amaotonovel Chapter 691 Prophecy
Chapter 691 Prophecy
The streets and alleys of Chang'an City are where the hustle and bustle of the city gathers, but a piece of news swept across like a storm, breaking the tranquility here.
Princess Jinyang of the Tang Dynasty died suddenly.
For a time, the streets, alleys, taverns and teahouses were filled with people whispering to each other, and the sounds of discussion rose one after another, surging like a tide.
Princess Jinyang, as the most beloved daughter of Emperor Taizong, has been the center of everyone's love since childhood.
Her every frown and smile seemed to carry the nobility and gentleness of the royal family, leaving behind countless beautiful legends in the city of Chang'an.
However, now she has followed in the footsteps of Emperor Taizong. How can this not make people feel regretful and sad?
Among the people's discussions, in addition to the regrets over the princess's untimely death, more people were amazed at the extraordinary love that the current emperor Li Chengqian had for his sister.
Princess Jinyang never married until she left.
According to the regulations of the Tang Dynasty, princesses were of noble status and should have an exclusive mausoleum to demonstrate the royal majesty.
But who would have thought that Li Chengqian actually set aside a room next to his own tomb as the resting place for Princess Jinyang.
Such actions are extremely rare throughout history.
This is not just a material arrangement, but also embodies His Majesty's unique love for his sister, a love that has long surpassed the rules of the royal family.
The wheel of fate rolls forward, always changing people's trajectories inadvertently.
This time, when Li Chengqian returned to Chang'an, he wanted to bring Li Jiming with him.
In the past, Li Jiming had a lively personality.
No matter where you go, you can bring laughter and joy, dispel the haze and bring warmth to the people around you.
But since the sad news of Princess Jinyang Li Mingda's death, she suddenly became silent and taciturn.
The once lively eyes have lost their luster, and the sweet smile has disappeared without a trace, replaced by endless loneliness.
Faced with Li Chengqian's invitation, she just shook her head slightly.
"I want to go out for a walk alone, to see the mountains, rivers, lakes, and streets of the vast land of the Tang Dynasty, to feel every inch of the breath and every warmth of this land."
For Li Jiming, Li Mingda's departure was like taking away the backbone of her life. Her world collapsed in an instant, becoming empty and nothingness. The meaning of life seemed to be completely taken away at that moment. She lost her direction and the motivation to move forward.
Li Chengqian looked at Li Jiming's distraught appearance, his heart filled with pity.
He understood that no matter how many words he said at this moment, they would be pale and powerless, and forcing her would only make her more painful.
So he didn't try to persuade her to stay any longer and started his journey back to Chang'an.
As soon as he left, a large number of people came to Xianyang from nowhere overnight, and the streets and alleys became bustling with people.
Zhang Xianhuai did not dare to delay for a moment and hurriedly followed Li Chengqian to Chang'an.
Many affairs in Xianyang were handed over to Wang Can, deputy commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.
Just two days after Li Chengqian returned to Chang'an, he fell ill in the Ganlu Palace.
The attack of the disease came without warning, and he rolled and twisted in bed in pain, his hands tightly grasping the quilt.
His face was filled with agony, his features distorted by the pain, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead like beads from a broken string, soaking the bed beneath him and everyone's hearts.
Hu Bugui was filled with anxiety when he saw Li Chengqian's miserable appearance.
He read countless medical books, consulted many colleagues, racked his brains, and finally had no choice but to prescribe the prescription of Ma Fei San.
He knew better than anyone that Ma Fei San was not a good medicine to cure rheumatism. It was merely an anesthetic that could temporarily paralyze the nerves and relieve pain.
Moreover, as the condition continued to worsen, the dosage of Ma Fei San required by Your Majesty became larger and larger.
Taking too much Ma Fei San can easily make people lose their minds and fall into a chaotic state. But if you don't take it, your majesty's weak body will not be able to withstand the severe pain brought by the wind.
Back then, Emperor Taizong was tortured by this rheumatism and felt like he was living a life worse than death. Today, although the medicine of the Tang Dynasty has made certain progress compared to the past and can relieve the pain to a certain extent, it is only a temporary solution and cannot solve the problem fundamentally.
In the past, faced with such severe pain, one could only rely on a strong will to get through it. The pain and suffering involved is difficult for ordinary people to imagine and understand.
His Majesty's attack of the wind kept coming back and forth, tormenting him and refusing to let up. Every time it struck, his condition became more severe, and his pain intensified.
Hu Bugui knew that the most taboo thing for patients with rheumatism was extreme mood swings, extreme joy and sorrow.
However, His Majesty has suffered a series of heavy blows during this period. First, the sudden death of his sister Princess Jinyang plunged him into endless grief. The pressure was as heavy as Mount Tai on his shoulders, and his heart was overwhelmed and on the verge of collapse.
It is also thanks to His Majesty's extraordinary strong will. If it were any ordinary person, under such continuous heavy blows, he would probably have suffered a mental breakdown and been completely swallowed by pain.
Zhang Xianhuai looked at Hu Bugui with a frown on his face and a worried look on his face all day long, and his uneasiness grew stronger.
He walked up, patted Hu Bugui's shoulder gently, and pulled him to a quiet corner outside.
"Old Hu, tell me the truth, how is His Majesty's health?"
Zhang Xianhuai's eyes revealed worry.
"Your Majesty has fainted twice in recent days. The situation must be more complicated than that, right?"
Hearing Zhang Xianhuai's words, Hu Bugui sighed heavily.
"Now we can only leave it to fate."
At the same time, in the Taishi Bureau - Sitian Terrace, Li Chunfeng and Zhang Xuanwei stood quietly on the Sitian Terrace, looking up at the twinkling stars in the sky.
A gentle breeze blew by, ruffling their clothes.
The two of them just looked at each other quietly, and at that moment, they saw the unconcealable fear in each other's eyes.
The prophecy left by Yuan Tiangang in the past involuntarily emerged in their minds, and that prophecy could never be shaken off their hearts.
Through the starry sky, they saw the precarious future of the Tang Dynasty.
These days, the stars in the sky have been falling continuously. According to common sense, this should be a sign of the great prosperity of a new generation replacing the old one, indicating that new changes are about to come.
But in the endless sky, no new stars appeared, and there was only dead silence.
Even the Ziwei Emperor Star, which symbolizes the fate of the emperor and dominates the destiny of the Tang Dynasty, is now shaky, as if it may go out at any time and disappear into the vast universe.
This strange and terrifying astrological phenomenon indicates that the fate of the Tang Dynasty is facing an unprecedented crisis.