The young emperor watched intently as the sorcerer, who was famous throughout the south of the Yangtze River, performed the summoning of the spirit.
His gaze was too focused and too intense.
Song Xun's back was soaked with sweat.
Emperor Jingyao popularized education. In today's world, if he didn't have some real skills, he wouldn't be able to make a living from it, let alone become famous.
Song Xun carefully felt the sound of the wind and the sound of rolling mud and sand around him.
Even after death, the soul still exists.
One moment, two moments...
He kept repeating the same action, but he could not catch any trace of the late emperor, as if the last trace of him in this world had been wiped out.
The emperor was very quiet.
As the ceremony began, he began to feel tinnitus in his ears. Mixed with the sharp ringing sounds were vague and meaningless murmurs that sounded like crying and sobbing.
Yan Chengyu couldn't help but hold a little hope, and he carefully felt the difference.
Everyone in the world says that he was gifted by heaven and is the reincarnation of a god, so why are they so troubled to search for such a sorcerer?
I have never heard of the emperor being obsessed with Taoism.
But those who know a little bit know that Emperor Jingyao has persisted in this boring pursuit day after day for sixteen years.
There seemed to be a fire burning in Yan Chengyu's eyes, and he thought, maybe this time it will be different.
I don't ask for my father to come back to life, I just want to ask him if he is doing well.
Do you miss fish?
Fish misses you very much.
His gaze, which was almost condensed into substance, made Song Xun keep trying to summon the soul, but he was just doing useless work.
Song Xun let out a heavy sigh, then knelt before the emperor, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.
The light in Emperor Jingyao's eyes gradually faded. He opened his mouth, but no one knew what to say.
"Your Highness, I am incompetent. Your Majesty is so powerful and omnipotent that he looks down upon the world. Perhaps he has become a god in heaven. I am just a humble person and cannot get a response from Your Majesty." Song Xun lowered his head and caught a glimpse of the emperor's thin face and gloomy expression. He lied hesitantly.
I don’t know today that Mingxi Jingyao and his son have a deep affection for each other. Your Highness has been on the throne for many years, but he still calls himself an orphan and respects the late emperor as the emperor.
1002 looked at his cub.
His face was pale, his once plump cheeks had shriveled up, and his eyes, once as bright as stars, were now dark.
Although this did not detract from his extremely superior appearance, 1002 did not like it.
He said nothing, because what he knew, the little fat boy knew too.
But hasn’t the little fat boy been doing the same thing for the past decade or so?
This is the inner demon.
This is obsession.
This is the most sincere and intense love a child has for his father.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and Song Xun breathed softly. He knew that the current emperor was kind and would not vent his anger on him.
Song Xun just respects and loves this prince.
At this moment, he no longer dared to move. He only heard a suppressed, mournful voice from above: "Go down."
The emperor loves his people like his own children. He is a genius and works hard day and night. When the people of the country mention him, they are filled with endless praise and endless pity and love for him.
Folk shrines to immortality were built one after another, and Song Xun was also a loyal believer all over the world.
Human beings do not share the same joys and sorrows; this statement does not apply to the emperor.
If he frowned, the people would be worried; if he curved his eyes, the people would beat drums and gongs.
Listening to the voice of the current Emperor Jingyao, the sorrow is only visible on the surface.
Song Xun, despite facing great disapproval, followed his heart and lied again: "Your Highness, please do not be discouraged. I am sure that His Majesty has gone to the Heavenly Palace."
Emperor Jingyao lowered his eyes. He wanted to smile and say something, but his throat was choked.
I'm afraid that the first sound I'll make is tears.
I'm afraid no one in this world knows better than me where my father is.
He left me forever sixteen years ago.
My flesh and blood have become nutrients for me to absorb. How can I not hate myself?
How can I let go?
In the past, I just wanted to deceive myself.
Song Xun left.
The young emperor dragged his heavy steps, lay in the ice coffin for a while, and gradually began to cry.
He is already twenty-two years old, but his admiration for his father has never faded. Instead, he misses him more and more as time goes by.
I have been suffering from so much sorrow for years, does God know?
If only God knew my feelings.
I am afraid that I will become thinner soon...
The person who loved me most in the world died because of me.
In the Purple Palace, lights were lit all night long until dawn.
Yan Chengyu did not close his eyes and stood in front of the hall in the cold wind all night. Jiang Yuanxing's pleas and consolations went unanswered.
In desperation, he had to ask Wu Zhonghe for help again.
When Wu Zhonghe was being supported by someone, the emperor turned around and smiled at him brightly and beautifully: "My dear companion, please choose a good day to bury our father."
The cane slammed to the ground.
Jiang Yuanxing rushed out crying, hugging Emperor Jingyao's legs and wailing, "What are you doing? If His Majesty were still alive, he would also wish Your Highness a long life..."
Yan Chengyu wiped his tears helplessly and said softly, "I just figured it out, don't cry."
Wu Zhonghe didn't say anything and just stood there in a daze.
Jiang Yuanxing didn't believe it.
But the emperor made up his mind and carried the coffin out of the palace before noon.
The court officials had already built the imperial mausoleum, but when the young emperor ascended the throne, he lay on the coffin and refused to be buried. After sixteen years, the court officials had long been accustomed to it.
No matter how much trouble there was in the capital, Yan Chengyu walked straight into the imperial mausoleum step by step without looking away.
He covered his father's body with the last handful of earth.
The imperial mausoleum contains not only the body of Emperor Mingxi, but also the innocent heart of the little fat boy.
Under the dumbfounded gazes of the crowd, Emperor Jingyao returned to the palace reciting a poem briskly. He seemed to have thought it through too clearly: "You are buried in the abyss, your bones melted into mud, while I live in the human world, my head covered with snow."
After that, Emperor Jingyao began to carry out drastic reforms. Fortunately, the emperor was popular among the people and the court officials were all his supporters, so everything went smoothly.
In the 18th year of Jingyao, the imperial system was reformed and the emperor adopted the grandson of King Ping as his heir.
In the 20th year of Jingyao, the emperor passed away at the age of 26, and the whole country was in grief.
In the same year, eunuchs Wu Zhonghe and Jiang Yuanxing committed suicide in the palace.
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