However, Xin Yi sat in the bumpy carriage, listening to the discussions of pedestrians outside the car, these turbulent bustles, watching one by one with excitement and red faces, she just lowered the curtain boringly.

Although she heard that she was named a first-class Taifu, she was shocked that Li He's so-called "power to elect the king" was so heavy, and that Jin Yue and the others had killed no less than 100 people in order to ensure that she sat firmly in this position, her heart inevitably trembled.

But it was only for a moment, and silence returned.

However, Xin Zhi, who was sitting on the side, was sitting on the side for a few days, and the excitement on her little face was like that of the top, and she staggered vigorously: "The sixth sister is actually the Taifu, the first product is the Taifu! There is also a chess boy, who is actually the prince, the regent Yue Wang, the East Palace of the world! ruthless, they are all ruthless!"

Of course, not only Xin Zhi, but also the rest of the maids and maids were not calm for a few days when they heard these news, but seeing that Xin Yi, the main master, always had a cold face, he gradually faded away.

As for Xin Qi, his face has never changed, and everything is expected.

This is a team of chariots and horses out of Chang'an, not grand, simple carriages, carrying some half-used belongings, are heading south along the official road.

Because of the changes in the court, the two saints are in power, and people all over the world are flocking to Chang'an, the center of this storm, watching the lively people who pick up cheap and go to do business, making Chang'an Pass more than 100 times more lively than in the past.

Therefore, Xin Yi's slightly shabby carriage and horses out of the city are a little strange.

However, no one cared about them, and no one thought that sitting in the car was the female lady who was in the limelight, and Chang'an was becoming the most prosperous in Kyushu again, full of desire.

Xin Yi pressed the curtain of the car with a crossbar, it was too noisy outside, and the people who were rushing to Chang'an were like rushing to the market, which made her upset, and occasionally squeezed the words "Regent Yue Wang" into her ears.

It upset her even more.

"Master Taifu, don't close the curtain! Ah Zhi will listen to what is going on outside! Now the city is lively, seven or eight words a day, and the storyteller has moved his business to the official road!" Xin Zhi hurriedly reached out to block the crossbar, and her little head squeezed out with great energy.

"If you call Master Taifu again, the sixth sister will ask for family law. What people stuffed, your sixth sister doesn't want yet. Don't talk about it for a day, and you have a long face. Xin Yi pulled Xin Zhi angrily and put down the crossbar, "We have nothing to do with Chang'an in the future, don't just remember the excitement." ”

Xin Zhi had to sit back obediently, pouting, unhappy, and seeing Xin Yi sigh again.

Ah Zhi is fourteen, what was she doing when she was her age?

Is it the same, bent on watching the excitement, running into the storyteller, always listening to "fun things" in the ears, and putting a cannon in the east is afraid that the west side will know that it is missing.

I don't know the suffering of the world. The world has changed a few times in the wind and rain, and I only recognize it, whether it is lively or not.

Come to think of it, it's good, at least live an easy life, and those wasteful things don't live in your eyes.

Xin Yi smiled suddenly, saying this, he was old.

Think about what she did in the first half of her life? Relive a lifetime, fifteen to eighteen, but in three years, she seems to have lived half a life.

Entangled with that person, deceived again and again, and now I can't be sure, in this acquaintance, how much is there, her sincerity, she can never guess, she can't see clearly, and she can't touch it.

What she wanted, from beginning to end, was just a sincere heart. However, what that person wanted was only the icing on the cake, and now that he was only half a step away from the end, he was afraid that he would be more like a passerby, just a flash in the pan.

There is another person who can't be counted. She is guilty, people are not grass and trees, she feels that she has no face to face him, fortunately, what he wants in his heart is only merit, no accident, Wu Hui will be the choice of the concubine, a match made in heaven.

He is just a small fish who is powerless to decide anything in the vicissitudes of time.

As for the others, those fames are wasted, they are mixed with the five surnames and seven hopes, and they are famous all over the world in the palace, and now Mrs. Lao Shizi seems to have never been what she wanted.

She has always been carried forward by the chess game, and everyone has seen her grievances like legends, but no one understands her helplessness and cannot deceive herself.

Xin Yi raised her eyes, and saw Xin Qi riding a horse in front of the team, her father, her closest person in the world.

Xin Yi let out a turbid breath and smiled.

Three years are like a dream, and the first half of such a life is about to end.

In the second half of his life, in a small village, he opened a shop, lived with his father A Zhi, lay on a bamboo chair to make a sencha, and planted two tufts of wheat behind the shop. When the sun is good, a bunch of people set up a tea bureau on the bluestone slab, and the pumpkin seeds are napped.

What a day.

Those Chang'an are like dreams, he, and him, they can all go at any time, what are the grievances, but a cup of tea after many years. Chang'an is prosperous, step by step, maybe you can still remember some fragments when you knocked pumpkin seeds as a child, but the people who have been buried in it can't come back.

For example, the green butterfly, such as the grandmother, such as the uncle and aunt who died under the knife of the Wang family or the Lu family, such as the little brother who closed his eyes in her arms but was still smiling.

She couldn't take them with her anymore.

Xin Yi closed his eyes, frame by frame of the past, no matter whether he was thrilling or lingering in love, it all turned into clouds, and then a gust of wind passed, and it was all gone.

That's enough. She's had enough.

But in the blink of an eye, after thousands of thoughts, Xin Yi's face turned blue and white, from white to cold, and finally turned into a wave of fatigue, as if he could finally take a break after walking too many roads.

Obsession, power, love, chess, calculation.

Let's take a break.

"I'm tired. ”

Xin Yi spit out two words faintly, leaned softly on the cushion, and the dust between his eyebrows turned into a ray of moonlight at the bottom of his eyes.

"Taifu...... Oh no, Sixth Sister, this car is bumpy, if you are tired, there is a post station in front, I will let Daddy rest?" Xin Zhi came over with concern, not understanding the deep meaning of "tired", so she just added several soft cushions for Xin Yi.

Xin Yi was about to shake his head, but he stumbled slightly, and then the carriage stopped.

A sound of horses' hooves approached, and Xin Qi's somewhat complicated voice came from outside the curtain: "Six girls, turn around." ”

Xin Yi was stunned. Back?

She didn't know why, she woke up but didn't move, the carriage and horse didn't continue to walk, and after a while, Xin Qi repeated the sentence again, this time, the tone was a little unsteady.

"Six girls, just once, just turn around. ”

Xin Yi was surprised. Subconsciously lifted the curtain of the carriage, poked out half his head, and looked back, but his heartbeat seemed to be still in an instant-

The Chang'an City Gate can still be seen in the dust of the carriages and horses, and a figure appeared on the city gate, with vague eyebrows and eyes, and a long body and jade.

Silk. It is a colored shirt.

This is the closest to the color of the bright yellow, declaring the noble and unparalleled identity of that person.

Like the sun, the man stood alone on the city tower, looking at the direction of the carriage and horses, and the common people who recognized the color under the city pass knelt down excitedly and shouted "Chitose".

Although his eyebrows and eyes were not very clear, but he only glanced at it from a distance, and even the uncontrollable heartbeat in the dark, as well as the wind and sunlight he brought, Xin Yi knew very well who he was.

It's just that the noble color is too strange.

In her memory, the chess boy who was dressed in a plain shirt, refined in chess, and had a poisonous and ruffian mouth had already died on top of Taiyue.

Yes, the chess boy is dead.

The regent King Yue, no one has the courage to call him a son.