He was too scared and used all his strength - God, who could watch the two closest people so cold?

"The Queen Mother... Please, the Queen Mother... Honger is scared, afraid..."

He cried so hard that his voice was gone, his body softened, and he fell to the ground with a thump. His head was broken, and he didn't feel the pain. He jumped up again, grabbed the empress dowager's hand and pulled her desperately: "The empress dowager is the empress dowager"

…The Queen Mother…Honger is scared, Honger is scared…Please…Father…”

The hot tears and even the broken blood on his forehead were applied to Fangfei's face.

She was awakened in a daze, as if she had been alone, detained for a long time. Her soul was about to scatter, but she was forced to come back.

She jumped up and hugged her son.

The child was so scared that he could not talk to himself when he was hugged, but it soon turned into joy, and the sobs were muffled in his throat: "The Queen Mother... The Queen Mother... Honger is so scared... so scared..."

She hugged him tightly.

I realized that I had nothing in this world.

There was nothing but him.

Outside the door, the old eunuch rushed in.

Kneel down with a sharp throat.

In sequence, the ministers who were in charge also knelt down.

The light rain seemed to have stopped.

The wind blew from the open window, and he lay quietly on the bed, closing his eyes, feeling Fangfei's hand touching his face.

It was the little emperor who was tremblingly announcing: "Father...Father..."

He couldn't continue to say it, and tears flowed into his mouth.

The prince and tutor knelt on the ground reminded him that the bad news should be announced to his subjects.

The old eunuch Wei Qiyuan was also reminding him.

However, the smart and clever child in the past was shocked by his father's cold hands - he seemed to have forgotten everything. He couldn't say it. Even though Li Zhongshu had already taught him, he still couldn't say it.

After a while, he actually said: "Father...Father will not take me to hunt...Father will not let me ride a horse..."

The old eunuch also cried like rain.

Li Chong knelt on the ground, and such a rigid person could not continue to teach the little emperor to announce calmly.

Fangfei's dry eyes were filled with tears again.

My son couldn't say this - she didn't rely on her, so she could only announce it herself.

Even weakness and sorrow are not allowed.

"The Supreme Emperor has passed away!"

The Supreme Emperor has passed away!

The Supreme Emperor has passed away!!

The Supreme Emperor has passed away!!!

...

From her mouth, through the eunuch's mouth.

From Xuanwu Palace, it is passed out layer by layer.

It seemed like this sound was heard throughout Beiwudang.

The crying sounded loudly.

He is a civil and military minister outside.

They didn't know whether it was really crying or fake crying. Some people were crying when the king and father died. Some were crying, and some were howling...

There are also the crying of concubines, princes, and princesses...

Many of them couldn't even remember the appearance of their father, and they were all too young, two or three years old, four or five years old. In fact, they didn't know how to be sad... They just watched others cry, and they cried.

Some children who don’t know how to cry, although their mothers have already put in their efforts to teach them to be sad these days. However, they are young and can’t pretend and soon forget. Some of them are

The children, even looking at this atmosphere, almost laughed. When the mothers saw that it was not suitable, they pinched them quietly and fiercely, and they cried...

The concubines also cried bitterly, calling for the heavens and earth to mourn this Emperor, who had never loved them.

I don’t know how many people were sad for Emperor Hongwen’s death.

However, he couldn't hear it.

He doesn't care.

His face appeared in the bedroom where the door was open.

Around the candlelight, there is a faint candlelight.

It was his vain - and his son. It took him a long time to pull up the quilt and slowly cover his completely cold hands.

His expression was so peaceful.

It seems like this is the long-awaited ending.

Better than any of his ancestors.

At least, it was death from illness—

It is the soul quietly leaving everything that he loves the most.

No curse or evil retribution encountered.

When covering the last layer of quilt, Fangfei pulled her hands.

His hands are still very tight.

Until she covered her other hand.

He suddenly let go.

His hands were so peaceful, just like his face.

The child who was watching next to him forgot to cry, but just looked at the queen mother in surprise, then at the father and the emperor... In his eyes, he felt something...

Subconsciously, he went to support the empress dowager who was standing up.

"The Queen Mother...ah, poor Queen Mother..."

Fangfei looked at him in surprise, just as he looked at him in surprise.

Even his voice that suddenly became mature and old, was like the incarnation of Emperor Hongwen, and even his voice was exactly the same.

Her eyes turned dark and she leaned against her son, and she could no longer support her.

Just like her gray hair.

...

The bells rang out in waves.

The death knives of Xuanwu Palace were all shocked and fluttered.

In the rain, the wings were drawn with sharp and hazy wings.

The old eunuch's sharp voice and crying sound awakened the mountains and rivers of Beiwudang: "The Supreme Emperor has passed away..."

The Supreme Emperor has passed away...

On the mountain road in the distance, there were Taoist priests who rushed over quickly.

The psychic Taoist priest walked in front.

This time, he is no longer the protagonist.

He was really just ordered to do a grand ritual - to be a man in his prime, to be the honor after his death.

These Taoist priests in gray Taoist robes passed by one after another.

Ancient pines are like the witness of an era, watching people born and die.

The people under the ancient pineapple have even whiter hair.

My body seemed to have been taken away.

A more dismal mood than when I was "dead".

After all, I couldn't save my son - I couldn't even save him in the last moment.

If he had known this was the case - he would not have been so ruthless that day - at least, he wanted to look at him. For many years, he had never dared to look at his son well.

So much so that when the death knell rang, he even blurred his son's appearance.

No matter how you piece it together, you can't even put it together.

Is it the lively and smart boy at the time?

Is it the pale prince on the hospital bed?
To be continued...