Action to Save Little White Flower [Quick Transmigration GL]

How cruel.

The easiest thing in this world is to be alive, and the most difficult thing is to be alive.

How simple it is to live, three meals a day, eat and sleep.

How hard is it to live?

Even though his heart is decayed, he still insists on keeping his life alive in the world. Every breath is like a sharp knife being drawn into his nasal cavity, every meal tastes like chewing wax, and even his dreams every night are boundless darkness.

Zhao Xingchen sat on the dragon chair, looking at the officials standing below.

Elder Sister's coffin had already been sent to the imperial mausoleum. After the short mourning period, everything was back to normal.

Where Princess Zhen Guo stood in the past, there stood a thin official. She was wearing a purple official robe, holding a jade wat in her hand, her eyes were drooping, her cheeks were sunken, and she was lifeless. At first glance, she did not look like a He is a young man in his teens, but he looks like an old man.

This person is not Shen Qingwei, who else could it be.

After Zhao Xingyue passed away, she stayed in front of the coffin for seven days, and did not collapse until the first seven days had passed.

Her illness was so severe that the imperial physician was helpless and could only hang her life with ginseng. Just when Zhao Xingchen thought she couldn't make it through, she opened her eyes in a nightmare.

Then tell him: "I want to live, I will live."

If Zhao Xingyue wanted her to live, she would live.

No matter what the reason, no matter what the reason, as long as it is what she said, she is omnipotent.

But she became more and more silent, and her methods of doing things became more and more vigorous, becoming more and more like... Zhao Xingyue.

She was young and had never experienced a real war, so she felt more or less soft in her heart. Sending the entire Shen family to the execution ground was the cruelest thing she had done in the past ten years.

Many times, she couldn't do what Zhao Xingyue did, balancing interests and sacrificing a few people to fulfill greater interests.

But after Zhao Xingyue passed away, she quickly learned this skill without a teacher.

Sometimes, the brochures and suggestions she handed over made Zhao Xingchen feel terrified and couldn't help being afraid.

But Shen Qingwei didn't care about his fear at all, didn't care about his suppression, let alone the gossip in the capital.

She resembled Shen Yihuan very much, but she was completely different from Shen Yihuan.

Shen Yihuan is a blood-sucking worm attached to Daqing, greedily sucking every drop of Daqing's blood, and even colluding with outsiders for this.

She is Daqing's scavenger, and all factors that try to shake Daqing's rule will be ruthlessly eradicated by her.

She stayed in Daqing for one day, and she would never allow Daqing to decline in front of her eyes.

Because... this is the country that that person once spent his life protecting.

Hell.

The flowers on the other side swayed gently, the Wangchuan River gurgled, and at the end of the Naihe Bridge, a woman in a moon-white dress slowly stepped on the stone ladder.

The water of Wangchuan reflects a delicate face. Against the backdrop of long silver hair, curly patterns spread around the corners of the woman's eyes, like the moon and stars entangled together. The dark sky in the underworld can hardly hide the beauty in the woman's silver eyes. the chill.

The movements in Meng Po's hands paused, she raised her head, and looked at the person walking in front of her.

"You are willing."

"If you are willing to give up, you will gain if you give up." The silver-haired woman wrapped her fingertips around the end of her long hair, and the corners of her lips slightly raised, "Qingwei's fate cannot be broken because of me, otherwise the reincarnation will not stop. But for the suffering she has suffered today, one day, someone will pay for it.”

She took the soup bowl that Granny Meng handed over to her, raised her head and drank it all in one gulp.

Putting down the bowl, she smiled sincerely, and her silver eyes melted like a corner of a glacier, filled with a little warmth: "Thank you very much."

……

"I like Lord Xingyue, I don't know if it's her luck or misfortune." Beside Granny Meng, a tall and tall man suddenly appeared, who else could he be if not the Lord.

"Like a person drinking water, he knows whether he is warm or not." Granny Meng answered without raising her head.

The Fujun looked at the picture in Meng Po Tang——

Daqing Chen calendar 43 years.

The young emperor in the past is now an old man who is over fifty years old.

He practiced martial arts when he was young, was diligent in government affairs, and paid attention to his body, so although he was fifty-three, he was still young and handsome, with black hair. He looked less than 30 years old and was very dignified.

In front of him was a memorial, or rather, a confession.

Every year—almost every year, he can receive similar memorials. Every year, people grow old, every year people beg for bones, old people give up their positions, and new blood pours into the court. , in this cycle, growing day by day.

But today's resignation letter is somewhat different.

Because the person who handed it over was none other than Shen Qingwei, the woman who had worked hard for him for nearly 30 years.

That woman who was single all her life, had no husband and no children, had a great reputation, and was equally divided between praise and criticism.

"Sister said, you are not allowed to die."

For so many years, in order to avoid the phenomenon that Shen Yihuan's family dominated back then, he had tripped up his prime minister many times, but never once did he intend to take Shen Qingwei's life.

In fact, everyone in the world knew that although the emperor and Prime Minister Shen occasionally had disagreements, once Prime Minister Shen got injured or fell ill, he would be more anxious than anyone else, definitely the emperor.

It's not that no one has spread the scandal between the two, and even the current empress has criticized the relationship between the two.

But the relationship between the two couldn't be more innocent.

Only a few people know the truth buried in history.

"The Caomin promised His Highness that he would not die for love, and would live a good life." Shen Qingwei said: "But the Caomin is human, and people will always be born, old, sick, and die. The Caomin's time is running out, so the Caomin asked the emperor to let the Caomin go back to the mountains and forests, quietly. Waiting for death to come."

She didn't want to die in the capital.

She was afraid that her soul would be trapped in this cold place and she would never be able to see Zhao Xingyue again.

Sitting behind the desk, the emperor was silent for a long time before he said helplessly, "Sister's tomb is still open..."

The next moment, he saw the light that hadn't been lit for a long time in the eyes of his former prime minister.

Zhao Xingchen didn't know if his move was wrong, but he did it anyway.

He was having dinner with the queen when the news came that the dragon-breaking stone in the princess' tomb had been lowered.

There are not many women in his harem. The queen is a beautiful girl from a small family. She is gentle, beautiful, and understanding. Sometimes she is so gentle that she is almost cowardly, but it fits Zhao Xingchen's temperament very well.

He doesn't need another greedy Queen Mother Dong, as long as the queen is well-behaved and sensible, he will make her the queen forever, the most honorable woman in the world, and even give her the chance to be buried with him.

"Your Majesty, what's the hurry?" the queen asked with concern.

"The broken dragon stone in Sister's tomb has been put down."

The queen showed a puzzled expression.

After the royal people were buried in the tomb, if they were not waiting for their partners to be buried together, they would put down the dragon breaking stone immediately after the burial, and cut off the internal and external access from then on.

The emperor stood up and said, "Come with me and offer a stick of incense to Elder Sister."

Zhao Xingyue has a tablet in the palace, this is no secret to the queen.

Every year and festival, as well as Zhao Xingyue's birthday and death, Zhao Xingchen would bring his wife and all his children to pay homage to this Zhen Guo princess.

But today, she looked at the tablet on the altar and her eyes widened.

There is no other reason, there is an extra blank spiritual tablet next to the tablet of the eldest princess.

The emperor held up the incense stick in his hand, and said something that horrified the empress, "Mr. Chen, sister, I will leave it to you in the future."

……

She will not die for love.

She would never break her promise to Zhao Xingyue.

But she still put down the dragon stone.

The tomb passage was pitch black, and Zhao Xingyue's coffin was in the room at the end of the tomb passage.

In the tomb hidden deep in the ground, the solid ice never melts all year round. The woman lying in the transparent coffin, even after decades, still looks the same, except for the white hair on her head, glowing brightly under the candlelight. Brighten.

"Your Highness...Your Highness, I have listened to your words, I did not die for love, I am alive and well."

"But I'm old, I have a lot of wrinkles, I don't look as good as I used to, and I'm going to die."

"Will you dislike me? Your Highness..."

She wanted to touch the face of the woman in the coffin, but stopped when she saw her skinny hands.

She was so old and ugly, but Zhao Xingyue's appearance was always fixed at the time when she was at her peak.

She leaned against the coffin and pressed her face against the coffin in a humble posture.

The coffin made of thousand-year-old black ice, the chill penetrated into the bone marrow, and the corners of her eyes and brows were soon covered with a layer of white frost.

She didn't realize it at all.

"Your Highness," she said, "You can't despise me. I have listened to your words. After living for so long, you have to reward me. You said that good children are rewarded."

"Your Highness..."

The oxygen in the tomb was gradually exhausted, the oil lamps on the wall were gradually extinguished, and the people lying on the coffin gradually lost their breath.

She endured for more than thirty years, and finally came to an end.

After countless days and nights spent with eyes open, I finally hoped for a long sleep.

Shen Qingwei was extremely tired.

She had a dream. In the dream, she was sitting beside Her Highness the Eldest Princess, watching the Eldest Princess write with a pen. Suddenly, the Eldest Princess raised her head and smiled at her.

She heard her say, "You're here."

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

She walked over and looked into those gentle eyes, "I'm here."

……

This winter in Daqing, there was an unprecedented heavy snowfall.

The white snow all over the sky covered everything in the world, and all kinds of turbidity were submerged in the snow.

Zhao Xingchen stood in the snow.

Zhao Xingyue left, and so did Shen Qingwei.

Although he and Shen Qingwei hate each other, it has to be said that besides Zhao Xingyue, Shen Qingwei is the person who has been with him the longest and knows him best.

He trusted her, relied on her, feared her, and even more jealous of her.

He used to be very afraid of death, the death of his father, the death of his elder sister, and even the death of Shen Qingwei.

But when Shen Qingwei really died, he suddenly became envious.

"Father." An umbrella suddenly appeared on top of his head, blocking the wind and snow for him. Zhao Xingchen turned his head and saw the disapproving gaze of the handsome young man.

"You just fell ill some time ago, and now you should pay more attention to your body."

Not long after Shen Qingwei passed away, Zhao Xingchen fell seriously ill.

Some said he was mourning the loss of a good minister, but no one knew where his real pain came from.

What he lost was not only a prime minister, not only a good courtier, but also Shen Qingwei's past, which belonged to Zhao Xingyue.

This is his eldest son, the first child of him and the queen, and he has a lot of expectations for this child.

He taught him how to write and read, just like how my sister taught me back then.

The eldest prince grew bigger and better, and the voice of being crowned prince became louder and louder.

Zhao Xingchen felt a burst of unreasonable fear.

He thought that he might have felt the experience of his father back then. His son was getting stronger and stronger, but his father was getting old. Kicked off the chair.

He suppressed the eldest prince's party, deliberately ignored the child he once loved the most, and even warned him, feared him, and alienated him.

What is he doing?

It was like a big dream, standing in the rain, recalling what he had done, Zhao Xingchen found that before he knew it, he had become the late emperor he hated the most.

Seeing the worry in his son's eyes, he patted his shoulder.

"My son has a heart."

After being left out in the cold for a long time, the eyes of the eldest prince who finally received his father's appreciation once again brightened slightly.

"When the spring begins, you can go to the imperial study to review the memorials. The emperor is old, and it's time to hand over this world to you young people."

The eldest prince's eyes widened, he never expected to hear such words from his father.

He hastily expressed his loyalty: "Father, father, you must never say such insulting words again, you are the son of heaven, and your life is as long as the sky—"

"Shou and Tian Qi," Zhao Xingchen waved his hand, interrupting him, "That's all lies, don't believe it."

The First Prince murmured, unable to speak.

He really wanted to be a prince and an emperor, but he had already made it, and he had to wait decades to prepare.

Although his father is over fifty, he is still very young, and maybe he will have to wait another 30 years - but it doesn't matter, he is not in a hurry.

He is a true filial son, and he knows exactly what he wants.

Zhao Xingchen laughed out loud.

"My prince, you don't have to worry, I will assist you and teach you, just like what your aunt Huang did to me—"

"One day, you will become a real emperor."