Eastward Flow

twelve

Frontline wars are tight, and the DPRK and Chinese ministers are about to move. Zhong Lishuo Guang spent more than half of his energy to stabilize the DPRK and Chinese forces. Therefore, after the summer, the already weak body is not as good as the day.

The North Central should now be headed by the Northern Expedition. If she fell ill again, the courtiers who had shifted their sights would surely make waves in the North, and then affect the front line. Zhong Lishuo had to support his illness, and was cautious everywhere, replacing everyone around him with an absolutely loyal Jiantian Division.

But after the first vomiting, Zhong Lishuo became more and more weak. Until she fainted in the Royal Study Room due to a headache, and the medical engineer Zhuang Zili tried to stop her, she did not continue to attend the meeting the next day.

"Lonely, how long can it last?" In the midsummer season, Zhong Lishuo was wrapped in a thick big salamander, sitting on the bed, looking down at the middle-aged medical worker who sat next to her bed, smiling bitterly.

"Your Majesty, after I have searched through all the medical books in Hongwenge, and compared various types of ills, my Majesty should be in a hurry. It is imperative that someone be sent to the southern Xinjiang to find medicine, to rest and recuperate. Don't worry about state affairs." Head, looking at the pale emperor, his face was sore.

"Gu just asks you, how long can Gu be able to survive." Zhong Lishuo avoided this question, looking at Zhuang Zili with a pair of clear eyes, and said, "Can you help Gu to survive this bitter summer?"

The queen's army had regained the Yueyueguan Pass and drove the barbarian army into the grassland. After summer, the barbarian royal court could be destroyed, and Dachu was completely stable.

As long as that time is up, it is not too late to come back to recuperate.

"Your Majesty!" Zhuangzi called out, his voice filled with intolerance.

"If you are not lonely, you should not be alone, but if you send someone to the southern Xinjiang to leak the wind, you are alone ..." She stopped and said something, taking a deep breath, and said to Zhuang Zili: "Therefore, Lord Zhuang is troubled."

Zhuang Zili was really helpless and had to accept the emperor. But he never gave up, comparing various ancient books, until he recognized the poison of the emperor.

It was the blood poison of the blood cicada, which had perished in the brightest summer. Without treatment, the emperor would not survive this summer. Aware of this, Zhuang Zili went to the emperor panicfully, just at this time his disciples also found out about this matter. After several choices, the emperor finally chose to send Zhuang Zili's disciples to Nanjiang for medicine. .

Just a few days before the emperor sent people to southern Xinjiang, the flood flooded Wanzhou, and Wanzhou's assassinations were all in southern Xinjiang by the Chu army.

The rebels in Wanzhou flooded the two states in Zhongwan like a flood, but they attacked the outer city of Yuanzhou on the 10th. The DPRK and China sent Wuying to the states for help, but all the states got up because of the Wanzhou rebellion.

At this time, Zhong Lishuo had realized that this country, which had sowed the heartfire when the kings of the Chu Kingdom rebelled, would sooner or later be drowned by the flood. The only thing she could ask for was the army that was far north.

This turbulent flow will destroy the Chu country with the tendency of destroying and dying.

The building will tip.

This was the only feeling that Zhong Lishuo was watching the reinforcements sent by the queen when he was blocked in Wanzhou. At this moment, she had foreseen her doomed death.

So she ordered the Jinpaowei to break through and sent away batches of Yuanzhou nobles.

She was determined to hand over Yuanzhou City, as officials thought, to make Beidu Lizhou the new imperial capital. She arranged everything well, including the people in the city.

The leader of the rebels attacked her in righteousness, and there were many collusions. So on the grounds of righteousness, she wrote down her sins three times, allowing Taiyiguan Taoists to spread throughout Kyushu, protecting the people caught in the war.

Zhong Lishuo carried the infamous backlogs of his ancestors and grandchildren for three generations, and finally waited until the palace became an empty city.

She dismissed all the servants in the palace, and the commander of the Tianjian Tianshi guarded the people who wanted to flee north, and she stayed in the lonely palace with Jinpaowei.

The silent Chaohui Hall was empty. Wearing a heavy robe, she sat in front of the book case and wrote the only copy of the book that she would stay in the world.

It was a book of Zen for the Queen.

Xing Ming once said that her queen would be the destiny lord who ended the Zhongli dynasty. Now it is time for the fate of the stars to be fulfilled.

Zhong Lishuo knew that he couldn't live this summer. Zhong Li can inherit the throne, except for Zhong Li curtain. But she knew enough about Zhong Limu's character, and she could see the current situation. If Zhong Limu inherited the throne, she would be a puppet king.

The burden of the world is too heavy, and her younger brother has no backbone. What's more, there is no need for Chu to continue.

This should be the country of Daqing for the people. Only the monarch chosen by the East Emperor can open the country of Daqing, so she chose to give up the throne of Chan to 禤 景 宸.

She wrote with a pen, and wrote the most suitable king in her heart in a book, preaching Kyushu.

With the last drop, she lifted the jade seal in her hand and stamped her seal heavily.

Zhong Lishuo breathed a sigh of relief, tied the written script slowly and placed it next to the case.

Zhong Lishuo relaxed his body and stared at the table. A sting came from his heart. She covered her mouth, and coughed a few times while holding her body. An echo resounded in the empty temple, lonely like her eyes.

Zhong Lishuo coughed for a while, released his hand, looked at the blood in his palm, and took out a silk scarf with a pale face, and slowly wiped the blood from his hand. She took a deep breath several times, straightened her waist, spread out the rice paper, and wrote with a pen.

Her hands were shaking so hard, like a sieve, but when the pen tip fell on the paper, it was surprisingly flat. A soft nib was drawn across the delicate rice paper, writing one stroke at a time:

"Zi Tong Ru Yu: This book is alone, and goodbye to Qing Yong ..."

She coughed, and the trembling nib made a thick stroke on the paper. Zhong Lishuo panted, shook his hand and replaced a piece of rice paper, and wrote again:

"Xi Jun went down, mist and rain. Today I return, Yang Liu Yiyi."

Her hand was shaking, pressing her pen end as hard as possible, and breathing hard, she continued to write down.

She wrote an agreement with the queen about the cherry blossoms when she was downstairs, but the queen was late and missed the flowering period. The cherry blossoms are thankful, she can't wait for the queen.

"Remorse, don't swear by the wind."

If it had been known that day, she would have expressed her love for the Queen anyway.

She should have loved the queen at first sight, and Fang couldn't live up to the affections that followed him for many years.

Zhong Lishuo was sweating on her forehead, she shook her hand, but gradually she could not see the handwriting on the rice paper. She coughed as she looked at the blurry writing on the white rice paper, shaking a line.

The handwriting combined with the sound of cough, Zhong Lishuo wrote, "Flow in Guihui, farewell to Qing Yong."

She coughed hard, shaking like a leaf falling in the north wind. The hand holding the pen tightened tightly, and Zhong Lishuo almost held the pen to make the last stroke.

She shakes off the pen in her hand, releases the hand covering her mouth, shakes herself up, and presses her hands against the rice paper.

Sweat and blood stains stained the white rice paper, and Zhong Lishuo supported the table with both hands, looking at the weak writing, and coughed violently.

After another, it seemed as if the heart and lungs were about to spit out. She coughed with cold sweat, and in the blurred vision, she grabbed a corner of the rice paper, ripped apart, crumpled the newly written letter, and threw it vigorously.

"Haha ... haha"

She started laughing, higher than a moment, as if crazy, laughing upright. Then the throat was blocked by the surge of blood gas, and he bowed his head sharply, spurting the first blood in support of the book case.

Then he intermittently vomited several mouthfuls.

The blood stained the satin on the book case, Zhong Lishuo looked at the blood stain, shaking and crying and laughing, "I don't want to die ... I don't want to die ..."

She thought there were at least a dozen years left. She thought she could wait for the Queen.

"solitary……"

"Why lonely ... but lonely ..."

"Because your surname is Zhongli ... you are the ruler of Dachu!"

"Because you are guilty!"

She cried, and threw away the paperweight she felt at hand. Then came the pen and the book case, and she threw out everything she could touch, leaving only the closed copybook.

Tears raged, and the blood from the mouth dripped down the jaw and fell on Zhong Lishuo's white collar. She pushed hard at a desk, but the whole person slumped backwards, hitting the chair and falling to the ground.

The hard slate hurt her body and she lay on the ground, curled up by the pain from the inside out. She hugged herself, curled up, and wept silently.

In the silent Chaohui Palace, only Yu Zhonglio sobbed, as if the wail of a young animal, full of despair.

She loved her life so much, and was so afraid of her death, but at this moment, she couldn't refuse to choose to die.

Perhaps it was a quarter of an hour, or several hours, and the pain of the maggots was suspended, and Zhong Lishuo slowly knelt down from the ground. She raised her hand, wiped her tears, got up and hugged the written script, and walked towards the palace with a sigh.

The waiter in the palace ran as early as yesterday. She was holding a stack of books and passed through the silent corridor. She came to her dormitory and stood in front of the coronation that had been prepared for the first time .

Without the waiter, she had to wet the Jinpa with the tea that had cooled off, and wipe the stains off her face. For the first time, she put on a tedious corset, combed her messy hair in front of the mirror, and finally buckled the crown.

She sat in front of the mirror, and looked at her appearance in the dress of the crown by the setting sun.

Suddenly and majestic, it is what an emperor should have. So she took a deep breath, got up and clasped the jade symbol of the royal family, accompanied by the shakuhachi that the queen gave her, holding the paper scroll, and went to the Qianyuan Hall, decently to her death.

It was the last sunset in her life. She opened every window of Qianyuan Hall, and finally sat on the supreme throne. On the throne, Zhong Lishuo struck the crown, looking at the sunset to cover the entire Chaohui Hall.

It was the longest and most pleasant evening she had had since she was sixteen.

She doesn't have to think about courtiers, she doesn't need to care about the people, and she doesn't have to think about the future.

Solidified in the last days of her life, it was Qi Jingyan's wedding dress that appeared in the Qianyuan Hall as a fire, stunning all the years.

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