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"Responsibility, good emperor?"

Emperor Zhao raised his head, forced back the tears in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse and low: "Yes, I have my responsibility, I can't be a faint king, I can't let you down, I can't let my father down...... But I feel uncomfortable, I can't help thinking about you, thinking about your smile, thinking about everything you have been. ”

"You know, when I was with your brother who was persecuted by King Ning and lost his limbs, his eyes were blinded, and his throat was ruined, he made me feel sincere admiration. It's all been like that, he still tries to live, he doesn't seek death, he suffers from severe physical and mental pain, he tries hard to keep himself alive, he can't see me, he can't speak, but he makes it clear to me that he is a strong, extraordinary man. If he hadn't been calculated by King Ning, if he hadn't suffered like that, I think that after he took charge of the Great Jin Dynasty, he would definitely be a good emperor who was wise and martial, and he was a great Ming monarch. ”

"You like him?"

However, if nothing happens to him, if I have the opportunity to get along with him, I think it is possible for me to like him, and what I like about him must be his personality charm, so as the king of a country, you should not ignore your own responsibilities because of such a small matter, and forget your people and your country. ”

"Can I hear you again?"

The pain in Emperor Zhao's heart was reduced a lot, and he longed to talk to her, longed to hear her voice, even if he couldn't see anyone, it was enough to make him happy.

"Who knows, I don't know how I suddenly came back when I had left this world......"

"Dance, are you still there?"

What answered Emperor Zhao was silence.

"You're gone, you're still leaving!" he laughed more ugly than crying, with tears in his eyes, and murmured: "I will take the responsibility on my shoulders, I will be a good emperor, you can rest assured, I will not let you down." ”

King Ning was confined in the mansion, how many years have passed, he doesn't know, and he doesn't have the heart to think, at this time, he sat in the study, looking at the portrait of the woman hanging on the wall, and his low and sad voice sounded from time to time: "I'm not dead, why are you dead?"

The body is thin, the hair is white, and his eyes are extremely sad: "Didn't you expose all my conspiracy, didn't you send me from heaven to hell, you should be happy, you should live better than anyone else, you should have nothing to come to me to mock and ridicule, you should give me a sword fiercely, kill me, a ruthless and unrighteous villain, why is it suddenly gone, why did you suddenly leave this world?"

"Tell me, do you still hate me? Hate me for being negative to you, hate me for being determined against you, hate me for letting you die without a body?"

Qiao Ying stood in the center of the study, her indifferent eyes fell on his thin face and his white hair: hate? She didn't hate it for a long time, when her crimes were made public, when he was demoted to a concubine and imprisoned in King Ning's mansion by a holy decree, she no longer hated. It's easy to die, and for some people, it's often a relief, so being alive only makes those people more miserable.

King Ning, you loved in the past, you live, live to atone for the sins you have committed, and live to repent of the evil things you have done.

Her eyes were still pale and waveless: "At this point today, you can't complain about anyone, King Ning!" An ethereal voice overflowed from her lips, and King Ning suddenly looked up nervously in the study: "Is it you? Is it you?" His voice trembled, and his expression was extremely complicated: "You're not dead, are you, the news I heard is fake, isn't it, you're still alive, right?"

No one answered him.

"I was wrong, Wu'er, I was wrong......" He covered his face, let tears welled up in his fingers, choked in his throat: "I shouldn't be responsible for you, I shouldn't play those shady tricks for power, Wu'er, I know it's wrong......" He confessed repeatedly, and a whimper came from the study, but he didn't wait for anyone to come to comfort him......

With an itch on her cheeks, Qiao Ying suddenly opened her eyes and muttered, "Did I just dream?" Or did her soul really return to that other world?

It's just that, whether it's still a dream, or a soul that has worn back to another world, in short, she is back now, back to this time and space that she has already loved.

Raising her hand to remove the elm leaves that had fallen to her face, she sat up and looked at the sky before her, and saw that the sun was already setting in the west.

It's time to go back to the army station, or the eldest aunt will only be worried.

Standing up and combing her short, slightly messy hair, she walked the way she had come.

Clinker, halfway to the road, she wiped her neck, found that the jade pendant that she had worn for a long time was missing, when she didn't think much about it, she returned along the road she walked, and carefully looked for the lotus-shaped jade pendant with exquisite carving and crystal jade in the grass, as far as her understanding of antiquities, the jade pendant was definitely called ancient jade, and from the diary left by her mother, she saw a record of the lotus-shaped jade pendant she wore.

When the grandmother of the Yun family was born, the jade pendant handed down by the mother's family was worn on the mother's neck from the neck, which was known by the mother from the mouth of the grandmother of the Song family, and later when she was born, the mother put this jade pendant from her own neck and put it on her neck, so far, the lotus-shaped jade pendant carved from the ancient jade has been worn by three generations, she must find it, otherwise, she is sorry for her mother, sorry for the strong affection of the mother for her daughter contained in the jade pendant.

As the sun set, Qiao Ying found the old elm tree where she had been lying before, and saw a man in a white shirt standing next to the boulder with his back to her.

As if hearing movement behind him, the man turned around.

"You ......"

The faint glow of the sun shrouded him, making his slightly cold face a little softer.

Qiao Ying stood still and didn't move, she looked at the man in front of her, watched his eyes gradually change from surprise to natural, looked at the smile on his face, the corners of her lips moved, she nodded politely, and greeted him out loud: "Hello." "It turned out to be him, a comrade of the People's Liberation Army who pulled the erhu and became superb.

"Hello. ”

Mu Feng caught her words and greeted her politely. There is obviously an ancient flavor on his body, but unexpectedly, this person smiled, it was so sunny and cheerful, Qiao Ying looked at Mu Feng, looked at the sunny smile on his face, and looked at his handsome face like the bright moon: "You play the second spring reflecting the moon is very memorable, whether it is the degree of understanding of the meaning of the song, or your playing skills, I admire it." ”