Dressed as Su Peisheng

Yongzheng Ninth Year

end of september

The queen passed away in Chengqian Palace, and the emperor never visited her until the last moment before her death.

Everyone in the palace knew that the queen was related to the assassination of Prince Bao, and no one dared to comment.

The queen's funeral ceremony was quite respectable, and Lord Long Live still gave the queen honor after death for the sake of elder brother Hongyun.

However, the government and the opposition are acting according to the wind, and the funeral has not yet passed, and many people have begun to curry favor with Jingren Palace.

After every gathering to mourn, there are only a few people left in front of the queen's coffin.

Hong Yun stubbornly knelt in the coffin shed, no matter who tried to persuade him, he would not get up.

Mo Yaqi's stomach is already very big, and the period of giving birth is coming, so she can't always come here.

Su Wei was worried about Hongyun, and refused to listen to persuasion, so he could only bring him some food from time to time, and stayed with him in the mourning shed.

In a blink of an eye, it was the last day of mourning, and the empress' Zi Palace was to be moved to the Changchun Garden for a temporary release.

Hong Yun sat kneeling on the ground, he had already lost a lot of weight.

Su Weisheng brought out porridge and wanted him to eat some, but he heard Hongyun's voice hoarse, and finally spoke after a few days:

"Am I really inferior to Honghui, Eunuch Su?"

Su Wei was stunned for a moment, before he could answer, Hong Yun continued:

"My mother-in-law was always chanting Honghui's name before she died."

Su Wei didn't know how to speak for a while, Hongyun elder brother didn't seem to need him to answer, so he said to himself:

"These years, I can't figure it out more and more. I started to hate a lot of people, I hated the elder brother who had never met, I hated my mother-in-law who kept persecuting me, I hated my Huang Ama who didn't value me, I hated everything Hongpan who is better than me, I hate myself even more for not being able to live up to my expectations!"

"Brother Hongyun..."

Su Wei wanted to speak to persuade him, but Hong Yun turned his head, stared at him and said, "I hate you too, Su Peisheng!"

Su Wei froze there, trying to help Hongyun's hand, but it also stopped in mid-air.

Hong Yun stood up unsteadily, reached out to support the queen's coffin, and leaned his head on it.

At this time, outside the mourning shed, Lord Yongzheng and the eldest princess Mo Yaqi saw all this in their eyes.

There was a thin drizzle in the sky, Master Yongzheng carefully took his daughter's hand and walked slowly towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

"Have you ever hated Huang Ama?"

Lord Yongzheng thought for a long time, and finally asked this sentence.

Mo Yaqi looked up at Yongzheng Lord's expression, and slowly shook his head, "If my daughter wants to hate you, wouldn't she also hate Ilha, Hongpan, and everyone in the harem? Ma, you have done much more than others."

Lord Yongzheng lowered his eyes and did not speak.

Mo Yaqi looked up at the sky outside the umbrella, and continued: "My mother-in-law is a very ordinary woman. She has no means, no scheming, and is easy to be teased by others. If she is in the harem like the previous dynasty, she I’m afraid I’ve already lost myself.”

"We were born in such an environment, even if you are a king, you have no right to choose."

Mo Yaqi leaned against Lord Yongzheng, looking at the high palace wall from a distance, "You are the emperor, and you carry the world on your shoulders. My daughter has been outside these years, and she has seen the people's livelihood suffering, and she has also seen the people's happiness. Yours Every decree is the hope of the people. My daughter doesn't know how you evaluate yourself, but in my daughter's heart and in the hearts of many people, you are a wise king."

The father and daughter walked through the Rijing Gate, and the empty Qianqing Palace was immersed in the world behind the rain curtain.

"My daughter still remembers that before Huang Mafa passed away, Ilha and I followed Fujin into the palace to serve Huang Mafa."

"That time seemed to be the only time my daughter was so close to Huang Mafa. Huang Mafa is a holy king, and his achievements are praised all over the world. In my daughter's heart, Huang Mafa should also be very tall. But that day, when I entered the Qianqing Palace, I found that Huang Mafa was not tall at all, he was just a very thin, very thin old man. He sat alone on the huge dragon bed, occupying only a small space. In a small place, the people around are far away from him, and it seems that the only thing he can touch is the pile of memorials."

"The Qianqing Palace is so magnificent, but it looks so deserted and empty. When I left the Qianqing Palace that day, my daughter was thinking, if Huang Ama really sat in that position one day, I hope you have someone by your side. He can Talk to you and let you rely on it. It’s good to think of it as a little reward for carrying the world on your shoulders. Now, my daughter is very happy, and Mr. Su is very good.”

Master Yongzheng stopped in his tracks, and embraced Mo Yaqi, who had red eyes, into his arms.

This year, at the end of the Queen's funeral, passed peacefully.

The tenth year of Yongzheng was a bumper harvest year.

Both Tibet and Qinghai have set up resident ministers, and the land reform in the southwest has entered a stable period, and the world is stable.The Huikao Mansion has been abolished, and the treasury is abundant. Corruption has never been completely eradicated, but during the Yongzheng Dynasty, it has far surpassed its predecessors.

In the palace, the eldest princess Mo Yaqi gave birth to a daughter, and Long Live God personally gave her a name, and she was born with a title.

Li Wei was transferred back to the capital to serve as Minister of the Ministry of Punishment. He hugged his daughter every day, like something.

Among the princes, Hongyun and Hongshi also have titles, but they are both county kings.

The courtiers also understood what Long Live Lord wanted.

On the [-]th day of the eighth month, Lord Long Live hosted a grand family banquet in the Old Summer Palace.

Fireworks, theater troupes, and juggling were lively for three days.

The whole palace was very happy, as if all the gloom had passed.

However, at the end of August, Lord Yongzheng fainted in the Palace of Qinzheng in the Yuanmingyuan after a morning court.

For two months in a row, Lord Long Live was lingering on the sick bed, and the imperial doctors faltered, covering left and right.But the whole court already knew it well.

In the blink of an eye, early December

A heavy snow covered the whole city of Beijing.

Because the Long Live Lord was not in good health, the people in the palace did not move back to the palace from the Old Summer Palace.

After hearing the servant's report, Prince Bao hurried to Zhengda Guangming Hall.

In front of the gate of the hall, Lord Yongzheng, who had been ill for a long time, stood on the high steps in a cloak embroidered with dragon patterns.

"Huang Ama," Hong Pan ran up, and covered Yongzheng's head with the umbrella in his hand, "You are not in good health, how can you come here? You caught a cold again."

Master Yongzheng smiled at him, and pointed forward, "Do you know where that is?"

Hong Pan followed his fingers and looked, "That's the cabinet's valet."

"Where is that?" Master Yongzheng changed direction again.

"That's the duty room of the Military Aircraft Department."

Lord Yongzheng nodded, "It took me two years to set up the Military Aircraft Office. It was originally intended to prohibit orders and no longer be bound by courtiers. But have you noticed that from the cabinet to the Military Aircraft Office, although it is getting closer and closer to the imperial power? , but farther and farther away from the people.”

Hong Pan frowned slightly, not quite understanding what Yongzheng was talking about.

"Although those who are kings will understand this truth in the end, no one can change it. This is also the reason why all dynasties and dynasties have dreamed of eternal dreams, but none of them can withstand the change of dynasties."

Hong Pan covered his Huang Ama with an umbrella and listened hard.

"At the beginning, before your emperor Mafa passed away, you commented on your own life and said, 'The merit is in the present, and the future is in the future'. I didn't understand it at the time, but now I understand it a little bit."

Hongpan seemed to realize something, and the hand holding the umbrella began to tremble slightly.

"There is nothing in this world that lasts forever. As a king, it is not easy to be able to benefit the people in government. The rest, let nature take its course. In this world, after all, the people have the final say."

"Huang Ama..." Hong Pan wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, the bridge of his nose started to feel sore.

Master Yongzheng turned his head to look at him, and smiled gently, "Treat your brothers and sisters well, and be filial to your mother-in-law. Huang Ama has paved the way for you, you just need to move forward smoothly, always Remember the sufferings of the people, and do more practical things for the people.”

"Huang Ama, don't talk about this, you will teach my ministers slowly in the future..." Hongpan couldn't stop crying, he wiped and wiped, still crying like a child.

"Okay, they all have sons."

Master Yongzheng patted the back of Hongyun's head, turned around and walked back, "I'm going back to Qingyan in Kyushu, someone is waiting for me."

Hong Pan raised his head, and a young eunuch came up to cover the umbrella for Lord Yongzheng.

Hiro looked forward to the back that he had looked up to for more than ten years, maybe it was an illusion, but that back seemed not as strong as before.

He bent slightly, as if he had finally let go of the burden of years, and looked extremely relaxed.

In mid-December, Lord Yongzheng was bedridden.

Prince Bao is in charge of the government, and Prince Yi and Prince Xun are fully assisted in the court, and all matters are properly arranged.

Every morning, after dealing with the people who came to pay their respects, Kyushu Qingyan would be quiet in the afternoon.

Because Long Live God needs rest, it is useless to invite the clan to enter the palace to serve the sick.

Mo Yaqi will come to Jiuzhou Qingyan to sit down at this time, and after she leaves, only Yinzhen and Su Wei are left in the hall.

"Are you afraid?" Yinzhen lay on the bed, looking at Su Wei quietly.

"I'm afraid," Eunuch Su was still very honest, bending down to stick to him.

"Don't be afraid," Yinzhen took his hand and squeezed it lightly.

December 23

It was a sunny day, and it snowed heavily for several days, and finally stopped.

The sky is very clear, revealing a golden sun.

In front of the quiet Kyushu Qingyan, a few birds landed on the ground to look for food.

Suddenly, a burst of weeping broke the tranquility, disturbing Feiyu all over the place.

On December 23 of the tenth year, Emperor Yongzheng died in Qingyan, Jiuzhou, Yuanmingyuan.

Prince Yi, Prince Xun and a group of ministers gathered in Qianqing Palace, and after the plaque was upright and bright, they took out the edict of Emperor Yongzheng.

Passed on the throne to the second prince, Prince Bao Hongpan.

On the first day of the first month of that year, Hongpan succeeded to the throne, with the reign title "Qianlong".