Unparalleled Concubine

   Chapter 313 Congrats to the Son of Heaven!

   Since ancient times, the profession of emperor has rarely lived long.

  Most of them died at the age of 30 or 40. There are all kinds of ways to die, but most of them are because of poor health.

   may be this kind of supreme position in the world, which requires a hard enough fate to be able to bear it.

   And although the emperor of Chengde was in good health, but after being stabbed, the root of the disease fell. After barely holding on for a month, he finally came to an end.

   At this time, he was no longer able to speak, but he could barely hear some voices. The emperor was in a daze, and only heard some cries and the voices of a few princes talking.

   Among the princes who stayed in Beijing, the third prince was the first to arrive at the Changle Palace. After arriving at the Changle Palace, he did not say a word, knelt directly in front of the emperor's window, and wept bitterly: "Father..."

  The emperor tried his best to open his eyes a little, and saw his third son, whose clothes were not very neat, and knelt in front of him in embarrassment.

Pity…

  The emperor felt a little regretful in his heart.

  This third son was originally a very good candidate for the heir, with the courage to enterprising and pure filial piety, but unfortunately he has shortcomings in his temperament and cannot be entrusted with great responsibility.

   Not long after, His Royal Highness King Wei also rushed over, and he fell to his knees and trembled: "Father..."

   His voice choked: "Father, please wake up and take a look at my son..."

  The emperor wanted to respond to these two sons, but unfortunately, he only had his last breath, and really didn't have the strength to speak again.

   At this moment, the sky has gradually dimmed.

  The fourth prince, Ji Huan, was the last to arrive at the Changle Palace's bedroom. When he arrived, he knelt on the ground, gritted his teeth and said nothing.

   Of course he was also sad in his heart. After all, human hearts are made of flesh. The emperor of Chengde was kind and generous, and he never treated his sons harshly. Now that he is going to die, the fourth prince is naturally very sad.

   But more is not convinced.

The Crown Prince has done nothing but eat, drink, prostitute and gamble over the years, and he has worked hard to manage courtiers for so many years, and now he can be said to have great powers in the courtroom. In his opinion, he should be the Crown Prince no matter what. , but in the end, they couldn't compete for the word "Dilong".

  Prince is not a heir, to be exact, he just lost to the word "long".

   Several sons in the capital have all arrived, and the emperor is relieved.

   He no longer has the ability to control the situation. After closing his eyes, the situation in the capital will depend on how God arranges it.

  Thinking of this, the emperor slowly closed his eyes and moved his mouth.

  Prince was also kneeling on the ground. Seeing this, he quickly stood up and listened to it, wanting to hear clearly.

  The emperor exhausted all his strength and said the last sentence.

   "Mo... no hands... siblings... cannibalism."

  The Crown Prince thought this sentence was addressed to him. Hearing the words burst into tears, he lowered his head and said, "Father, please rest assured, my son will write it down. A few brothers don't do rude things, and my son...will not be difficult for them."

  The emperor's eyes widened, but he refused to close his eyes.

Chen Ju, who was beside him, understood the emperor's intentions, he stood up with tears in his eyes, and choked: "Your Majesty has decreed that the princes should be in harmony with each other, and not to kill each other!"

   His Royal Highness King Wei, who was kneeling on the side, was shocked.

   He knew clearly in his heart that this will was told to him, and the Son of Heaven meant that if King Wei wins, he is not allowed to kill several brothers.

   His Royal Highness King Wei lowered his head and gritted his teeth.

  Father, since you created the situation in front of you, you should have imagined that there is no room for not killing people.

  He raised his head and looked at His Royal Highness, who was serving by the bedside, and felt ruthless in his heart.

   After this night, either the eldest brother will die or I will die, there is no third possibility.

   Among the crowd, only the **** Chen Ju fully understood the meaning of the Son of Heaven. The **** secretly glanced at His Royal Highness King Wei, who was kneeling at the head.

  Once the King of Wei is in chaos, the princes will inevitably die. I hope that the backhand left by His Majesty will come in handy.

   After hearing what Chen Ju said aloud, the emperor was finally satisfied. He only felt that he was extremely tired and his eyelids were extremely heavy.

  In the end, the emperor of Chengde, who had succeeded in the great Jin Dynasty, could not hold it any longer, and slowly closed his eyes.

  The **** Chen Ju, who has been the master and servant of the emperor of Chengde for decades, suddenly trembled in his heart and stepped forward to touch the emperor's breath.

   His old fingers trembled.

   Finally, the big **** made a sound that sounded like a cry but not a cry like a night owl.

   He knelt on the ground and wailed, "Your Majesty... it's great!"

   As soon as this sentence came out, the cry in Changle Palace shook the sky.

   A prince and five princes all knelt in front of the window of the emperor, weeping endlessly.

At this time, the court officials also received the news. Five Zaifu led the civil and military officials and knelt outside the gate of Changle Palace in unison. After hearing the cries in the hall, these officials also began to wipe their tears. even more sobbing.

  The concubines and concubines in the palace were not allowed to enter the palace. After hearing Chen Ju's words, they burst into tears outside the gate of Changle Palace. Even the eunuchs and palace maids knelt down and cried bitterly.

   Among these people, although many of them agree, at least half of them shed a few tears for the sake of the emperor.

The old people in the palace all know that the emperor today is far more benevolent than Emperor Xianwu. Emperor Wu has a violent temper, and the palace staff are prone to die. If a mistake is made, there is usually no danger.

  The palace was crying loudly.

   The fat prince knelt beside the emperor's bed and cried bitterly for a while. Finally, an official from the East Palace ran behind the prince and reminded him in a low voice.

   "Your Highness, it's time to ring the bell."

  According to the rules of the Great Jin Dynasty, when the emperor collapsed and passed away, the big bell should be ringed nine times, nine times before and after, a total of eighty-one tones, to send the emperor dragon to the sky.

   His Highness the Crown Prince finally reacted. He wiped his tears and sent the order: "I will ring the bell immediately, and immediately hang white flags up and down the capital, and send off the royal father!"

"Yes."

   After a while, the bells in the palace rang loudly.

   The big bell vibrated nine times in total. After a quarter of an hour, it vibrated again, and rang nine more times.

  The sound of the bell was deafening and deafening, not to mention the entire capital, at least every household in Yonglefang heard it.

   At this time, Li Xin of the Wei Palace was discussing with Hou Jingde and others about the specific action to wait for a while. Suddenly, a bell sounded, Li Xin and others stopped talking instantly, and listened to the sad bells with bated breath.

  clang...clang...

After    nine times, Li Xin froze in place and muttered to himself.

   "The Son of Heaven... is gone."

   Ye Lin and Hou Jingde both knelt down and kowtowed in the direction of the imperial city.

   In desperation, Li Xin also knelt down.

   "My minister...Wait, send off to your majesty."

   At this time, not only in the palace of the King of Wei, but in the entire Yongle Square, and even in the entire capital, all those who heard the bells put down what they were doing, kneeled on the ground respectfully, and kowtowed to send the emperor to the funeral.

   And in the forbidden room in the palace, a middle-aged man in blue clothes naturally heard these nine bells.

   He sat on the chair in the quiet room, silent for a long time, with no expression on his face, like a wooden man, as if he would not move.

   After a while, two lines of tears flowed down Li Shen's face. He stood up from his chair and knelt down in the direction of Changle Palace.

   "Chen... Li Jinchen, send off to your majesty."

   Li Shen's face was still wet with tears.

   "I really didn't think about harming you..."

   He was almost talking to himself.

   There should be two more chapters!

   (end of this chapter)