The beauty is delicate and soft, and he madly criticizes the powerful officials for taking her as th

Pei Xu's heart was beating fast, and a fishy sweetness welled up in his throat. He bent down and held the table and vomited a pool of blood. He couldn't stop coughing, as if he wanted to cough up his whole heart.

He waved his hand to indicate that the servant did not need to support him, and he collected the things and took them back to his courtyard.

There was a lingering smell of soup in the inner room, like vines with hooks wrapped around the man's robe.

When Pei Xu was going to bed, he suddenly saw a white hair falling on his lap under the candlelight. He was getting older, but Zhao Zhen remained young.

She didn't know if she would recognize him if they met again.

On a winter night, it was snowing heavily in Chang'an, but there was a man riding a horse with his entourage and galloping out of the city.

No one knew why the sick King Wei suddenly woke up and insisted on going out, without even having time to put on his cloak.

The maidservants in the backyard of the palace began to move around, busy asking the prince for instructions on what to do.

Pei Zhi was discussing the formation of troops at Mr. Baopu's house. Hearing this, after asking for the direction, he said calmly that he understood.

It's not unusual for him to only regard him as his father and go to worship his mother late at night.

The young man got on his horse, and when he reached his mother's grave, he heard loud noises in his ears, and realized something was wrong.

The man guarding the tomb was about to cry. When he saw Pei Zhi looking at Daluo Jinxian who was saving his life, he trembled and said: "Your Majesty, King Wei wants to dig the grave and open the coffin."

Pei Xu's lips were pale, but his cheeks were abnormally red. He never dreamed much, but tonight he dreamed of Zhao Zhen particularly clearly.

She leaned in his arms, just like that night in Xiangyang, murmuring over and over again: "Cold."

This poor place is not good. It is in the wilderness and is not as good as the Palace of Wei.

Pei Zhi stepped forward, looked at the craftsmen digging the grave, and asked, "Where will my father move my mother's coffin?"

"No need." Pei Xu's voice was dry and hoarse, "I'll take her back to Wangchuntai to live."

Mr. Baopu, who came with the prince, his eyes darkened when he heard this. He never thought that such a thing could happen in the world.

Pei Zhi was speechless, his usual indifferent expression cracked.

It is difficult to dig out the soil in winter. As daybreak approaches, we can finally see the tomb passage exposed in the deep pit.

The tomb passage was sealed with bricks and stones, making it difficult to open. Just as Pei Zhi was about to give some more advice, he saw his father beside him staggering as he took a step and falling down.

He looked at the man half-kneeling and groping in front of the brick wall, his clothes soaked in muddy water turned from snow.

In order to be buried together with Zhao Zhen and make it easier to carry the coffin in, Pei Xu ordered people to leave a mechanism on the brick wall for easy opening.

But after all these years, who still remembers which brick it was.

King Wei left the capital late at night. Several confidants who had received the news rushed over. They were shocked and speechless. They said to the young man wearing a fox fur cloak: "Your Majesty, can you give me some advice?"

Pei Zhi turned around, his expression colder than the snow on his head, and his lips moved: "No."

His father was almost hysterical, and his persuasion at this time had no effect.

When he heard his father ordered people to break open the brick wall, Pei Zhi finally couldn't help it. He thought for a moment and said to the Dragon-Zhanwei on the side: "Where are the military reports from Youzhou and Yongzhou today?"

The brick wall was broken bit by bit. Pei Xu stared at the dark tomb passage and could vaguely see his young wife standing not far away.

Almond eyes smiled and waved to him.

"Why don't you speak?" She kept backing up, her voice suddenly getting closer and closer, "Pei Lang, come here and stay with me."

The smell in the dark tomb passage was turbid and breathless. The man walked inside step by step when he was suddenly grabbed by someone.

Pei Zhi threw the Yongzhou military newspaper in his hand into his father's arms, "Father, Qu Rong of Yongzhou sent troops eastward yesterday."

"There are still two counties in Yongzhou, and the people in Youzhou are restless. Fu Xing is even more stubborn. My father has not fulfilled his promise to my mother, and she will not come to see you."

After the words fell, the surroundings were so silent that only the sound of breathing was left. Pei Zhi frowned slightly, and suddenly heard a "bang" and the man in front of him fainted.

The medical officer checked his pulse on the way and was surprised by King Wei's hot skin.

When the servants carried Pei Xu to the couch, Xi Mian looked solemn when he came. He didn't curse for the first time. When he came out, he frowned and said, "What's going on?"

"It's nothing, I just suffered from a bit of cold." Pei Zhi didn't want to mention it anymore and lowered his eyes and said, "How long will I need to recuperate this time?"

"If it weren't for me, my lord wouldn't have survived today." Xi Mian choked for a while, "Three to five years."

"Recuperate for three to five years?" Pei Zhi can accept it, and it's not too long.

"It will take another three to five years at most." Xi Mian looked at the prince with the eyes of a fool, "In the past, no matter how serious my master's illness was, I would wake up even after taking three injections. Today, he is still in a coma."

"Your Majesty said it was just the cold, but I don't believe it. No one would break two bones due to the cold."

Pei Zhi was silent. Three years was too short a time.

When Pei Xu woke up, he recounted Xi Mian's words truthfully and said calmly: "In the future, whenever there is a war, I will personally lead the expedition. My father can rest in the military tent."

Xi Mian was going crazy. He didn't know how many times he had to cover Pei Zhi's wounds and cursed: "Didn't I agree to the previous request for the prince to rush into the battle less often? Why did he start it again now?"

Pei Zhi glanced at him, and the chattering doctor shut up.

In the year when the crown prince of Wei was crowned, the girl from the Cui family who had been chosen earlier died of illness long ago. Pei Xu called his eldest son and asked, "Is there any girl you like?"

"No."

Pei Xu choked and was a little worried. He knew that time was running out. If the eldest son did not get married now, he would have to observe filial piety for three years. How long would it take?

"Then what kind of woman do you like?" Pei Xu no longer cares about anything else, as long as he can make the eldest son Tieshu bloom. "Family background is not important. There are thousands of women in the world, and there will always be someone you like."

"No one likes it." Pei Zhi looked indifferent, "The teacher has taught his son since he was young that Wenwen Township is the Tomb of Heroes."

Pei Xu was speechless. Those ministers said this because they were afraid that their eldest son would make the same mistakes as him, and he actually developed this temperament over time.

For the first time, he realized that he had failed slightly in educating his children over the years.

The following year, after Pei Zhi led his army and fought against Fu Xing twice, the world was divided into two by the forces of King Wei and King Liang with the Huai River as the boundary.

When the army returned to the court, Pei Xu lay on the couch and coughed. After retreating from the others, only the eldest son, who had not yet taken off his armor, was left.

"I've been dreaming about your mother lately, and she still recognizes me."

Pei Zhi lowered his eyelashes and said, "How could mother not recognize her?"

The thin man on the couch twitched his throat slightly, and he looked obviously satisfied with what he said. After a while, he said slowly: "The only person I am worried about now is Xiao Shu. She has been spoiled by me. Please be more tolerant of her."

"You are the eldest son of me and Zhen'er. You have been outstanding since childhood. I don't need to say more about how you will go in the future. As for your two younger brothers..." Pei Xu sighed, "You can make the decision yourself."

"I can finally see your mother. Remember to bury me with her."

It is said that people can see revolving lanterns before they die. When Pei Xu closed his eyes, many past events flashed in front of him.

There is the lonely smoke in the desert in Liangzhou, there are thousands of troops ready to go, there is the fearful look of everyone in the court, and there are countless wars raging, the imperial hegemony is like a passing smoke at this moment.

In the end, everything stopped at the East Palace Plum Grove. In order to win the favor of Prince Zhaoming, he pretended to fold a plum blossom for his mother.

Then, someone came through the snow, and the clear sound pierced through the long years.

"who are you?"

He couldn't make a sound, but fortunately he had already answered this question.

"I'm in Yanzhou Pei Xu."

A tear oozed from the corner of his eye. He thought that he should not have followed his brother into the East Palace.

Once you walk into that plum forest, you will never come out again.

Pei Zhi waited silently by the couch. After his father died, he stood up and ordered the dragon-killing guards to stabilize Chang'an. He sent troops to report to Fu Xun on the front line to watch out for any spies who took the opportunity to sway the morale of the army.

As the crown prince, he had many things to deal with after the death of King Wei.

He walked from the backyard to the study, passed by the plum grove in the mansion, and suddenly fell into a trance while looking at the branches.

The season is getting warmer, the spring grass is growing, and the plum blossoms have already fallen.