When the autumn is full of yellow leaves, and the winter is cold and miserable, Shen Qinwei's small courtyard is finally free, the day of spring is approaching, and the county capital is also crowded with people who come to take the exam.

The south of the city is full of the sound of Langlang books all day long, but it makes the ordinary people living here speak softly, lest they disturb the students who study hard next door.

I have to say that Shen Xiaoshen inherited the talent of her father Shen Shangshu, has an almost unforgettable ability, and has a gifted ability to derive and understand.

"Analects", "Mencius" two concurrent scriptures that heavy scrolls are only a look at Er'er, you can remember a rough idea, the five classics of the "Yi Guanyi", "Book of Songs", "Book of Books", "Zhou Li", "Book of Rites", "Book of Rites", on the point of view is even more talented, a quotation of the scriptures sprinkled with a thousand words of the scriptures can be done in one go.

Qi Caicai can't help but sigh that the creation is unfair, there are always people who don't need to bother much to equalize the efforts of ordinary people a hundred times, fortunately she is now the one who is promising, with her smart talent, she can let go of herself to the fullest, so as not to bury her head in reading all day long.

Juzi's life is only accompanied by books before the release of the list, and the fact that the Persian envoys came to the capital has nothing to do with them, after all, it is not enough to be lively and unrelated to the exam.

I heard that the apprentice grandson of the second cousin of the housekeeper of a certain royal palace said that he leaked his mouth when playing, and that the messenger from Persia was a general of Persia, with three heads and six arms, and great strength was infinitely different from ordinary people, good at conquest and killing, brave and good at fighting, and his status in Persia was comparable to that of the king of Persia.

Qi Caicai, who often sneaks out for a walk, has also heard about this matter, although it is hearsay, but he also has a little thought, Xu is who has gotten along with the royal people a lot before, and actually smells the smell of conspiracy.

However, since then, there has been nothing abnormal in the capital, and there are no more rumors, and the county capital ushered in the wax moon - the sacrifice day of Queen Xiao in a calm.

Nearly ten years have passed, and those drooping children may not know that there was a queen in the saint today, and the people were busy preparing for the New Year's Festival, and they also forgot that in the twenty-eighth year of Taihe, there was a woman named Xiao Xiuying who fell in the deep palace wall.

Only the East Palace is getting more and more depressed, and the bandit stone is divided into several aspects to take care of it, while buying gifts and food for the New Year's Festival, while preparing for the prince to go to the imperial tomb to sacrifice, the happy event and the white thing are taken into account, the bandit stone suffers from the wind cold, Gu Xia is now looking at the prince, and he is also busy, and the bandit stone naturally did not ask for help, and he carried it down, and his body was even weaker.

The East Palace became like this all of a sudden, or because of the death of the crown princess, compared to the situation that the prince disappeared without news, now the prince is more worrying although he has returned safely, in order to warn himself that people who are not drinking suddenly got better with spirits, plus the prince has made great contributions to the battle, the princess is newly mourned, and the emperor gave him half a year to recuperate.

At the earliest, Gu Xia went to invite the Yunshang Palace to come, and brought the golden beads that had become the female official in charge to comfort the prince. Jin Zhu, who didn't want to know the general situation, only cared about hugging and crying with Tian'er, who was now guarding Yan'an Hall alone, and completely forgot the explanation of the attack on Yunshang Palace. And Xiyun himself is just that Yu Gong can't allow the prince to be so indulgent and degenerate, Yu Zhi also understands his pain, and it coincides with Queen Xiao's sacrifice day, so he swallowed the words of exhortation in his mouth, and went back to the palace with the gold beads.

Gu Xia saw that the attack on Yunshang Palace failed to dredge the depression in the prince's heart, and he couldn't bear the prince's confusion, so he personally went to stop it, but how could he stop the prince? Jumping around couldn't grab the wine jar in the prince's hand, it was just a joke.

The chief of the dark guard had an exchange with the bandit stone, he wanted to directly send the prince to the Qizhou Mansion where the Xiao family's foundation is located, Xiao Weiyu, the son of the Xiao family, was also there, and there was a response to the rest and rest, but the bandit stone rarely did not agree to this seemingly the most advantageous and safest way, and only told the chief of the dark guard that the heart disease is self-sufficient, and the big one will be healed, and where the depression will be solved, escape is not a way after all, and I must believe that His Royal Highness can see through it.

The chief of the dark guard only sighed when he looked at the prince who seemed to be a demon, and he also understood the meaning of the bandit stone, and the two watched from a distance as Gu Xia snatched the wine jar in the prince's hand in vain, as if he had returned to the day of Empress Xiao's funeral, the child who was smiling in front of people and hiding in the corner crying.

On the twenty-fourth day, the crown prince finally sobered up and got up early to prepare to ride his horse to the imperial tomb. At this time, it was not the time to worship at the imperial tomb, the prince asked the emperor for a decree, the emperor was addicted to alchemy these days, and he did not obstruct it, neither was it a big sacrifice, and there was no need to mobilize the people, the bandit stone had arranged everything, and the prince went alone.

The cold wind swept through the prince's face like a knife and pierced into his heart. Ten years ago, when his mother was killed, he couldn't do anything, and now he watched the people he wanted to protect lie in the coffin, all the same pale faces, the same cyanotic lips, black nails, and the same smiles.

He could understand the queen mother's desire to get out of the filthy palace wall, so he understood why the queen mother was so relieved. Is it really as Jiang Lu said that he hated himself so much that he used death to seek relief?

He had already returned, and despite the risk that the master said that he would be attacked by residual poison, he came back, but he only saw her cold and stiff.

Every time he dreams of the dazzling fire in the East Palace, it is like a volcano hell burning his soul, if ...... Whether she won't die or not, everything is still his fault.

The prince was whistled by the cold wind, and the paralysis left by days of alcoholism was swept away, but he became more and more sober.

Borrowing wine to drown sorrow is even more sorrowful.

He understood, but he had no other choice.

The days of leaving Shuofang were like a dream of Nan Ke, who had been fighting for many days without a letter from her, and every time he saw a letter with a fire seal stamped with her surname, he was deeply eager for the letter to be related to him, but the letter was always only General Qi's.

It's not that he didn't want to ask, he still wrote to her every time the war stopped, but because of his subtle self-esteem, he didn't ask her why he didn't reply to him, but just talked about what he saw and heard in Huifu, knowing that she loved the art of war and even had a large box of military books in her dowry, so he analyzed the course of each battle with her.

One, two, three...... He didn't know how many words he had written to her, but he knew that she wouldn't reply to him.

It's like the half-face makeup she painted on the wedding night, he doesn't blame her, but he can't soothe his contracture of the heart.

"The queen mother, you often say that as long as you put your heart into it, the stubborn stone can also be moved. But the queen mother, your tolerance and generosity, your mother's etiquette in the world, has you changed your pillow person in the slightest?"

The prince threw the paper money into the brazier, and in an instant the ashes were swept up by the wind, blinding him. There was no response to his question, and only an eternal silence answered him in the uninhabited imperial mausoleum.

But he was deprived of even the opportunity to warm her.

The paper money burned more and more, and the fire reflected on the prince's face, unpredictable. Suddenly, the crown prince took off the bronze mask on his right eye and left it next to the tomb of Empress Xiao.

The sky is high, and the boat is flattened. All kinds of things, just waiting for the floating.