The return of the late emperor

The genius was bright, and the Zhongyonghou's mansion began to be busy.

The backyard of the main courtyard, the front hall and the back kitchen are brightly lit all the way, people come and go, the servants lower their heads and only focus on their own things, the cold morning wind under the eaves blows the lanterns rustling, but their small steps are close to each other. The land is running faster and faster.

As soon as the news came back from yesterday, the pressure in the mansion began to continue to be low. At this moment, no one wanted to touch the master's brow.

Mrs. Kang didn't close her eyes all night, she put on a long robe and leaned against the carved bedpost, the outside was silent, no matter how busy she was, as long as it was time to rest, no one in Dongyuan would dare to make the slightest noise.

This is the rule set by Mrs. Kang when he was alive, and no one dares to violate it until now.

When Mrs. Kang thought of this, her heart ached. He sent away her husband at the age of 30, her eldest son at the age of 46, and her youngest son at the age of 49. Now at the age of 70, only one of the nine grandchildren remains.

The battlefield and the harem are places where people cannibalize. He has always been prepared for the day when Xiao Jiu will be gone, but what is going on now? Diling, never come back?

Ridiculous, Xiaojiu has been raised behind him since he was a child, and he knows better than anyone else the twists and turns in his stomach, maybe he wants to follow the late emperor because of his temperament of guarding the emperor's mausoleum.

Mrs. Kang only felt that the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. Not only did his heart ache, but even his head felt like a needle prick. They all went away one by one. It seemed that he would not live long.

Old man, when I meet you next day, just wait for me, and I will definitely show you some color. If you let go of this big mess at a young age and leave it to me to clean it up, you will not suffer.

Mrs. Kang put down the bracelets she kept rubbing in her hands, put on her sleeve robe again and folded it up, leaned on the edge of the bed, propped herself up and sat upright, this tattered body will have to last for a few more years, until Until the descendants left by the grandchildren can succeed him to support this huge Kang Mansion.

Old man, you have been waiting for a few years, ah, not long, not long.

"Anxi, come in and clean up, I'm getting up." Mrs. Kang wiped away her tears with her sleeves, as if nothing had happened.

"Yes, this is coming in." A low and deep voice answered outside.

A middle-aged man with a friendly face and dressed in the costume of the manager came in after a while. His footsteps were light and silent, and he stood still about a foot away from the couch in the inner room.

The waiter outside the door handed in one by one the things that Mrs. Kang needed to get up and wash up like a revolving lantern, and quickly began to serve Mrs. Kang to wash and dress.

When it was almost finished, Anxi waved his hand, and the servants around him also went down.

He bowed and helped the old matriarch to sit in front of the dressing table. He didn't say much and just buried his head to straighten the old matriarch's gray hair.

"Anxi, how many years have you been with me?" Mrs. Kang looked sleepily.

Anxi's subordinates didn't stop for a moment, and returned in a low voice, "I followed you when I was 12 years old, and now I am 56, and it has been more than forty years in a flash."

"It's been so long. Thinking about it carefully, you are the person who has been with me the longest. They all left me alone." He couldn't help coughing twice as he spoke. A cold room in a long night.

An Xi hurriedly put the sandalwood comb on the dressing table, freeing up her hand to comfort the old lady's back that was trembling from coughing.

"Anxi will always be with you. Anxi will be your slave for the rest of your life, and you will be Anxi's master for the rest of your life. You should also be more reassuring. The juniors have their own opinions about things."

"You also have a stubborn temper. Even if it's repaying your kindness according to you, hasn't the many things you did for me decades earlier been offset?"

Old child, old child, the old matriarch was so old that he began to play childlike temper, and suddenly opened his eyes to criticize Anxi in the bronze mirror.

"No, you are the life-saving grace to Anxi. The grace of saving life is greater than heaven. Anxi will follow you not only in this life, but also in the next life." A faint smile appeared on Anxi's face, and he picked up the comb and carefully Combed the old lady's hair, and started to make it into a bun.

"You are forcing me to owe you. You said that it was not good for you to start a family and start a business well. You insisted on drinking the wedding soup that improved your body constitution to accompany me into the mansion, and you put your hair in a bun and refused to marry. How can you do that?" Such a stubborn person?" The old lady's eyes turned red, and she patted the hand on her head.

"It's all what Anxi wants. Being with you for the rest of my life is what Anxi wants to do most in this life. Anyone else Anxi doesn't want."

You are Anxi's dream that she never wants to wake up in her whole life. I just wrap your hair up for you every day and help you take care of all the big and small things. Until you are gone, until Anxi dies, no one can separate us.

The bun was done, and the old lady looked around in the mirror, as satisfied as ever.

"Anxi's skillful hands always make me feel five or six years younger." The old lady stood up and straightened her normal clothes.

"In my slave's heart, you will always be the son of Fu's family who is famous in the imperial capital." An Xi helped the old matriarch towards the outer room.

The old matriarch laughed and scolded, "Just your sweet talk, you were only so old at that time, I forgot about such a long time ago, do you still remember?"

Anxi didn't say a word, how could he forget some things about him?

To love someone is to be full of joy when he is by your side, even if you are low in the dust.

Walking out of the outer room, it was already daylight, Anxi asked Mrs. Kang if she was still going to the palace?

The old matriarch hesitated for a long time, "No, Xiaojiu can't stop what he has decided. I heard that he vomited blood in the palace yesterday. If you force him again, he will definitely die."

An Xi was silent.

The wind blows in through the open gate, and the white gauze that blows all over the palace is fluttering. The late emperor is newly mourned, and every palace is covered with a lot of white gauze, but this is especially the case.

This is the Hall of Peace.

Even if the cold air hits people, no servants inside and outside the room dare to go up and close the door of the palace, because the door of the palace was pushed open by Lord Ding'an himself, and since the master woke up that day, he has not ordered the people below to do anything He didn't eat, drink, or speak for several days, and occasionally did something inexplicable and laughed and cried.

The people below are discussing, has Mr. Ding'an gone crazy?

It wasn't until he went to the current emperor's regent yesterday to get a decree to grow up and guard the emperor's mausoleum that everyone said that this person is not crazy, but he is almost crazy, so he should do his own thing. He committed a crime during the national mourning. If something happened, not only would he lose his head, but the whole family would also suffer.

The hem of the white clothes fluttered with the wind, and the cold wind blew over the white jade-like face. Even if the sharp-edged face was a little sick at this time, it was hard to hide its beauty, but it was different from Jingdi's enchanting, charming and charming Ren Ming. The combination of elegance and grandson Qiyi's noble and dusty banished fairy has a different posture, full of masculinity, perhaps it has been battle-tested, and the aura emanating from unconsciousness is enough to make people chill.

At this time, pay attention to Kang Yongjia's eyes, and you will find that the pupils that used to be as dark as ink seem to be bottomless, but now they are like a pool of stagnant water, and there will be no ripples due to external influences.

There is nothing more sad than death, what the predecessors said is indeed reasonable.

Kang Yongjia stood like this, isolated from the world, feeling the white gauze flying all over the sky, as if that person was still by his side.

"Xiaojiu of the Kang family, you help me guard the border for a few years, I'm giving you my back, are you willing?"

"Xiaojiu from the Kang family, someone wants something, and I'm tired and want to give it to him. If I want your military power, would you be willing?"

"Xiaojiu of the Kang family, when that person gets what he wants, and when I arrange some things, I want you to accompany me to complete a thing that no one has promised me, are you willing?"

"Xiao Jiu from the Kang family, I'm tired, I'm tired."

Kang Yongjia blushed from crying, laughed and cried and said "I am willing", over and over again, with tears in his eyes, as if Jingdi was lazily leaning on the phoenix couch as usual, teasing him with some inconsequential things.

He is willing to do anything for him, and he is also willing to be that person's substitute when he is tired, and even wants to replace that person to swim this great mountain and river with him...

The illusion in front of him gradually disappeared, Kang Yongjia cried and knelt down on the ground, it seemed that as long as he stretched out his hand harder, he could catch the hem of Jingdi's left clothes in the illusion.

However, the illusion is just an illusion, which cannot be retained by manpower. Kang Yongjia vomited another mouthful of blood, fell backwards, and kept murmuring before fainting.

If someone leaned close to his ear at this time, he would hear this sentence:

"It's just going to heaven and earth, where can I find you?"

The author has something to say:

This article is set in a world where there are only men. The happy soup is the soup that the recipient drinks to change his physique in order to conceive. The attendants must drink this soup, and the rough servants do not require it. .