Acacia long in life

That day when he boarded the Mingyue Tower, he was dressed in white, and his sick face was full of indescribable bitterness.

"Ahem, uncle thinks that Gu She is dead" the little emperor coughed badly, Lin quickly fetched a cloak to put on him, Zhu Li didn't know what the little emperor meant by asking.

"The emperor thinks Mr. Gu..."

Rong Yuan turned the jade finger in his hand, his deep black eyes became complicated.

Everyone has seen his changes. When he first boarded the plane, the 17-year-old was still like a child. Although he tried his best to pretend to be old, he was like a clown in the eyes of old foxes like Zhu Li, but now he has become really unpredictable. Thoroughly.

He was standing on this tall building, and below was Gu She's funeral procession, a hall of red colored music, a head of soul-revealing, white paper flying all over the city, hearing Gu Ziyi crying like he was dying again.

Gu She... the little emperor coughed violently and coughed up blood.

Last time because of his big marriage, now because of his big funeral

How long has it been since they were separated, and the last time I saw him was still leaning sickly in his arms.

They entered the academy together and went to light the lamps. It was only yesterday when he thought about it, but he could remember nothing more clearly than these. After all, he and Gu She first met when they were three years old, and the chubby little doll on his father’s birthday snatched him away. The sugar milk in the house said to him in a childish voice, "Eat you a candy, you...why are you crying?" This was the first sentence they said. In fact, after careful calculation, it was the first time they met Gu She. When he was one year old and caught his first week, he grabbed him and cried loudly.

Gu She was able to eat when he was young, and after eating his own, he came to get his food again. When he was young, he liked to twist his face. He smiled at Gu She, who was chubby. Gu She twisted him for the first time and said, "I'm fat to provoke you. See if you're skinny. Twisting your face like a girl doll has no meat"

"Then you still twist"

"I twisted you to lose a piece of your meat, are you stingy?"

Fast forward 14 years but he...

No matter what happens to him in the future, it doesn't matter if he falls in love with that woman or chooses who will be his queen.

"It's windy today, your majesty, let's go back to the palace."

The little emperor waved his hand, "Let me read it." On the inscription, Gu She's official title, Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishment, was nailed to it with red silk.Very conspicuous four words.

Eight large embroidered umbrellas, behind which are chanting monks from Jinghua Mountain.

The little emperor's hands are getting colder and colder, and Gu Ziyi can still cry in the team. Yesterday he also cried and smashed a whole room, crying hoarsely. After getting up today, he has to pretend that nothing happened. tired.

The team gradually disappeared, leaving only a blank sheet of paper.

"Emperor... Your Majesty" Lin Shuang looked at the little emperor who suddenly passed out and hurriedly passed the imperial doctor.

Throughout the sleeping hall, the little emperor was lying on the bed with a pale face, and the queen mother was sitting on a rosewood carved chair. She came for two purposes, one was to see the little emperor, and the other was to hope that the little emperor would spare Zhu Ji. In the hidden bath palace, but the little emperor ordered him not to go out, which is basically the same as in the cold palace.

She still didn't know what crime Zhu Ji had committed. The Empress Dowager tried to persuade the little emperor a few times, so he couldn't say anything more if he didn't agree.

So far, the little emperor's health is getting worse and worse, and the decoction has never stopped him. If there is such a day...the only thing that can be counted on is the child in Zhu Ji's belly.

The queen mother thought that it would be a matter of time before Zhu Ji came out, and it would be better if Jiang Shan, who was half as big as Yu, was pregnant with a boy in his stomach, and the surname should be Zhu.

In the golden autumn of October, the crops are plentiful. This year’s harvest is two or three times higher than in previous years. The little emperor has also extorted taxes from all over the country. All the folks say are good things about today’s son who loves the people like a son. The memorial was approved in the middle of the night, and several small neighboring countries surrendered to Dayu. The little emperor's health was getting worse day by day.

winter in december

On the streets and alleys, it is said that whose noble son took the girl from the poor family, said that the girl had good luck, and said that it has been almost two months since Mr. Gu passed away. Talking and reading.

In the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, the house is covered with a thin layer of snow. Looking at Chang'an, there is a piece of silver, like catkins falling down one after another, and turning into a puddle of water on the ground.

Chang'an is bustling even in winter, and you can continue to sell things under a big umbrella. In front of Cuihua's dumpling stall, a young man in a white cloak is sitting.

There were steaming dumplings in a white porcelain bowl. He ordered two bowls and placed the other bowl on the opposite side as if someone was eating there. After Cuihua greeted the guests, she looked at the vacant seat on the right of the little emperor and sat there, rubbing her hands and exhaling, " It's cold today." The little emperor responded lightly, "What's his favorite flavor?"

The little emperor came to illuminate his shop when he was free, Cuihua knew who he was referring to, looked at the dumplings on the other side and sighed, "Why do you ask this, he likes to eat celery and Meat stuffed but stupidly don’t know what celery looks like”

"I think he likes eating dumplings so much, and I want to make them for him myself"

Cuihua naturally doesn't know that the person in front of her is the current sage, but just looking at this noble young master, he must be the one who never touches the spring water.

How could I know what kind of wrapping method the dumplings were in? Normally, I would have smiled, but I felt a little sad when I heard that tone, as if something extremely precious was gone.

Cuihua thought for a while, wanted to find a topic to lead her to, and then said, "The girl from the Song family is so lucky to marry a rich man, and her husband loves him in every possible way. The two of them are so sweet."

The little emperor clasped the rim of the bowl tightly between his pale fingers and said in a low voice, "Well, that's great."

Cuihua laughed again and said, "The name of this place is really good, Chang'an Chang'an, Chang'an in the first generation." She has never read the book, but she can say Chang'an in the first life,

But not everyone can live forever

The little emperor put the silver on the table, got up and picked up the 64 ancient bamboo umbrella.Cuihua took a few breaths of steam between her hands, "Master, walk slowly"

There was endless hawking, and mothers and girls in coats were carrying baskets, choosing vegetables and bargaining for prices.

The young man in white was holding an oil-paper umbrella, and his face was jade-like, attracting passers-by to look sideways.

The little emperor didn't know where he should go next, and he walked aimlessly thinking only of that person, and that person liked to twist his face.Actually, the more I thought about it, the more my heart ached, my chest felt oppressed, and it became difficult to breathe.

In the past, she was afraid that he would get married, then she was afraid that he would leave, and now she was afraid that people would mention his name.

Unknowingly, he had gone a long way, and when he came back to his senses, it was a place he was familiar with. On the front gate of the mansion was the Gu Mansion.

The little emperor tightened his cloak and looked at Gu's house, which was still lifeless. It was almost the end of the year, and there was no excitement at all.

He wanted to turn around and leave the door, but when he came out, someone called him, "Which son is this, are you looking for someone?"

Hearing it was Mrs. Gu's voice, the little emperor turned around again. It was true that she was old and had many white hairs on her head.Mrs. Gu waved back the servant and walked forward with a faint smile

"It turned out to be the emperor"

She made a gesture to salute, but the little emperor quickly supported her.

"I don't know, does the emperor have time to accompany my old lady for a walk to relax?"

"kindness"

Mrs. Gu smiled kindly and pulled the cloak for him again. She smiled and smiled, but she cried and reached out to wipe away her tears. "Xuan'er, call me cousin again like before."

The little emperor supported Mrs. Gu and said "Auntie"

Mrs. Gu smiled again and shook his hand, "When you were young, you played with She'er and he robbed you of food, so you ran to complain to me, and gave me a good beating when you got back."

The little emperor also smiled, "He also knows how to eat."

Mrs. Gu smiled and said, "If I ask you now, if he robs you, will you still complain?"

"Don't sue, you will be reluctant to beat him again later"

Mrs. Gu stopped and looked up at the little emperor who was a head taller than her and patted him on the shoulder, "Xuan'er is a blessing for She'er, you must stop thinking about it. You need to remember that you still have the whole Da Yu...he I also want you to guard this big Yu."

"it is good...."

Seeing that the day is getting colder and colder, and the winter year is approaching, tributes will be paid to all over the country, and each palace in the palace will be assigned to send it. Originally, Zhu Ji should be in charge, but she is still under confinement, so it is still the same as in previous years. The Empress Dowager dispatched the plan to each palace.

She didn't expect that the little emperor would rather not let Zhu Ji come out, but also guard his natal family, who is the queen Zhu Ji, and of course she would not persuade him to make someone else his queen before Zhu Ji was canonized.

In previous years, everyone always had to go out to get together. This year, they all stayed at home. Gu Ziyi was pregnant with a child and moved back to the house for a few days, but suddenly there was a missing person in the family for the New Year. .

Rong Fan has also reached the age when he should become a queen mother, and the queen mother helped Zhang Luo a few times, but she was dismissed on the grounds that she didn't like it.

The worst thing is that Jin Tiao's mother found him a wife, Ye Qingying ran back to the south of the Yangtze River angrily, but there was no news from her, she is an arrogant woman.

On these days of reunion, every family gathers together to listen to ditties, and talk about the parents and the three elders who have no women in their families, so Bai Mei laughed.

The little emperor couldn't help but invite the three of them to play in the palace for a few days.

But suddenly one of them was missing, everyone felt uncomfortable, waved everyone away and the four of them went to the imperial garden. There were two or three spots of snow foam.

Red show dress in November, it is a good scene to order plum fragrance, tea is tribute tea, only people are not round.

The little emperor's body should not be able to stay in such a cold day for too long, but he refused to listen and insisted on chatting with Rong Yan and the others in this cold day.Talk about it from childhood to adulthood.

Gold bars have long wanted to ask, when did they start and who will move first.

The corner of the little emperor's mouth curled into a smile, and he fiddled with the tea leaves gently with the tea lid, as if he was recalling "It wasn't long ago, when I went to Shuangyang, I took the initiative to choose me."

The Holy One is mighty.

When the gold bars came, he asked excitedly and treacherously, "Who's going up and who's going down...hehe" Rong Yan was so unsteady that he almost spouted tea, and Rong Fan had no choice but to let him go.

this kind of thing.

The little emperor thickened his skin, "I still have to ask, I remember the first time I said it in Shuangyang, and I have to thank Wu Gang for drugging me."

Looking at the expression of the gold bar, it was as if what he had in front of him was an ingot of gold.

"Let me tell you, if Gu She fell on the road he walked on the second day, how could he fall so badly?" Rong Fan took the words.

"No, Qi Xuan, if you say that, he'll be pissed off if he's alive." Jin Tiao's anxious reaction didn't feel the more and more silent atmosphere after saying this sentence.

The little emperor's eyes dimmed a little bit.

After the wound has healed, the thought of it will still hurt, Gu Sheyu has no other in this world.

He wants him to live, but these things can't be done whatever he wants.

To think carefully, those pains are still so clear, and those despairs are still so real.

You are away in March, and lovesickness is a disaster.

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