The temple is broken in the mountains, there is no Buddha and no statue, and the only four-walled tile house is barely sheltered from the wind and rain.

The mottled red wall encloses a narrow table, and two worn candlesticks with half weeping candles. The wind and rain are too low to groan, and the candles are shaking.

With a long roar, the black horse with four hooves stepping on the snow stopped in front of the temple gate, and the tall figure jumped down from the horse's back, and rushed to the side of the person lying against the wall in the temple in three or two steps.

"Bright worker. ”

Nian Qianyao sat up in shock, pulled the injury on his shoulder, endured the pain in his heart, and looked up at the visitor, "Master ......"

The person who came was Prince Yong, who was in a hurry to find - Aixin Jueluo Yinzhen is also.

I saw him frowning to stop his subordinates' movements, knelt beside him on one knee, carefully picked the neckline to the side of his shoulder to look at the injury, and suddenly withdrew his hand and tore off the cloak tied around his neck.

The candlelight flickered, and the darkness covered it.

……

The two men sat against the wall, a big black hat diagonally on their shoulders, about to slip off the shoulders of Nian Qianyao, who was caught by Yinzhen's two fingers and covered under his palms, covering the skin exposed to the wet and cold air and directly covering the corners of his chin and lips that were pillowed on his shoulders.

"Master...... Slave ......"

As soon as he said that, he pulled the affected area, and when he tried to speak again, he paused and sealed his teeth.

"Fujin ......"

Yin Zhen's eyes sank, and his thumb pressed on his slightly open lips, "It's not worth it to provoke her to do anything, and it hurts you." Just wait for another day, if I sit on that chair, you will ......" refers to the movement of his heart, and the snow-white brocade that is wrapped around his left shoulder and gradually reveals falls above his red chest, and the palm of his hand suppresses the heartbeat, "under one man, above ten thousand." ”

"Slave...... Lianggong didn't dare to be delusional, and only assisted the master. ”

"It's angry talk. I'm not good to you? It's just half a step late, and I'm finally here, and I can still abandon you?"

"Embroidery...... The master has not seen more pampering of the little sister, I am afraid that the master still remembers Fujin in his heart. ”

This is even more stupid. Seeing her, but not seeing you, if you think of you more day and night, how can you have the mind, I am afraid that I will send you a letter to ask you to come to Beijing a long time ago, and I will not miss the important matter of you and me. ”

……

A few years later, the situation changed early, and the person who promised it had been on the throne for four years, as he wished.

Nian Qianyao still thought about it until he died - in the world, the so-called men, there are women, at least one, for yin and yang. Heaven and earth, sun and moon, day and night, cold and heat, or up and down, are all yin and yang. Another example is that he and his family rule the country and level the world...... Things have a beginning and an end, and knowing the order is the shortest. There is a way to impermanence.

Don't be greedy for truth and falsehood, and don't mention your feelings again, he is a king, he is a minister. Monarchs and ministers also have a way.

Change?

Maybe.

What's more, it was never him who was above the ten thousand people under that person, and he had others for his own relatives and kings, and the name of Yixian could not fall on the heads of outsiders. Nian's family, little sister, and himself are probably all chess pieces.

Believe it or not, it is difficult to tell if your life has come to an end, and if you talk about it again, you will wait for the next life.

At the top of the country, there is no concubine, no slave, the only emperor and queen.

Others, bow down to the subordinate.

Maybe it was the shot back then, if it was a little bit or lower, or if he came half a step later, he would have less hope and break his obsession and infatuation earlier.

Today, the past is gone, and finally like a passing water, there are no heroes. Success or failure turns empty.

The country is still there, and they are all laughing and talking.