"Concubine Xian Niangniang said, this is the emperor's ribbon. As she spoke, Gong E turned her head and blinked, as if wondering why the new emperor's ribbon was in Concubine Xian's mother. Then she turned her head to look at Zhuo Yijia: "I said that I was robbed by a woman when I was a child." Later, after the woman's family was destroyed, the ribbon was discarded, and the mother picked it up. ”

As she spoke, Xiao Gong'e paused again, as if she was wondering if she had said something wrong, thought about it, and then continued: "Niang Niang said that this ribbon was not hers in the first place, so she gave it to the general. ”

Zhuo Yijia looked at the green ribbon in the box, pursed her mouth, pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled, and said bitterly: "Thank you for me, Concubine Xian." ”

It turned out that the queen mother was also happy with the second uncle in her heart.

"Yes. Xiao Gong'e responded, straightened up, and wanted to walk back, taking a step, turning her head again, and squatting down again: "By the way, Niangniang also asked the slave maid to tell the general that people who don't have six spirits can't live." But when someone is willing to nourish his soul with his own blood, it's different. But the one who gave the essence blood is unpredictable in life and death. ”

Xiao Gong'e said, tilting her head and frowning, as if what she wanted to say was too difficult: "Niang Niang said that she has seen a blood crossing in her life. That person was born with a single drop of essence and blood, passed the ghost gate, survived, and sat in the world for many years. The slave didn't know what Niang Niang meant, and Niang Niang said that the slave and the maid passed the word, and the general would understand. But the slave maid felt that this was too difficult, if the general did not understand, he could follow the slave and maid to ask the mother again. ”

Zhuo Yijia looked at the ribbon in her hand and listened to what Xiao Gong'e next to her was chattering.

A gust of winter wind blew by, whistling, hanging up the green ribbon in the box, and whistling away.

Zhuo Yijia knelt fixedly, raised his head, and watched blankly as the green ribbon was scraped into the sky.

Seeing this, Xiao Gong'e on the side hurriedly got up and wanted to catch up.

"Let it go. Zhuo Yijia looked at the green ribbon that was swept into the sky by the winter wind, and said leisurely.

"Huh?" Xiao Gong'e stopped and turned to look at Zhuo Yijia.

"Do you know, who is the woman that Concubine Xian is talking about?" Zhuo Yijia ignored Xiao Gong'e's doubts. Just slowly propped himself up from the snow.

Staying in the snow for too long made her body numb and cold.

"The slave doesn't know. Xiao Gong'e said, and hurriedly walked to Zhuo Yijia's side and helped her up.

Zhuo Yijia waved his hand, stood up tremblingly, and then lowered his body and patted the hem of his snow-stained skirt, and said softly: "That's my mother." ”

"Huh?" Xiao Gong'e raised her eyes, a little unable to react, and looked at Zhuo Yijia blankly.

Zhuo Yijia stood up straight, looked at the green ribbon blown away by the winter wind, and waved his hand: "You go back to your life." ”

"Yes. Xiao Gong'e nodded in response, and finally glanced at Zhuo Yijia timidly, took a step back, and then raised her head and swept the green ribbon that had flown away, and turned to leave.

Qingling behind her stood in place with an umbrella, and she didn't dare to come forward to disturb, but just looked at Zhuo Yijia worriedly.

Zhuo Yijia raised her head and watched the green ribbon be swept by the winter wind and fly out of the palace wall, slowly disappearing from her field of vision. She tilted her head, let the snow fall on her face, and slowly closed her eyes.

Two lines of tears remained.

She loves her mother deeply, but she can't accept that her mother and her second uncle who killed her father.

So in this life, the ends of the world are on different sides, so don't see each other again.

The second uncle is, and so is the queen mother.

The world is a big dream, how many degrees of winter is cool in life?

Zhuo Yijia opened his eyes and looked at the sky with a layer of clouds, and his body fell backwards.

"Master?!" Qingling was frightened, and lost her umbrella and caught Zhuo Yijia's soft body.

The weather is cold at the end of the year, and the snow is white.