The beauty buried in the depths of memory is still surging like a tide, and it will rush at some point and overflow through my long-dried heart. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Su Duhan was stunned for a moment, and it was difficult to distinguish between sweetness and sourness for a while, and he followed his mother's side not far away.

The city gate tower is more real, the bright fireworks soar into the sky, as if thousands of trees and pears are in full bloom, gorgeous the entire night sky. A very low golden dahlia has not yet fully bloomed, followed by a true purple chrysanthemum, which dyes the night sky with a brilliant color.

On the city tower is the ministers and stars holding the moon, standing in a row behind Emperor Chongming, and under the city tower is the people of the imperial city are empty, all come to pay homage to the appearance of the Son of Heaven.

With the last five-colored peony-like fireworks, the night sky was low and low, and the upstairs and downstairs were thunderous. I don't know who started it, but it was wave after wave of response: "Long live Your Majesty, long live, long live." ”

The cheers rushed one after another, like the pouring moonlight, and like the river that burst the embankment, mixed with entangled memories, roaring past Su Duhan's body.

The vermilion palace lamp reflects the Chongming Emperor, the king in the peaceful and prosperous era, under the bright yellow Zhu Yinghua canopy, the Chongming Emperor wearing a purple and gold crown is gorgeous and noble, and the clear face is full of fortitude, with the pride and ambition of looking down on the world.

The nine red gold dragons flying on the bright yellow brocade robe gradually became vivid and smart, as if they coincided with something in the depths of his memory, and Su Duhan's eyes were in a trance, looking familiar and unfamiliar.

In the vast sea of lights, the bright yellow figure vaguely became himself, but why was he holding a sharp blade that was still dripping blood in his hand, and he saw his mother in full makeup like a flying butterfly fighting a fire, jumping up from the city gate tower, like a dead leaf butterfly swaying in the wind, turning into a piece of smoke and crying blood.

The residual red dots are like drunk, and the white bones are like mountains. Empress Chu, Xu Zhaoyi, Meng Zhaoyi, Murong Hui, Murong Peng and Murong Xuan, how could these people in front of them turn into dry bones, and the horizontal eyebrows pointed coldly at themselves, and then swept away, the voice of the mountain shouting long live sounded distant and extremely familiar.

Is it in a real dream, or when did you stand on the high city gate tower, accept the worship of the people of the world, and watch the bones of these people around you turn into ashes?

It should have been happy, but Su Duhan felt a little cold to the bone. At first, it was a very small wound, but gradually spread throughout the body, and the sharp pain seemed to tear his body apart, and some memories wanted to come out majesticly, but they seemed to be firmly sealed by something.

Why is the memory of the Ninety-Five Supreme overlooking the world so clear, and the sorrow of the lonely people in the cold in the high places, like the ebb and flow of the tide, washing away the barriers of memory, but it can't break out of the cocoon.

"Twilight Han, do you want to add some clothes, aren't you trembling?" It was the mother-son connection, Chu Zhaohui's eyes never took his eyes off his son's face, saw his tightly knit brows, and inadvertently shuddered.

Su Duhan stood in the dim light, the expression on his face was clearly extinguished, and he held his mother's soft and gentle hand. The red makeup is picturesque, but in the depths of my memory is the figure that floated and withered, jumping from the city gate tower.

Is it because I have been thinking about it for a long time, or at a certain moment in the years, there has really been such an ending.

Looking at his mother's concerned eyes, Su Duhan wiped the dry corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, his clear eyes were gentle and attached, and he wrapped Chu Zhaohui's eyes for a long time: "It's not cold, it's just that my eyes are not very comfortable, but now they are much better." ”，

The strange feeling in his heart has not disappeared, but it is so fast that he can't grasp it, only the feeling of overlooking his subjects is still clear and familiar, not like in a dream.

The corners of Su Duhan's mouth hooked, and it bent into a silent smile. Fireworks are fleeting, and the cold moon is merciless. Looking at one colorful fireworks after another, from blooming to withering, it is a short moment.

Will the things that I am going to pay for at all costs and so hard to pursue be like this fleeting fireworks, with only a short life?

Even though there were many contradictions, from the moment he made up his mind, Su Duhan deeply understood: there was no turning back when he opened the bow, and he would still choose to move forward bravely.

Back to the heavy pavilion, the banquet has been re-arranged in the main hall. A large round table with vermilion lacquer was packed this time. Emperor Chongming and Murong Peng both changed their regular clothes and sat down at the family banquet.

With the king sitting, although the attitude of the two Zhaoyi Niangniang towards the Ann King's Mansion has been somewhat restrained, it is still an eyesore.

It's just that the queen mother, the emperor and her family enjoy a quiet family, and on such days, Su Duhan didn't dare to show a trace of dissatisfaction. Inadvertently caught a glimpse of Meng Zhaoyi's neither humble nor arrogant gaze, Su Duhan replied with his usual cheerful and elegant eyes. In the dialogue with the elders, he is still modest and moderate, and he looks like a young man.

With the best wine from the Western Regions, Murong Wei toasted to her late father, drank two glasses, and was fumigated by the thin wine, so that her thin lips were red, and her smile was very moving.

The days of childhood sweethearts are like ten fingers around the heart, and there is no day that I forget it. Even though she was alienated between her cold eyebrows, he still had the first and longest attachment to her in his heart, and he had not completely stripped it off.

Murong Wei got up to take the cup for Emperor Chongming, and shook the sleeves of Emperor Chongming's pale yellow civilian clothes coquettishly, and asked his father to drink the wine in the cup.

Forgetting the unhappiness of the banquet for a while, looking at the beautiful woman as promised, Su Duhan thought of the paradise in Yuping Mountain for a while.

In the news from the tassels, Murong Wei is going to build a peach forest, a lotus pond, a dangui garden and a red plum forest there, and there is a vast sea of flowers all year round.

This morning, the two met on the secluded path outside Shoukang Palace, and the tassel also said that Murong Wei had described to her the beautiful scenery of Yuping Mountain, as well as the hot springs in Qinglian Terrace.

For a moment, looking at the beautiful woman beside him, and then thinking about the early bloom of his mother's sideburns, for fear that the floating figure of his mother's body like a withered butterfly in his imagination would come true, Su Duhan's hard heart actually gave birth to a trace of softness.

What is the great cause of the family and the country, what is the unification of the future, a hundred years later, it is just a handful of loess. It's better to really grasp the present, meet a person with a white head, and choose a city to grow old.

The color of the wine is intense, bright red as blood, and Emperor Chongming frequently raised his glass, drinking not a drop in the laughter of his beloved daughter. Looking at the royal pleasures, Su Duhan deeply felt that he and his mother were outsiders, and the glass of wine in his hand could no longer be swallowed.

The color of the red is dark and deep, and the color of the crystal lamp has the bleakness of the remnant sun like blood. It seems to be a hero's downfall, and it seems to be a beauty in the twilight, but Su Dui always thinks of Su Guangfu's eagerly awaited face, as well as the ancestral tablets hidden deep underground in the Su family's old mansion.