The White-Haired Imperial Concubine

097 Desperate Kiss (1)

It was a solemn promise. Although light, it exhausted all its strength.

The eyes were astringent and the nose was sour.

The annual autumn hunting is a rule inherited hundreds of years ago.

The flag was displayed, and the bright yellow brocade was flying in the wind. Emperor Lin Tian, ​​Emperor Qiyun and the princes, under the guard of the Royal Forest Army, the mighty team stretched ten miles away.

In the exquisite and magnificent carriage, Lin Tianhuang and Qi Yundi sat side by side. On the left and right were the concubines released from the cold palace and Lin Tianhuang arranged for Qi Yundi to dispel loneliness. The two temperaments of the emperors of the two countries, one cold and the other elegant, are deep and unpredictable, so that people cannot see through their minds.

The emperor Lin Tian looked at the refugees who were congested in the city. At this moment, the army was forcibly suppressed and scattered by the army. The crowd was complaining, but they were taken in Huangwei and could not approach. The Emperor Lin frowned, his eyes lightened. Emperor Qiyun sat side by side, without squinting, with a thin smile on the corner of his mouth.

After the emperor's concubine, it was the crown prince's chariot, accompanied by the prince concubine and Mrs. Xiang. The prince looked around, faintly uneasy. After that, there were four people, including the nine emperor, Zongzheng Wuyou, Fu Zhao, and Manchu. I don't know who arranged it, so that the four of them would be together.

Zongzheng has always been sitting lazily, leaning back against the back of his chair, expressionless. It seems that all the hustle and bustle around him has nothing to do with him. He doesn't even want to lift his eyelids, as if everything in the world can't get into him. Eyes, and the only person he wanted to see, he couldn't see, because another man in the middle separated them from the ends of the earth.

Fu Tzu sat upright but was not restrained. Under the teal wide sleeved robe, he clenched his long hands, his expression was extremely gentle, and he turned to look at her from time to time, smiled at her tenderly, and did not hide his nostalgia.

Sitting quietly, watching the crowds of refugees all around, the uneasiness in my heart was expanding. All this, Zongzheng worry-free knows, it is impossible for Lin emperor to know nothing at all? He chose this time to abolish the prince and set up Zongzheng worry-free. He clearly assigned all responsibilities to Zongzheng worry-free. Looking at the present, only Zongzheng worry-free has the ability to compete with Fu Zhao.

There are 70,000 troops in the Jiangnan army with no worries, and Fu Zhao is in charge of the 400,000 army, with 270,000 at the border. At present, he can call him about 130,000, and the 50,000 guards are in charge of the Emperor Lin himself. By all accounts, the two forces are balanced. But, what would I do if I didn't worry about Zong Zheng? What role does her emperor play here? If Fu Zhao is successful this time, what benefits can the emperor get from it? And what should she do?

Knowing that a great change is about to happen, she can neither stop nor change, but can't wait for all this to come. She can only watch her husband and her former lover become a fire and water, fight for your life. How should she face such a cruel situation? Her heart was burning like fire, and she knew very well that once a victory was scored, she would probably end up with casualties. By then, where should she go from here? If Fu Zhao fails, she will be among the captives, and if Zongzheng has no worries, she may become the most honorable woman in this country, but is that what she wants? No!

Along the way, there was a rare silence, not even the nine emperor sons. Linger, who was next to the servant, looked at the light gray figure inside the emperor's forefront, which was also surprisingly quiet.

It took two hours to finally reach their destination. Western suburbs, Royal Hunting Ground.

The dense forest is deep and vast. The hunting ground here is different from the ordinary royal hunting ground. The founding emperor of the kingdom of heaven is an extremely brave horseman. The hunting that he requires must be in the virgin forest. Hunting fierce creatures in the wild can be regarded as true skill!

Although the palace located in the north of the hunting field is not as luxurious as the palace, it is also magnificent.

On the first day, the journey was exhausted, and no substantive hunting activities were arranged. Each party returned to the palace or camp to rest.

After dinner, Fu Zhao saw that Man Yan had been distracted, so he said he would go out with her, who knew that he had just taken a few steps to go out, which coincided with the Prince's visit.

The Prince said: "It seems that this Prince is not here, but where are the General and Princess going?"

Fu Zhaoxing laughed and said, "I've seen the prince! Weichen is going to accompany his wife to relax, I wonder if the prince came to Weichen, what's the command?"

The crown prince raised his hand, said "free of charge", glanced at him, and smiled again: "Everyone knows the world, the general is riding superbly, shooting stones and drinking feathers. Is it convenient now? "

Fu Zhao hesitated slightly, raised his eyebrows, and said, "The Prince is serious, and ashamed!" He turned to the man and tenderly commanded: "Rongle, you can just walk away, don't go to the hunting ground. It's going to be dark, don't go far, remember to come back early. "

Manxi smiled and nodded, and made a ritual to the prince, and went out of the palace alone.

Around the hunting grounds, guard one by ten steps, there are salutes everywhere. She was upset and wanted to find a quiet place to stay alone for a while.

The sun sets early on the west mountain, and the sky and the sky are a vast dusk. She bypassed the palace and walked to a higher place. The steeper the mountain road, the harder it is to walk, the more she climbs, she doesn't even want to use light work. When she reached a flat place, she paused and looked around. The place is not big. Although it is autumn, there are still green grass. On the side of the grass, there are large dandelions, and some are still open. With yellow flowers, some withered, forming white crown plush balls. When the wind blew, they scattered and fluttered in the air.

She opened her five fingers, and a piece of fluff like a pure white umbrella fell on her palm, so beautiful, but so inconspicuous. She looked at her and stunned God, thinking of someone who had said it in the past, dandelion's flower: Love that can't stop.

She lifted her eyes to the sky. The sky was gray, like a gray mist in a cage, she could not see it. Next to the group of dandelions, there was a large, high rock, which seemed to be flat. On the side of the rock was a large maple tree with branches extending out, almost blocking half of the rock. And on the pale gray rocks, the dense maple leaves are half red, not green.

There are always some things in this world, in a state of vagueness and indistinguishability, which makes you want to see through it, but you can't see through it and can't distinguish it.

She walked slowly down the stone steps beside the rock, and suddenly caught it.

She thought that there should be no one in such a remote and quiet place. It turned out that there were still people like her, who didn't like the excitement, just wanted to hide quietly.

On the rock covered by maple leaves, a white man leaned on his arm, lying half-length on his back, one leg slightly bent, his clothes slid down, and a piece of rock spread out.

The man closed his eyes, and still could see the pale tiredness between the eyebrows.

Man-chan laughed at herself, how could it be such a coincidence that she deliberately went a little farther, but instead went to such a place and met the person she was least willing to face.

She turned around intuitively, and fled as she did last time in Manxiang Pavilion. But she hadn't moved yet, and a lazy voice came behind her: "Since it's here, why go so eagerly."

She was slightly stiff, but turned slightly with a smile, indifferent and polite: "Sorry, interrupted Li Wang to rest."

Zong Zheng opened his eyes slowly without worry, Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone was slightly cold and mocking, saying, "You must call the name so carefully?"

With a faint smile, he said, "The etiquette cannot be defeated, and the rules must always be observed."

Zong Zheng woke up his lips, but the evil eyes had no smile at all, only a little ridicule. He stared at her eyes, and then suddenly asked, "Who do you want to live?"

The man shook his body. This question was asked so straightforwardly, as if a sharp blade cut straight into the abdomen, which made people heartbroken.

Who does she want to live? She asked herself the same way.

"Why, dare not answer?" Zong Zheng's worry-free eyes stared at her, sharp as if to see her through.

The smile was slightly cold, and he paused, then he said quietly: "Do I hope anyone who lives can live? This world, in the face of hatred and imperial power, the hope of a woman can never change anything, does it?"

Those great loves that have been chanted by the world, the sorrows of the country and the people, cast aside by the people of the world, come to her, nothing! A woman, in a period of unforgettable hatred, in a grand political vortex, is actually so insignificant, so humble and small!

Thousands of lives are tied behind each of them, and Fu Zhao's years of humiliation have burdened him. It is already difficult to promise not to use her to harm Zongzheng, and how determined is it to make such a commitment, And how much will this promise affect his original plan? She has no way of knowing. And Zongzheng is worry-free. She has no right to ask him anything. From his standpoint, he has the responsibility to stand up at the most critical time, defend the imperial power, and protect his loved ones. After all, that was his father who was indulgent in all kinds of pampering, and also his mother's success with happiness. He could refuse, but he couldn't let others plunder. 2k novel reading network