Rescue Little White Flower - Chapter 75

How cruel.

The simplest thing in this world is to be alive, and the most difficult thing is to be alive.

How easy is life, three meals a day, eat and sleep.

How hard is it to live?

Obviously the heart is decayed, but it still has to support life in the world, every breath is like a sharp blade rolled into the nasal cavity, every meal is the same as chewing wax, and even the dreams every night are endless darkness.

Zhao Xingchen sat on the dragon chair, looking at the officials standing below.

A sister’s coffin has been sent to the imperial tomb. After the short period of funeral, everything returned to normal.

Where the former Princess Zhenguo stood, stood a thin official. She was wearing a purple official robe, holding a jade wat in her hand, her eyes drooping, her cheeks sunken, and her body was lifeless. At first glance, she didn’t look like it. He was a teenager, but he looked like an old man.

This person is not Shen Qingwei, who else can it be?

After Zhao Xingyue’s death, she stayed in front of the spirit for seven days, and did not crash until the first seven days passed.

Her illness was fierce, and the imperial doctor was helpless, so she could only hang her life with ginseng. When Zhao Xingchen thought she could not survive, she opened her eyes in the nightmare.

Then tell him: “I want to live, I will live.”

If Zhao Xingyue wants her to live, she will live.

No matter what the reason, no matter what the reason, as long as it is what she has said, she can do everything.

But she became more and more silent, and the means of doing things became more and more vigorous and resolute, more and more like… Zhao Xingyue.

She was young and had never experienced a real war. She was more or less soft in her heart. Sending the entire Shen family to the execution ground was the cruelest thing she had done in more than ten years.

In many cases, she could not achieve greater benefits by sacrificing a few people between the balance of benefits like Zhao Xingyue.

But after Zhao Xingyue passed away, she quickly mastered this skill without a teacher.

Sometimes, the notes she handed over and the suggestions she wrote up made Zhao Xingchen feel frightened and couldn’t help but fear.

But Shen Qingwei didn’t care about his jealousy, his suppression, let alone the rumors in the capital.

She looked like Shen Yihuan, but she was completely different from Shen Yihuan.

Shen Yihuan is a blood-sucking worm attached to Daqing, greedily sucking every drop of Daqing’s blood, even at the expense of colluding with outsiders.

She is a scavenger in Daqing, and all the factors that try to shake Daqing’s rule will be eliminated mercilessly by her.

She stayed in Daqing for one day and would never allow Daqing to decline in front of her own eyes.

Because… This is the country that the person used to protect with his life.

Hell.

The flowers on the other bank swayed gently, and the gurgling water of the Forget River was flowing. At the end of the bridge, a woman in a moon-white dress slowly stepped on the stone ladder.

An exquisite face reflected in the water of Wangchuan, against the backdrop of a long silver hair, curling patterns spread around the corners of the woman’s eyes, like the tangled moon and stars, and the dim sky of the underworld can hardly hide the woman’s silver eyes. The chill.

The movement in Po Meng’s hand paused, and she raised her head to look at the person who came to her.

“You are willing.”

“If you are willing to give up, you can get what you have.” The silver-haired woman wrapped her fingertips around the end of her long hair, and the corners of her lips raised slightly. But for her suffering today, someone will pay for it one day.”

She took the soup bowl that Po Meng handed to her and drank it with her head up.

She put aside the bowl, her smile was sincere, and her silver eyes melted like a corner of a glacier, stained with a little warmth: “Thank you.”

…

“I like the star and moon god, and I don’t know if it is her luck or misfortune.” Next to Meng Po, a tall man suddenly appeared. Who else could he be?

“Like a person drinking water, he knows whether he is cold or warm.” Po Meng answered without looking up.

The man looked at the picture in Meng Po’s soup–

Forty-three years of the Daqing Chen calendar.

The young emperor of the past is now an old man over half a hundred years old.

He was a young man who studied martial arts, was diligent in government affairs, and paid attention to his body. Therefore, although he was fifty-three, he was still young and handsome, with jet-black hair, and looked less than thirty years old, very majestic.

In front of him, there was a memorial, or a confession to the old.

Every year—almost every year, he can receive similar memorials. Every year, people get old, people beg for bones, old people give up their positions, new blood poured into the court, under the control of Zhao Xingchen, the Daqing dynasty , In this cycle, day after day growth.

But today’s resignation is somewhat different.

Because the person who handed it up was not someone else, it was Shen Qingwei, the female photographer who worked hard for him for nearly 30 years.

The woman who was unmarried all her life, had no husband or children, had a great reputation, and half of her praises and criticisms.

“Sister Sister said, you are not allowed to die.”

For so many years, in order to avoid the phenomenon that Shen Yihuan’s family was dominated back then, he had tripped his prime minister many times, but not once, he planned to kill Shen Qingwei.

In fact, everyone in the world knows that although the emperor and Shen Xiang sometimes have trouble dealing with each other, once Shen Xiang is injured or sick, he is more anxious than anyone else. It is definitely the emperor.

It’s not that no one has rumored about the two people’s scandals, even the current queen once criticized the relationship between the two.

But it happened that the two of them were innocent again.

Only a few people know the truth buried in history.

“The Caomin promised His Royal Highness that he will not die for love and will live well.” Shen Qingwei said: “But the Caomin is a human. People will always grow old, sick and die. The time for the Caomin is running out, so the Caomin asked the emperor to let the Caomin return to the mountain and forest quietly. Waiting for death to come.”

She didn’t want to die in the capital.

She was afraid that her soul would be trapped in this cold place and could not get out, and would never see Zhao Xingyue again.

The emperor sitting behind the book case was silent for a long time before he said helplessly: “Sister A’s tomb is not closed yet…”

The next moment, he saw the light that hadn’t been lit for a long time in the eyes of his former prime minister.

Zhao Xingchen didn’t know if he was wrong, but he did it anyway.

When news came that the broken dragon stone from the princess tomb had been laid down, he was having dinner with the queen.

There are not many women in his harem. The queen is a pretty girl from a small family. She is gentle and beautiful, understanding, sometimes soft and almost cowardly, but she fits Zhao Xingchen’s temper very well.

He doesn’t need another greedy Queen Mother Dong. As long as the queen is well-behaved and sensible, he will make her the eternal queen, the most noble woman in the world, and even give her a chance to be buried with himself.

“Your Majesty, what’s the urgency?” the queen asked with concern.

“The broken dragon stone in Sister A’s tomb has been put down.”

The queen showed a puzzled look.

After the royals are buried in the tomb, if they are not waiting for their partners to be buried together, they will lay down the broken dragon stone as soon as they are buried, thus cutting off the internal and external access.

The emperor got up and said: “Let me go and put a stick of incense for A sister.”

Zhao Xingyue has a tablet in the palace, which is no secret to the queen.

During the holidays and on the birthday and death day of Zhao Xingyue, Zhao Xingchen will bring his wife and all his children to worship this town princess.

But today, she looked at the tablet on the altar, her eyes widened.

There was no other reason. There was a blank spiritual card beside the princess’s tablet.

The emperor raised the incense in his hand and said something that shocked the queen, “Shen Xiang, sister, I will beg you in the future.”

…

She will not die in love.

She promised that Zhao Xingyue would never break her promise.

But she still put the broken dragon stone down.

The tomb passage was completely dark, and Zhao Xingyue’s coffin was in the room at the end of the tomb passage.

Hidden deep in the tomb, the solid ice block hardly melts all year round. The woman lying in the transparent coffin, even after decades, her face remains the same, except for her white hair, Yuyu in the candlelight. Brilliance.

“Your Highness… Your Highness, I listened to your words, I did not die, I live well.”

“But I’m old, I have a lot of wrinkles, not as good as they were back then, I’m dying.”

“Will you despise me? Your Highness…”

She wanted to touch the face of the woman in the coffin, but stopped when she saw her skinny hands.

She is so old and ugly, Zhao Xingyue’s appearance has been fixed forever when she was at its peak.

She leaned against the coffin and pressed her face to the coffin in a humble posture.

The coffin made of thousand-year-old Xuanbing, the cold penetrated the bone marrow, and the corners of her eyes and brows were soon stained with a layer of white frost.

She was totally unaware.

“His Royal Highness,” she said, “you can’t despise me. I listened to you and lived so long. You have to reward me. As you said, good children are rewarded.”

“His Royal Highness…”

The oxygen in the tomb gradually ran out, the oil lamp on the wall gradually went out, and the person lying on the coffin gradually lost his breath.

She survived for more than thirty years, and finally came to an end.

The countless days and nights spent with eyes open finally came to sleep.

Shen Qingwei was extremely tired.

She had a dream. In her dream, she was sitting next to her Royal Highness, watching the princess write with a pen. Suddenly, the princess looked up and smiled at her.

She heard her say: “You are here.”

“I have been waiting for you for a long time.”

She walked over, staring at those gentle eyes, “I’m here.”

…

This winter in Daqing saw an unprecedented heavy snowfall.

The white snow all over the sky covered everything in the world, and all kinds of turbidity were drowned in the snow.

Zhao Xingchen stood in the snow.

Zhao Xingyue is gone, and Shen Qingwei is also gone.

Although he and Shen Qingwei looked disgusted with each other, they have to say that apart from Zhao Xingyue, Shen Qingwei has been with him the longest and knows best.

He trusted her, relied on her, was jealous of her, and even more jealous of her.

He was afraid of death, the death of his father, the death of sister A, and even the death of Shen Qingwei.

But when Shen Qingwei really died, he suddenly began to envy.

“Father.” An umbrella suddenly appeared above his head, blocking the wind and snow from the sky for him. Zhao Xingchen turned his head and saw the handsome young man’s disapproving gaze.

“You just fell ill some time ago, and now you should pay more attention to your body.”

Not long after Shen Qingwei’s death, Zhao Xingchen fell ill.

Some people say that he is sad for losing a good minister, and no one knows where his real pain comes from.

What he lost was not only a prime minister, not only a good courtier, but also the past of Zhao Xingyue carried by Shen Qingwei.

This is his eldest son, the first child of him and the queen, and he has a lot of expectations for this child.

He taught him to write and read by hand, just like A sister taught herself back then.

The older the prince grows bigger and bigger, gets better and better, and the voice of the crown prince gets louder and louder.

Zhao Xingchen felt a wave of unprovoked fear.

He thought he might have felt his father’s experience back then. His son is getting stronger and stronger, but his father is getting old, his power is being watched, he doesn’t know when he will be taken away, and his aging body will be taken away from the dragon. Kicked down from the chair.

He suppressed the party of the eldest prince, deliberately ignored the child he once loved the most, and even warned him, feared him, and alienated him.

What is he doing?

As if in a big dream, standing in the rain, recalling what he had done before, Zhao Xingchen discovered that before he knew it, he turned out to be the first emperor he hated the most.

Seeing the worry in his son’s eyes, he patted his shoulder.

“My son is interested.”

After being left out for a long time, the eldest prince finally got his father’s admiration once again, his eyes lightened slightly.

“When the spring begins, you can go to the Imperial Study Room to review the memorials, the father is old, it is time to hand it over to your young people in this world.”

The eldest prince’s eyes widened, and he never expected to hear such words from his father’s mouth.

He hurriedly expressed his loyalty: “Emperor Father, Emperor Father, you must never say such words to shame your children, you are the emperor, and the longevity is the same—”

“Shou and Tian Qi,” Zhao Xingchen waved his hand, interrupting him, “Those are all lie, don’t believe it.”

The eldest prince muttered, speechless.

He really wants to be the prince, he wants to be the emperor, but he has done it a long time ago, and he has to wait for decades to prepare.

Although his father is over fifty years old, he is still very young, maybe he has to wait another thirty years-but it doesn’t matter, he is not in a hurry.

He is a true filial son, and he knows exactly what he wants.

Zhao Xingchen laughed abruptly.

“My emperor, don’t worry, I will assist you and teach you, just like your emperor aunt did to me back then–“

“One day, you will become a real emperor.”