I hope that in this life, she will have clothes in the cold winter and a lover for the rest of her life.
Changling understood Shen Chang'an's concern for the two children, so he carefully told him the news he got from the mountain: "It's that the rest of his life is difficult to understand, after four years on the throne, the harem is still empty, and the noble daughters sent by the ministers have been sent back by him, and until now, he refuses to marry." ” No one knows what kind of mind the rest of his life is, the nineteen-year-old boy already has a bit of Shen Changan's appearance, he is cold and scheming.
Under his rule, Nanqin became stronger and stronger, and the young son of heaven was praised by the world.
He lived up to Shen Chang'an's trust, governed the rivers and mountains of Southern Qin steadily, and became the god of tens of millions of people in Southern Qin.
It's a pity that the heart is too bland, and there is very little joy.
Shen Changan thought of the young man, his eyes dimmed a little, but soon, he was relieved, and there was an indifferent smile on his lips: "He respects the red clothes like a mother, and he is very filial, the red clothes will definitely handle the marriage for him, and he will not disobey her." ” The rest of his life is more filial, his affairs, the red clothes can be the master, and it is a matter of time before he gets married.
Hearing Shen Changan talk about the red clothes, Chang Ling's expression was gloomy for a moment, his eyelids drooped, he didn't speak for a long time, and his mind moved several times.
Shen Changan looked at him sideways, and said clearly: "After so many years, are you still worried about the matter of the red clothes?"
” Back then, he saw through Chang Ling's thoughts and intended to fulfill his marriage with Hongyi, but Lang had no intention of having a concubine, and Hongyi immediately rejected the marriage.
"The subordinates don't dare."
Chang Ling showed a wry smile: "After so many years, no matter how sad I was at the time, I don't dare to have delusions anymore now." ” He has affection for the red cloth, but fate makes people, after Chongmen Huan jumped off the cliff, the red clothes took the little prince and never left him all day long. vowed not to marry for the rest of his life and raise the prince to adulthood.
He waited for her for many years, but his parents' wishes could not be violated, and he finally married Wen'er of the small family Jasper, his wife was virtuous and gentle, and the two of them were also eyebrows.
Perhaps, after all, it is a little difficult to settle.
It's just that this life can only be like this, and he doesn't dare to do what he thinks anymore.
Shen Changan couldn't bear to hurt him, and quietly revealed a secret from many years ago: "Actually, Hongyi has you in his heart, and on the day you got married, the rest of your life said that my aunt cried for a long time, and then slowly faded away." ” Chang Ling's shoulders trembled, his expression was already sad, and he couldn't say a word.
The world makes people, and you can't help yourself.
He doesn't love as much as Shen Chang'an, so he can only let his parents tell him to marry someone else, and now he can't calm down, but it's just a fantasy.
There is no more point.
In fact, he is not a failed person, he can't ask for the person in his heart, and he can't do it wholeheartedly after marrying her, and he has failed two women.
In the end, he was depressed and couldn't rejoice.
"The snow has stopped, I'm going."
Shen Changan didn't say more, Hongyi's choice was mostly because of her deep relationship with the master and servant of Chongmenhuan, the master was gone, and she wanted to protect her children.
Creation often likes to make people, and everyone's life is already doomed.
Shen Changan raised his feet and was just about to leave, when he suddenly saw a woman walking hurriedly from the mountain road, her steps were in a hurry and she looked anxious, which looked very bad.
Chang Ling behind him asked in amazement, "Why is Ziyi here?"
” The person who came was the maid Ziyi next to Mei Rujiu, in the past few years, she rarely came to the cottage, and she rarely came to the cottage two or three times to talk to Shen Changan about Mei Rujiu. didn't say much, but for Shen Changan, it was all comfort.
Purple clothes rushed over, the skirt was already wet with snow, and she was slightly sweating on her forehead in the cold weather, panting and unable to speak.
Chang Ling hurriedly said, "Don't worry, speak slowly." ” has been with Mei Rujiu for a long time, and Ziyi has returned to calm and quiet, and has almost never had such a sickness.
I don't know why, the moment he saw the purple clothes coming, Shen Changan's heart hurt densely, like being eaten by ten thousand insects.
He stood in the wind, cold.
Before Ziyi could say anything, the tears had already flowed first, and her lips were white and trembling, and she said, "Miss......
Miss is not going to do it......
If you want to see ......
I can see her for the last time. ” With a bang, the food box hit the ground, and the man had already swept a long way away.
Walk through the thin snow of the blooming plum forest and gallop away.
For more than four years on the Ling Mountain, every time he went up the mountain, he went up step by step, never used light work, walked thousands of times, was pious, and was willing to eat.
Chang Ling looked at it, felt sad, and asked Ziyi: "What's wrong with her?"
” Ziyi carried the hem of her skirt and hurried up the road, Chang Ling followed closely behind, she ran fast, galloping lightly under her feet, and her voice floated in the cold wind: "Over the years, Miss has been sick intermittently, when the weather is warm, it is better, and when it is cold, it is even more sick." ” At the end, the hoarse voice and tears dissipated.
When Shen Changan first asked Lingshan, the young lady began to get sick, her body became weaker and weaker day by day, and she was carefully raised, and after the beginning of spring, it warmed up a little, and she got better for a while.
After the autumn, he began to get sick again, and in the depths of winter, it became more and more serious, and after four years, after all, the oil ran out, and he no longer had the strength to survive.
Ziyi's footsteps suddenly stopped and looked at Chang Ling: "Chang Ling, there is something I want you to do." ” "Just say it."
Chang Ling followed and stopped.
At this time, King Han should have entered the Painted Bone Building, and now that they are going, they have destroyed the last meeting between the two of them.
"Although Miss hasn't said anything over the years, I can see that there are people in her heart who can't let go."
Ziyi wiped her tears and was infinitely sad: "Beiliang is too far away, the empress can't come, you quickly go back to the Southern Qin Palace to find the red clothes to take the rest of your son up the mountain, and see the last side of the young lady." ” It's the first and last sight.
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Chang Ling nodded and headed down the mountain.
The tears of the purple clothes kept falling, and when he raised his eyes, the green mountains were far away and the ice and snow were shining, an empty frost white, and the north wind was terrible.
After more than ten years on Wenling Mountain, she felt for the first time that the winter on Wenling Mountain was so cold.
When he returned to the Painted Bone Building, he didn't see Shen Changan in front of the door, he finally couldn't help but enter the Painted Bone Building, and he had never forced his way through it once in these years.
All follow the wish of Mei Rujiu, if you don't see it, you won't see it, and he will sit outside the door every day to accompany him, and he will be infinitely happy.
In fact, even when she was dying, Mei Rujiu never let go of her mouth to see Shen Changan for the last time, and she was the master to find Shen Changan.
After many years of vicissitudes of wind and frost, Mei Rujiu quietly hid her seven emotions and six desires in front of the Buddha, but she has been with her for so many years, how could she not know.
Her heart, scarred for years, never healed.
How miserable life is.