Huafa Luoyang

Except for the first day of the first day of the lunar new year, Zhuang Jiuyao finally returned to Shu Palace after sunset on the ninth day of March.

As soon as he entered the door, he didn't even leave his baggage behind, let alone take a rest. The steward of the palace hastily greeted him: "My lord, the holy decree ordered you to enter the palace as soon as you came back, and said..."

Zhuang Jiuyao's face was calm, before he could sit down, he asked, "What else?"

"I also said that if you still want this life, you should be more obedient." The butler knelt down with a plop, "The old slave is useless, the third son has already been consecrated..."

Zhuang Jiuyao was stunned for a while, and sighed very shortly: "I'm sorry San'er, I remember that he still has a younger sister, so please take care of her."

After the housekeeper responded, he waved to Zhuang Ning'er: "Let someone prepare the car."

As she spoke, she walked outside, Zhuang Ning'er nodded hastily, took out a brocade box from her bag, held it firmly, and handed the remaining things to the little girl beside her, and hurriedly followed.

The master and servant went back into the palace without drinking a sip of water.

Zhuang Ning'er was trembling with fear along the way, Na San'er could be considered to have grown up with Zhuang Jiuyao since they were young, and they were the ones who pretended to be Zhuang Jiuyao in the Shu Palace after they went south this time.

Although no one visits the Shu Palace all the year round, Xiao Yuan will never set foot there, but just in case and for the long-term, Zhuang Jiuyao still raises some people who can perfectly imitate his words and deeds.

And San'er is the one who pretends to be him the most handy.

Before she could make a judgment on the situation, she had already seen Wang Quan who was waiting at the gate of the palace.

The carriage stopped, and Zhuang Ning'er lifted the curtain. As soon as Zhuang Jiuyao showed up, Wang Quan was startled when he saw the man, and then remembered to salute.

Zhuang Jiuyao stepped down slowly, and gave him a little support: "Grandpa Wang, are you all right?"

"The old slave is fine." Wang Quan looked at him for a while, "My lord, this is..."

The person in front of him could be described as haggard, and his moon-white robe must have been worn for a long time, not torn but very old, and his hair was a bit messy.

Let alone the dusty man, but his face was too pale to look like a human being, the bruises in front of his eyes could be seen in the dim light of the lantern, and the line of his jaw was sharpened a lot, as if he was seriously ill again some.

He is tall and straight, his back is straight, he looks like a bamboo pole in addition to his frailty, showing a bit of hardness, the two auras blend together, it looks painful to the heart.

Zhuang Jiuyao coughed a few times, then smiled: "Grandpa Wang, please lead the way, father can't wait to scold me."

Wang Quan was speechless for a while, and the group walked a few steps before saying in a low voice: "My lord, you have to hold back your words. Your Majesty seems to be not very happy these days."

"Yes." Zhuang Jiuyao nodded, "Thank you, Grandpa Wang."

"Hey." Wang Quan dragged his voice and replied with a sigh, but he didn't know what he was feeling.

When he arrived at the gate of the Taiji Hall, Wang Quan went in to make an announcement, and when he came out, he called out "My Lord".Zhuang Ning'er handed over the box in her hand, and the two watched Zhuang Jiuyao enter the hall together.

When the footsteps disappeared, Zhuang Ning'er looked around and asked in a low voice: "My lord, why did your majesty suddenly think of going to Shu Palace? It has never happened in so many years."

Wang Quan closed his eyes, shook his head, and lowered his voice, pretending to be unintentional, and said: "The Holy Majesty's thoughts, I dare not guess. The left is just that His Royal Highness is concerned about his younger brother, so he just mentioned a few words. The prince is the Holy Majesty's." Dear son, how can you not miss it? It just happened to be free that day, so I went to take a look when I remembered it. The prince is also very courageous. He said that he should be restrained, how could he just leave? "

Zhuang Ning'er frowned and bit her lower lip tightly.

In the Taiji Hall, Xiao Yuan stood behind the long desk, with his back to the door.It was not yet dark, and the hall was already brightly lit, but Zhuang Jiuyao looked at the back, but still felt that he couldn't see clearly.

He lifted up his robe neatly and knelt down: "My son joins the father!"

The people ten steps away still stood still and didn't speak, so Zhuang Jiuyao couldn't raise his head and kept kneeling.

Just when he felt that his hands and feet were getting numb, Xiao Yuan's thick voice said, "See? You didn't come to plead guilty?"

Zhuang Jiuyao didn't speak, Xiao Yuan turned around all of a sudden, and glared: "Unworthy son! Do you know that this is a serious crime of deceiving the emperor? I've seen you live enough!"

Zhuang Jiuyao still kept his head down, so neither father nor son could see the expressions on each other's faces clearly.

After a stalemate for a while, Zhuang Jiuyao took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "May I give this son a chance? I want to explain."

Xiao Yuan sneered: "Is there anything to explain? I thought you could be hard-nosed until the end, and now you have come to give in?"

Zhuang Jiuyao just buried his head lower when he heard the words, Xiao Yuan didn't get any response to his words, and said gruffly: "Raise your head and speak."

Did not call him flat.Zhuang Jiuyao paused, then straightened up on his knees.

Before opening his mouth, Xiao Yuan frowned, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.

Zhuang Jiuyao's eyes were red, he looked straight at him, and smiled sadly: "Father has seen it, and there is no need for you to be tough if you are like this."

"Xiao Jin," Xiao Yuan gritted his teeth, "You deserve it!"

It is also sad that the majestic king of a country can't control his demeanor as a king and a father every time he faces his son.

Zhuang Jiuyao felt it was ridiculous, sighed secretly, and said obediently: "Yes, I deserve it."

Xiao Yuan was choked by these words, and it took a lot of effort to suppress his anger, but he couldn't bear to see his appearance, his face changed several times, and finally fell on an unspeakable solemnity.

What I want is this unbearable.

Zhuang Jiuyao took another deep breath, and kowtowed heavily: "I am not filial, and always make my father angry, but I do have a reason to leave Beijing this time, and I didn't tell my father in advance. It's my son's fault."

After he finished speaking, he kowtowed again, his voice was muffled, and his forehead was already flushed when he got up.

The expression on Xiao Yuan's face was a little surprised, but he hadn't given up his doubts and precautions yet.

"During the winter, I realized that my heartache was getting worse, and the medicine I took was gradually not working. I thought I would die, but... then I thought about an important day at the end of March, and I was afraid... ..." Zhuang Jiuyao said, his eyes turned red again, "I'm afraid that I won't be able to catch up with this year, and I won't be able to catch up with the next year."

The expression on Xiao Yuan's face finally turned into astonishment: "What did you say?"

Zhuang Jiuyao didn't care, kowtowed for the third time, coughed a few times when he lowered his head, got up and under the light of the candle, he could see that the skin on his forehead was torn and some blood oozes out.

He seemed to be concerned, but his tone was a bit erratic: "I miss my mother very much, so I went back to Sichuan, and I want to visit the place where my mother grew up, and also visit my master's grave. "

He never called his concubine mother for many years, only mother, even after concubine Xiang passed away.This is like a title that is still alive, it hits Xiao Yuan's heart, and it hurts a lot.

Zhuang Jiuyao never looked at Xiao Yuan's expression, but straightened his eyes and said: "It's only after this trip that I realized that my mother really has...deep affection for my father."

He coughed a few more times, he could almost hear the hollow sound in his chest, he covered his chest, picked up the brocade box from his feet, lowered his head and presented it with both hands, and said in a low voice: "When my mother was still alive, there was Tell me, when she and her father met in infancy, the father was not the king of a country at that time, the husband and wife protected and supported each other in troubled times, and the friendship was far from that of a husband and wife."

Xiao Yuan was a little dazed, and took a few steps towards him: "I have never heard these words..."

"At that time, my father was busy with government affairs, and my mother was still in the cold palace. Naturally, my father had never heard of it." Zhuang Jiuyao smiled.

Seeing his smile, Xiao Yuan suddenly felt a little angry again, but after all, he held back and only asked: "What else did she say?"

Zhuang Jiuyao bowed her head: "She also said that the first gift you gave her was a medicine bowl. When she was in chaos, she left in Sichuan in a hurry and was afraid of losing it. She said, she said that I was the only one." Son, don't entrust anyone else, just hope that one day I can find it for her."

"My son complained about you before, so I never said it out, and I never went to look for it." Zhuang Jiuyao shook his hands and raised the brocade box in his hand. birthday."

This once reckless couple, later the king of a country and the concubine of the harem, were born on the same day, but died decades apart.

This made Xiao Yuan not even want to celebrate his own birthday after the death of Concubine Xiang.Outsiders all know that he is deeply affectionate, but Zhuang Jiuyao just finds it ridiculous.

Xiao Yuan walked over slowly, took the brocade box in his hand, opened it and saw a pitch-black medicine bowl inside, almost with the bitter taste of herbs, his hands trembled slightly.

He raised his head, tried his best to suppress his emotions, looked down at Zhuang Jiuyao, and asked, "Then why don't you complain?"

"It's natural to complain." Zhuang Jiuyao smiled, but without the usual laziness and irony, "To tell the truth, my father, after last year's Mid-Autumn Festival when you smashed my son with an inkstone, I couldn't suppress my resentment. I also said bad things about you when I sacrificed my mother at night."

He paused for a moment, as if he thought he was funny, and then closed his eyebrows again: "But that night Erchen dreamed of his mother, and she held Erchen in her arms like before, saying you... I'm lonely, let my son be more considerate, don't blame you."

Xiao Yuan stared at him blankly, and after a long time, he reached out his hand, as if he wanted to touch the wound on his forehead, but Zhuang Jiuyao gave way slightly, and then said: "My son's illness is getting worse and worse. Heavy, this trip is just thinking about my mother's last wish. Also, my son is afraid that she will still be like this after seeing me and my father for many years, and I feel uneasy, and I will have a bad life in heaven... "

The last sentence choked with sobs, Xiao Yuan couldn't even care about being angry that he dodged his hand, and looked at him in disbelief.

In all these years, even when Concubine Xiang died, he never saw his son cry, and he even lost his temper because of this, punishing him to kneel on the broken tiles overnight.

So at this time, after all the feelings in my heart, there is only shock.

Zhuang Jiuyao stared straight ahead, as if seeing something through nothingness.

He raised the corners of his mouth and kowtowed again, but he didn't get up, he just fell on the ground and said in a low voice, "My son is not filial, but every time I see my father, I think of the emptiness around me when my mother passed away..."

One hit kill.

Xiao Yuan paused for a moment when he heard the words, then squatted down, holding the brocade box with one hand, and stretched out to pull him with the other.It's okay not to pull, but this pull only feels that his bones are very painful, and his heart tightens even more.

"Get up," he said with some sadness in his heavy voice, "let Emperor Father take a look."

Zhuang Jiuyao got up with difficulty, and looked at him for a while, his eyelids began to droop involuntarily, but he still wanted to say something, and finally only spit out the word "Father Emperor".

Then he fell headfirst and crashed into Xiao Yuan's arms.

Seeing this, Xiao Yuan's eyes widened, but he didn't dare to move for a while, his voice almost cracked: "Come here! Come here! Call the imperial doctor!"

In Zhuang Jiuyao's memory, this was the first time he had touched his father's arms since he was a child.

He was pretending to be dizzy, but now he fell over, but the pretending turned out to be true, and his consciousness became blurred.

There was a long creak from the palace door, mixed with Xiao Yuan's voice and Zhuang Ning'er's suppressed crying, it was very clear, but it fell on his ears as softly as a hallucination.

In fact, even without Mei Ji's threat, he had already expected this day.Doing all this is naturally not just for Xun Luo.

But the purpose, is it for the country?Or is it for hatred?

He himself does not know.

The only thing that is undeniable is that he will inevitably go back after all, no, it's not going back, it's going to the temple.

People who were born in the emperor's family, how can they talk about it.

The name my mother gave was really wrong.

This was Zhuang Jiuyao's last thought before he completely lost consciousness.