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In December, the Hanyuan Hall is like a hibernating silent beast entrenched on the deep plain snow. In the distance, there are fine golden bells in the distance, accompanied by the sharp chant of the servants.

This is the dawn of the sky, and because of the empress, the Imperial Palace of the Yuan Dynasty has always been strict in rules and regulations. At this time, there are few palace people walking on the palace road, but the half of the empress' honor guard that came here is still moving forward step by step. I don't know when. In order to climb up the more than one hundred dragon pattern long steps in front of the Hanyuan Hall.

When a ray of orange crimson tore through the sky and burst out, the long communication from the servant finally broke the heavy silence in front of the Hanyuan Hall.

Not long after, a red-robed Diaosi walked down the side path alone from the top of the long steps, holding a gray whisk. He walked very fast, but his footsteps were extremely steady.The red dress was like a ghost floating in front of the guard of honor, his gray hair swayed in a faint arc due to the sudden pause and kneeling, "Ms. Xiao Guifei, Your Majesty is here to invite you."

Only then did the woman known as Concubine Xiao meanderingly support the maid's hand, and firmly stepped on the back of the kneeling servant, landing gently on the ground.Her stature is fully taller than that of the ladies beside her, but she is not too eye-catching, after all, the women of Dayuan are so heavy, especially those with high status.To show that the steps are slim and the noble style is slow.

This woman who can use half of the queen's ceremonial guard should be the most powerful person in the Yuan harem, but because the emperor is seriously ill, no one dares to decorate gorgeously at this time. The jewel-encrusted gold hairpin loosely pulled up all her long hair.

Concubine Xiao Gui let her heavy and complicated light purple clothes fall on the snow, she didn't let the palace people follow, but she walked slowly up behind the closest person beside Emperor Wu.

The medicine atmosphere in Hanyuan Hall is heavy, the ambergris is heavily lit, and the curtains in the hall are surrounded by layers of smoke, which is a deliberate method, so that people can't see the emperor's holy face clearly, making the emperor unpredictable.Just walking into the palace suddenly and taking a deep breath, I felt that my lungs were suffering from the inside out.

The hem of Concubine Xiao Gui's clothes was covered with a lot of snow, and once she entered the palace, which was a little sweltered by the warm cage, it turned into sticky water stains. A winding wet mark was drawn on the purple-gold floor tiles.But immediately a court lady knelt down silently and wiped it off inch by inch, so as not to accidentally slip the nobleman's feet.

Concubine Xiao followed the red-clothed Diao Temple through the twelve black and golden dragon curtains, and entered the inner room with ease, and then turned the [-]-fold agarwood coiled dragon screen, which was the emperor's dragon couch.

The lamps and candles in the inner room were dim, and it was hard to see Emperor Wu's appearance from a distance. Although Concubine Xiao Gui was dressed cleanly, the jade pendant on her body was still unavoidable, she informed Emperor Wu of her arrival on the bed with a tinkling sound.

Emperor Wu heard the sound from a distance, sat up, and saw the figure that could not be seen clearly behind the soft gauze, he called hoarsely, "Lingyi, you are here."

Concubine Xiao Gui didn't answer immediately, but sat down on her own when she reached the dragon couch, took the gold-painted enamel medicine bowl from the eunuch, stirred the silver spoon carefully as in the past, and prepared to serve the medicine.

Since Emperor Wu was seriously ill, she was only allowed to serve alone. This is a rare honor, but it is not so eye-catching when it falls on Concubine Xiao.

After all, she entered the palace as the daughter of a guilty minister and became a concubine three months later. If it hadn't been for the imperial concubine of the Great Yuan Emperor who was in the empress's presence, she would never have been registered except for the purpose of celebrating happiness. The position of the imperial concubine.

When the temperature was about the same, she picked up a spoon and slowly handed it to Emperor Wu's lips. The handle of the spoon lightly tapped on the multi-treasure ring on her index finger, making a crisp sound.

The candle fell on her face ambiguously, making it easy for people to understand why she was so favored.

That pale face has not been applied with makeup, but it is still stunning. She is beautiful but more vivid than ordinary women, and her eyebrows and eyes are more ignorant and ignorant than an innocent girl because of the call of Emperor Wu just now.

Her plump lips parted slightly, and she asked suspiciously, "Is Your Majesty sick and confused? I am Ling Ming, my sister passed away more than ten years ago."

Concubine Xiao Gui's voice was extremely pleasant, but it was a male voice that was clear and slightly sandy.

Even though Emperor Wu's sick face could not hide a trace of apology on his once handsome deep face, "Yes, I am confused due to illness."

Emperor Wu pushed away Xiao Lingming's hand that still wanted to serve the decoction, he sat up, covered his lips and coughed.He has made great martial arts all his life, and he is able to govern the country well. After a hundred years, future generations should call him a wise sage, but even so, he still cannot escape life, old age, sickness and death.

Emperor Wu squinted his eyes to look at the clear sky outside the window through the gaps between layers of heavy curtains. He stretched out his hand to support Xiao Lingming's pale cheek, and said slowly with a trace of strange regret, "I'm afraid this illness will be cured." It's gone."

Xiao Lingming put down the soup bowl, and subconsciously stroked the loose hair on his temples. He has been a woman for ten years, and some habits have long been fused into his blood. If my younger brother has become what he is now, I am afraid that he will also be shocked and change color.

"What did your majesty say? Long live your majesty and live in peace." Xiao Lingming patted Emperor Wu on the back and said auspicious words that he was used to.

Emperor Wu reached out his hand to pull out the hairpin on his head, and three thousand black hairs fell down. He reached out and stroked Xiao Lingming's hair, "The courtiers think so too. Many people have advised me to appoint a crown prince. Tomorrow, who do I think I should appoint?" ?”

Xiao Lingming lowered his eyes, his tone was careful and gentle, but his words were perfunctory, "Your Majesty has his own decision in his heart."

Emperor Wu stretched out his hand to grab Xiao Lingming's hand. Xiao Lingming was tall, and his palm was not much smaller than Emperor Wu's, but it was slender and slender, and could make Emperor Wu hold his hand in his palm. Very relevant."

Emperor Wu's palms were rough with bows and horses from many years of fighting, which made Xiao Lingming's palms that are only used to adjust fat and powder now ache. Go away. The old things can be like this."

Xiao Lingming's fingertips trembled violently, and he raised his eyes to look at Emperor Wu in a daze.

Emperor Wu didn't look at him, but grabbed him who was too shocked, and dragged him all the way to the desk.Emperor Wu pressed the man by his side, and personally picked up a pen and wrote a clear word with iron and silver hooks on the silk paper.

"I will leave a will to pursue you as the empress, and the Ming character will be my honorary title. It doesn't mean that your Ling Ming will be completely obliterated in the world. It's just that there is a joint burial in my mausoleum..."

Xiao Lingming stared at the black jagged sun and moon on the fine white silk paper.

—He is only 26 years old.

——Even since he was 16 years old, Xiao Lingming has already died in another form in this withered red palace wall.

—but he didn't want to die.

Xiao Lingming opened his mouth, looked at Emperor Wu, and said hoarsely, "I don't want to die."

"—I don't want to be buried."

Emperor Wu let go, turned around to look at him, he put his hand on the back of Xiao Lingming's head, and imprinted a dry and warm kiss on his brow, he was really sorry for this child.

Both he and Xiao Lingyi are sorry for him.

Emperor Wu just looked at Xiao Lingming's beautiful face similar to Xiao Lingyi's, distorted a little bit because of unwillingness and fear.

This child who was placed in the concubine's room by himself, watched the child grow up, looked at himself, and repeated again, "I don't want to die."

Emperor Wu gracefully opened his hands, with a little helpless regret, "The ancestral system is hard to violate, and all concubines who are born will be martyred. It's just that they only have three feet of white silk, but I don't want to suffer that kind of pain tomorrow, I promise You will have a glass of poisoned wine."

Emperor Wu took two steps away, and went to add a handful of medicinal incense, "In fact, I don't want you to live such a hasty life, but you gave me a bowl of Jue Si Tang medicine for your sister, and now I have no young heirs to adopt. For you, my children have grown up."

"——Minger, your way of life was cut off by you yourself."

Xiao Lingming suddenly turned his head to look at the Supreme Monarch Father who had created his lifelong nightmare.

Emperor Wu curled his lips into a slight smile, and walked past his side, the soft pajamas brushed against the back of Xiao Lingming's hands, and walked to the outer hall alone with the lingering aroma of ambergris.

"But tomorrow, if one of my good daughters and sons is willing to kowtow to you and call you concubine mother, you will be able to live."