When Yongzheng dressed as Ximen Chuuxue

The October wind was extremely cold at night, and a few wisps of wind squeezed into the windows of the Qianqing Palace, wanting to catch a glimpse of Longyan.The candle flame was shaken by the gusts of wind, and it seemed that the last wick was almost burned out.

"Ahem..." Before the trial, Emperor Yongzheng put down his vermilion pen, covered his mouth, and coughed hard. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty...you..." Su Peisheng rushed in upon hearing the voice, "Your Majesty, it's time to rest, you have to take care of your dragon body!"

"It's okay, I'll read the excerpt later." After drinking several sips of tea, Yongzheng suppressed his cough, waved to Su Peisheng, and picked up the vermilion pen again. "Your Majesty..." "If I say it's okay, I'll be fine!" Yongzheng interrupted Su Peisheng impatiently, feeling even more tired. "Go and wait outside." "Hey." Su Peisheng blessed his body, bowed his head and retreated.

Not long after Su Peisheng went out, Yongzheng felt that his eyes began to blur, and he couldn't read the words on the memorial clearly.When Yongzheng bent down to take a closer look, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he couldn't see anything completely.

The candle flame squeaked and burned out at the moment Yongzheng fell down, just like that bright yellow life, it all came to an end.

"Your Majesty, the slaves are here to change the wicks for you." Su Peisheng noticed that the lights in the Qianqing Palace were a little dim, so he ordered the little eunuch to bring the prepared wicks, and went in to change the wicks for Yongzheng. "Your Majesty? Your Majesty!" Su Peisheng called several times, but no one answered, so he rushed in frightened.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Hurry up! Call the imperial physician!!" It's a pity that the emperor who has worked hard for the country all his life has already controlled the sky.No matter how superb the imperial physician's medical skills are, there is no way to save him.After all, the rejuvenation of the hand is not the rejuvenation of the soul, not to mention that the soul has gone to another world, and this person has become another person.

"The emperor is dead—"

In October 1735, Emperor Yongzheng of the Qing Dynasty died at the age of 10.

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