now on, he no longer wanted to be trampled on, he wanted to be a good person.

(4) The poems of the past and the broken intestines of the past, Nong is unknown to the king

For so many years, she had always remembered his desire to be a human being, and she had also fulfilled him in the open and in the dark.

She watched him step by step from the most humble eunuch to the current celebrant of ceremonies, and watched him change from being fished by others to fished by others. But she turned a deaf ear to what he had done and did it for him for three full years.

In fact, as far as she was concerned, the early sealing of the emperor was only good for her, which could not only block the courtiers' urging the crown prince's mouth, but also let the prime minister and others die coveting imperial power.

Since he had been forcing her to marry, since he had already done something to her dearest, it was time for her to plan for herself.

A few days ago, Song Zhengyu told Meng Mian that Dali Temple had secretly captured Zhang Fu's former housekeeper not long ago. According to his account, Zhang Rufu had a private account for bribery, and the account book used to be ordered by him, but then disappeared.

Chang Rufu was the elder of the Three Dynasties, and there were countless protégés in the DPRK, and now the situation in the DPRK and China is complicated, and the whole body is involved.

In addition, Zhang Rufu acted cautiously, except for this personal testimony, there was no other supporting evidence, meng Mian did not dare to act rashly.

However, Song Zheng also told her that Lu Zixiu had a private house in Huainan, which was under Zhang Yu's jurisdiction, covering an area of 100 acres and hiding countless treasures, and now the spies of Dali Temple had proved that if they started from here, the odds were extremely high.

She was frowning and thinking, several small eunuchs entered the temple holding two large stacks, and Lu Zixiu also came. Meng Mian had suppressed Ah Mu's affairs before and did not hold Lu Zixiu responsible, so he still served in front of the imperial court.

Meng Mian casually flipped through several copies of the recital, and the above content was the same as saying that king Qi was weak and afraid that he would not be able to take on the responsibility of the state in the future.

Meng Mian was very clear that these folds were all through Lu Zixiu's hands before she approved them. So, what he wants her to see, what she sees is what she sees.

There were only two of them left in the vast hall, and as usual, he stood quietly in front of her case, while she flipped around and puffed out.

The two were speechless for a moment, and the long night was eerily silent.

In the end, he was the first to open: "His Highness the Prince of Qi's body has been deteriorating recently, and the courtiers ask His Majesty to be crowned emperor at an early date."

She suddenly looked up and stared straight into his eyes, "The Tai Doctor said that King Qi's illness was an evil spirit entering the body, and if Yuan's big marriage could dispel the evil spirit on Ah Mu's body, Shuo felt that it was feasible, what do you think?" Although she did not make it clear to him, she also had something to say.

He narrowed his eyes, as if he were promising.

Meng Mian smiled and said, "It is true that Shuo should be married, but Shuo only marries the people he likes."

He frowned, and after a long time he asked her, "Who is Your Majesty talking about?"

She looked up at him, and there was a defiant smile in her eyes: "Shuo likes Song Zheng, have you forgotten?"

That was still six years ago, cheng qian's seventeenth year of the imperial examination, only passed the weak crown of the Song Zhengjin list title, title and first. Although he is young, he is a teenager and an old man, and his one-handed article shocks the world.

In addition to being extremely talented, Song Zheng also has outstanding appearance. That year, even the young lady who was raised in the depths heard of his reputation for elegance.

At that time, Meng Mian was still cardamom-like age and childlike heart, and she heard Yude's concubine talking privately, and she was very curious, so she specially asked her father to go to the Qionglin feast that year.

At the Qionglin Banquet, Xinke Zhuangyuan's song "Mountain Flowing Water" listened to Meng Mian like a mesmerizing. Unfortunately, she was too far away to see Song Zheng's appearance.

Therefore, she went to the banquet with joy in a brocade dress, but when she returned, she was dejected.

Lu Zixiu asked her why, and she simply complained to him, probably talking about how Yuanlang was graceful and elegant, how his piano skills were superb, but how the distance between the two wine cases was out of reach.

Lu Zixiu had always been reticent, but only listened to her silently. However, soon after, Meng Mian found that Lu Zixiu had picked up the pipe that he had not blown for many years.

That year, the sound of the flute in yude Palace was long and gentle, and it was also played "Mountain Flowing Water".

Meng Mian did not know why, but every day he sat under the durian tree and watched the landing to repair the blowpipe. Until one day, his whistle attracted the new branch leader who had just descended the dynasty.

It corresponds to the so-called mountain flowing water, the so-called smell of music and sound.

Only a few curtains away, Meng Mian finally saw Song Zheng, whom she had admired for a long time. She also remembered that when the song "Mountain Flowing Water" was played, Lu Zixiu suddenly turned back to look at her and smiled as he helped her get her wish.

But she didn't understand why she couldn't be happy if she had clearly fulfilled her wish.

It wasn't until later, when the former emperor decreed that Song Zheng was married, that Meng Mian realized that what she liked was never the out of reach of Song Zheng, but the person who accompanied her every day.

Even if he was crippled, even if their identities were very different, even though she knew that they would never have any results.

She watched every change in the look on his face, perhaps as long as she could find a trace of regret in his widowed eyes, even if it had reached this point, even if it was a big deal in the world, she would not hesitate to tell him that the person she liked for so many years had actually been him!

But he didn't.

He just looked at her deeply, thinking about the pros and cons: "Song Zheng? I think that on the family lineage, on the character, Zhang Yu is the best candidate for Difu. ”

"Have you forgotten the will of the first emperor?" She sneered and refused.

She should have understood that the two of them were really out of reach. Although they see each other day by day, they are only a few steps apart, but they seem to be separated by the end of the world. For so many years, she had trekked through mountains and rivers, crossed mountains and mountains, and was only one step away from coming to him, but he had never seen her in his eyes, only endless desire.

She was so tired.

Meng Mian closed her eyes and warned herself in her heart that the person she liked was Song Zheng, who had been and would be.

(5) I do not know that I am a guest in my dreams, and I am greedy

Song Zheng was naturally willing to marry Meng Mian, and Meng Mian could actually vaguely detect that he had been waiting for her for the past five years.

After she and Lu Zixiu were married, it was Song Zheng who personally took her back, and it was he who worked hard to push her to the position of the Ninth Five-Year Supreme.

From the marriage given by the first emperor to her resistance to marriage, and now she personally drafted the will, declaring that she was willing to obey the will of the first emperor to give marriage, going around and around, and finally returning to the same place.

At the time of the proclamation, it was a bright afternoon, and the first bright red flower bone was formed on the pomegranate tree outside the Guanghua Hall.

She sat on the throne of Kowloon and listened to Lu Zixiu read out her will sentence by sentence.

Every sentence of the Holy Will had been written by her own handwriting, and she had read it over and over a hundred times, but now that she had read it out of his mouth, it was still poking at her heart.

The prime minister under the palace was a party, and one by one, his face was ugly. They had thought that Meng Mian would have no way out, but they did not expect that the female emperor, who had been reluctant to marry for a long time, had actually moved out of the holy will of the former emperor.

Meng Mian himself also had plans, now that the floods in Jiangnan are not even, the people are not happy, the imperial court has been unable to allocate treasury silver, and even the people in Huaibei have rebelled because of famine, Zhang Rufu will not fall for a day, and the world will not be peaceful for a day.

She was no longer willing to be a puppet.

However, Meng Mian still did not hold back, and she looked back at the person's eyes. Her eyes were narrow and lingering, perhaps for the last time in her life she had looked at him like this.

That night, she locked herself in the temple alone and drank the most wine of her life. She was already overwhelmed by alcohol, more than a dozen old wines into the intestines, she leaned against the corner of the wall and drunk. When Meng Mian was conscious and drowsy, she vaguely felt that someone had broken the door and walked over.

She cried out in confusion, "Who?"

The visitor did not answer.

She stood up shakily against the wall, trying to walk over to see what was going on. But she had already lost her strength, and after taking two steps, she staggered back one after another, and then accidentally stumbled on the wine altar on the ground.

Just as she was about to fall, a pair of powerful hands pulled her into her arms. She was half drunk and couldn't open her eyes, but this embrace was familiar to her.

It was the early summer nine years ago, when the durian flowers of Yude Palace were particularly well-bloomed, and clusters of bright red were like fire.

When she was young, she was active, and she secretly climbed the pomegranate tree alone, trying to pluck the cluster of pomegranate flowers with the reddest branches, but she fell from the tree without noticing. At that time, Lu Zixiu also came over suddenly and hugged her tightly under the tree.

She was short, so he carried her on his shoulder. The May sun was dappled from the treetops, reflecting on the branches full of durian flowers, which she could reach out and touch.

She didn't tell him that it was from that time that she had only come to like pomegranate flowers.

She forced herself to open her eyes, overlapping with the previous figure, but she was sure he was her son.

They hadn't gotten so close in a long, long time. Her hands caressed his scarred face, caressed every one of his scars, and there was a shallow smile under her eyes. But she smiled and laughed, and suddenly cried out like crazy: "Zi Xiu, do you know that what I like is you?!" It's you!"

With the strength of the wine, she suddenly grabbed him by the neck and looked up and bit his lip.

The man froze in place and did not refuse.

(6) Things are people and not things, and tears flow first

Meng Mian woke up at dusk the next day.

Bamboo curtains hung from the windows of the sleeping hall, and the afterglow still poured in through the gaps, stretching the figure in front of the window very long.

She vaguely remembered the events of last night, and looked at the back and called out" "Zi Xiu". When the man turned around, she realized that it was Song Zheng. She was still not dead-hearted, and looked around with her head, but there was no Lu Zixiu half a shadow.

He must have sensed that she was looking for someone: "Only I am."

"Who was that night?"

"Last night I was afraid you would spoil your body, so I took the liberty of breaking in."

It turned out not to be a sub-repair.

She stopped making a sound, just stared blankly at the fragments of the wine altar in the corner of the wall, and seemed to look at it, and she could go back to last night, back to that beautiful and illusory dream.

Suddenly, in the distance came the sound of Zhengzheng bells, it was the sound of the death knell ringing, Meng Mian sat up in shock, and quickly asked, "Who is it?"

Song Zheng told him that it was Ammuel.

Last night, Ah Mu's condition suddenly deteriorated, and he was almost out of breath in the morning. Later, the tai doctor found that Ah Mu's soup medicine had been added to it. That medicine is a kind of poison in southern Xinjiang, the dose is small, although it will not kill people immediately, but it will invade the five internal organs over time. The most damning thing is that once this medicine is taken, it will become addictive, if it cannot be renewed in time, it will be like a hundred ants biting and eating, and the pain will not be desired.

Ah Mu had been poisoned like this before, but last night he was added dozens of times the amount of medicine.

Meng Mian bit her lip tightly, she still didn't keep Ah Mu! And that man, in doing so, was nothing more than revenge on her for setting up another emperor, for not being at her mercy anymore.

He was born to love revenge, just as the guards who insulted him had been tortured to death by him all these years, and none of them had been spared. This is indeed Lu Zixiu's style of conduct.

Under the bell outside the palace, her dream could finally wake up.

Meng Mian had been seriously ill since then, and for more than ten days in a row, she did not ask about the government and did not see Lu Zixiu again, but she did not hear or ask.

Later, she heard that during the days when Song Zheng was in power on her behalf, Lu Zixiu was imprisoned in the name of poisoning the prince, and the officers and soldiers found the private accounts of Baiyin Wanliang and Zhang Rufu in Lu Zixiu's private residence, and the evidence was conclusive. And the silver two and the account book not only solved the siege of the flood and no silver disaster, but also became the iron evidence for the overthrow of Zhang Rufu.

In addition, Lu Zixiu's private residence also contained his private letters with the rest of the officials in the DPRK, but in January, Song Zheng eliminated the prime minister's party, and the DPRK and China have set off earth-shaking changes.

Song Zheng also tried to tell Meng Mian the details, but she didn't listen, just said to him: "Song Zheng, you are doing the right thing!"

Meng Mian last saw Lu Zixiu the day before her big wedding. On that day, the durian flowers in front of yutoku Palace were in full bloom, and she was dressed in a bright red dress, and the ghost sent the gods to the dungeon.

The dungeon was dark and damp, and she recognized Lu Zixiu at a glance, even though he was in prison clothes and disheveled, even if he was thin and inhuman, even if he was curled up on the ground, humble like an ant.

Step by step, she walked up to him and looked at him condescendingly.

He had been locked up in the dungeon for a long time, and his expression was a little confused, and it took a long time before he realized that she was coming, and looked up at her.

The green tendons on his forehead loomed, as if he was enduring great pain, but he still gritted his teeth and looked at her and smiled.

She didn't want to look at him, and she threw out the wax durian in her sleeve and turned away.

The durian flower hairpin fell on the cold floor tile, and Ding Zero shattered into two pieces like a decisive one.

He didn't see the tears in her eyes as she snatched the door and came out, nor did she see how little by little he moved over and picked up the half-cut wax durian.

When the news of Lu Zixiu's death came, it was a late night two months later. At that time, she was two months pregnant, and her daughter was serving her to take the anti-fetal medicine.

Song Zheng carefully told Meng Mian that Lu Zixiu had committed suicide in the dungeon. He had thought that Meng Mian would not care, but unexpectedly, as soon as she heard the news, she was like crazy, and she did not even have time to wear shoes and socks, and ran barefoot in the direction of the dungeon.

Eventually, she fainted in the dungeon and nearly lost the child in her belly.

She had thought of amnesty for the world when her child was born. She had never thought of killing him, even though she hated him.

That night, the capital fell for the first time since autumn, and the durian flowers in the palace fell.

(7) The durian flowers do not see the autumn snow, and the years are as old as yesterday

Later, Meng Mian gave birth to the emperor's eldest son and made him crown prince.

Later, she reformed the old world, reorganized the imperial program, and became a Ming Emperor praised by the people.

It's just that she never laughed again.

Song Zheng only woke up at this time that he might really be wrong. He had thought they were married, they already had children of their own, and that she could always forget that person in the long run.

The cool autumn wind leaked into the palace hall and blew him into a trance. He suddenly recalled the night Meng Mian drank, and Lu Zixiu suddenly sent someone to summon him to Meng Mian's palace. When he went, she was drunk as mud and collapsed on the bed drunk, but there was something vaguely in her mouth, as if it were whose name it was.

Lu Zixiu saw him come in and walked out. The moment the two passed each other, Lu Zixiu suddenly turned to him and said, "I handed Over Amien to you."

At that time, Song Zheng did not understand the meaning of Lu Zixiu's words, he still felt annoyed, he did not know why Lu Zixiu spoke to him like this.

Lu Zixiu was just a eunuch, but a bearer who had injured her so badly.

However, after he really thoroughly investigated the corruption case in Huainan, he gradually understood the reason.

He had purged the old party in January, and at first he felt satisfied, but when his mind calmed down, he did not realize the mystery. It was all so smooth, so smooth that it was like being led by the nose and stepping on a predetermined path.

And the person who led him away was no one else, it was Lu Zixiu who had led him to Yude with a whistle.

In addition, Song Zheng also knew other secrets.

During the days when Meng Mian was seriously ill, the official of Dali Temple, Lu Zixiu, said that they had found a teenager in the folk, although the man had lost his mind, but his appearance was like a female emperor, and there was a fruit cinnabar mole on his wrist.

He suddenly understood something, and hurriedly went to check the wrist of His Highness the King of Qi before, and found that the wrist of the King of Qi was not a cinnabar mole, but was dyed with special pigments, and when the water was sold, it would fade.

Gradually, he found more clues, such as the white pigeons that King Qi fed in the palace were not playthings, but carrier pigeons used to convey messages. There is only one place for the carrier pigeons to fly, and that is the Prime Minister's Mansion in the capital. This fake Ah Mu was just a delicate work hidden in the prime minister, and the way the prime minister manipulated him was to make him drink the poison that tasted of southern Xinjiang beforehand. That kind of medicine is addictive, and if it is not taken continuously, it will make people worse off than dead. For poisoned people, it is both poison and antidote, and the fake Ah Mu can only obediently obey.

However, he did not tell Meng Mian all this, but completely concealed it. He did not take the true Ah Mu back to the palace, but only kept Ah Mu in his private house outside his palace and let people wait.

He also did not tell Meng Mian that he had actually been poisoned with the same poison as the fake Ah Mu, and that the poison in his body was no less than half a point less than that of the fake Ah Mu. Song Zheng once went to the dungeon to see Lu Zixiu, when his poison had penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and his addiction had been on attack all day. His pain was unbearable, his body had been scratched by him to the point of blurring flesh and blood, and the whole person was curled up on the ground, unable to stand up at all.

Lu Zixiu was tortured to death by drug addiction, not by taking poison and committing suicide.

On the day he died, Song Zheng also went to the dungeon. When Song Zheng arrived, Lu Zixiu only had his last breath, and he was already speechless. However, when Lu Zixiu saw him coming, he opened his mouth desperately and tried to squeeze words out of his throat, as if he was begging.

Although Song Zheng couldn't hear his voice, he still understood what he was saying, because he had already said to Song Zheng countless times, "I handed over Amien to you, you must treat her well." ”

(Epilogue)

Shortly after Lu Zixiu's death, a jailer found his right hand clutched deadly. The group of jailers felt curious, thinking that Lu Zixiu had once been in power and the opposition, and what treasure he must be holding in his hand before he died. Unfortunately, his hand was too tight, and several people could not break it with a long time of effort, and finally used a knife to pry his hand open.

But they were all disappointed, and what he was clutching tightly in his palm was nothing else, but a half-cut beeswax durian hairpin that was worthless.

Lu Zixiu died at noon, and Song Zheng told Meng Mian in the middle of the night.

When Meng Mian rushed to the dungeon, Lu Zixiu's body was already cold. Therefore, she only saw a half-cut durian flower hairpin that was broken on the ground, and did not know that there was a person who held it tightly before he died, refusing to let go until his death.

However, there was more she didn't know, even Song Zheng didn't know.

Although Lu Zixiu and False Ah Mu were poisoned by the same poison, the latter was forced to drink, and he took the initiative to drink it.

He had thought that as long as he fought for his life, as he had risked death into the fire before, he would be able to protect her at all times. However, on the day she was forcibly taken into the palace, he watched her do everything he could, but he could only be trampled in the dirt and powerless. Only then did he truly understand that in the face of the treacherous struggle, he was too small to protect her at all.

It was also that year that he followed Meng Mian back. The situation in the DPRK and China was even more frightening than he expected. The chancellor Zhang Rufu was extremely powerful, and the courtiers in the court were only his leader, and Meng Mian, the female emperor, was just a puppet in his hands.

The following year, Zhang Rufu even sent a fake Ah Mu into the palace. He did this, first, to let the fake Ah Mu ventilate the news, and second, because he was afraid that Meng Mian would one day no longer be willing to be subject to others, and they could let the fake Ah Mu take his place.

So he pretended to turn to the prime minister, pretending not to notice the poisonous wine that could contain him. Because he knew that Zhang Rufu was suspicious, only if he handed over his life to the other party, the other party could really trust him.

On the one hand, he pretended to support Zhang Yu as an emperor and asked the Zhang clan to abandon the fake Ah Mu's wasted son, and on the other hand, he secretly collected all the evidence of Zhang Rufu's crimes and sorted out the entangled relationship between the DPRK and China.

It wasn't until Lu Zixiu read out the sacred will that established Song Zheng as emperor fu that Zhang Rufu understood that Lu Zixiu had never really helped him in all these years. He was extremely angry, and immediately stopped Lu Zixiu's antidote, and deliberately let Lu Zixiu taste the taste of life is worse than death.

Zhang Rufu had thought that Lu Zixiu would be soft, but he did not expect that in Lu Zixiu's eyes, his life was never nothing.

Ten years ago, he should have died, and it was Meng Mian who saved him from dying. From that moment on, he made up his mind that he would live for Meng Mian all his life.

How could he not understand Meng Mian's intentions? However, he was just a crippled eunuch, a monster with a scarred face, and even in the dead of night, he did not dare to ask himself whether he liked her or not. Compared with him, Song Zheng is famous all over the world, his appearance is grand, and he treats Meng Mian with sincerity, and he is the one who is worth her trust for life.

Since this was the case, those insults were all borne by him, whether it was the history of the japanese history or the barnyard official Ye Shi, they would only remember that the female emperor Meng Mian was a Ming Jun.

He had wanted to see her come to power after giving birth to the imperial heir, but he still couldn't wait for that day.

In fact, he should have died a few months ago, and it was he who had endured the pain of drilling his heart for three more months.

For those three months, he was tortured every day, it was better to live than to die, and he only relied on duan nihilistic memories to support himself—it was ten years ago, when the pomegranate flowers in the Yude Hall were in full bloom, and he drove her on his shoulder to pick the tallest durian flower. He looked up at her and saw that the girl he liked was looking at him and smiling.

Specially promote wonderful short articles, welcome to follow, like, comment!