Deja Vu Yan Returns

Xia Yanzhi held Su Yin's body and sat in the shabby house for a whole night.No one in the entire palace dared to go forward to persuade him, and finally, at dawn, the owner of the Yaozhuang came into the house to persuade him.

"Your Highness, the deceased is gone, you still have to take care of your health." The owner of the Yaozhuang persuaded, "Since Mr. Su has gone, people will eventually return to their roots. Your Highness, why don't you return him to the Su family for burial? The final explanation to Prime Minister Su."

"I killed him." Xia Yanzhi stared at the owner of Yaozhuang with red eyes, "I said I would trust him and protect him."

"Your Highness..."

"Damn me..."

Su Yin's body was finally sent back to the Su Mansion.

Prime Minister Su was in tears, and lay on the coffin for a long time unable to get up, while Mrs. Yin fainted on the spot from crying, and was helped back to the house by the servants.In the entire Su manor, only Su Gui could still speak normally. He helped the owner of the medicine farm into the house, and thanked him for sending back his younger brother's body.Su Yin's coffin had already been carried into the mourning hall, and the owner of the Yaozhuang asked Su Gui to go with him, and the two stayed in the mourning hall for a long time before coming out.

Su Yin went to the funeral seven days later.

Xia Yanzhi was drunk for two days in the mansion.Now he can only temporarily forget the pain of losing Su Yin when he is drunk and unconscious, otherwise he will not be able to stop hating himself, Liu Qing followed him every step of the way, fearing that he would be short-sighted if he couldn't think about it.Xia Yanzhi's drunken words were also unfavorable: "You don't have to follow me...I...I dare not die...I dare not go underground to meet him...I have no face to see him"

Miaozhen moved out of the palace on the second day after Su Yin's death. He finally understood that when Su Yin was alive, he couldn't compete with him. How can it be replaced.

Two days later, Qing Yunshan's letter was delivered to the palace.Seeing that Xia Yanzhi finally woke up, Liu Qing hurriedly handed him the thick stack of letters, all of which were written by Su Pingting to Su Yin.Xia Yanzhi took a letter and compared it, especially the words "Su Yin's personal letter".It was finally confirmed that the letter was definitely not written by Su Pingting.Su Pingting is a martial arts practitioner, and her handwriting is full of wrist strength. Although the letter written in that letter, although the shape of the characters has been imitated to a certain extent, it can't imitate the hidden brushwork.

The person in the palace who can get Su Pingting's handwriting and deliver the letter to Yan Guiting.Xia Yanzhi knew it in his heart.

Miaozhen did not expect that Xia Yanzhi would find him so soon, even though he knew there would be such a day sooner or later.But he was still happy because the truth came too late.

"This king treats you well. Why did you do such a vicious thing." Xia Yanzhi stretched out his hand to pinch his neck, uttering these words word by word through his teeth.

"Oh, it's not thin." Miao Zhen showed an ugly smirk, "How could Your Highness not know what I want? Even if you can't get the love in your heart, what's the use of it?!"

"So... you have to let this king also experience the pain of losing a loved one!" Xia Yanzhi increased his strength in his hands.

Miaozhen's face was flushed from being strangled, almost suffocating, but he still refused to beg for mercy, staring at Xia Yanzhi, as if to provoke him to strangle himself to death.

Xia Yanzhi suddenly sneered, he let go of his hand, and Miaozhen was still slumped on the ground.

"Liu Qing, send Mr. Lu to the Ministry of Punishment." Then he turned to look at Miaozhen and said, "I wanted to thoroughly investigate the wrong case for your Lu family and clear up the grievances, but now I have changed my mind."

Miaozhen stared at Xia Yanzhi with wide eyes. He never thought that Xia Yanzhi would really take his father's unjust death to heart: "His... Your Highness... What did you say..."

"You personally wiped out the last hope of the Lu family. Don't worry, I will let you live and let you live in regret forever." Xia Yanzhi coldly dropped these words and walked away.

Miaozhen was still sprawled on the ground, she was on the verge of crying at this moment.

"Master Lu, please." Liu Qing said coldly.

Since King Duan's rebellion, Emperor Jing's health has not been as good as before, and he has never been sick again, and within half a year, he has been unable to stay.Knowing that time was running out, he called the three ministers to come to see him.

The former Taiwei Wei Ruzhen has been insane since Concubine Yi left, and no one knows anyone.Emperor Jing asked him to be imprisoned in the sky prison, and he would not be pardoned for life, even if he was amnesty to the world, he would not be considered.Prime Minister Su also recommended many talented people to fill the vacancies in the Duanwang lineage. At that time, there were many newcomers in the court, and the politics was clear.

Before Emperor Jing's dragon collapsed, all the ministers had already made up their minds about the establishment of the crown prince. Among the sons of Emperor Jing, only the virtuous king can inherit the great rule.Emperor Jing summoned the eunuch in charge to study ink, and asked Prime Minister Su to write in person to draft an imperial edict.

In the 29th year of Emperor Jing, the book of the virtuous king Xia Yan was established as the heir, and the battle for the heir apparent that lasted for several years before and after the Great Yan Dynasty was finally brought to an end.

Xia Yanzhi finally ascended to the position he had dreamed of in the East Palace. On the day of its inauguration, Concubine Yan wept with joy, thinking of her mother and son who had gone through hardships and finally came to the end.But Xia Yanzhi was full of thoughts, if Su Yin could also witness this scene together, what a blessing it would be.He later heard from Su Gui that Su Yin was buried in the Su family's ancestral grave, and Su Gui also tentatively asked him if he wanted to go and see, but Xia Yanzhi just shook his head lightly, but didn't answer, fearing that he would choke out when he opened his mouth. Voice.

It was another cold winter, and Emperor Jing finally couldn't make it to the next year.

In the winter of Emperor Jing's 29th year, Emperor Yanjing died, and the whole country mourned.Xia Yanzhi watched Emperor Jing's coffin being brought into the imperial mausoleum, recalling what the old emperor said before he died.

"To be a father in this life, to be a prince, to be invincible, to make great contributions to Dayan, to be an emperor, to be diligent in governing and loving the people, to enter the underworld and still have a face to face Dayan's ancestors. Looking back at the end of life, this life is complete, and there should be nothing more. Only Hate... only hate that after death, I can't be buried in the same tomb with the one I love...Yan Zhi...Yan Zhi..."

Xia Yanzhi looked at the old Emperor Jing who was chanting the name of his beloved, his cloudy eyes were no longer full of energy, and tears fell from the corners of the wrinkled eyes.

In the spring of the following year, Xia Yanzhi officially ascended the throne and became the eighth king of the Yan Dynasty, known as Emperor Yanzheng in history.

The political emperor is really similar to the former emperor. He is equally diligent in governing and loving the people, and has the same long-term lack of intention to establish a successor. What is even worse than the former emperor is that this young emperor does not even have a concubine. accept.This made the Empress Dowager Yan very anxious. Every time she went to the Hall of Eternal Life to talk back and forth, Xia Yanzhi only used the busy state affairs or her young age to prevaricate her.

One year after Emperor Yanzheng ascended the throne, he finally wiped out the remnants of King Duan who was in opposition, carried out land reforms to stabilize the foundation, built extensive river transport to develop the economy, and immediately allocated funds to rebuild the Great Wall in the south to defend against foreign enemies.As for the northern tribes, they have been paying tribute every year since the marriage, but they have lived in peace.When everything has stabilized, Xia Yanzhi finally wants to complete a thing that he has been procrastinating for too long—to bury Su Pingting and Princess Yihe in the same tomb.Xia Yanzhi has always been ashamed of not being able to fulfill his promise to Su Pingting, and he often thinks of Emperor Jing's grievances before his death, so he came up with this plan, and it can be considered as a way to comfort his restless conscience.For this reason, he deliberately ordered someone to spend a year building a double grave in the ancestral grave of the Su family. On the day of the joint burial ceremony, he finally mustered up the courage to step into the grave where the bones of his loved one were also buried. cemetery.

I thought time would dilute everything.However, during the more than a year since Su Yin's death, Xia Yanzhi never stopped thinking about him.Today, when he stands in front of this tomb, he still feels uncontrollably sad from it.

Liu Qing has been promoted to be a bodyguard with a sword in front of the imperial court.Standing beside Emperor Yanzheng, he raised his hand to support the trembling emperor.Xia Yanzhi raised his hand and said: "You all step back first, I want to stay with him alone for a while."

"As ordered."

"Su Yin." Xia Yanzhi raised his hand to caress the name engraved on the tombstone, following the strokes carved by the knife, he wrote the two characters stroke by stroke.

"I miss you so much."

"All the time."

The barely audible sound of "pa" is the sound of tears falling on the surface of the stele.

Xia Yanzhi lowered his head and looked at the place where the tears fell, for a long time.Suddenly, I felt that the front of the tomb was a little tidy. . .weird.It was just after the Qingming Festival, but there was hardly any trace of grave sweeping left, as if. . .

"No one is buried in this tomb."