Chapter 144 Negotiated Storage

King Yan was a practitioner of Taoism and alchemy for longevity. He paid special attention to this matter of life and death. At this time, the cabinet ministers who were kneeling beside the dragon couch weeping bitterly made him cry so much that he was about to cry. .

The desolate wind, bitter rain and sadness in the hall filled the hall, and the atmosphere also solidified. At this time, everyone who was crying suddenly heard Fu Changxi's indifferent voice——

"State affairs are important, and I also ask a few adults to mourn and exercise restraint."

His voice was like himself, cold and hard, but a rock that could not be dissolved by the warm water of the Spring River in March.

The sentimental tears of everyone met this sound, and they stopped unknowingly like running water hitting the rocks.

Even the dazed look on the emperor's face on the dragon couch when he woke up disappeared like a mist blown away by the wind in the early morning, and he finally recovered his spirits. He seemed to have finally regained his senses, raised his eyes to look at Fu Changxi who was standing not far away, and said in a low voice, "Uncle Fu Changxi came forward upon hearing the sound.

The patriarchs who were still kneeling beside the dragon couch had no choice but to give up their seats to the regent while wiping away their tears.

Only then did Fu Changxi sit down on the edge of the couch, and said warmly, "What is your majesty's order?"

The emperor struggled to stretch out his hand from the quilt and whispered: "Did she say that the queen mother was halfway through, the emperor suddenly coughed, the voice was interrupted, and the bloodless cheeks were flushed from the violent cough, and the lips were flushed. It was even more red, as if dripping blood, and this kind of demeanor also showed that he was really just returning to the light at this time. In this case, the emperor still struggled to grasp the palm of the regent pressed by the quilt, and his dark eyes seemed to be There was a flash of water, as if he wanted to ask something.

The emperor's words were not finished, but Fu Changxi almost immediately understood what he wanted to ask.

At the beginning, when he drove Empress Dowager Zheng to Nangong, the little emperor was also ill and grabbed his hand, and whispered: "Okay, can the empress dowager stay in Nangong?"

At that time, Fu Changxi agreed.

Now, the news of Empress Dowager Zheng's death came out in Nangong, and the little emperor obviously suspected that it might be Fu Changxi's hand for his original plea.

In any case, he has been raised under the lap of Empress Zheng since he was a child. Although he is afraid of this mother, he still has some feelings for him. He can even remember that Empress Zheng held him in her arms when he was a child, and used her jade white fingers to take care of him. Shun had a messy hair while talking to the late emperor; remember that Empress Dowager Zheng occasionally cooked and made snacks, and fed him while feeding him; remember that Empress Dowager Zheng sat by his couch with a scroll and gave it to him in a soft voice. He read poems and stories, put him to sleep...

At that time, he really regarded Empress Dowager Zheng as his mother, and he also really wanted to be filial to his mother when he grew up.

However, as he grew older and became more sensible, looking at Empress Dowager Zheng's indifference on weekdays, he naturally understood: he was indeed not Empress Dowager Zheng's parent and child, and his biological mother had long since been given death because of his birth. Empress Dowager Zheng's occasional warmth was just made in front of the late emperor. When the late emperor was away, she didn't even bother to smile at him. Even so, the emperor still remembered those pasts, at least those were most of his memories of his family. Even if Empress Dowager Zheng did a lot of things he didn't like, he could never be cruel to Empress Dowager Zheng, and after all, there was still a little bit of mother-son love.

That's why, compared to the death of Empress Dowager Zheng, what the emperor could not accept was that Empress Dowager Zheng died because of her own pleas!

This was the biggest reason why the emperor was frightened and fainted and fell ill on the couch.

Fu Changxi knew what the emperor wanted to ask, so he paused, but held the emperor's cold and sweaty hand, and said in a low voice, "This matter has nothing to do with Your Majesty."

The emperor gradually stopped coughing, looked up at him, and hesitated: "Really?"

Fu Changxi: "This king has never lied to His Majesty."

The emperor's frowning brows finally loosened, he pursed his lips, and murmured: "That's good, then, I can also go to see the emperor with peace of mind. Fu Changxi patted the emperor's thin back as if to comfort him. Whispered: "Your Majesty, don't worry, there is no one loved by the late emperor more than Your Majesty. "

The emperor raised his eyelashes and looked up at Fu Changxi, his eyes seemed to be wet, but what he said was crisp and direct, and he even used the self-proclaimed "Zhen" very rarely - he ascended the throne when he was young At first, I was really not used to using this self-proclaimed name. Even if the Empress Dowager Zheng was picky a few times, she was still the "I" she couldn't change in private.

Now, he is looking at Fu Changxi, and said very seriously and solemnly: "I ascended the throne at a young age, with a short lifespan and no children, so I am afraid that there will be no successor. Since the uncle and all the adults are here today, we are just discussing. After I go, who can take the high position?"

The emperor's voice sounded childish and weak when he woke up from a serious illness, but it was also clear and clear, piercing everyone's ears like a sharp knife.

"Your Majesty!" The first assistant Sun Qichang couldn't help it, his heart felt like a knife, tears fell like rain, and he fell to the ground crying.

Sun Qichang was the late emperor's teacher, and the teacher and apprentice had a very deep relationship. When the late emperor left, he was also like that. He fell to the ground and wept bitterly. Who would have known that it was only a few years ago that he would have to go through this kind of torture again! Sun Qichang couldn't hold back for a while, came up crying, and choked: "The old minister was entrusted by the late emperor, but he did not take good care of His Majesty, the old minister neglected his duty, but the old emperor looked at Sun Qichang calmly, and said in a low voice: "You are serious, I Young and ignorant, thanks to the first assistant in the cabinet in recent years, I can have no worries. Today, the day does not leave the New Year, please give top priority to state affairs, and don't be sad. "

Sun Qichang wiped away his tears, and felt more and more uncomfortable: this is the only son of the late emperor. Although he is young, he is as wise and wise as the late emperor. If there are a few more years, he will be a wise prince when he is older. What, why don't you even have time for this?

There was a moment of grief between the ruler and the minister.

Fortunately, just as the emperor said, "State affairs are the most important", after wiping away his tears, Sun Qichang still had to ask, "I don't know who your Majesty wants?"

The emperor raised his eyes to look at Fu Changxi, and said seriously, "What does Uncle Huang think?"

In fact, at this time, on this matter, Fu Changxi's opinion was indeed overwhelmingly important - if he offered himself up, almost everyone present would have no reason to refute it.

In terms of relatives, Fu Changxi was the most beloved young son of Emperor Xiaozong, and he often intended to pass the throne.

In terms of merit, Fu Changxi has been in the northern Xinjiang for many years, and he has repeatedly achieved military exploits, which the world knows.

Even Sun Qichang couldn't find a reason to pick on it.

However, Fu Changxi's words were beyond the expectations of most people: "There are many children of the clan, and the king has seen most of them. Only the young and the dragon and the phoenix are talented and worthy of a great responsibility. From the perspective of generation, he is the eldest grandson of Emperor Xiaozong, He is also His Majesty's cousin, and it is only natural to inherit the throne."

Compared with the Prince Regent himself, the elders naturally prefer Fu Nianjia - at least, Fu Nianjia is far less powerful than the Prince Regent.

Therefore, as soon as Fu Changxi said these words, Sun Qichang was stunned as the first assistant, and immediately reacted: "The Prince of Yan is indeed suitable."

The emperor did not respond immediately, but turned to look at Fu Changxi and said earnestly, "I think Uncle Huang is more suitable?"

Fu Changxi held the emperor's little hand and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, I'm about to stand, I'm halfway through now, and now it's not good to change my way. I'm afraid to make Emperor Xiaozong and the previous emperor laugh at what Fu Changxi said. Implicit, but the meaning is very clear: I am almost thirty, and half my life is almost over. I have been fighting in the northern Xinjiang before, and now I am suddenly changed to be the emperor, I am afraid it is not very good. If you call the underground Xiaozong When the emperor and the late emperor knew, they would definitely laugh at me—they refused at the beginning, but they actually turned back when they came to the end.

Emperor Xian also understood what he meant, nodded, and did not persuade him, but said: "Uncle Huang's words also make sense."

So, before King Yan, who was sitting on the sidelines, had time to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, he heard a few people not far away discussing what kind of identity Fu Nianjia would take to succeed him - it was Emperor Xiaozong's Sun is still the son of the late emperor - should we adopt Fu Nianjia to the late emperor first?

King Yan looked bewildered. Although I really have no sense of existence and can't speak, but if you want to adopt my son, should you ask me?

The discussion in Qianyuan Palace almost went from dawn to dusk.

With great difficulty, it was settled for the most part. The emperor was already exhausted and fell asleep again.

Fu Changxi had asked Imperial Physician An and knew that the emperor would have no problems tonight. After thinking about it, he was still worried and decided to stay in the palace for one more day. According to Imperial Physician An, there would be only one or two days left. When planting, it will definitely remain in the palace.

Several patriarchs naturally refused to leave and wanted to stay, and they also pulled Fu Nianjia down along the way.

This made King Yan very embarrassed - he really wanted to go up the mountain to continue alchemy, but his son was left behind.

Fu Changxi didn't say much, but told people to clean up the side hall where people could rest, and dragged Zhen Tingyun there first.

It was probably facing Zhen Tingyun, but Fu Changxi didn't have a tense face, his brows were slightly loose, and his expression softened.

However, from Zhen Tingyun's point of view, his face was pale and tired, and he was very worried. However, Zhen Tingyun also knew the situation, so naturally he would not talk too much about those state affairs at this time. Instead, he took Fu Changxi's hand and sat down on the couch by the window, and asked softly with concern, "Dinner is served. No?"

In fact, this is nothing to say - although Zhen Tingyun was waiting in the side hall before, but she still knew whether the palace people brought food in. These people are obviously guarding the inside, discussing and arguing for a lot of time, how can they still care about eating?

Sure enough, after hearing her question, Fu Changxi shook his head slightly.

Zhen Tingyun hesitated for a moment, looked at his expression, and whispered, "Then, should I ask someone to bring something?"

Fu Changxi frowned slightly, just said, "No need, I don't have any appetite either."

Zhen Tingyun stretched out his hand to grab his sleeve, and hummed, "If you don't have an appetite...don't ask me if I ate it?"

Fu Changxi was thinking about something in his heart. He just reacted when he heard this. He subconsciously turned to look at Zhen Tingyun, and quickly said, "Have you eaten?"

Zhen Tingyun pouted and turned his head to ignore him.

Fu Changxi didn't care about the things in his heart, so he immediately called someone, ordered them to prepare dinner, and said: "Several patriarchs will also send some, they are all old, and now is this time, send some hot The porridge and rice are gone, don't get those greasy and difficult to digest." He didn't want to starve people or eat them at this time.

The palace servants responded carefully.

When the people had retreated, Fu Changxi pulled the person to sit in his arms just now, stretched out his hand to rub her temples, and couldn't help but muttered angrily, "I couldn't care for dinner when I was in the main hall, why didn't you pay attention to yourself? ——You are still growing at your age, so you stay up all night and go hungry again, what should you do if you don’t grow taller?”

Zhen Tingyun looked up at him and whispered: "You are worried about state affairs, I am worried about you, but is it because you have no appetite and can't eat?"

Fu Changxi was sweetened by her sweet words, so he couldn't help but put his head down again, kissed her on top of her hair, and said warmly, "Okay, I'll eat with you."

Zhen Tingyun rubbed into his arms, widened his apricot eyes, and raised his chin: "Then you feed me?"

Fu Changxi was a little itchy when she rubbed against her. She really wanted to treat her like the silver fox in the backyard of the Northern Xinjiang Palace, and licked her fur with all her might.

The two talked like this for a while. Although Fu Changxi was full of worries, he held Zhen Tingyun in his arms, and Zhen Tingyun was pulling him and chatting again, and he really couldn't worry.

Wait until the palace servants bring the porridge from the imperial kitchen to order.

Fu Changxi personally brought a bowl of fish fillet porridge, scooped a spoon with a spoon, and handed it to Zhen Tingyun's mouth.

Zhen Tingyun's eyelashes drooped slightly, his red lips opened, and he took a sip.

Then, she also picked up the porridge bowl, scooped a large and tender piece of snow-white fish fillet from the bowl, and fed Fu Changxi a mouthful with a spoon: "This fish fillet is quite fresh, can you also taste it?"

Fu Changxi glanced at her, raised his lips slightly, lowered his head, and ate the fish fillet that was brought to his mouth.

So, the two of them sat in the side hall of Qianyuan Palace, each holding a bowl of porridge, you took one bite of mine, and they really finished feeding the two bowls of hot porridge.

Fu Changxi looked at Zhen Tingyun's porridge water and red lips, when he put the porridge bowl down, he was still a little unfulfilled.

Zhen Tingyun rubbed his swollen belly with hindsight, feeling that he was probably fed up, and muttered, "I won't accompany you to drink porridge in the future, I'll be fed up! In this way, the waist will be thick."

Seeing that her arms around her stomach seemed very uncomfortable, Fu Changxi had to stretch out his hand and rub it.

Because of his gentle strength and rubbing like this, his stomach felt quite comfortable.

Zhen Tingyun simply didn't care, and rested his head lazily on Fu Changxi's shoulder. The tip of his nose could smell the aroma of ambergris dyed on Fu Changxi's clothes, lingering constantly, as if it was a small hook hooking his nose.

In this familiar fragrance, Zhen Tingyun closed his eyes unconsciously, yawned, and then asked the question that he had been curious about for a long time: "What did you and Fu Nianjia say in the side hall before?"