Pihanjin

Early the next morning, before dawn, a secret order from the Empress of the Supervision Kingdom was sent to Beijing and sent to Hexi without stopping.

Mu Fulan asked Liang Tuan to do two things. First, immediately arrange for the prince to return to Beijing. Second, on the premise of ensuring that the news will not spread, use all your strength and continue to search for the whereabouts of the emperor.

Liang Tuan received a secret order and summoned his confidants to arrange things.

Three months later, he secretly returned to Beijing, and Mu Fulan saw him in the living hall of Ziwei Palace.

In the past three months, he has searched all possible places around him.

"My minister has also sent people into the water many times to search for it, but the underwater currents are treacherous and the lake is deep. This minister is incompetent and has failed the queen's request..."

His voice was so choked that he couldn't finish the sentence, and he fell to his knees on the ground.

Mu Fulan didn't move. After a long time, he said, "General Liang, you've worked hard these days. You still have a lot of responsibilities to do. Go and rest first."

It was dark and it was bright again. Mu Fulan was alone, and that was how she sat from dusk to late night, from late night to dawn.

"Queen, Master Liu and the others are here, wait outside the palace, and ask to see the queen."

When the dim dawn gradually stained the south window of the living hall, across the hall door, the voice of the palace attendant's careful announcement faintly entered her ears.

As if she was pulled out from a huge dark mouth that completely engulfed her, she shuddered, opened her eyes slowly, held the table with her hands, supported herself, and finally stood up.

She will not give up. She always thought, how could someone like him disappear like this? She recalled Liang Tuan, but she will continue to send people to look for him. If she doesn't see his body, she will not stop searching.

However, in the bottom of her heart, there was another voice that kept reminding her that that man, he was just a mortal person. He's gone, really gone.

During the few months when the emperor was unable to show his face, she secretly controlled the capital, and told the anxious ministers that His Majesty had been in Hexi because of the recurrence of old injuries during the imperial expedition, which made it inconvenient for the carriage and horses to be bumpy. Recuperate.

Such reasons can only appease everyone for a while, and cannot last for a long time. Forcibly concealing it will only lead to more guesses and doubts. Once it cannot be suppressed, turmoil will follow, and there will be all kinds of harms and no benefits.

As Mu Fulan, she can tell herself that he is still alive.

But as a country supervisor, she had to face this reality.

Her steps were flimsy at first, like stepping on a pile of cotton, but soon, she became firm.

When she walked out of the living hall, opened the door of the hall, and appeared in front of the palace servants in the twilight of dawn, she looked no different from normal except for the bloodshot eyes and pale face.

She slowly reported the names of several ministers and said, "Let them go to the imperial study."

The minister was led into the imperial study by the palace staff, and when he saw that the queen was already inside, he lowered his eyebrows and sat on a side seat behind the imperial case.

After the ceremony, Liu Guan asked the emperor about the current situation. He said: "The civil and military affairs of the court, both in and out of Beijing, are all waiting for your Majesty's class to return to the court. Your Majesty's injury is even more touching. This minister dares to ask for his life. I hope to go to Hexi to visit His Majesty, and ask the Queen for permission."

Mu Fulan raised her eyes and slowly pushed the letter she received a few months ago to the corner of the case.

Several people glanced at each other, bowed forward, took it, only glanced at it, and were stunned. After a while, with the sound of "His Majesty" and "Putong" kneeling on the ground, several people knelt down one after another. Some kept kowtowing, while others wept.

"Empress...this...confirmation?" Liu Guan asked in a trembling voice.

Mu Fulan said: "Liang Tuan returned to Beijing last night. For details, you can ask him."

Liang Tuan entered. She got up, walked past the ministers who surrounded Liang Tuan, walked out, and stood on the palace steps outside the hall. After a while, there was a sound of footsteps behind her.

She turned around slowly, her eyes passing over the sad face of the minister of civil and military affairs who ran out and knelt behind her.

She said: "Unfortunately, Your Majesty has passed away. The Crown Prince is not yet an adult. I am only a woman. The prince gave way to Xian, and I will not refuse."

She stood steady, her voice calm.

Several people burst into tears, and they were even more frightened.

Liu Pipeline: "Your Majesty's kindness to the minister is as heavy as a mountain, and the minister will die, and he cannot repay His Majesty's kindness. If the Queen has such thoughts again, the minister will have no choice but to die!"

Another minister sobbed: "The night before His Majesty's appointment of the Prince, a lesson was still in my ears, how could this minister dare to have a half-delusional thought? This minister is willing to swear allegiance to His Royal Highness, and ask the Empress to investigate!"

The rest of the people also kowtowed desperately, their foreheads touching the ground, making a bang.

Mu Fulan was silent for a moment, then turned to look at the prince who came out. He stepped forward and helped a few people up one by one.

"The queen mother said, as long as I am fully united and work together, no matter how difficult it is, I will be able to get through it smoothly. I am also convinced. From now on, I will rely on the masters for my mastery. Please accept me as a master. bye."

After he finished speaking, he respectfully bowed to Liu Guan and the others to thank them.

The ministers hurriedly knelt down again to show their loyalty to the young man.

That night, the lights in the imperial study were bright all night. Liu Guan and others gathered here. After repeated discussions and repeated consideration, they decided to continue to conceal the bad news on the grounds that His Majesty the Emperor was recovering from illness. After the situation was completely controlled, the news would be announced, a national mourning would be held, and the crown prince would be enthroned.

Mu Fulan sat quietly in the corner of the imperial study, looking at the figure of the young man and his minister discussing matters, gradually becoming fascinated.

When it was almost dawn, after the deliberation was over, the courtier retreated. He walked to Mu Fulan's side, and stretched out his hand to help her up carefully.

"Mother, you are tired. Your son will send you back to the palace to rest."

Mu Fulan walked out of this place, accompanied by her son, walked on the dim palace road, and returned to Ziwei Palace following the guidance of the shaking palace lanterns in the hands of the palace servants.

The boy wants to take her in.

She stopped and said, "You go to rest too, I didn't sleep last night."

The little boy looked at her and didn't leave.

Mu Fulan smiled at him: "You don't have to think too much, mother is fine. Go ahead, rest yourself, don't worry about me."

The young man slowly lowered his eyes, suddenly knelt down toward her, kowtowed heavily, and turned his head three steps at a time.

Mu Fulan watched his back go away, and his shoulders gradually collapsed.

She didn't know how she had spent the days and nights of the past few months. Thinking back at this moment, it seems that all I can remember is that it was dark and bright, day and night, endless alternation, chaotic, tiresome, and exhausting.

She slept on her head, drowsy, and she didn't know how long she slept, and when she slept again, vaguely, she seemed to hear a song. The song was faintly visible, as if it came from a dark corner in the far depths, and it seemed to be ringing in her ears, subtle and inexhaustible, like threads.

Finally, she heard clearly.

"If you don't accept the cold gold, how can you get the heart of an emperor..."

"If you don't accept Bi Hantian, how can you get the emperor's pity..."

Her eyelashes trembled, she slowly opened her eyes, woke up, she finally remembered, many years ago, when she was a child, she also lived in this palace, On the night when her aunt was dying, she seemed to have vaguely heard this ethereal song floating from the corner of the hall.

She opened her eyes wide and concentrated in the darkness, wanting to hear more clearly, but the song from the dream stopped abruptly.

There was only a dead silence in the ears.

She slowly closed her eyes, but tears fell. She began to cry silently, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She no longer has to fall into repeated hesitation and torment because the return date is approaching day by day, and she still doesn't know how to answer the man's question, almost tearing herself apart.

When she was unable to make a decision herself, God had already helped her make a decision.

That's it. The past life, this life, right or wrong, love or not love, are all gone, in my memory, I leave behind the back of the horse riding away under the moon in Xiguan, or, even such a back, can be completely forgotten as soon as possible , it couldn't be better.

In her previous life, she hoped that the man would care about her.

In this lifetime, she hoped that he would disappear in front of her eyes and never see him.

God treated her so favorably, that her wish for two lifetimes had been fulfilled in such a way at the same time.

She couldn't hold back any longer. In this dark, boundless night like the sea, she was suffocating, choking, trembling all over, and crying so much that she couldn't help herself.