Wishing You Eternal Happiness

It was late autumn when Jia Fu died. She remembered clearly that the garden full of hibiscus in the Jinbi Palace was well-opened, and from a distance, it looked like a cloud of neon clouds floating in the air.

She also remembered the afternoon scene very clearly.

She hadn't seen the emperor's face for many days, and the palace people said that the emperor could not untie her clothes and had been waiting for the emperor.

When she entered, she saw Empress Zhang's eyelids swollen and her expression haggard. Before leaving, she told her that the emperor called her so that she could serve her well.

The queen was amiable, just like her usual appearance.

Between the overlapping bright yellow curtains, there is a bitter and evil smell of spices and medicines. The hall was closed tightly, and the light in the deep hall was dim and heavy, like a shadow, covering her whole person.

Jiafu looked at the man named Xiao Yintang on the dragon bed, kneeling there, already half a stick of incense.

In just ten years, the imperial power of the Wei Dynasty has been changed four times. The reigns have changed from Tianxi, Chengning, and Yongxi to Zhaoping of Cheng Xian Emperor and Shizong Dynasty. There have been wars in the middle, which is not infrequent. At the beginning of the dynasty, Dawei completely ended the internal turmoil, the national power became stronger and stronger, and the people's livelihood was also stable. After Xiao Yintang took over the imperial power from his father, Sejong, the frontier of the northern part of the Northwestern frontier rose again. The new emperor was ambitious. Although the battle was difficult and won, he was accidentally injured. After returning to the court, his injury deteriorated, and the doctor was helpless. Now, bad news has begun to circulate in secret.

Xiao Yintang had been falling asleep, suddenly, his hands were raised up, dancing wildly in the air, as if he was struggling to resist something.

His eyes are still closed, but his brows are tightly clustered together, his expression is painful and frightened, cold sweat is constantly erupting from his forehead, and he seems to be suffering from some terrible nightmare.

Gaffer hurriedly got up, leaned over, and caught his cold, sweaty hand.

"Emperor, wake up—"

The next moment, she was pushed aside heavily by the emperor, and she fell to the ground. Despite the pain, she got up and approached again, only to hear him let out a few vague dreams.

"Youan! Youan! Is this the retribution you gave me? Let me go! Don't blame me! If you blame it, blame the father! It's all his sins—"

Xiao Yintang's throat gurgled, as if a pair of invisible hands was pinching him, breathing hard.

Gaffer's heart jumped suddenly. Xiao Yintang in the nightmare continued to babble, but changed his tone.

"I am the emperor! I am the emperor of the Great Wei! Pei Youan, I am not afraid of you! You shouldn't have lived in this world! Even if you become a ghost, how can you do it!"

He gritted his teeth, his face twisted, Flurry's hand just grabbed one of Gaffer's wrists, and immediately tightened his five fingers, his teeth creaked, and in an instant, the last strength of his whole body seemed to be condensed into these five fingers in the dream.

Feeling that her wrist bone was about to be crushed, Gaffer held up the severe pain and called him again.

Xiao Yintang finally awoke, suddenly opened his eyes, sweating coldly, and fixed his eyes on Jiafu beside him.

Jiafu's face was slightly pale, and she looked at him for a moment, and smiled at him: "The emperor, it's a concubine..."

Xiao Yintang loosened her wrist, and her arm dropped weakly.

Gaffer wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

He was pale, closed his eyes for a moment, and asked in a faint voice: "Afu, just now did you hear what I said in my dream?"

Gaffer gave a light pause with the hand of the handkerchief.

Pei Youan, the eldest son of the Weiguo Gongfu, was born inadequate since he was a child, frail and sickly, but he was super talented and never forgot to read. He was a scholar at the age of fourteen. The Emperor Tianxi loved him very much and ordered him to enter the Hongwen Pavilion. The famous name of "Prince in White, Young Prime Minister", Emperor Sejong also regarded him very seriously. Three years ago, he died in Anxi Jiedu as an envoy, never married for life, less than 30 years old.

It is said that on the night before his death, in Suye City, his old illness relapsed, he vomited blood and overflowed his glenoids. Bingzhu saw the visiting subordinates, and everyone cried, but his face did not change. He still talked and laughed freely, saying that he was a child with medicine stone. As a member of the team, it was once said that he would not live to be ten years old, and he has been living for more than twenty years. He died without regret.

The bad news of Pei's illness in a lonely city outside the Great Wall spread to the capital. It is said that the first emperor Shizong was overwhelmed with grief and fainted at the time.

After his death, he did not return to the ancestral mausoleum of Pei’s family. Instead, he was buried on the spot outside Suye City. The matter is extremely honorable and sorrowful.

Regarding the relationship, Pei Youan and Jiafu are also cousins, but apart from the accidental encounter many years ago, they have never had any contact.

"The concubine did not hear."

She replied, continuing to wipe his sweat for him.

Xiao Yintang exhaled slowly, then closed his eyes for a moment, his expression calmed down, and gently held Jiafu's hand, saying, Afu, I love you as life. Since I saw you for the first time, I have put you on the cusp of my heart. In recent years, except for not being able to give you a position, I have been pampering myself to the extreme. I'm going to go, all the funeral arrangements will be suspended, and I also have arrangements for your mother's family. The only thing I can't bear is you...

When I go, would you like to go with me?

He slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at her.

His face was gray and the brows were full of blue aura, this originally handsome face was covered with a faint breath of dying.

Gaffer sat down on his knees, looking at the emperor's eyes staring at him.

Why, you don't want to accompany me anymore?

He asked, smiling but not smiling.

My majesty, my concubine is willing.

She withdrew her hand, bowed her head in the direction of the dragon couch, touched the ground with her forehead, and couldn't kneel down.

Get closer to me. He stretched out his hand to her again, hugged her tightly with his last strength, and sighed for a long time. In the sigh, there was endless resentment and unwillingness.

"I am afraid of the loneliness of the underground palace. After I go, no one can explain it like you and make me forget my worries. I am even more afraid that I will leave and leave you alone in the world. From then on, you are lonely and helpless. Why don't you just go with me? , So I can rest assured."

"Afu, don't blame me. If there is an afterlife, I will promise you a queen..."

His lips pressed against her ears, and he murmured, his voice was full of tenderness.

…

In the fall of Shenguang's second year, Emperor Xiao Yintang, the emperor of the Wei Dynasty, died less than two years ago, and was named Dunzong.

The Duqinmu clan said Dun. The tree's virtue is pure and solid and said Dun.

Just as the emperor's virtues manifested by this posthumous title, Xiao Yintang left a decree that everyone praised before he died.

He said that I can't bear the death of human beings, so after I leave, all my concubines will be exempted from burial, so that I can live forever.

Since the previous dynasty, the emperor's death and the burial of women in the harem have been ruled, ranging from a few people to as many as hundreds. The Wei followed the old system. Xiao Yintang was only thirty years old and died suddenly. To the women in the harem, it was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky. They used to wash their faces with tears all day long. They only waited until the time was suspended to commit suicide and died in the underground palace, but he did not expect that the emperor would pardon their deaths. Although the fate of waiting is still Leng Gong Baitou, it is still a blessing to be alive compared to being forced to die after him now. Everyone is grateful for Dade, and those crying before the soul are also extraordinarily sincere.

But all this has nothing to do with Gaffer.

She had no sorrow or joy, and accepted such a destiny arrangement.

In this life, she has been like a floating Ping Ping without roots. After committing to Xiao Yintang, she has no name and no part, and she can't see her. It's not unexpected that she will end like this today.

But what she waited for was not the three-foot white silk she should have.

The newly promoted Queen Mother ordered her to be nailed into the precious golden nanmu coffin specially prepared for her. In this way, the first emperor was buried in the underground palace.

The first emperor ordered me to take care of your Zhen family. You can rest assured to go with the first emperor, I will live up to the first emperor's entrustment.

The Empress Dowager Zhang was no longer as generous as before, staring at her, and speaking to her word by word in an undisguised voice full of hatred.

The heavy coffin lid was pressed up, and the last light in front of him was squeezed out.

Gaffer's last world turned into pitch black. She was forever enclosed in the narrow space under this underground palace, and she could no longer go out.

No struggle, no call. Knowing that, whether it is struggling or calling, everything is in vain.

This is her destiny, destined.

She cannot be born, marry, or die.

The air became thinner and thinner, and her chest was painful because she couldn't breathe. In the long and dying torture, her nails began to uncontrollably grab the coffin that could be touched, on the golden wooden board, Leaves a trail of scratches.

At this time, she knew that she was also afraid of death, and the boundless oppression from the underground darkness that accompanied death was unimaginable when she was in the world.

She knows, in fact, she wants to live, to continue to live, no matter how difficult it is, she also wants to live.

But it was too late. In this life, she has come to an end. This is how her life ended.

If she hadn't married her second cousin in the past, if she hadn't met Xiao Yintang later, how would she look like in this life?

She began to cry, tears flowed, but crying would only consume more air and make her more painful.

Various bizarre hallucinations began to appear in front of her eyes. At the end of the light and shadow, in a trance, she seemed to see a man, piercing the endless darkness of the underground palace, and walking towards her with a smile.

She recognized that he was her father.

Many years ago, when she was only thirteen years old, her father went to sea. She sent him to the port. Before stepping on the deck, her father promised her that he would bring her back a string of purple shark beads this time. Necklace made.

The purple mackerel pearls are produced in remote overseas and exotic regions. Not only do they glow at night, but the legend can also bring good luck to people. Those who walk on the sea are lucky if they can meet them.

"With it on, Dad's Afu will go smoothly for the rest of his life, free from disease and disaster."

His father's voice and smile at the time are still vivid at this moment.

But after that trip to sea, he never came back.

"Afu, Dad is back and brought you a necklace, do you like it?"

Father looked at her with endless love in his eyes.

"father-"

Gaffer smiled and shed tears, and stretched out a hand to him, calling his father, the man who had loved her most in the world.

The last precious breath of air escaped from her lungs. Her hands with broken and bleeding fingernails slowly dropped from the air feebly, resting on the soft and warm chest, with a smile on her lips.