The little general is my favorite [Rebirth]

On a winter night, the wind is bitter.

In Chengming Palace, the bedroom of Qi Xuan, the fourth monarch of the Daning Dynasty, ambergris, which invigorates blood and strengthens Qi, is burning in the incense burner, but it is covered by a strong smell of medicine.

"Ahem..." There was a coughing sound from the dragon bed, the tone was clearly still in the prime of life, but the breath was like a gossamer, ethereal.

Hearing the movement, Chief Eunuch Kang knelt down to the side of the footrest, looked at Emperor Xuanqi who was dying of illness at only 32 years old, and his face was pale, and called out in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, are you awake?"

The imperial physician guarding the sleeping hall immediately stepped forward to feel the pulse of Emperor Xuanqi, and after a while, shook his head slightly at Changkang.Changkang gritted his teeth, holding back the tears in his eyes.

"Aheng...Ayao..." Qi Xuan parted his lips, and struggled to call out these two names.

Chang Kang waved his hand behind him, and the little eunuch went to deliver the decree.

The palace maid brought up the medicine, Qi Xuan didn't intend to drink it at first, this disabled body has long been useless, but he was afraid that he would die suddenly and couldn't explain clearly what he hadn't finished, so he let Chang Kang feed it spoonful by spoonful With that, he swallowed forcefully.

Most people will look back on their life before they die, and think of some people or things that they never forget and hold on to. Qi Xuan just had a dream, and the dream was full of Song Huai.

I dreamed that Song Huai said they couldn't be together, dreamed that Song Huai was always frowning, dreamed that Song Huai cried for him because he was injured...

I dreamed that the soldier who sent the message said: "Song, little general Song... sacrificed his life for the country!"

All the memories related to Song Huai, Qi Xuan recollected them over and over again like drinking poison to quench his thirst during the ten years of losing Song Huai.

Qi Xuan remembered that with trembling hands, he opened the military newspaper written by Song Huai's father, Dingbei Hou Song Xiao. The word "Song Huai" on it was strong and resolute, but the word "martyrdom" was out of shape, with distorted strokes and a sharp edge. I can't hold it...

Ah Huai is dead.

Qi Xuan only felt his heart tighten, a mouthful of fishy sweetness gushed into his throat, and there was a roar in his ears, everything in front of him was suddenly distorted and became grotesque, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Qi Xuan didn't listen, didn't read, didn't believe, and deceived himself and others, until the hearse brought Song Huai's coffin back to Beijing, crushing his last trace of luck and hope.

In the mourning hall of the Marquis of Dingbei, Qi Xuan caressed Song Huai's coffin, thinking, if he cut it through, would he be able to see that person's vivid features again?

"Open the coffin!" Qi Xuan gritted his teeth.

"Your Majesty!" Chang Kang advised him.

"I said, open the coffin!"

The words of the Nine-Five Supreme are sonorous, but when these words are spoken, why is the heart full of sadness?

I?

I am sitting on these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers!But the person who is placed on the tip of the heart, how come there is only a skeleton left?

"Your Majesty!" Song Xiao, the Marquis of Dingbei who used to be strong and strong, stood in front of Qi Xuan and said in a hoarse voice, "Please don't disturb my cleanliness."

Qi Xuan looked up at him, and couldn't help thinking of Song Huai. Song Huai's appearance was [-]% similar to that of Dingbei Hou, and the remaining [-]% was inherited from Mrs. Liu Meishan.

But these three points are all in the eyebrows, which makes Song Huai and Dingbeihou give people completely different feelings.

Dingbeihou has a resolute face, tall and strong, with a stern look and awe-inspiring majesty.And Song Huai's eyebrows and eyes were a little more delicate, cool and handsome, more like a scholar, rather than a general Zhaoyong who relied on a long gun and was as good as ten.

At this moment, Qi Xuan saw hatred and pity in those eyes which were totally different from Song Huai's.

Marquis Dingbei disagreed with him being with Song Huai, and once satirized him: "My lord, please respect yourself and don't pester my son."

But how could he let go?He would rather give up the country that is at his fingertips, and never thought of giving up Song Huai.Ever since he grabbed Song Huai's hand, he never thought of letting go.

But fate fooled them after all, Madam Hou's death lay between the two of them, making it impossible for him and Song Huai.

That farewell turned out to be a farewell forever.

Qi Xuan turned his head, not daring to look directly into Marquis Dingbei's eyes, and begged, "Let me...look at him."

The king of a country surrendered first. Although Song Xiao had complaints in his heart, he stepped aside and sighed in his heart, that bastard... must also want to see him...

Qi Xuan fulfilled his wish and saw Song Huai one last time.

Even in winter, when the bones were transported back from northern Xinjiang, they began to rot.

Qi Xuan, however, seemed unable to see the rotten wounds and horrible corpse spots, and could not smell the rotten stench. Standing in front of the coffin, he carefully traced Song Huai's eyebrows and eyes.

Ah Huai's face was pale and pale, and there was a deep knife mark on his left cheek. Even though it had been stitched up, it was still hideous and terrifying. There were still many small scratches and abrasions on his face and the back of his hands.

Ah Huai's complexion is very fair, especially those feet that have not been seen all year round. Qi Xuan once teased him that if he hadn't been tall and big, with tight muscles on his legs, those legs and feet really looked like a woman.

Because he is too white to be a general, he is easily laughed at by his colleagues in the military camp. When Ah Huai practices martial arts by himself, he likes to be shirtless and tan his face and upper body.But as long as it is not exposed to the sun, it will soon become white again.

The winter in northern Xinjiang was bitterly cold, cloudy and snowy, and after a few days of sunny days, Song Huai's face was unbelievably pale again.

You will be laughed at, Ah Huai, get up, how about I accompany you to bask in the sun?Qi Xuan supported the coffin with his hands, pleading in his heart, but the person who always responded to his requests never responded to him again.

Song Huai didn't like to laugh, because Song Xiao, Marquis of Dingbei, once accused him of being too gentle and soft-tempered, if he kept smiling, how would he convince the public?How to take over the Song family's important task of guarding northern Xinjiang for generations?

Song Huai respected and feared his father, Song Xiao, and followed in his father's footsteps, defending the family and the country, with great military exploits.People in the world say that "a tiger father has no dogs", and they don't call him an official position, nor do they call him his son, but they like to call him Little General Song.

Qi Xuan knew that when he was praised for "having the style of being a father", Ah Huai was very proud.

Because he didn't like to laugh, Song Huai looked lonely and deserted, hard to get close to.But it was different from the murderous aura of Marquis Dingbei that terrified ordinary people, Song Huai exuded the aloofness and purity of a gentleman like Lan.

But when the spear is in hand and the bow and arrow are at the side, he is so heroic and unstoppable.

Song Huai actually smiled at Qi Xuan, and when Qi Xuan gave him a birthday present, he pursed his lips and smiled.That smile was faint, but Qi Xuan remembered it clearly.

Later, Qi Xuan always spared no effort to make Song Huai laugh, but the usual naughty tricks were not easy to use.Later, the road became more and more difficult, and that shallow smile never appeared on Song Huai's face again.

He always frowned, as if he was more worried than Qi Xuan, who was tensed up to deal with the treacherous court.

Qi Xuan never understood what Song Huai was worried about, nor did he understand why he always said that they shouldn't be together, they couldn't be together.

Succession to the throne?He can not!

The blood of the Song family?Song Huai is the only son of the Marquis of Dingbei...Qi Xuan is not sure if this is a reason.

Or, because of those rumors, brought harm to him and the Song family?

Song Huai once said: "I never expected to be with you. I didn't hide my thoughts, which dragged you down."

Yes, liking cannot be hidden, Song Huai liked him, he could tell from the very beginning.

They didn't get off to a good start, bad even.Qi Xuan has always regretted his bastard behavior back then.Song Huai probably thought for a long time that he was just using him.

Song Huai definitely doesn't know how attractive he is, and how easy it is to be attracted to a person like Qi Xuan who has a smooth exterior but a dark interior.

Qi Xuan seldom expressed his feelings to Song Huai. He thought that Song Huai knew about it, but later found out that Song Huai was not sure of his feelings, let alone ask him for proof.

Realizing this, Qi Xuan often talks about how much he likes him, but unfortunately, Song Huai always treats him as joking and coaxing him.

But Ah Huai, I like it, and it's not so easy to pretend.

If I don't love you, why do I feel numb from heartache at this moment, as if I am strangled by the throat and unable to breathe?

Qi Xuan looked at Song Huai's remains, and suddenly found that Song Huai frowned until his death.He owed Song Huai his entire life, and he never made him happy!

The fishy sweetness stuck in Qi Xuan's throat rushed out, his eyes darkened, and he fell down.

Since then, he has been ill, his body went from good to bad, but his heart was terminally ill. He wished he could go with Song Huai, but he was also afraid that he would be sorry for the country Song Huai sacrificed his life to protect, and he would have no face to meet him in the ground.

Until the winter of the tenth year of Xuanqi, it was finally time, he finally... could go to see Song Huai.

Emperor Xuanqi was seriously ill, and the emperor's younger brother Qi Heng and the eldest princess Qi Yao were both sick in the palace. They had just returned to the side hall to rest for a while, and were led in by the eunuch who delivered the order.

"Brother Huang..." Qi Heng and Qi Yao knelt beside the bed, with red eyes, choked their throats and called him.

The first emperor Hongguang was very masculine, although he had one empress and four concubines, and several beauties, he only had three sons and one daughter.

Qi Xuan is not the eldest son of the emperor, but the eldest son of the emperor. He is six years older than Qi Chen, the eldest son of Empress Yue, seven years older than Princess Qi Yao, and 15 years older than the youngest emperor Qi Heng.

When Emperor Hongguang was the crown prince, Qi Xuan's biological mother, Cui Shi, was Prince Liang Di, who died of illness when Qi Xuan was less than one year old.Afterwards, Qi Xuan was recorded and raised under the name of the Crown Princess Yue, and was originally considered the eldest son, but Yue later had a child of his own, and Qi Xuan not only became an abandoned son, but also became Qi Chen's roadblock.

Since he was a child, he didn't know the meaning of deep love between father and son, warmth between mother and child, and brotherly love. He also had to deal with court strife and guard against tricks and backstabbing. Qi Xuan thought that he was dark and twisted inside, selfish and selfish. We are having a hard time together.

It wasn't until Song Huai was born that in the most difficult and difficult days, he clung to a life-saving vine and did not fall into the abyss. The vine was still condensed with nectar, dripping with sweetness, soaking into the heart.

It was also when Song Huai saw that Queen Yue favored Qi Chen and treated the unmarried Qi Yao and the young Qi Heng harshly, he couldn't bear it, and asked Qi Xuan if he could help them.

Qi Xuan thought it was funny at the time, why is Ah Huai so soft-hearted?He himself is already struggling, and he can't protect himself, so how can he care about others?

But Song Huai opened his mouth, and he agreed.

Later, Qi Xuan secretly rejoiced that he had listened to Song Huai's words, and during the ten years of losing Song Huai, Qi Heng and Qi Yao were by his side, guarding him, and not letting him become a loner on the throne.

Qi Xuan's health is not good, he has never accepted a concubine and has no children, so Qi Heng was appointed as the emperor's younger brother early on, and now the throne must be handed over to him.

"Aheng..." Qi Xuan looked at his younger brother who was kneeling in front of him, suddenly smiled, and said, "You are seventeen, if I knew this, I should have married you first."

Qi Heng grabbed his hand, shook his head and wept, "Brother Huang..."

"If you want to marry, marry someone you like, and sit in that seat, it won't be hard." Qi Xuan murmured, his voice getting softer and softer.

He rested for a while, looked at Qi Yao: "A Yao, I'm going to see him."

The eldest princess Qi Yao, who is already a mother, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, her expression was calmer than Qi Heng's, but her trembling hands betrayed her, she gritted her teeth, and said: "Go, meet in the next life, don't let go he."

Qi Xuan raised the corner of his mouth: "Yes...I will..."

Ah Huai, wait for me...wait for me to find you.

On the second day of December in the tenth year of Xuanqi, Emperor Xuanqi Qi Xuan died, and it was said that he was located in Qi Heng, the emperor's younger brother.

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"Hmm..." Qi Xuan had a splitting headache, rubbed his forehead and opened his eyes, but what he entered was not the light yellow bed curtain on the dragon bed, but the smoky purple gauze curtain.

Qi Xuan propped himself up and sat up, slipped off the thin quilt on his body, and found that he was only wearing a white jacket, which hadn't even been fastened properly.

Qi Xuan's eyelashes trembled, he clearly remembered that he died, in the winter of the tenth year of Xuanqi, on the dragon bed in Chengming Palace.

And the bedding in front of him is clearly summer!This place is clearly his bedroom in Prince Xuan's Mansion!

Qi Xuan threw off the quilt and wanted to get out of the bed to check, but was shocked by the scene on the bed—the moon-white bed was messy, with red and white things left, and a faint smell.

Qi Xuan was stunned for a long time, then suddenly tore open the skirt of his clothes, and sure enough, he felt a tooth mark on his left shoulder. This kind of scene has only happened once!

This is the summer of the tenth year of Hongguang!

Qi Xuan almost cried with joy, was it a dream?Or... is he back?

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