It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and in late spring, the drizzle combined with the gentle spring breeze blows in, washing away the smoke and dust along the way, making the capital as clear as if it had been washed by water.
There is a gloomy feeling in the air, and the deserted streets add to the panic.
In this ancient city, there is tension and urgency everywhere in the impending storm, and in the center of power, the coldness and solemnity floating in the air presses hard on everyone's heart, making it impossible to hide.
The emperor's palace, Jiaotai Hall.
There are specks of dew on the glazed tiles, and a thick haze envelopes this ancient courtyard wall, which is no longer what it used to be.
The Qianyu Guards outside the palace held their hands tightly, and the leader was the taciturn man who led Bai Changli to Zhuangzi that day.
The eunuch in front of the emperor stood safely outside the store, with a respectful posture and an indescribable expression. determination.
The hall was empty.
There was a green vase on the sandalwood table, and a flower like the clear sky after snow was inserted slanting on it.
The faint fragrance floated around, reflecting the elegant decorations around it.
It didn't look like...
The emperor's palace is more like the boudoir of a lady from the south of the Yangtze River.
The screen is embroidered with flowers, birds, fish and insects, reflecting the slender figures in the candlelight.
The emperor is sleeping on the couch with a pale face.
His former handsome appearance has been damaged by illness and he is no longer majestic.
Not long after, the emperor woke up and looked at Concubine Yun who was sitting in front of the couch.
There was an invisible coldness in his eyes.
He said slowly, "It's rare that my beloved concubine still remembers me."
The noble concubine with graceful posture, like a cloud in the sky, smiled respectfully, "I have been with Your Majesty for many years.
When I learned that His Majesty was ill, I wished I could treat you with my body, so how could I leave Your Majesty at this time?"
She is nearly forty years old and her appearance is still very well maintained, like a woman in her thirties, with a mature charm in her eyebrows.
When the emperor on the sickbed heard this, he said with a touch of warmth in his tired brows, "You really have this intention."
When the two were in love, the emperor never called her "noble concubine" or "beloved concubine" when they got along in private, only "qingqing".
It's just that in the past few years, His Majesty, for some unknown reason, has become more and more indifferent to her.
The days when the two of them get along have become increasingly rare, and naturally it is rare to hear a word of affection.
Hearing this voice, Concubine Yun was a little dazed, and she heard the emperor's weak voice say slowly, "I thought my beloved concubine wanted me to leave as soon as possible."
As these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the room gradually became stagnant.
Concubine Yun Guifei said casually, "It turns out that Your Majesty actually knows it.
In that case, Your Majesty can go with peace of mind.
The mountains and rivers entrusted to the prince will live up to your Majesty's teachings and the high hopes of our ancestors.
Please also ask Your Majesty."
Leave the edict behind, and I will live up to your majesty's trust."
"Why?"
The emperor did not accept the concubine's words, but just asked lightly, his eyes closed, and there was a hint of pain.
The husband and wife have been together for nearly twenty years.
They have been together since their childhood.
Since that day they met, they have been a supreme honor.
Even though they know that she is not that innocent, they still think that what she wants is his favor. .
He allowed her to scheme against his concubines, just because his favor was very rare, so little that he only wanted to stay for him.
He allowed her to force the queen to live in seclusion in the palace, holding the phoenix seal alone.
He only allowed her to give birth to a dragon heir because of his deep love and trust. , was named the prince, just because he thought that he would plan for her a hundred years later.
She even allowed her to interact with her close relatives.
Even though the prince was her biological child, the Tian family had no family ties and she had no powerful relatives.
It may not be able to protect her from everything in the future.
That's it, that's it.
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Putting her first in everything, but still can't change her sincerity.
I still remember the first time I saw a beautiful woman in a remote palace.
It was like a pearl washing away the dust, and the room was filled with splendor.
I would never forget her as soon as I saw her.
From then on, every time he met her as the son of a foreign minister, he talked with her about songs and poems, drank tea and paintings with her, listened to her play the piano and tasted flowers.
He left when he felt something moved, which made him get more and more into his heart.
It was not until three months later that an imperial edict was issued to promote her as a concubine.
There were many ups and downs in the palace, and as an emperor, he couldn't do whatever he wanted, but he still tried his best to protect her until she was given the position of noble concubine.
As they gradually get along with each other, he often has doubts about why she always predicts the unknown, why Fang is so young but as deep-minded as a woman who has been immersed in the palace for many years, why he is already in love while she is on the other side of the river, Watching him sink from far away.
Why did she care so much about the Bai family's imperial physician, and always sent people to look for him?
It was obvious that they had been separated for a long time, but why was this supreme honor only to be trampled upon ruthlessly. why why He had thought about it carefully but could not get the answer.
He had wanted to kill Bai Changli, but he let him go after seeing him once.
She had wanted to put her far away and never see each other again, but she could not resist him. thoughts.
He is the emperor, with power over the world.
He gives her all the honors and favors he can bestow, and puts down his dignity, but cannot find an answer.
Perhaps the rare thing in this world is perfection.
One word of love, held in his heart. , no matter how hard you try, you won’t be able to achieve perfection.
Until three years ago, she suddenly fell in love with spiced incense.
He found exotic fragrances in the world for her to play with.
At some point, the fragrant incense floated in the dormitory he shared with her.
Every time she smelled it, she always felt refreshed.
Clear, unconsciously dependent.
The combination of this fragrance and the dark fragrance floating on her sleeves made him emotional every time.
He knew something was wrong, but he didn't expect that she would be so cruel.
Just three years, just three years Concubine Yun Guifei looked at the frail emperor on the sick bed and heard him ask her why, why there were so many things in this world.
She was born into a minor official's family.
Because of her outstanding appearance, she was sent to the palace and made a lower-class concubine.
She was favored by him.
She thought she would rise to the top from then on, but she didn't expect that he had no attachment to her at all, leaving her alone in this miserable state.
A virgin girl is taught and chastened by others.
After twenty years in the palace, her complexion gets old, her beauty is no longer the same, and all her ambitions are wasted.
Even the little maids disdain to be with her, and only her childhood companions help her from time to time.
If not, she would have died long ago.
Even with such torture, she endured it.
In this deep palace, many things she asked for could not be obtained, and many beautiful people like flowers grew old in the time, and she was just one of them. one person.
But even so, after the emperor's death, she was unwilling to accept the remaining life of the Ancient Green Lantern Buddha.
Unwilling to do so, fate had decided that she could only die in silence, with no one remembering or knowing.
After she woke up from the dream, it seemed that she had gone back many years before entering the palace.
Looking at the flowers in the mirror that had not yet bloomed, she secretly made up her mind.
Zhuang Sheng Meng Die, whether in a dream or not, she must be extremely prosperous in this life.
In the world, we will no longer be nameless, and we will be happy to have our bodies broken into pieces: