In front of the main gate of King An's Mansion, two majestic white marble lions are separated left and right. On the black jade plaque lintel in the middle of the pen, fun and pavilion www.biquge.info, is the handwriting of the current saint Murong Qing: the palace of the king of An.

Six large gilded characters were dyed pale in the face of the wind and snow, and a whole white curtain hung from the plaque, hanging down layer by layer, and the six pairs of welcoming domestic servants in front of the door were all plain, as if frozen into ice sculptures.

Murong Wei followed behind her mother, got off the sedan chair with a tassel, and saw Su Duhan standing in front of the door from a distance.

Year after year, he and she once stood side by side under the tall ginkgo tree in front of the door, young and did not know that the spring was short, smiling at the golden leaves like umbrellas, the sun was quietly sifting down, and time was scattered into mud.

Things are people, snow is flying, and he is no longer the brocade-clothed boy who smiles in his memory.

Su Duhan, the person who died with him in the fire, the person who imprisoned himself in the abandoned palace for ten years, the person who told a big lie and finally killed his relatives.

The hand stove is warm, but it can't warm the heart full of holes. Murong Wei stood silently, looking at the tall lintel of King An's Mansion.

Lang rode a bamboo horse and leaned on the window to make green plums. Even if I hate him to the bone, I can't forget the bright spring of a tree and the past of two little guesses.

Under the tall ginkgo tree, Murong Wei took a deep breath and stopped her slightly trembling body. She clenched her palms into fists, pinched out a row of dark purple crescents from her palms, and walked forward proudly with her back straightened.

Just like today in the previous life, Su Duhan, as the only male of the Su family, firmly supports the door of King An's mansion. The chief steward accompanied him to stand at the door, greeting every family and friend who came to the house to mourn, and his handsome face was still like a knife carved into a sword, deeply slashing Murong Wei's chest.

Full of wounds, all thanks to Su Duhan.

is indeed a handsome young man like the wind, otherwise how could he make his love deep-rooted. At that time, just for the sorrow of his eyes, he first cut off his liver and intestines, and was willing to lay down his body to make wedding clothes for him.

Why? I never thought of so many coincidences, and there are mysteries hidden behind coincidences? Why, before he was born, he had a pair of discerning eyes to see clearly the hatred that he could not extricate himself from behind his sorrow?

Behind him, an old servant held a white silk glazed bamboo umbrella for Su Duhan, and the snow-white filial piety clothes were blown up by the cold wind, revealing a corner of the moon-white cotton robe inside.

Under the high lintel, this young man who has not fully grown up looks thin and sparse, but he still stands upright, complementing the high lintel of King An's mansion.

The appearance of a young man and an old man fell in front of others, and everything was busy but not chaotic, which made many princes and ministers who came to mourn secretly praise in their hearts.

The door tiger will eventually support the huge façade of King An's mansion. Su Duhan's flawless performance at his uncle's funeral, coupled with the help of some ministers in the court, as well as the insistence of himself and his mother, made it natural for him to inherit the throne in the spring of the next year.

In this life, Su Duhan, who is like a play, don't want to arouse the slightest sympathy for Murong Wei.

The man didn't flick his tears when he had tears, but before he was sad, Murong Wei looked at Su Duhan's raging tears, and paid some attention to the meaning of this sentence with some playfulness.

Is he sad about his father's death? Or is he sad about his father's decision back then? He is so sad that he can turn into hatred, like a sharp knife, firmly stuck in the relatives of his relatives.

Or is he not sad at all, but he is used to doing dramas, paving the way for his future, so he acted so realistically.

The queen's phoenix ride is mighty, and Su Duhan has already been rewarded. He greeted him from afar, lifted his white robe, and knelt firmly in the thick snow in front of the two, "Chen Su Duhan greets the queen's mother." ”

"What are you doing kid?" In the past, Su Duhan always called Queen Chu his aunt, and Queen Chu never restrained him with complicated rules, but he didn't expect that in front of everyone today, Su Duhan would give such a big gift to himself.

Queen Chu was pitiful and distressed, and reached out with a faint husk.

Su Duhan gently avoided Empress Chu's hand by getting up, wiped his eyes dry with his sleeves, and bowed down to make a gesture of please, "The arrival of the queen mother and Feng is the unsurpassed glory of my king's mansion, and my father can go with peace of mind." ”

Just like in the previous life, Su Duhan squeezed the queen mother with words, but he felt so sorry for him that he couldn't be more distressed, and kept adding chips for him.

Murong Wei was aggrieved and took half a step forward and hesitated to stop, raising her head with tears in her eyes: "Does my cousin want Ah Wei to call you the son of the world and your aunt Mrs. Anguo in the future?"

Tears filled his eyes, dots fell, and the indescribable sadness was like wetting a pear tree, attracting everyone to stop. She doesn't need to act, she once loved him deeply, but now she hates him so much, and her heart is turned into broken tears, and every drop is blood in her heart.

The plain white girl was infinitely sad, and tearfully turned her head to hold Queen Chu's sleeve and shook slightly, "Queen Mother, my cousin has called your aunt all the time, is it possible that my uncle is gone, so we will have a part?"

Su Duhan's eyes froze slightly, and he lowered his head.

Murong Wei's stupid words did him a disservice, he just called the queen mother to everyone, and exchanged his Fu Xiao for the already tilted balance in everyone's hearts.

In the Zen position of the first year of Chongming, Su Rui beheaded his subordinates in order to support Murong Qing and knelt at the feet of the Son of Heaven. Now that the hero is gone, his wife was once the eldest princess of Xixia, but his son can only prostrate in front of the second princess of the past with the courtesy of a monarch and a minister, and be called a queen.

What Su Duhan wants is everyone's compassion, add these compassion to his own chessboard, play steadily and ruthlessly, and it is his original intention to play a winning and undefeated family account, and how to be willing to break off the relationship with the royal family.

An Wangfu without the support of his father, a widow of the palace without the title of princess, no matter how valuable the status of the prince is, how can he reach the queen's mother's nephew? He naturally knows that the person in front of him can give him unhonored dignity, or he can put him in the cabinet.

Murong Wei cried so much that she called her aunt and cousin, and her concern couldn't be suppressed.

Several ladies of the Decree were sad, and they also wiped their tears with handkerchiefs, and boldly came over to persuade them.

Su Duhan took a deep breath and lowered his head: "Auntie, cousin, Duhan is sad and confused, and she doesn't mean that." ”

Empress Chu was speechless for a while, and was silent at the door for a moment, as if the bright yellow fragrant Luo cover on her head could not cover the wind and snow, she trembled slightly, and Aunt Qin was busy supporting behind her.

Empress Chu held Murong Wei in one hand, took Su Duhan in the other, and slowly spoke, her voice was the same as usual: "Duhan, don't say such sad things in the future." Let's incense your father first, and then we'll see your mother. ”