Decade.

Yan Tianmu slowly walked down the steps of the main hall, the sky in early autumn was high and empty, he looked around the palace courtyard that he had been in and out all day, the flowers were similar every year, and the people were different every year. The power leans towards the government and the opposition, and he is still dissatisfied with filling the hole in his heart. Yan Weiqing, it has been 2 years since she was out fighting. Yan Tianmu could only look for traces of his son from the military newspapers that kept coming from the border pass. It's hard to imagine that a son who used to be a hippie smiling face all day long could become a ruthless warrior, killing and slaughtering cities. Anguo's territory is expanding, and his sins are growing. Maybe that's what happened in the long run?

Now he is gradually beginning to fear, afraid of heaven, afraid of fate, is he starting to grow old? The muscles on his face moved, as if he was smiling, and a sigh quietly escaped. After she left, his world changed. Lonely, lonely, the thoughts and pain that make people unable to sleep in the middle of the night, 'Tianmu', that call, like a spell, haunts him all year round. Nothing, only a heartache.

She escaped without a trace, and for ten years, she dug three feet into the ground without a trace. Could it be that they can only say goodbye to Huangquan?

Prince Gong grew up to be his fierce rival, the two fought openly and secretly, and occasionally, they also drank together, only drinking, not talking, drunk, and then went their separate ways.

Lei Yao put down the pen, the ink on the paper was not dry, looked at it for a while, then got up, threw it into the brazier next to him, and after a burst of light smoke, the people on it rode the wind away. Chao Yanzheng bent over to prune the flower branches, he was a little fatter, and his complexion was better than when he was young. Smelling the smell coming from the study, she frowned, and through the open window, she saw her husband with an indifferent face. They are all getting old, and the thorns in their hearts have been corroded by the years, and the rest is to foam at each other. She smiled and bent down again. Si Zhao has already married, and in the coming year, there will be a little prince. She didn't care that he was occasionally drunk, nor did she care that he occasionally muttered a name that wasn't hers. She was always the only one who could stay by his side.

Yan Weiqing drank all the wine in the bowl, and outside the tent was a faint cursing, presumably the soil had been buried in his chest, and he had no strength to scold, so he smiled faintly indifferently. His face was unusually evil, his dark eyes were gloomy, and he had a magic that seemed to be terrifying, and his thin lips were always the most cruel orders.

He was no longer the mischievous child at his father's knees, but a formidable adversary to the enemy. I hate the smell of blood, but I can't stop it. If it is because of the sins of the previous life that the mother and son are separated in this life, then let your sins be heavier, and if you are no longer a human being in the next life, you will no longer have to suffer, and you will no longer have to see your father suffer.

Siamje. Port.

As soon as the ships loaded with goods from other countries docked, the traders who had been waiting there for a long time rushed up.

"You watch your step. ”

A young man, followed by several attendants, disembarked from a large, delicate ship next to him. He is richly dressed, his bearing is extraordinary, his long body, his fair face, and under his long and neat eyebrows are a pair of slender Danfeng eyes, and his eyes are full of domineering.

"Don't follow me, go about your own way. He turned and said to the gray-clad attendants who were following him. His voice was not high, but it was quite majestic. And they made a move, and then they dispersed.

It takes two days and three nights to get here from Yangyi, and in this era of endless war, Siam, far from the mainland, is peaceful and peaceful. He had been here a few times, and his father had reached the age of illness, and the environment here was suitable for the growth of many kinds of medicinal herbs, and he often spent a lot of money to buy the best ones to go back and offer them.

Although it is an island country, the architectural style is not much different from that of the interior.

He was not in a hurry to go to the familiar herb shop, but walked slowly along the long street.

A carriage stopped at the gate of the silk village in front, and a little maid was lifting the curtain and helping the woman in the carriage down. Lei Zhan glanced at it casually, just as the person stood still on the ground, raised his head, his blue coat reflected the white skin, and his long and beautiful eyes had an indescribable charm. He froze where he was. When the carriage left, I saw a middle-aged man come out of the silk village and hold the woman, who tilted her head slightly, said something with a smile, and then the two entered the store together. Unable to explain why, he walked over briskly and entered the store without thinking.

She was sitting on one side, as if picking out fabric. Her side is very delicate, and her long eyelashes are slightly fanned. As if sensing his gaze, she turned her head. Looking at each other, he only felt that his eyes were bright, his impeccable appearance, and his eyes were also vivid, with a thousand charms. Déjà vu.

When she saw that he was stunned, she lowered her head.

"Madame, let's go. The middle-aged man came out of the back room with a curtain hat in his hand. When he saw Lei Zhan, his body trembled imperceptibly, and he still walked up to the woman quietly, and carefully helped her put on the curtain hat.

"Shopkeeper, greet guests. He shouted to the people over there, and then said politely to Lei Zhan: "What do you need, please pick over there." ”

Lei Zhan looked at the middle-aged man, a businessman, but he had such a sharp gaze, and his bearing around him was not to be underestimated. He nodded, but secretly looked at the person in front of him.

"Can you go?" the woman's voice was gentle and pleasant, like a spring breeze. Lei Zhan couldn't help but look at it more.

"Let's go. The middle-aged man carefully hugged her as if he was holding some treasure, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were overflowing with love.

"Guest?" the shopkeeper shook his head when he saw him in a daze. No wonder as soon as he went out, the lord had to cover his face with his wife, and look, if he was not careful, he shook people.

"That man's eyes are very similar to mine. Xiyan was thoughtful.

"It's very similar. Han Lang held her hand and said casually.

"Hmm. She nodded.

"Let's get some rest, there's still some way to go. Han Lang took her into his arms, leaned against his chest, and patted her shoulder.

"Good. Xiyan obediently snuggled up to him and threw what had just happened out of the clouds.

"Are they Siamese?" Lei Zhan asked, "Are you sure?"

"Sure. "The man in gray returns.

"Let's go down. Somehow, the woman always made him feel familiar, so familiar that it was inexplicable.

Maybe it's a delusion. He shook his head, smiled, and went to bed.

Following. In front of the bronze mirror.

He looked at himself inside and found the source of that familiarity: she had the same eyes as himself. The only thing the queen left him was. But he couldn't think of what the queen mother described in his father's mouth would look like. Maybe that's what it looks like. The corners of his eyes were a little wet.