"Your Majesty, you will be fine." Fang Zheng looked at the emperor and smiled, his smile appeared, and the tears in his eyes could no longer be stopped, and rolled across his face.

The emperor also smiled, his smile seemed very weak: "I saw you smiling and smiling when I saw you old," this is the first time I saw you crying, wipe your tears, don't make people laugh."

Fang Zheng wiped his tears and sat on the edge of the emperor's bed. Regardless of the etiquette of the emperor's ministers, he held the emperor's thin and dry hands tightly.

The emperor looked at him, with a warm smile in his eyes and said, "Fang Zheng, Lian is going to die."

The emperor's tone was as plain as he was talking about the weather, and he could not hear any emotions at all.

Fang Zheng nodded when he heard this, shook his head again, and tears fell again.

The emperor looked up at Fang Zheng and gasped, "Lian asked you to come in, because he wanted to say goodbye to you and take a good look at you."

Fang Zheng burst into tears, but forced himself to smile and said, "Master, please hold on for a few more days, do you know? Su'er is pregnant and you are going to be your grandfather. Don't you want to see what your grandson looks like?"

The emperor smiled, and looked regretful: "I have heard of the couplet, but unfortunately, I will not give you any more. Lian can't wait for the day when my grandson was born."

Looking up at Fang Zheng, the emperor's color gradually became serious, and his breathing became more and more intense: "Fang Zheng" should tell you, the couplet has told you a lot before, and the couplet has no more words. The couplet only has one sentence to tell you..."

"Your Majesty, you said."

The emperor's face suddenly turned red, and even his spirits improved a lot.

"You have taken a lot of risks and made a lot of contributions for my royal family. My royal family will not treat you badly, and will definitely give you supreme glory and status, but small." Fang Zheng, Lian hopes that this world will always be the world of my Zhou family. You promise Lian, don't be the powerful minister who harms the country, otherwise "God will not tolerate you!"

The emperor said this firmly, his eyes were like fire, staring at Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng felt a chill, then nodded and cried, "Your Majesty, don't worry, I will do my best to assist Wuyan. I will resign from my office after success or success in the future. Wuyan and I will be both the king and the minister of the whole life and the friend of our life. We will never leave you, and we will have a beginning and an end."

Hearing Fang Zheng's promise, the emperor seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and he was exhausted, and sighed: "That's good, Fang Zheng'er is not sick and cowardly. In the court, you will rely on your heart to assist him. I hope you can leave a story about the king and his ministers in history books in a hundred years."

As if he had removed the burden in his heart, the emperor slowly closed his eyes, his breathing became more rapid, his chest was undulating, and the sound of phlegm hissed in his throat. The rosy color on his face gradually faded, and his face turned pale again.

Seeing this, Fang Zheng felt a slump and could no longer help it. He grabbed the emperor's hand and started crying.

"Fang" Fang Zheng "Don't cry" you used to make Lian laugh, Lian "Lian order you to tell a joke to Lian now, it must be funny, I must have never heard of Lian before."

On his dying moment, the emperor held Fang Zheng's hand and smiled weakly.

Fang Zheng held back his grief and recommended, wiped his tears, bent down, leaned over to the emperor's ear, and said in a very low voice: "Your Majesty, I have something to tell you, I have never told anyone about this, just listen to it as a joke."

"Quick" and say it quickly."

"Actually" Weichen traveled through time. Weichen came from a world a thousand years later. After a thousand years, the world changed a lot. In that world, planes were flying all over the sky and cars were running all over the ground, much faster than we rode horses. The buildings were also taller than now, with hundreds of floors. People thousands of miles apart could hear the other party's voices by dialing a few numbers. "The beauties on the streets of that world were only wearing miniskirts. Bai Zhe's tender thighs, and if they bent over a little, they could see their butts and eggs.

The emperor suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Fang Zheng in surprise. Then he burst into laughter, as if Fang Zheng had told the big joke today. Two lines of turbid tears quietly slid down the corners of his eyes, and the laughter became weaker and weaker. Finally, the emperor closed his eyes and disappeared.

Fang Zheng burst into tears, stood up, and silently knelt down to the emperor in front of the bed. In the bedroom, the dim candlelight shook a few times, and the imperial doctors, eunuchs and palace maids were standing in the palace.

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The bells rang out from the bell tower in the palace, and it echoed melodiously over the palace, for a long time.

In the palace, the imperial soldiers who were patrolling the sword, the eunuchs and palace maids walking back and forth, and the civil and military ministers standing outside the bedroom. When they heard the melodious bell, they were all stunned. Then everyone understood and knelt down silently towards the bedroom, crawled on the ground, and couldn't bow.

Emperor Jianwu of the Hua Dynasty died in the spring of the thirteenth year of Jianwu.

One...one or less does not count the number of words

I would like to say something. There was a small mistake in the chapter I posted the day before yesterday. After reading the book review, a classmate who specializes in his profession pointed it out to me. It turned out that the moans made by people at that time were not "one library, one library" but "one library.

I was deeply ashamed of my ignorance and purity. In the past month, the emperor's illness has become worse and worse. Therefore, the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Rites in the Palace have prepared some preparations for the Emperor's death. After the Emperor's death, the officials of the Ministry of Rites and the eunuchs in the Palace began to act in an orderly manner.

Set up a mourning hall in the palace, arrange palaces, purify the emperor's body, prepare mourning clothes for the court officials, etc.

As soon as Fang Zheng walked out of the bedroom gate, he saw Wen Sen with red eyes, holding a white mourning dress, wearing it for him without saying a word, and finally tied a white silk for him on his waist.

Fang Zheng took a deep breath and said that the deceased was gone. What he did now was just a formality and a performance for the living. The only thing that made him feel a little relieved was that the emperor left peacefully after all, so he was completely regretful.

"Where is the prince?" Fang Zheng looked around and found no fat man. Only a group of ministers were wearing mourning clothes and knelt in the corridor in front of the bedroom. He cried so hard that he was heartbroken, and was heartbroken.

"When the emperor passed away, the prince fainted from crying. After the imperial doctor was diagnosed, he woke up. Then he was taken to Jingyang Palace by a group of officials from the Ministry of Rites to arrange the ceremony for the great funeral." Wen Sen replied respectfully.

"Where is Changping?"

"Your Highness the Princess was extremely sad. The Prince was worried that she would hurt the child in her belly, so he forced the eunuch in the palace to send her back to the lord's house."

Fang Zheng nodded. It would be better if he had fulfilled his filial piety during his lifetime, so he would not have to make do with the mercy of a great mourning ceremony after the emperor died. It would make the living feel uncomfortable and the dead would not be at peace.

The imperial guards in the palace were also covered with white veil outside the armor of the imperial guards. The lanterns, flowers, plants, bushes, and even the roof of the palace were covered with white veil. The entire palace was shrouded in a depressing sorrowful mist.

All the ministers knelt in front of the bedroom and cried loudly. The eunuchs from the inner court went in and out, busy cleaning the emperor's body and changing clothes and carrying them into the coffin. Soon, a group of monks and Taoists dressed in the palace entered the palace one by one from the Beigong Gate, and began to build an altar spiritual platform in the square in front of the bedroom to save the emperor.

Fang Zheng sighed. The ancients attached great importance to etiquette, especially the emperor's death, which was even more grand and luxurious. But what is the point of doing this? When the emperor was alive, you didn't let him worry, and he was still worried about his death. Seeing the ministers kneeling on the ground and crying heartbrokenly, Fang Zheng suddenly felt a ridiculous feeling in his heart for some reason.

Feeling that someone was pulling her sleeve, Fang Zheng turned around, but saw Princess Changle holding her invincible magic weapon donation box, raising her chubby little face, and looking at herself with tears in her eyes.

Fang Zheng felt ache in his heart, bent down and picked up the little princess, looked around, and said angrily: "Which slave is taking care of the little princess? Why did she come here?"

Fang Zheng was an important minister of the late emperor and had a close relationship with the new emperor. He was also the princess's son-in-law and a hereditary marquis. It can be imagined that if the new emperor ascended the throne, he would definitely become the assistant minister of the new dynasty. The more powerful heavier he was.

So when Fang Zheng got angry, the eunuchs and palace maids following the little princess were so scared that they knelt down tremblingly, and did not dare to say anything.

"Brother-in-law, brother-in-law... Father, what's wrong with him?" The little princess's chubby little hands wiped tears, and her little face was covered with sadness.

Fang Zheng looked at her, feeling full of love. From Changping's mouth, he knew that Changle was born from Concubine Li in the harem. Concubine Li was difficult to give birth when she gave birth to her, and she died after giving birth to her. Therefore, the emperor has always been very fond of her. Even the civil and military ministers in the court liked this little princess who was only five years old, so that the little princess was holding a donation box to ask Fang Zheng for money in the solemn Golden Palace. The ministers and censors in the court did not care about it. Instead, she let her make a fuss in the Golden Palace with a look of doting.

Now that the emperor has passed away, the little child has become a fatherless orphan. Although she is a princess with golden branches and jade leaves, how can her status make up for the lack of family affection?

"Little princess, your father...he is very tired, so he wants to sleep for a long time, maybe he will sleep for many years..." Fang Zheng suppressed his grief and said softly.

"Is the father so tired that he wants to sleep because he has no money?" No matter how strange Changle is, he is just a five-year-old child. He has a vague concept of life and death. He intuitively believes that the father might be exhausted because he lacks money.

He bit his lips and thought for a while, Changle patted the donation box in his hand and said generously: "I give all the money to my father. My father will wake up, right?"

Fang Zheng smiled bitterly and sighed: "No, no matter how much money you have, your father will not wake up..."

Changle's little face was instantly filled with disappointment, and his clear eyes were filled with tears: "It turns out that money is not something you can buy..."

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Yes, money is not omnipotent, so, little princess, you might as well give me all the money and I'll keep it for you."

Changle immediately hugged the donation box tightly in his arms alertly, staring at Fang Zheng with big eyes: "Do you want to cheat the child's money?"

Fang Zheng was speechless: "No...no, I don't mean that..."

Changle's eyes were full of accusations: "You not only cheat children of money, but also want to argue..."

“…………”

Why did this little guy become so smart when he encounters something related to money?

Fang Zheng accompanied the little princess for a while and the little princess was in a much better mood. For a five-year-old child, it was really hard to understand how much sadness he felt. Fang Zheng teased her for a while and then giggled. In the end, Fang Zheng ordered the eunuch and palace maid to send her to Fang Mansion to be his companion with Changping. The two sisters were together, which was more reassuring.

Looking at the large group of eunuchs and palace maids surrounding Changle with fear and fear, Fang Zheng couldn't help but sigh. He planned to have a good talk with the fat man after the great destruction and take Changle from the deep palace to Fang's mansion to live. Although this is not in line with the etiquette, it is much better than a little girl hiding in a cold and uncaring palace. The Fang family has parents, Changping Yanran and others, and I believe that they will take good care of the little princess.

After a while, officials of the Ministry of Rites came out. The mourning hall had been set up, and the main hall was set in the main hall of the Golden Palace. The fat man was in a daze and the tears in his eyes had dried up. Standing in front of the bedroom square, like a puppet, the eunuchs put on mourning clothes. Seeing Fang Zheng, the fat man's expression finally felt a little warm. He nodded to Fang Zheng, and Fang Zheng also smiled at him from afar. The two friends who shared weal and woe were silent at this time, and the words of comfort and persuasion were unnecessary.

The ceremony for the great mourning was very complicated. The fat man was wearing a mourning uniform and was allowed to be played by the officials of the Ministry of Rites with a blank expression. He knelt in front of the mourning hall, and cried when he told him to cry, and kowtow when he asked him to kowtow. All the officials above the fourth rank in the capital entered the mourning hall to worship the emperor's tablets, and then knelt on both sides of the emperor's coffin as they did when they went to court to guard the emperor.

As a second-rank minister and the emperor's son-in-law, Fang Zheng must kneel in the mourning hall with the ministers, crying one after another. However, unlike when he was sent to the emperor, Fang Zheng was just a fake cry at this moment. Death was like a lamp extinguished. No matter how sad he cried at this time, the emperor would not feel it. The so-called funeral ceremony was completely performed for the ministers and for the people of the world. Fang Zheng would naturally not be as sad as when he was in the bedroom.

"Wow, wow, wow, let me drink some water, my voice is a little hoarse..." Fang Zheng cried while instructing Wensen kneeling behind him.

"Wow woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo

"Wow, wow, wow, wow, he is so inhumane! Are these censors full? Wow, old Wen, after this matter is over, ask the brothers to collect evidence of the censors and catch a few slandered scum... wow, let people live, don't even drink water..."

"Don't worry, sir, I will definitely ask my brothers to investigate carefully. sir, I don't believe that these censors are clean..." Wensen gritted his teeth in tears.

With one word and one answer, the two unethical spy chiefs stared at the crowing censors in the mourning hall for the little thing of drinking water.

At this moment, a figure rushed into the mourning hall quickly, and knelt on the gold brick floor after dozens of steps, kneeling all the way towards the emperor's coffin, climbed to the coffin, hugging the coffin desperately and crying, crying miserably, which made people heartbroken.

When the ministers who were keeping the guards saw this person crying, they seemed to have been motivated by him, and there were another burst of crying sounds in the entire mourning hall.

Fang Zheng and Wensen knelt aside and cried loudly, and their hands kept pounding the ground hard. Looking at the appearance of these two people, they seemed to faint if they couldn't breathe.

"Wow woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo

"Wuwu... Sir, it's indeed his biological father who died... Wuwu, don't you know him? He is His Highness, the King of Thailand, and it seems that he has just rushed back to the capital..."

"Ah? It's really his real father... Oh!" Fang Zheng was stunned and quickly knelt down to the coffin. He looked at it. It was indeed the King of Thailand. He was lying on the coffin, crying so hard that his eyes were red and swollen, and tears were filled with tears.

"Brother Three Emperors, I feel sorry for you!" The fat man also walked to the King of Thailand, patted his shoulder, and comforted him with a choked voice.

"Brother, I'm going to be late!" The King of Thailand turned around and hugged the fat man and cried, "I'm not filial to not see my father for the last time! Father! Why did you leave so in a hurry that you didn't even have time to see the last glance of your son? My son's regret is like a huge thunderous person. How painful is this love at this moment!"

Fang Zheng leaned aside and cried, "Your Highness the King of Thailand takes care of you. The emperor passed away and the whole country was sad. The wise emperor of the generation passed away and the death of the heavens. This is the misfortune of the country. Your Highness the King of Thailand, wow, the pain of the weak minister is not inferior to Your Highness!"

The King of Thailand turned around and saw Fang Zheng kneeling beside him and crying so hard that he was out of breath. He suddenly became more and more sad. He turned around and hugged Fang Zheng again, and cried, "Mr. Fang is in the spirit of the father in heaven. If he knew that Master Fang was such a loyal minister, his father would be relieved and smile..."

Fang Zheng opened his mouth and hugged the King of Thailand tightly. The two hugged their heads in the middle of the mourning hall and cried bitterly, with their noses and tears in their eyes. The sadness and sorrow made the civil and military ministers in the court moved and respected. The ministers whom the late emperor valued were indeed loyal. The late emperor did not see the wrong person.

Only the fat man knew Fang Zheng's temperament well. Seeing Fang Zheng crying loudly, his fat face twitched for a moment, then turned around and returned to the right position of guarding the late emperor, so that Fang Zheng could freely play.

After a long time, the eunuch from the Silijian came up and finally persuaded the two of them to continue to be sad. The eunuch helped the King of Thailand to change his mourning clothes. Fang Zheng wiped his tears and returned to the court, still sobbing and choking.

"Wuwu, sir, please feel sorry for your mercy, take care of yourself! wuwu... Huh? sir, what are you holding in your hand?" Wen Sen cried and looked at a green jade pendant on Fang Zheng's hand and asked curiously.

Fang Zheng wiped his tears and felt sad. He lowered his head and looked at his hand, then cried sadly: "...Woooo, this seems to be the jade pendant worn by His Highness the King of Thailand...Woooooo."

"Why is the King of Thailand's jade pendant in your hands?" Wensen said in confusion.

"Wuwu...how do I know? He hugged me and cried, and I hugged him and cried...Wuwu, this is a good choice, I took it down..."
To be continued...