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Part One: Penghu Storm Chapter 431 Song of Everlasting Regret

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    Huang Taiji is fifty-one this year, and he is mentally prepared for Concubine Chen's illness. The imperial doctor once told him that Concubine Chen's condition is just for a while.

    Back then, Jiao Niang suffered a misfortune and died suddenly, without being able to see her. For this, Huang Taiji regretted deeply.  Now that Hai Lanzhu is critically ill, he must meet her no matter what. Otherwise, it will be another regret that can never be made up for.  Therefore, regardless of his serious illness, he rode horses and galloped along the way. It took him six days to go and only four days to come back.  However, as soon as he entered Huaiyuan Gate, he received the news of Concubine Chen's death.  He cried: "It's too late after all."

    When they arrived at Guanju Palace, they saw that Concubine Chen's body had been carried to the outhouse and placed on the seven-star board. Huang Taiji rushed forward, supported the body and cried bitterly: "Hai Lanzhu, I came back late, I'm sorry for you, Hailan  Zhu, didn¡¯t you say you would live and die with me? Why did you let me go?¡±

    He looked at Hai Lanzhu's face, which was still the same as when he was alive: "Hai Lanzhu, you came late and left quickly. Could it be that you came here intentionally to torture me? If you die now, what's the point of my life?"

    The Empress, Concubine Zhuang, and others came over to persuade her: "Your Majesty, Concubine Chen passed away peacefully and without suffering any harm. Before she died, I specifically told you that your Majesty is closely related to the country, the country, and the country. You must not interfere with state affairs because of my death."

    After Huang Taiji heard this, he burst into tears again: "Hai Lanzhu understood the righteousness well. He passed away at an early age this year. How can I not be heartbroken?"

    The Queen and Concubine Zhuang helped Huang Taiji to the inner room. Huang Taiji saw the head of the southern kang where the two of them slept together in the past, the pipa hanging on the wall, and the golden history on the top of the kangseeing things and thinking about them.  people.  He was even more grief-stricken. After crying for a while, he fainted.

    Daishan was so anxious that he complained: "This eighth brother is too affectionate. He will faint when he moves. How can this be done?" He said to Fan Wencheng beside him: "Mr. Wencheng, please go over and persuade me."

    Fan Wencheng said: "Prince Li, there is no need to worry. The emperor must cry out the sorrow in his heart. Just cry out." Fan Wencheng understood in his heart.  There are only two women that the emperor loves most in his life: one is Jiao Niang, and the other is Hai Lanzhu.  The two are versatile and look alike.  Considered a confidant by the emperor.  The other concubines are just wives and concubines.  Now that Concubine Chen has passed away, the emperor must have suffered a serious illness.  Trying to persuade you now is of no use.  What needs to be done now is to prepare the funeral ceremony for Concubine Chen as soon as possible.

    After a period of rescue by the imperial doctor, Huang Taiji woke up. The first thing he said after waking up was: "Where is Mr. Wen Cheng?"

    Fan Wencheng responded behind the concubines: "I am here."

    Huang Taiji waved his hand to signal the concubines to get out of the way, and Fan Wencheng stepped forward.  Huang Taiji said worriedly: "How will you arrange the funeral for Concubine Chen?"

    "The first is the posthumous title of Concubine Chen. I wonder if I can posthumously title her as Concubine Min Huigong and Concubine Yuan."

    Huang Taiji looked at the ceiling and considered: "Min, Hui, Gong, and He, these four words can be regarded as the final word. Yuan Fei? The first of all the concubines, it can be. However, the title of Niu Gulu's family has to be changed."  "Thinking of this, he nodded and said, "According to what Mr. Wen Cheng said, they will be Min Huigong and Yuan Fei."

    "Secondly, the seven periods of seven forty-nine days are the period of national mourning. During this period, all entertainment and games will be stopped."

    Huang Taiji said: "Anyone who dares to drink and have fun during this period will be severely punished once discovered."

    "As for the specific funeral ceremony, we will inform the emperor after the ministers and the Ministry of Rites have agreed."

    "Well, yes, the posthumous title and national mourning will be announced in the obituary notice now." Huang Taiji quietly said to the queen and Zhuang Concubine: "Let everyone go back, there are too many people, I feel confused when I look at it."

    Fan Wencheng wanted to leave together with everyone, but Huang Taiji said: "Mr. Wencheng, don't leave, sit with me."

    Everyone retreated, but no one left. Instead, they went to Qingning Palace to keep vigil for Concubine Chen.

    Zhezhe is the head of the harem. She is busy dealing with the funeral and can't sit still. Huang Taiji has to be served by Concubine Zhuang.  Huang Taiji originally liked Concubine Zhuang very much, but now that Hai Lanzhu is gone, he has even more feelings for Hai Lanzhu's biological sister.

    Huang Taiji was mentally prepared for Concubine Chen's death, but when it really became a reality, it was still difficult for him to accept it.  He loved Hai Lanzhu, sometimes more than he loved himself. After spending eight years together day and night, he regarded Hai Lanzhu as a part of his life. When Hai Lanzhu died, that part of him also died.  At this moment, he had an indescribable feeling: emptiness?  Confused?  despair?  Everything in the world becomes blurred. Is this life?  Such a beautiful woman died like this and turned into a zombie. So what about everything in front of her?  They will no longer exist in the future.  Mr. Wen Cheng, Concubine Zhuang, Fulin, and I all have to die?  What exactly do people come to this world for?

    Fan Wencheng sat next to the emperor and said:He didn't say anything, fearing that he would get sick from holding it in, so he comforted her: "Concubine Chen has left. If she leaves, she will never come back. Your Majesty, don't be too sad and take care of your dragon body."

    "Dragon body?" Huang Taiji sneered, "Where did the dragon body come from? In life, vegetation and autumn, impermanence comes, everything comes to an end, it's just that people can't understand it. Phoenixes, crows, and sparrows are all birds, Ganoderma lucidum and mugwort  They are all grass, where is the body of a dragon? You keep calling me long live, can I really live long? My eldest brother is dead, my third uncle is dead, my fifth minister is dead, my father is dead, Mang Gurtai, De.  Ge Lei also died, as well as Saha Lian and Yue.

    , now it¡¯s Hai Lanzhu, in the future, it will be me.  "

    Concubine Zhuang couldn't help but cry out: "Your Majesty, what are you saying? It's so scary. Stop saying these unlucky words. Okay?" Concubine Zhuang straightened the pillow for Huang Taiji, as if coaxing her.  A big kid.

    Huang Taiji said: "Concubine Zhuang, don't be afraid. I will die in the future, you will die in the future, and Mr. Wen Cheng will die in the future. What is long live? Long live is only when you are dead. The moon waxes and then waxes, and when it reaches its peak, it declines. This is  It is the way of heaven. In my life, I succeeded to the throne of Khan and became emperor. I pacified Liaodong, unified Mongolia, and surrendered to Korea. I marched into the Central Plains several times. During the Ming Dynasty, the Ming Dynasty was overturned, the Ming Dynasty was overthrown, and the buildings were collapsed.  We only have to wait for one day to conquer the Central Plains and reorganize the country, but I¡¯m afraid I won¡¯t be able to wait for that day.¡±

    Fan Wencheng said: "Why did the emperor say this? The late emperor lived a long life of sixty-eight years, and the emperor was physically strong. He should at least be older than the ancient emperor."

    Huang Taiji said: "You don't know, since the last time I had a nosebleed, I feel that my body is getting weaker and weaker. I am just holding on strong to prevent you from seeing it. Mr. Wencheng, do you remember my big brother in Yizhou?"  Do you worship Buddha in a Buddhist temple?¡±

    "Remember, the emperor also made a wish in front of the seven giant Buddhas."

    "It was in front of the seven Buddhas. I saw a strange phenomenon. I saw Xiao Fulin accepting worship from the ministers in the Jinluan Hall."

    Concubine Zhuang was shocked. Fulin was only four years old.  Still unable to understand what his Ama was talking about, Concubine Zhuang was so shocked that she threw Fulin on the kang: "Your Majesty, you mean he went to the Golden Palace?"

    Huang Taiji nodded silently.

    "That's what Fulin said, father. Then we don't want this child." Concubine Zhuang looked at her son like a monster at this moment. Fulin was thrown on the kang and burst into tears.

    Huang Taiji frowned: "It doesn't matter what the child has to do, it's all God's will. Pick up the child quickly. I'm not Jiajing, so I can't hate my son."

    Concubine Zhuang reluctantly picked up Fulin and scolded: "Cry, cry, keep crying until I don't tear your mouth to pieces." Fulin was frightened by Concubine Zhuang.  He really stopped crying.

    Fan Wencheng said: "Your Majesty, you must not disbelieve in the things about gods and Buddhas, but you must not believe them all. It has been said since ancient times that 'the emperor and heaven have no relatives. Only virtue is a helper.' If the emperor is benevolent and virtuous, he will benefit the world, and he will be protected by the emperor and heaven."

    Huang Taiji said: "I hope so. But if you think about it, whether it's God, Tao or Buddha, they have existed for thousands of years. If they didn't have a certain reason, I'm afraid they would have been cast aside long ago. Just take Taoist Master Xing  Come on, how can you say he is ineffective?"

    Fan Wencheng said: "Your Majesty, please don't forget that Zi Buyu's strange power confuses the gods."

    "But Confucius also said, respect ghosts and gods and keep away from them. Life and death have destiny, and wealth and honor are in heaven."

    Fan Wencheng wanted to persuade him again, but Huang Taiji shook his head: "If a person dies after fifty, it is not an untimely death. I am fifty-one years old, so even if I really die, it is normal. Mr. Wencheng, you and I, the king and the ministers, know each other well."  Seventeen years, right?¡±

    Fan Wencheng said: "The Double Ninth Festival in the first year of the founding of the Jin Dynasty has been twenty-seven years now."

    "Twenty-seven years, half a lifetime, you have assisted the late emperor, and you have assisted me. If it is as shown before the Buddha, you will still assist the young master."

    Tears welled up in Fan Wencheng's eyes, and a huge ominous omen enveloped him. He looked at the emperor, feeling a little scared in his heart: There is nothing greater than mourning, and when Concubine Chen died, the emperor's heart also died.

    Concubine Zhuang has burst into tears.  Huang Taiji shook his head, closed his eyes, and stopped talking.  Concubine Zhuang blocked her mouth and suppressed her cries.

    Perhaps because he was tired from traveling day and night, Huang Taiji fell asleep.

    On the day of Concubine Chen¡¯s cremation, Huang Taiji went to pay homage in person and returned crying bitterly again.  In the days that followed, his diet suddenly decreased, his body became thinner and thinner, and the court meetings stopped, so many things piled up in front of Daishan.  Daishan was afraid of making a mistake, so he said to Fan Wencheng: "Mr. Wencheng, Concubine Chen has passed away for more than a month. The emperor has been in this state. You should try to free the emperor from his grief. You can't watch the emperor continue to be so ill."  "

    Fan Wencheng sighed in his heart: "My Prince Li, how did you know that the Emperor is heartbroken? What do you want me to do?"

    Seeing that he was silent, Daishan asked anxiously: "Don't you?"Just say something, just say something.  "

    Fan Wencheng looked troubled: "Prince Li, it's not that I don't speak, but I really can't say this."

    "If there's anything you can't say, just say it boldly, I will make the decision for you."

    "Prince Li, I'm afraid you won't be able to make the decision then."

    "I definitely didn't mean that. Prince Li, please don't accuse me unjustly. Think about it, who did the emperor get this disease for?"

    "She's not Concubine Chen yet."

    "That's right, Concubine Chen is a woman. A body of thousands of nobles, for the sake of a woman, is too sick to handle the affairs of the state. How can your ministers be able to speak out and persuade the emperor?"

    Dai Shan sighed: "It's ridiculous. This eighth brother is just like father Khan. They are really two brothers. When Meng Gu'e's mother died, father Khan was also like this. He didn't eat for several days. What does it say in the play?  ? "What kind of thing is it called?"

    "A passionate species."

    Daishan got angry and said, "Yes, he is a passionate person. A dignified emperor of the Qing Dynasty stopped eating or drinking and fell ill because of a woman. What do the people of the country think of this? What do brothers and ministers think? Is this really unreasonable?"  But he thought about it for a long time, "Mr. Wen Cheng, after all, the emperor is different from those drunkards and drunkards. You still have to think of a way. The only one who can convince the emperor now is you, Mr. Wen Cheng. If the emperor really blames us, there will be us."  Everyone, don¡¯t worry, our brothers will not ignore the loyal ministers of the Qing Dynasty. "

    ¡°Okay, I¡¯ll go back and prepare myself tonight and give it a try tomorrow.¡±

    What Fan Wencheng wants is the attitude of doing good on behalf of others.

    These days, Fan Wencheng has been engaged in a fierce struggle. The emperor's words that day stirred up great waves in his heart. He saw that his ambition to control the world and dominate the world was turning into a penetrating knowledge of life and death, and a discernment of honor and disgrace.  A dead and numb heart that regards everything in the world as insubstantial.  And all this is just because of a woman. This is terrible. This is the misfortune of the Qing Dynasty.  Your Majesty, after all, you are not a disciple of Buddhism. You can understand life and death and see through everything, but you cannot treat everything passively. What you are responsible for is the country and the country.  No, I will never allow a generation of British masters to sink like this.

    It happened that an earthquake occurred in the early morning of the next day. A group of houses on the outskirts of the city collapsed and more than twenty people died.  Fan Wencheng said: "It is precisely the misfortune that brings blessings, so I would like to take this opportunity to give you advice."

    Fan Wencheng came to Qingning Palace and knelt down outside Dongnuan Pavilion: "I would like to see you, Fan Wencheng."

    Huang Taiji said: "This is Mr. Wen Cheng, please come in quickly."

    Fan Wencheng entered Dongnuan Pavilion and knelt down again. Huang Taiji said: "Mr. Wencheng, what are you doing? Please sit down and talk."

    "I ask your Majesty to forgive me."

    "What crime is Mr. Wen Cheng guilty of?"

    "Last night, I read Tang Bai Letian's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow". I was deeply moved and my thoughts were running wild. I unintentionally compared the emperor to the Emperor Li Longji of Tang Ming Dynasty. This is very disrespectful, so I ask the emperor to forgive me."

    Huang Taiji showed a hint of displeasure on his face: "What are you comparing to when you read your Tang poems?"

    Fan Wencheng came to give advice today. He ignored it and said directly: "Your Majesty, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty ascended the throne and the country was named Kaiyuan. When he took the throne, he accepted advice with an open mind and was diligent in political affairs. In just a few years, the Li family dynasty was transformed.  Pushing to its peak, the Kaiyuan era praised by historians of all ages appeared. However, a long time ago, Yang Yuhuan entered the palace and turned around with a smile.  As a result, Yuyang's instigation came, shocking the colorful clothes and feathers, and Tang Xuanzong fled to Shu, almost ruining the Li family. "

    Huang Taiji said: "Your comparison is unreasonable. I don't love Concubine Chen as much as Li Longji does, and Hai Lanzhu has never missed my important affairs."

    "However, the emperor has not been in court for several days."

    "I'm sick. If I'm like this, do I still have to go to court early?"

    "But the emperor's illness was caused by a woman, and I don't dare to agree."

    Huang Taiji's face sank: "Hai Lanzhu died, and I was saddened by it. This is human nature, and it's not an exaggeration."

    "It's already passed. The Emperor of the Qing Dynasty has not been in court for more than a month to listen to government affairs. This has never happened since this minister entered our court."

    Huang Taiji was silent.  Fan Wencheng then said: "Your Majesty, I will compare you to Li Longji. Your Majesty may not believe it, but please listen, Your Majesty. Fan Wencheng memorized "Song of Everlasting Sorrow":

    In the evening, the fireflies in the palace are quietly thinking, and the solitary lamp has been exhausted before they fall asleep.

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    July 7, Eternal Life Palace, when no one is whispering in the middle of the night.?

    In the sky, I would like to be a winged bird, and on the ground, I would like to be a twig

    It is a long time and time, and this hate has no end.

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