Chapter 142 Throne

Zhen Tingyun was still shocked by the news he heard just now, and his heart was quite agitated.

She was curious about the cause of Empress Dowager Zheng's death and why Fu Changxi closed the Nangong Palace and concealed the news of his death; she was also worried about the emperor's body, wondering if he could survive in such a situation; the most dazed and anxious thing to her was: if the emperor really couldn't support it, Now that he died, what should he do next? The emperor is still young, he has not married his concubine, and naturally he has no heirs. This time, he has no successor.

Even though Zhen Tingyun was still young, he had read the history books without knowing these things. Thinking of the bloody storms in the history books when the throne changed, he felt chills all over his body, and he couldn't help fighting a cold war.

At this time, Fu Changxi pulled her into his arms and said, "Tingyun, I have something to say to you...", Zhen Tingyun couldn't react a little, so he was stunned, blinked slowly, and turned around. Looking at Fu Changxi, he hesitated and said, "Then, what do you say?"

Fu Changxi sighed, hugged her tighter, and said in a low voice, "Before, I probably didn't tell you carefully about my relationship with the royal father..."

After many years, Fu Changxi was still a little uncomfortable when he suddenly said it, but since he opened his mouth, he no longer concealed it. Instead, he explained the dispute between himself and Emperor Xiaozong from the beginning to the end. .

He never told anyone about these things, and he felt that he didn't need to explain it to anyone. But at this time, facing Zhen Tingyun, his heart was no longer tense, but relaxed and calm. Even when he looked back at those unbearable pasts, his posture was calm and his tone was calm.

It's like holding a knife to analyze the past self little by little, cutting the inside and outside, straight to the center, rational and calm.

"...At that time, I was angry with the royal father because of the matter between the royal sister and the mother-in-law. Later, I received a marriage decree from him to marry me and the Zheng family daughter." Speaking of the beginning, Fu Changxi slightly He closed his eyes and said lightly, "When I received that imperial decree, it was when I was young, and I couldn't hold back my anger anymore. Naturally, I also knew that the imperial decree of my father's marriage was not malicious. On the contrary, it was paving the way for me. After all, I had a cold and rigid relationship with the ministers of the Central Court and the faction for the sake of marriage, and even beat Zheng Shoufu at that time. My father wanted me to marry the Zheng family. It reassured Zheng Shoufu's heart, and on the other hand, it eased the relationship between me and the peace faction in the DPRK, thus paving the way for my Eastern Palace."

"It's just that I was so angry at that time - there are so many parents in this world who use 'for your own good' as an excuse to make decisions for their children but ignore their children's emotions and ability to accept."

"I thought at the time: Do I really care about the dragon chair in Qianyuan Palace? Do I really want to sacrifice the life of the emperor and soak up the blood and tears of the mother? Does he want to give me the throne, I must Do you want to accept it with sincerity?"

Fu Changxi's tone was quiet, but Zhen Tingyun, who was nestled in his arms, couldn't help shrinking into his arms. She couldn't tell how complicated her mood was at the moment, she could only slightly raise her head to look at the other person, but due to the limitation of her line of sight, she could only see the firm, jade-like chin and the thin lips pressed together.

Fu Changxi's expression was condensed, and every word was like a stone: "So, I don't care, I don't want it, and I don't accept it. I took the imperial edict for marriage, threw it in front of Emperor Xiaozong and said to him, 'You just do it yourself. A beautiful dream for generations to come! Anyway, in my whole life, if I don’t marry a wife or leave an heir, even if I die, I won’t let your noble and extraordinary blood be passed down from me!” Then I took people to the north border."

Although he knew it was out of date, Zhen Tingyun couldn't help but heard Fu Changxi's oath when he was young , in the end, didn't you marry yourself when you turned around? !

This slap is also a slap in the face.

Thinking about it this way, Zhen Tingyun felt like she was a witch who seduced the eminent monk to break his precepts, and unexpectedly broke the oath Fu Changxi had made with Emperor Xiaozong back then, and still had an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.

Fu Changxi's heart ached when she poked him, but he understood what she meant in a flash, he subconsciously stretched his brows, reached out to hold her finger that was poking his heart, and sighed unconsciously: "Actually, when I think about it now, I also I feel that I was a little impulsive and naive when I swore..." Otherwise, he wouldn't have just struggled for a while, turned his head and went to the eldest Princess Huiguo to propose a marriage for him.

Fu Changxi admitted his mistake so bluntly, but Zhen Tingyun felt that it was boring, so he bent the fingers that he held in the palm of his hand, and scratched lightly on it.

"My thoughts and oaths at the time were indeed childish and impulsive, and now I feel a little regretful in retrospect, but I never regretted going to the northern Xinjiang at that time." Feeling Zhen Tingyun's fingers, Fu Changxi simply pushed her away. He held his whole hand in his palm, raised his eyebrows slightly, stared at the person in his arms, looked at her, and said seriously, "Tingyun, you should know that this world is far more than just this corner of the capital. I also It is precisely because I ran out of the capital that I was able to really think about it and decide what I really want to do. Maybe many people will think that it is ridiculous for me to give up the throne that is at my fingertips. However, I don’t think so.”

Speaking of this, Fu Changxi couldn't help pinching Zhen Tingyun's palm again, and his voice became soft: "Many people regard the emperor as the emperor and the supreme, but I did see Emperor Xiaozong and the first emperor with my own eyes. And today, I am trembling in this position, constantly sacrificing and compromising, almost becoming a real loner, exhausting my whole life. But I don't want this, I always look forward to the day when I can go with you In the northern Xinjiang, during wartime, we guard the people and do not give in an inch of land; when there is no wartime, we can sit in the yard and watch the fur in that yard, or go to the grassland to run horses and sing..."

Zhen Tingyun had already realized something, and covered the back of Fu Changxi's hand with his other hand, and asked in a low voice, "Why do you suddenly remember to say this?"

Fu Changxi stared at her and said earnestly, "I gave up the throne back then. Now, I have to give up again—but we are now husband and wife, and I always want to let you know what I think and what I want to know. did you mean."

Zhen Tingyun glared at him subconsciously, and hummed: "If you become an emperor, wouldn't you want to sit in the sixth palace? Then what should I do?!"

Even if it was just to be with Fu Changxi for the rest of her life, she couldn't let Fu Changxi become the emperor with three palaces and six courtyards.

Even though he was full of thoughts and worries, when he heard Zhen Tingyun's unhesitating answer, Fu Changxi couldn't help but raise his lips and nodded in approval: "Well, you are right!"

"So, we don't want this throne anymore."

Fu Changxi's tone was relaxed, as if he had thrown away some baggage.

Zhen Tingyun thought of the Yan Wang father and son who were called into the palace by Fu Changxi, and felt a little bit of guilt - after all, Fu Nianjia was probably the object of Fu Changxi's burden?

Thinking about this is also... ah!

After talking about it, Fu Changxi felt a lot more relieved, so he talked to Zhen Tingyun about his plans and arrangements for the next. Just got off the carriage.

After entering the palace, Fu Changxi asked people to report to the cabinet - at this time, there should be people in the cabinet on duty in the outer palace.

Although it is the Qixi Festival, at this time the palace has lost the charming atmosphere of Qixi Festival - such a big event happened in the Qianyuan Palace, the emperor couldn't be shocked, Song Yuan was angry and worried, not only let the forbidden army command the Qianyuan Palace in a group. Surrounded to prevent changes, he followed the maid who reported suicide to arrest all those who had sneaked out of Nangong.

Since these people pride themselves on being loyal and don't want any of them, Song Yuan did not directly kill them, but only handed them over to be severely tortured. From their mouths, many so-called acquaintances were found... Some of the palace staff didn't even know what happened, but seeing that some people were taken away by the banned army, they were still somewhat panicked, and naturally they were not in the mood to go to the Qixi Festival.

Since Zhen Tingyun and Fu Changxi entered the palace, although they never looked around, they could sense that the palace was a bit terrifyingly cold today. Along the way, the palace servants who knelt down and saluted them were all polite and respectful. Apprehensive face.

Zhen Tingyun saw it in his eyes and couldn't help but sigh: The mountains and the rain are about to come and the wind will fill the building, if this is the case...

When Fu Changxi and Zhen Tingyun arrived at Qianyuan Palace, they could only see a group of forbidden troops guarding outside Qianyuan Palace, and Song Yuan personally greeted them. His face was so white that he could not see a trace of blood, his eyes were black and cold, and when he saw Fu Changxi, he lifted the corner of his robe and knelt down to plead guilty: "His Royal Highness, it was the minister who was oversight and caused such a catastrophe just now, Your Majesty, he... "

At this moment, such a heroic man actually choked up when he spoke at this moment - the little emperor was after all the blood of his eldest sister, and he was also the future savior he had high hopes to revive the Song family, but now he ...

Song Yuan almost exhausted all his self-control, so that he could restrain his emotions and did not cry directly.

Fu Changxi raised his hand and made a gesture to stop Song Yuan's words. He was too lazy to listen to these pleas and said directly, "Where's Imperial Physician An?"

Song Yuan still knelt down, bowed his head and said, "Your Majesty's situation is in critical condition, and Imperial Physician An did not dare to leave for a little while, so he had to stand by the side and did not dare to leave without permission."

Fu Changxi nodded slightly and said, "Get up."

After a pause, he didn't say anything, just held Zhen Tingyun's hand and walked up the steps, into the Qianyuan Palace.

The inside of Qianyuan Palace is actually more cold and chilling than the outside. The palace people inside are probably all sent out. The empty space can't see people and can't hear people's voices. Only the copper incense burner is burning with ambergris, and the fragrance is misty. When he got up, the whole hall was filled with the rich aroma of ambergris, and the bright yellow curtain hung low, covering the scene behind the curtain.

It was probably that the maid who reported the letter committed suicide here not long ago. Even though he knew that the place should have been cleaned up, and even though ambergris was still burning in the palace, Zhen Tingyun could still vaguely smell a trace in the cold air. Smell of blood.

It was now July, and when Zhen Tingyun stepped into Qianyuan Palace, he couldn't help but shivered.

Fu Changxi seemed to have gotten used to it long ago, or was mentally prepared. He didn't even stop when he walked into the hall, but went inside without even having to be served by others. He raised his hand to lift the curtain in front of him. It was the emperor who was lying on the Ming Huanglong couch, the imperial doctor An who was guarding the couch, and several eunuch maids.

Seeing the prince regent and the princess come forward, these eunuch maids hurriedly knelt down and saluted, while Imperial Physician An was a little flustered and wanted to get up and said, "Your Highness, minister..."

At the same time, Imperial Doctor An still placed one hand on the little emperor's wrist, apparently checking the pulse, while the other hand was holding a needle, probably for relief use - in such a situation, Imperial Doctor An was really unable to do so. Get up and salute.

"Nothing, Your Majesty's situation is important, so don't be too polite." Fu Changxi waved his hand and stopped Imperial Physician An's salute. He turned to look at the little emperor on the couch. Going to see Imperial Physician An, he said, "How much time is left?"

His voice was cold and direct, but it was like a stone thrown into a lake, causing countless ripples and ripples.

Imperial Physician An's face was somewhat pale, as if he had lost his strength, and his voice was weak and weak: "Probably, there may be a day or two left."

Fu Changxi pondered for a moment, frowning slightly: "Is there a way to wake up Your Majesty?"

The expression on Taiyi An's face changed and changed, and he tentatively went to see Fu Changxi: "My lord, if this is the case, I'm afraid it will even damage Your Majesty's life..."

Fu Changxi took a deep breath: "I have sent someone to invite King Yan and the prince on the way, and after entering the palace, I have sent someone to invite the elders... At such times, Your Majesty must be sober. Otherwise, the country will be uncertain. , the country is also unstable."

"Yes, the old minister understands." After several dynasties, Imperial Physician An also knew the dangers in the inner circle, so he immediately put aside his thoughts and nodded solemnly.

Although Imperial Physician An's face was still not very good, he still held the needle after answering the call, and immediately applied the needle.

Fu Changxi stepped forward, found a position that would not interfere with the acupuncture given by Imperial Physician An, and sat down, apparently guarding the little emperor while he waited for him to wake up.

But he still didn't forget Zhen Tingyun next to him. He raised his head and glanced at the other party, and said softly: "Tingyun, go and wait outside."

Zhen Tingyun didn't respond for a while, just stared at Fu Changxi's expression.

Fu Changxi took a deep breath and said, "I'll just stay here, you'd better sit outside for a while and take a breath."

There were also Imperial Physician An and several eunuchs who served in the palace. Zhen Tingyun had never experienced these things. Standing here at this moment, the dignified atmosphere on the left and right really made her a little breathless.Without reluctance, he nodded and replied softly, "Then, I'll wait outside."

Fu Changxi nodded slightly, and after watching her go to the curtain, he then turned to look at the little emperor on the couch, his face inevitably showing a little tiredness and sadness.

Coming out of the suffocating atmosphere, Zhen Tingyun casually found a seat beside the curtain and sat down. Before he could sort out his messy thoughts, he waited for King Yan and Yan Wang who were rushing over.Prince Fu Nianjia.