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Huang Yixing held back his tears and saw that Emperor Jia'an's face was turning blue, but he still stared at the child with longing on his face.
He stretched out his hand and took the child over. The small ball was wrapped in swaddling clothes. It was thin and soft, like a new willow bud, as if it would be pinched with force.
Huang Yixing held the child in his arms and placed it solemnly in Emperor Jia'an's arms beside the couch. He was no longer able to pick up the child, but he tried his best to lock the child in his arms, smiling intermittently:
"Sanlang, my Zhui'er, why are you crying?"
He is already a little confused and cannot tell the difference between Yan Zhao and Yan Zhui. He may even not remember that his grandson was just born, and confuses the child at this time with Yan Zhui when he was born.
His memory went back to twenty-one years ago, when Yan Zhui was just born. The emperor had a faint smile on his face, softly coaxed the child in his arms, and shouted, "Zhui, don't cry."
At that time, he was not a father for the first time, but perhaps when his two previous sons were born, he was too young and did not understand the feeling of being a father.
But Yan Zhui was different. When he was born, Emperor Jia'an was no longer young. He shed his childishness and was granted the title of Crown Prince. It was the time when he was in a state of unparalleled glory.
There is nothing missing, only an heir.
Yan Zhui¡¯s birth was what he had been looking forward to for a long time.
¡°His chasing son has a mother who comes from a noble family, and has inherent advantages and bloodline. He is the son he has placed great hopes on from the beginning.
When Jinggu brought the newly born Yan Zhui to Emperor Jia'an, he felt palpitated and moved. Even though many years had passed, he could still remember it vividly when he thought about it.
But compared to the young emperor, his mouth and nose were bloody at this time, and his appearance was not friendly. When he grinned, his tongue and teeth were stained with blood, which made him look a bit scary.
But for some reason, when Yan Zhui heard these words, he was even more touched than when he heard Emperor Jia'an's appropriate arrangements for him before.
This ruthless emperor personally ordered his mother to die. The man who never mentioned a word to Concubine Cui before his death was holding his son and calling him 'Zhui'er'.
"Don't cry if you chase me. Mine, mine, the country, it's yours it's yours"
Yan Zhui lowered his eyes, and the coldness and resentment in his heart gradually dissipated when Emperor Jia'an smiled and coaxed the baby in his arms.
This powerful emperor was murderous and cold-hearted, but in the end he didn't care at all.
There was a smile on the corner of the emperor's mouth, but his eyes gradually lost their luster. The child in his arms was kicking his legs and still crying.
A newly born baby lies next to a person who is about to lose his life. The line between life and death is like a thin line.
The Zichen Palace echoed with the cry of the baby. Yan Zhui thought of the emperor with a complicated expression.
He gained some in one day, but lost some. Fortunately, he was accompanied by Fu Minghua and the children given to them by God.
Yan Zhao's cries made the large but cold Zichen Palace even more noisy. Du Xuanzhen and other courtiers, as well as a group of internal servants and palace people all knelt on the ground, and the emperor's voice was no longer heard for a long time.
Huang Yixing raised his head bravely, only to see the emperor leaning on the couch, facing the child in his arms whose face was red from crying. His eyes had lost their luster and he had long since made no sound, but his expression still remained gentle.
He was so frightened that his voice was hoarse, and he shouted loudly:
"The imperial medical order, where is the imperial medical order? Come in quickly!"
Zhang Mu, Zhou Ji and others rushed into the palace in panic. They tremblingly reached out to touch Emperor Jia'an's breath, and then touched the veins on his neck. Zhou Ji raised the emperor's wrist and squeezed it for a long time before turning his head to look at Zhang Mu. , there was a look of horror in their eyes, and they cried for a long time:
"I am guilty, the emperor has already"
The two of them did not dare to say the rest.
Emperor Jia'an was no longer breathing, but for a moment, no one dared to be the first to say "die".
Under the light, the faces of the two imperial doctors were pale, and the suppressed cries of the courtiers in the palace could be heard.
Yan Zhui knelt for a long time and reached out to touch Emperor Jia'an's heart. The two imperial doctors knew that their efforts were in vain, but they still pricked him with needles, but the emperor no longer responded.
"The emperor passed away." Yan Zhui sighed, and Huang Yixing cried loudly.
Du Xuanzhen rolled up the written imperial edict of Emperor Jia'an, lay on the ground and began to cry.
Yan Zhui looked at Emperor Jia'an's face on the bed and suddenly saidI can¡¯t tell what I feel in my heart.
"The emperor has said earlier that he would like the crown prince to ascend the throne immediately to preside over the ceremony."
Du Xuanzhen burst into tears, but he remembered the last words of Emperor Jia'an. He was worried that the country would not be without a king for a day, so he asked Yan Zhui to ascend the throne as emperor immediately before his Lingshu, and then deal with other chores.
The other ministers also nodded.
Yan Zhui took a deep breath, calmed down his feelings, and then calmly ordered Huang Yixing to have someone carry Yan Zhao down first, and then asked the waiter to prepare hot water to lift Emperor Jia'an to bathe and change clothes.
The emperor had been feeling unwell for a long time, so hot water in the palace and servants to serve him had been prepared long ago.
At this time, several chamberlains, under the personal guidance of Huang Yixing, lifted the emperor up on the couch before he died. His body was not stiff, but he moved quickly.
There were endless cries in the palace, mixed with the baby's loud cries. Yan Zhui recalled that when the emperor circled the child before, he called "my Zhui'er", and sighed longly.
That night, the lights in Zichen Palace were brightly lit, and the death knell rang again, getting louder and louder in the middle of the night.
Fu Minghua, who had fallen asleep in Prince Qin's Mansion, was awakened by the sound of the bell. Nanny Xue was a little panicked and looked at her worriedly.
At this moment, even if she had just given birth, she would not be able to rest her body once the emperor was gone.
There were many things for her to take care of inside and outside the palace, and the real suffering only began at this time.
The servants in the mansion can only serve you more attentively and thoughtfully.
??Fu Minghua slept for a while, and her cheeks saw a trace of blood. Her body was well maintained, and the baby was not heavy when he was born. She was well prepared before the birth, and Granny Xue and the others were by her side to protect her, so she did not suffer much.
"My Majesty, I left at three o'clock in the morning last night."
??A blue face came in with a haggard look, talking about what happened last night. At this time, the emperor collapsed again, and things were bound to change in the palace.
King Qin came back to Luoyang at this time. The news came last night that he had been crowned the crown prince. He must be very busy at this time.
¡°So many things happened in this short day. When Fu Minghua heard that Concubine Cui was dead, her face instantly turned pale. She was so smart that she had already guessed some of it.
Especially when Concubine Cui died just after Yan Zhui left the city, what should she give in return for such a sentiment? (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com