She sat on the swing frame that was swinging high, and the smile like a jade bell melted into the wind, leaving a bright and rippling glow. ∮ Yan Moxuan ∮ ad-free ∮

Unexpectedly, he remembered Qu Lianyi, a bachelor who was ordered to teach her poetry and articles, and was shocked after seeing her swing by chance, and wrote the poems in one fell swoop-

The easel is double-cut and the jade is light, and the colored rope covers the green poplar smoke. The wind blew the fairy robe fluttering, and the jade face flew down to the nine heavens.

The wind blew the fairy robe fluttering, and the jade face flew down to the nine heavens.

A lot of the time, even he thinks so.

Is it the mother above the nine heavens who can't bear to leave him alone in this world, so she sent this incredibly beautiful and delicate person to become the only touch of color and warmth in his silent and forbearant long years.

I still remember the first time I saw her, she was helpless and delicate under the claws of the white tiger.

I still remember that after he woke up, what came into his eyes was the face of crying and smiling.

The reunion a few years later, he is a proton, and she is still a princess on the high, a pearl in the palm of the hand held by the saint, asking the moon not to give the stars.

Brother Yao, don't leave again, will you stay with Tian'er all the time?

So, he became her personal bodyguard.

Brother Yao, don't worry, as long as I am here, no one will dare to treat you wrongly, never.

Therefore, in the Bauhinia Palace, in the General's Mansion, everyone was respectful to him, and they were unwilling to be contemptuous in their hearts, and they didn't dare to show it on their faces no matter what.

Brother Yao, I will go to beg my father, I have been begging, he will definitely agree to our family, because in this life, I will only marry you.

Therefore, when the marriage decree was announced to the world, he looked at her delicate and beautiful smile, and told himself in his heart that he would be good to her for the rest of his life.

At that time, he didn't understand that his life was so long, and there was nowhere to escape variables and mistakes.

Brother Yao, taller, taller......

There was a faint smile on his lips, and his hands increased with force.

She looked back at him when the swing was about to swing to the top, her eyes reflected in the snow, but there was no smile in the past, and suddenly she let go of her hands holding the colored rope, and her skirt drew a fluttering shadow in the air.

His heart suddenly tightened, and he didn't have time to think about anything, just strode towards her figure.

She was in his arms, her lips were gorgeous, and her face had changed, but at that moment, she hit the bottom of his heart, the most fragile and soft position.

The tension in his eyes gradually turned into fear, the air was thin, and his chest was filled with suffocating pain.

hugged her tightly, as if as soon as he let go, she would disappear and his world would be overturned.

His fingers were shaking, almost spasming, but he couldn't wipe away the blinding red.

It's not blood, it's life.

Hers, or his?

And a smile suddenly appeared on her lips.

He watched, he knew what she was going to say, he knew he was in a nightmare, and he even knew that in the long years to come, this would be the only company by his side.

But there is nothing that can be done.

He couldn't stop it, and he couldn't even bear to refuse, because only at this moment, she seemed to be still by his side, and he coveted that moment of illusion and paralysis, even if it was painful, it had already invaded all the limbs.

He straightened up from the bed, holding his forehead with one hand, all covered in fine cold sweat.

And that soft word, as if he had never been far away, since then* his life—

I...... Never...... Forgive you...... Until I die......

Never...... Forgive you......

His lips suddenly pulled out a self-deprecating and desolate arc, and Qin An's voice sounded quietly in the empty hall.

"Your Highness, the time has come, and it is time for Your Highness to get up. ”

Qin An lowered his eyes respectfully, hiding the trace of distress in his eyes, he didn't know what he dreamed of, but he had seen too many times what he looked like after waking up from a dream, such a long and silent emptiness and loneliness.

This child he watched grow up since he was a child, he thought that he had finally walked out of the years when there were always nightmares, but he didn't expect that the short subsidence was just for the continuation of deeper pain.

He followed him, passed through the Taiji Gate with the display of Dan Majesty Dale and Zhonghe Shao Music Band, passed through the long line of honor guards such as flags and umbrella covers, and came to Dingqian Palace, in front of the spiritual seat of the first emperor, and performed three kneeling and nine bowing to announce the news that the new emperor was about to ascend to the pole.

It was a routine ritual, but he didn't get up for a long time after he knelt down.

Seeing that the auspicious time was approaching, the eunuch on the side looked slightly anxious, but he didn't dare to open his mouth to urge, so he couldn't help but look at him behind him as if asking for help.

He looked at his back in a white filial piety robe, and didn't know what he was thinking in his heart at this moment.

Is it regret?

Is it guilt?

Or, just that eternal and gloomy sentence-

In the next life, don't enter the prince's house.

He felt a pain in his heart, and was about to say something, but he saw the plain figure in front of him slowly stand up, turn around, his expression was calm, and even a little indifferent, and the light and shadow that was finally quiet between light and extinguish were vaguely visible in his eyes, and he could not distinguish between joy and sorrow.

In the sound of the celebrant eunuch's obvious sigh of relief, he followed him and returned along the same path, watching him take off his white mourning clothes and change into a bright yellow dress embroidered with dragon patterns under the service of a group of palace maids and eunuchs.

Walking into the main hall with his sleeves, the bead curtain was scattered, and the dazzling bright yellow was in a high position, luxurious and indifferent.

The hierarchical ceremony shrouded in the atmosphere of the funeral of the first emperor has a solemn atmosphere, and although the music of Zhonghe Shao and Dan Majesty is furnished, it is not played.

In the glimmer of dawn and in the silent and cold air, the civil and military officials knelt on the ground in unison, kneeling three times and bowing nine times, and the voice of "Long live my emperor" resounded in the sky.

There was a faint smile on his lips, a little tired and a little lonely, his eyes looked past the long guard of honor and the people kneeling on the ground, to see the end of heaven and earth, some unknown corner, cold.

"Herald—"

He spoke slowly.

This was his first will after his accession to the throne, and in the posture of the Son of Heaven, it was on top of this great enthronement, which was so inopportune but unquestionable.

The kneeling ministers on the Taiji Hall Square looked up together, and his voice sounded very faint-

"The daughter of the Murong family, virtuous and virtuous, sensible and righteous, chaste and quiet, should be the mother of all countries, and hereby take the book Baoli as the queen. ”

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