If there is no rest of his life, Shen Changan will not be able to survive the past fifteen years.
The loneliness is too long, and the night is heart-wrenching.
He can't feel all the joy in the world, this emperor sitting, it hurts people the most, but there are still so many people who fight to grab it.
The young man burst into tears: "My father knew that the emperor was suffering, so he was going to give it to me, where did he go?"
” He never rejoiced in the acquisition of this throne, what about the power of the world, and what about the admiration of the world?
It's better for his parents to raise their eyebrows, and he wraps his knees around his knees.
"The king of Beiliang is here, the empress is on the throne, and your father has gone to Beiliang."
Hongyi remembered the girl who was in swaddling clothes many years ago, she hugged her, and now she has her rivers and mountains to protect.
Now the young man she brings with her has the same fate.
This side responds to what the world said, Chongmen Huan, she and Nanqin and Beiliang have an indissoluble fate, shaking the royal industry of these two countries.
Now her children are sitting on the two countries, but she is not the ultimate winner.
In this pursuit of hatred and imperial power, there is no winner.
In the story of his aunt, the young man knew the grievances between the king of Beiliang and his father, the emperor and his mother, and knew that the new empress of Beiliang was his sister. was even more sad and wept: "Sister ascended the throne, my father is gone, I ascend the throne today, will my father come back?"
” Hongyi wiped away the young man's tears with a handkerchief, knowing the cruelty, but he still told the young man: "Your father told me when he was leaving, he will not come back. ” "Is he going to be in Beiliang for the rest of his life?"
It's not that the young man is ruthless and doesn't want his father to accompany his sister, but he also wants someone to accompany him.
If he can, he still gives this imperial throne to his father, he goes to Beiliang to find the sister who is connected to his blood, she and he generally have no mother by his side, it must be very hard.
Fifteen-year-old girl's family, how to support Beiliang?
Hongyi shook his head: "No, your father will not stay in Beiliang." ” Thinking of Shen Changan's parting words, Hongyi's heart was a little sad, a little sad, but infinitely gratified.
He finally let go of what was behind him, but looked for her.
"Where did the Emperor go?"
Even his enthronement father refused to come, is there anything in this world that can compare to today?
A smile appeared on the corners of Hongyi's eyes, and he said softly: "Your father, I'm going to find your aunt." ” Fifteen years, time flowed like water, inadvertently flowing through her fingertips, and she couldn't help but wonder what that woman had become now.
She really wanted to see her.
The young man's tearful eyes were bright, and his sadness turned into surprise: "Then will A-Niang come back with her father?"
” Hongyi felt a pain in her heart, and said cruelly: "Aunt thinks, they won't come back." ” After so many years, Chongmenhuan would have come back long ago if she wanted to come back, and now that her children have their way to go, she will not come back.
The boy did not speak again, and there was a long silence.
The most difficult thing to understand is what happened back then, and the most irreversible thing is his aunt.
The door of the palace came from the inner supervisor's respectful reminder: "Your Majesty, the time has come." ” The golden bell had already sounded countless times, and the time chosen by Qin Tianjian to ascend the throne had arrived, and the young man was still unaware of it, kneeling on the ground for a long time and silently.
"Don't cry."
Hongyi helped him up distressedly, carefully wiped his tears with a handkerchief, and advised: "Ascend to this throne, from now on you will be the emperor of Southern Qin, you must shoulder the heavy responsibility of the common people, rejuvenate the country and protect the mountains and rivers, and achieve a lifetime of hegemony." ” Walked up to the Jinluan Hall and received the kneeling of the people of Southern Qin, from then on, he was no longer a young man, but the noble emperor of Southern Qin.
Walking through his father's path, tasting the loneliness of his father's emperor, he will eventually grow into a cold emperor!
The young man thought, his sister, the moment she stepped on the throne, she was probably as desolate as him, standing at the highest place, without the company of her parents, noble, but infinitely lonely.
"Auntie, I see."
The young man replied in a low voice, and as he walked out of the hall, he muttered, "This road, walking alone, is really cold." ” Luan drove away, the golden bell roared, and the young man ascended to the position of the Ninety-Five Emperor alone.
The red clothes stood in the hall, not moving for a long time, quietly wiping away tears.
If there is an afterlife, may the young man be born in the house of the people.
The snow on Wenling Mountain has begun to melt, and the plum blossoms have quietly fallen, and the decayed and withered flowers that have been paved on the ground have quietly melted into the soil.
When heavy snow falls next year, the flowers will bloom.
Ask the years on Lingshan, day by day, year after year.
Ziyi inserted the last cluster of plum blossoms into the porcelain vase, glanced at the woman who was carefully drawing at the low table, and the ink was blurred, and it was the clouds and mist on the Ling Mountain.
Over the years, her paintings have only been related to Wenling Mountain.
No one has no smoke, only cold mountains and water, clouds and fog.
At that time, when the news of Helian Zheng's death came, the sheep in the woman's hand trembled, and the ink fainted and ruined half a month's blood, and that night, she sat all night.
She accompanied her and wanted to say something to explain, but in the end, the woman did not shed a single tear.
After a long night, she didn't say anything, and when the sky was slightly white, she finally murmured, "That's good." ” Therefore, life and death are only their destination.
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There is a lot of suffering in the world, and it turns into smoke, and it is expected that he can live more quickly.
One sentence is very good, it sounds indifferent, who knows how many times she has turned melancholy and sadness in her heart, and in the end, there is only one sentence that is very good.
One day, she will also disperse like him, and he is waiting for her on Huangquan Road.
After three months like this, she never mentioned Helian Zheng again.
If you want to talk about her thoughts in the world, in addition to the two children, I am afraid that there is only one Helian Zheng, and I miss him for many years.
Ziyi is very sad, there is one less person in this world who is really happy with Chongmen.
After some thoughts, I'm afraid that no one will remember that there is a woman in this world who calls Qin Xuanji, and also calls Chongmenhuan, and no one remembers her sorrow and suffering.
After thinking about it several times, she dared to say cautiously: "Emperor Nanqin is here again, he has been waiting outside the door every day for the past two months." ” Every time she went down the mountain to buy daily necessities, she could always see the man standing outside the door.
The years are really unforgiving, and they have made him full of gray hair.
He is still tall and proud, and the frost and coldness engraved in his bones have not diminished in the slightest, but his body is stained with the silence left by the lonely years.
It's no longer like the bloody and fierce back then, and the king is gorgeous.
This person is a natural emperor, he should be above the top of the clouds, so lonely, she looks at it, and she can't bear it.
In that past, Shen Changan failed to retreat.
"Miss, don't you really see him?"
Ziyi asked tremblingly, for fear that mentioning Shen Changan would make Mei Zhi's face change.
It's just that her panicked thoughts have all come to naught.
The woman who was holding on to the sheep's hair looked motionless, did not have the slightest sign of disturbance, and her words were even more indifferent: "In this life, I will never see him." ”