Li Huang

On the day of his expedition, when Shen Xiyao was given the seal of the General in front of the Nine Gates, I was looking at the tallest pavilion of Kunning Palace, the golden glazed tile roof of the palaces, and the vermilion undulations of the palace walls. It's where he is. If you rush to the whip, you can get to the place where you can go in an hour of incense, but the red wall is high, and we are already thousands of miles apart.

Standing in the wind, watching the endless red walls and golden tiles glow dazzlingly in the sun, such a rich and rich emperor’s residence will be a cage that I will never step out of in my life.

This battle took a long time.

In the summer of the following year, I was ordered by Shen Xiyao to visit Princess Yu in the family mansion, hoping that she would persuade King Rouran not to cooperate with the Dayue family and the Gaoche family. Before leaving, I don't know why I was a little uneasy.

The cell in the Clan Mansion is not as gloomy and damp as the sky prison, but much cleaner. Shen Xiyao made an order not to execute Princess Yu, and was only detained here. Therefore, when I saw her, she was in good spirits and clean and clean, except that her brocade clothes had turned into coarse blouses and her long hair was **** with a wooden hairpin. There is an iron chain on her waist, and the other end is fixed to the wall. This is for fear that Rouran will send someone to rob prison. Before seeing her, the jailer repeatedly warned me to stand outside the reach of the iron chain. If she hijacked me and threatened Shen Xiyao, it would be troublesome.

The Princess Yu in my memory was simple and kind, and would not do anything to hurt others. But according to the jailer's words, after all, it is different now.

"Zi Yan, are you okay?" I walked into the prison, "My palace comes to see you."

She got up from the wooden bed to salute me, smiled slightly and said: "Lao Niang is concerned, Zi Yan is fine."

Seeing that her oval face was now as thin as a small lotus petal, I couldn't help but pity: "I heard about it, but I just don't understand why you did that."

Zi Yan smiled helplessly: "Zi Yan didn't expect that his father would make such a stupid decision, but as Princess Rouran, Zi Yan can't abandon the country. That's all."

"Then you know, King Yu has already led the troops. The battlefield is fierce. If he has three strengths and two shortcomings, wouldn't you betray his sincerity for you." I lamented.

"Really?" Zi Yan's expression seemed to hear the funniest joke, and she laughed, just as sad and desperate as the laughter.

"What is his true heart for me?" Zi Yan looked at me indifferently: "I have been married to him for six years, and he hasn't even touched me. Is this true?"

I was horrified by her words, "You mean, you never did it?"

She nodded: "Yes, it's not just me, there are no other side concubines and maids in the palace, and the peony is just a cover for him."

"How is it possible!" I blurted out.

"How can't it be." Princess Yu stared at me: "He has a longing for the day and night. He would rather stay with the portrait than step into my yard. If it weren't for me to go into his study and sort out those portraits and love poems, I'm afraid Now he still thinks he likes peony."

"Queen, mother, don't you want to know who that person is?" Zi Yan said in a strange tone, and took a step closer.

I shook my head and said calmly: "I don't want to know."

"But I want to say!" Her tone was almost crazy: "The person in the painting may walk in the woods, or dress by the creek, or embroider under the lamp, or busy in the kitchen. She wears a linen, Jing Chai had no face, but it was difficult to hide his appearance. The smile was pure. I looked at it for a long time and felt familiar, until once I saw you and the prince making clay pots and playing with the cloth, and then I recognized the person in the painting. He was actually his sister-in-law. Mother Ling Xuewei."

I haven't heard people call these three words for a long time, and they are strange at first. Zi Yan's eyes were full of despair and anger: "I like him so much. From the first time I saw him riding a horse at the station, I fell in love with him. He has splashed ink magnolia on his white brocade, and I immediately felt that magnolia is the most beautiful in the world. The flower." She burst into tears: "I respect you so much, admire you, and treat you like a sister. But I didn't expect that the person I love is the one I love closest to you. You Tell me how to face it!"

I glared at the woman in front of me, emotionally fierce: "No matter who he likes, you are the upright Princess Yu! Why do you want to betray him!"

"What's the use of the name Princess Yu for me?" She sternly said: "I would rather be a low-class maid, as long as he can like me." She cried out: "I just hate, hate. Why should I surrender Daxi to send me here, otherwise I will not meet him, nor will I be sad and desperate."

"So you notified the military plane and let the two countries fight again. You never thought about how many innocent people would suffer from your actions? Swords and eyeless battlefields are dangerous, so you are not afraid of his life in danger?"

Zi Yan shook her head: "I haven't thought about this. I only know that since I can't be Princess Yu and I don't want to be Princess Hui Rouran, I should start all over again and be a person who can control my own destiny."

Before she finished her words, she suddenly leaped towards me, and the iron chain fell loose from her waist. At the same time, amid Huiju’s screams, I only felt a pain in my chest pushing her away. She was standing two steps away, with a sharpened wooden hairpin in her hand, and then she smiled at me, the smile comparable to the rising sun on the surface of the water, bright and shining, the next moment, the wooden hairpin had penetrated her throat.

I was caught in the foreground, a cramp in my chest, and then fainted.

Zi Yan's sting was worthy of the heart. Although it didn't take my life immediately, it also damaged my heart and my life was hanging by a thread.

In the deep dream, Zi Yan's last smile lingered, her words also ringed in her ears. It is also my deep desire to come back to control my own destiny. Can you really start over? Is there a chance of reincarnation if you die like her?

When I woke up, Shen Xiyao's eyes were black and blue, and his eyes were red. He lost a lot of weight, and his spirits were not good.

I called him and found that my voice was weak, and there was a burst of colic in his chest after a little effort.

"Vir, you're awake!" A flash of joy flashed in his eyes, and he carefully helped me sit up: "The doctor said that you have broken your heart, don't get excited, don't be tired, you need good treatment to get it right." He pulled it off. With my hand, my gaze chiselled: "Promise me, you will get better."

I tried to smile at him and nodded.

My body has not improved. My angina is getting worse and worse. When it is violent, I even pass out with pain. I feel sweaty when I move. Many times when the illness occurred, I only wished to die immediately and no longer suffer such torture, but would still use a strong will to wake up from the coma. I know, insisting desperately just to see him triumph.

Since Xuan'er was established as the prince, he moved to Chengqian Palace. In order not to affect his schoolwork, and I did not want the mother and son to see each other to be heartbroken, I strictly ordered him not to enter the palace. Xuan'er has always been sensible and filial. She came to see me every day, told me interesting things in the outer hall, or reciteed a good word I like, or danced a sword for me outside the window, or played soothing music to soothe my nerves. And the decoction I drink every day is also made by him.

I just supported it, but from Hui Ju's occasionally red eyes and the imperial doctor's heavy expression, I could see that I was afraid it would not be better.

The war lasted for nearly a year, and it was mixed news. In the winter, the weather is very cold, so I can only nest in heavy quilts at all times. I feel cold with many braziers around, and I often fall into deep sleep, which lasts for a day or two.

When I was awake that day, Huiju brought in the bird’s nest porridge, tucked the quilt for me, and fed me another bite of the porridge.

I looked at her beautiful face and asked softly: "Hui Ju, you have twenty-five this year, right?"

Huiju nodded: "The slave girl is already twenty-six."

I leaned on the soft big head pillow and murmured: "Twenty-six, if you were outside the palace, your children would have been around your knees long ago."

Huiju smiled: "Yes, the slave's brother has given birth to three children."

I looked at her and said solemnly: "Will this palace send you out of the palace to marry someone?"

Hui Ju hurriedly knelt down and said: "If the slave and maidservant cannot leave the palace, the slave and maid must always be by your side!"

I shook my head slightly: "You want to stay with me, but my third brother has been waiting for you. This palace does not want you to be buried in this palace for the rest of your life. If you can still be the master now, I will fulfill you."

"Niang, you? How do you know?" Hui Ju blushed.

I chuckled, bringing out a little heart palpitations. "The cabbage, didn't you give him. His business is mostly in the south, so there is no reason to stay in Beijing. He hasn't married his wife at such an age." I took Huiju's hand: "Every time you go to the ticket number basically I can see him everywhere, I never thought about it, because he wants to see you too?"

"The servant girl is not good enough for Young Master Ling, and the servant girl is getting older, so it's better to stay with the girl." Hui Ju insisted.

"I have told the Emperor Ming to accept you as a righteous sister and marry Ling Wangshu. You can go out of the palace in the next year, and then you will be married." I smiled and said, "I also count as the last thing I did for you. "

"Niangniang?" Huiju was full of tears: "The slave and maid thanked Niangniang for her grace."

My voice weakened, and tiredness struck again: "Promise me, take care of my third brother. He looks strong, but he actually needs someone to rely on."

Before the New Year's Day, the good news of victory came in front of me, and I worked up to twelve points and waited for Xihe's return. Seeing him again, I can leave without worry.

But until the army triumphed, the general received the award, and Shen Xiyao feasted on the officials, I didn't hear any news about Xihe. I sent someone to inquire about the news and asked them, but there was no response.

"Hui Ju," I stood up and looked at her eagerly: "You know, right?"

Huiju clenched her teeth tightly, her eyes flushed, but she shook her head.

"Say!" I sternly said: "You know, tell me!"

"Pump," Huiju knelt on the ground, repeatedly kowtow and said: "Slaves beg Niangniang, don't ask."

"Could it?" I looked at her incredulously, and reported the last fluke: "Wang Yu was injured? Seriously?"

Huiju didn't speak, but tears fell.

"I'm going to ask myself." I said I wanted to get out of bed.

"Niang Niang!" Hui Ju supported me: "The slave and maid told you, but you must hold on."

I looked at her, my hands shaking nervously.

"Lord Yu? He? He? He is gone."

"What are you talking about?" I stared at her, almost forcing bleeding in my eyes.

Huiju knelt on the ground while crying and said: "Actually, the prince was killed in the battle against the high-car cavalry in the summer."

Like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, my body shook, and I couldn't help coughing, my heart hurts so much that I arched up, and my throat was sweet and spit out a pool of blood. The darkness in front of you finally fell like a remnant flower, ravaged by the ruthless east wind? ?