In the past, he was drunk and beautiful, but he hated flowers and falling flowers; Sima Qing shirts were old in tears, because the wind could not get the lute.

The silent picture, like a silent movie, passed by a paragraph from the depths of memory.

There is joy in children, there is caution when teenagers, there are joys when young people go to school, there is the calmness of life after marriage, there are ascending to the emperor as a thin ice, and there are countless moments when the emperor's wise praise.

At that time, the emperor's sea of heaven, the mighty four sides!He is the Sunday!Heck with the crowd of people.Within the four seas, the monarchs of the nations are low.

The memory of the picture, and this year, the green beauty accompanied him in the happy time.

“Ah...”

Ning Yi's heart shouted, the whole person seemed to suddenly rise from the deep water, the five feelings recovered in an instant, and the sound around him came like a tide.He opened his eyes weakly.The feeling of dizzyness remained.The arm moved.

The little eunuch who was standing on the bedside exclaimed excitedly, "Long live you wake up, long live you are awake."

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A new moon hangs lightly in the sky.The Great Palace, the House of Hearts.The trees are mottled.The light morning sun floated in the garden and the temple.

After three days, the news of the awakening of the eternal son of heaven made the Daming Palace boiling.The news spread quickly.

The Tai doctor who was guarding the temple outside the heart-warming hall, the eunuch director Yuan Qi and others entered the temple first, and later, the queen of Zhen, who lived in the next small temple, brought Prince Ningyan to the next door.

Ning 淅 side head in the pillow, the pulse of the doctor changed another.He asked weakly, “Big companion, when is it?”

The old eunuch Yuan Qi bowed his waist and choked: "Long live, it is the first two minutes of the eighth in February (05:30)."

Last winter, Tianzi and Qingmei admired snow in Daming Palace and caused a fever.The palace and the palace are very accusing the green people.The South study of Dr. Cai, Master Ji and others, all advised Tianzi not to be favored by the beautiful people.

And the queen once locked up the green beauty and prepared to give death.Fortunately, the son recovered from the fever at that time.

In the New Year, in order to prove that his body is okay, he skimmed the responsibility of Qingqing and beautiful people, and participated in various sacrificial activities without a complete recovery of the body.After the feast, I was tired and sick again.This time, the disease was repeated and serious.

God is often unconscious and full of nonsense.Three days later, God woke up again.

Ning is slightly lost.Has he been in a coma for so long?

The lamp of the temple of the heart is like the day.Queen Zhenyi with her 13-year-old son, Prince Ningyan, is waiting for the results of the doctors on the bed.Her gems, all tears.The mood of the heart is complicated!Even though there are thousands of complaints, the man who fell asleep in bed was finally her husband.

After the four doctors took turns in the front of the diagnosis, they did not dare to take the medicine, but fell on their knees together, "Long live the forgiveness!"

Feng Jin's tears suddenly came out of Yuan Eun-jun, desperately restrained, and did not dare to cry.Why not cure it?What a good man God is!

“Oh...” Ning sighed.He is mentally prepared.He had heard the Lord say.A man remembers his life before he dies.Sometimes, even in a second, you can turn the picture in your memory out.Sometimes the process is long.Did he not dream of his life?

Ning Ying looked at the doctors who knelt on the ground and said, “Get up!”I know people have destiny.I don't blame you."To Yuan Eun-jun: "Go to the three gentlemen of the military aircraft department, the three bachelors in the South study, and the sister of Xiao, Cheng Geer, they come."

Yushu looked at the queen.

The queen nodded with tears, she was difficult to believe and had to accept the current facts, and said, “You go.”Heaven is here."

Yuan Eun-jun left hurriedly with a few small eunuchs, full of sadness.

Ning Ying saw his beautiful and elegant wife and thought about the coldness of her in the past few years.Feeling guilty.The Queen's son is like a long sister, taking care of him.Sometimes he couldn’t stop trying to escape from her.The eyes fell on their eldest son again, and the laborious beckoning, "July, come!"

Ning Yan went to the bed, holding his father's cold, pale hand, and weeping: "Father..." 13-year-old prince already understood the truth.

Ning Ying's heart surged up to the feeling of licking the calf, and softly said, "Good boy, the father and the emperor are not finished."The father invited the master to come to the master.You study well with him.You will be a good emperor."

The queen could not help but interject, and the tearful woman's advice: "Long live the spring and autumn, don't make this unknown word."It's unlucky after all!These doctors can't do it, it doesn't mean that they really don't go through.Maybe there is hope.

Ning Yi smiled bitterly, gasped, and said, “Princess, I know my own business.”I have been sorry for you all these years.”

A "sorry" made the Queen of tears fall and sob.

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Time is passing by.University students Zeng Jin, Xiao Shi, Yin Peng, Shaofu Ling Ning, Ningcheng, Cai Yi, Jicheng, Wei Yuanqin several people in Yongxing 11th in the afternoon of the eighth of February in the early eighth of the afternoon.

In the wilderness, the news spread.

At this time, the public opinion of the court's public opinion newspaper remained silent.The health of God cannot be reported when there is no conclusion.The editor-in-chief of the Pravda newspaper, Xiao Mengxi, controls public opinion.However, the newspapers did not say, and the streets were all over the streets.

The letter to Jia Huan also spread rapidly to Jiangnan.The news is also spreading to the north and south.From this, it can be seen that the mediocreness of the ruling Zaifu was once impervious.He was powerless to suppress the undercurrents.

The evening came.Ning Xiao and Ning Cheng brothers and sisters, as royals, did not wait with the courtiers in the industrious temple of the West Warm Pavilion.Rather, it is in the hall next to the temple of the heart.

The golden red sunset reflects the beautiful royal garden.Ning was dressed in a light pink palace, sitting in a chair drinking tea and meditating.The face is amazing.

Ning Cheng was carrying his hands and looking at the sunset at the window.With a sigh of relief, “Oh...” How did his good brother become so sick at once?

The doctor's diagnosis, they know when it comes in the afternoon.The general reason is that the physical deficit of Tianzi has been serious in the past two years and has not been rejuvenated.Last winter was a big illness and it hurt.In the New Year, various festivals, New Year's Day and other affairs are heavy, falling ill due to fatigue, wind and cold, and it is difficult to eliminate.

Ning Cheng did not turn back and said, "Sister, I heard that the queen blames you for not asking the son of heaven not to be close to the beautiful people."

God’s grace is beautiful for two years or so.Mr. Jia, who is far away in Jinling, knows.

Ning Yi sighed gently and said, “How can I persuade you?”An adult emperor, ascending the throne for more than ten years, has seen the pomp of the four seas, where can be a child to see?

She and Jia Huan are persuading Tianzi to pay attention to exercise and maintain their bodies.Who would have thought of his illness, such a hurry?

As the two brothers were talking, the heart-warming temple was moving: God woke up.

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At about 7 p.m. at the eighth night of February 11th, the Great Ming Palace, the Queen Zhen, the prince, Ningtiao, and the courtiers were all before the royal palace.The atmosphere is sad and sad.

After 11 years, the life of the eternal son is coming to an end.For a emperor, 11 years of enthralling is not a short time.It is an unusual pity for Ning Ying himself.He is only 30 years old this year.

Ning Ying returned to the light, took Prince Ningyan's hand, put it in the hand of the university student Zeng Jin, and said, "It is not a fake year, what do I do for it?"Mr. Wang Zeng assisted the prince, and created the great week again!”Looking around, through the face of the queen, through the face of Ning Yi, Ning Cheng, they nodded slightly.There is inexhaustible guilt.But at the end of the day, what does it mean to say?

His eyes slowly narrowed.He has too many things to explain.For example, the green beauty he wants to protect.He could not see the man.He is sorry for the cultivation of these years, high expectations!

Does he blame him?

I feel sorry for the Queen.Leave her alone.Sorry Prince.Is it appropriate to throw the world like this to the prince?

“Father!”

“Your Majesty!”

“Long live!”

All the people of the temple are on their knees.Forever the death of God!

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When God dies, Chicago will ring the bell.The bells of the five-fingtang tower at the noon gate prevail.In this ringing of bells.

The hour, Pengfu.

In the beautiful study window, Peng Shijun looked at the dark night sky and whispered to Tao Tai, the belly of tonight's visit: "You can do it!"