In the three hundred and sixty-first years of Yongguang, the Mexican Kingdom lasted three years and seven months, dominating the world and merging the countries. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the admiration of everyone, the world is in the bag.

The Son of Heaven, who was only twenty-seven years old, dressed in a dark robe, looked at the princes of various countries who bowed down to him, and ascended to the supreme position.

Become the only king in the world.

In September of the same year, King Mo newly named Mrs. Li as a concubine and was in charge of the palace seal of the harem.

It was past three watches in the middle of the night, and the attendant looked at the upper study that was still on the light, and knelt quietly: "King, it's late at night, it's time to rest." ”

He was the new attendant of tonight's service, and Father-in-law Fang, who had been serving the king a few days before, was ill, so he was given this errand.

People envy him for being in the eyes of Father-in-law Fang, but only he knows that this errand is not easy to do.

Not to mention that the king's temperament is getting colder and colder, and he is becoming more and more harsh on many things, if he doesn't persuade the king to rest, Father-in-law Fang will also blame him.

But he didn't dare to say more, for fear that the king would be angry with him, and his head would be gone.

Jun Yan was stunned for a moment, and the memories that he felt he had forgotten suddenly came flooding back.

He remembered that there was also such an attendant five years ago, looked at him and said, "King, it is getting late, and the princess has gone to bed.

Jun Yan put down the pen, stood up, passed by the attendant who didn't dare to be loud, and said softly: "You don't have to follow, I want to be alone and quiet." ”

The attendant looked at Jun Yan's back as he walked away, and went to Father-in-law Fang, who was sick in bed, with a sad face.

The attendants who accompanied Jun Yan to witness back then have become the executives of the imperial city, and everyone has to call Grandpa Fang when they see it.

Father-in-law Fang looked at the attendant with a sad face and frowned: "Where is the king?"

The attendant knelt on the ground: "The king said that he wanted to be quiet and not let the servants follow." ”

"What happened tonight?" Fang Gong was angry and wanted to kick over.

The attendant fell to the ground: "The servant just watched that it was getting late, followed the father-in-law's instructions, and let the king rest, but the king ......"

Father-in-law Fang's body was not very good, and he didn't have much strength in the past, and he half-leaned on the bed: "Say what you said to the king again." ”

The attendant wept and said, "Then the servant said, 'King, it is late at night, and it is time to rest.' ”

Father-in-law Fang was stunned for a moment, he was deeply impressed by what happened back then, and naturally remembered what he had said, sighed lightly, and said to the scared attendant: "Go down." ”

Father-in-law Fang hardly had to think about it to guess that Jun Yan must have gone to Yonghua Palace again now.

sighed, remembered the princess's determination, and only sighed that the world is impermanent.

Looking at the shrunken attendants, he lightly ordered: "The king is in Yonghua Palace, please ask the king to change his court clothes before going to the court." ”

The attendant was stunned for a moment, knowing that Father-in-law Fang was mentioning himself, and hurriedly nodded: "Yes." ”

Jun Yan is indeed in Yonghua Palace, he can never control himself, as long as he thinks of her, he will set foot here.

Yonghua Palace, as in the past, is so majestic and gorgeous, and he still remembers that she likes peonies so much, so he specially asked people to plant all kinds of peonies for this Yonghua Palace.

But she left too soon, and before he could let her see it, she was gone.

His heart throbbed again, and Jun Yan took a deep breath and pressed the grief in his heart.

Walking slowly up the stairs, he still remembered the way she held the umbrella calmly to him, standing on the steps, quietly watching him.

That night, the rain was pouring down, and she was cold and bitter with the night of that night.

Jun Yan slowly pushed open the door, and the room was still lit with candles, which were clearly extinguished, and the whole room was yellowed.

Like countless nights, he didn't dare to approach, he could only look at the light from afar outside the palace, guessing what she was doing.

Is it still as usual, with a small pastry on the side, she just lies on the collapse, holding a bamboo slip, and is fascinated by it.

The room was the same as before, nothing had changed, the only change was probably that the pot of peonies she had had withered away and only an empty vase remained.

But he still didn't want to change, he always felt that if he changed one, there would be nothing.

Along with the traces of her here, they are gone.

Jun Yan looked at the concubine lightly, blinked slightly, and the figure of the beautiful woman appeared there.

Dressed in a plain curly dress, green silk like ink, holding a plain bun, holding a bamboo slip in a beautiful hand, smiling at him shallowly.

Graceful and quiet.

Yes, her person is just like her name, Graceful Tingting.

Her smile is always light, and her eyes are dark, as if she is watching everything rise and fall.

In the blink of an eye, the person in front of him was gone.

The sudden suffocation in his chest made Jun Yan half-bend over, opening his mouth wide and breathing rapidly.

It took a while before I recovered.

But at this time, the corners of his eyes were already slightly red......

Jun Yan pursed his lips, holding back the astringency that had reached his throat, and slowly approached the soft collapse.

The subtle voice behind him made Jun Yan stunned, and a smile flashed in his eyes: "Wan Ting-"

Luo Er paused, and then lightly saluted Jun Yan: "Wang ......"

Jun Yan lowered his eyes in disappointment, waved his hand, looked at the bamboo slips that were already piled up on the bookshelf, high and low, and said lightly: "She...... Which is your favorite ......?"

Luo'er got up and waited at a distance of ten steps away from Jun Yan: "There are many public ...... The princess has read it, but the princess hasn't seen it yet. ”

"The princess's favorite thing is not childish anecdotes, but the Buddhist language. ”

Jun Yan raised his hand and picked up the cold bamboo slips in many places, and blinked slowly.

Luo Er sighed lightly: "The princess's favorite is the volume that the king holds in her hand, the princess ......"

She always laughed and said that the book would calm her down. ”

Jun Yan pursed her lips, a smile on the corner of her mouth, lonely and desolate: "Did she mention Lonely?"

Luo'er didn't feel good either, she didn't want to believe the news that Gu Jin was gone, so she stubbornly guarded Yonghua Palace, believing that that person would appear by her side one day.

"The princess once said that when the king ruled the world, she had only two paths to go. Luo Er sighed: "It's no more than that she will be a concubine of the dead country, degraded to a concubine, and bullied." ”

"Second, with countless women in this harem, they fight day by day, and they can't wait for the king to take care of them. ”

Luo Er blinked her eyes with a sour look: "The princess said that she didn't want either way." ”

Some people, even after many years, still can't help but cry when they mention it.

Jun Yan smiled lowly, did not open the bamboo slip in his hand, slowly put it back in place, and whispered: "She vetoed everything, but obviously there is a third way." ”

There is still the temperature of bamboo slips on her fingertips, as if she decisively smashed the jade bracelet that day, cold and resolute.

Jun Yan smiled lowly, smiling sadly, passing by Luo'er.

Luo Er sighed lightly, what happened back then, who can say it clearly.

That person, the former princess of Mexico, has gone.

Under the brightest spring sunshine of that year, dressed in red and covered the sky, he jumped from the highest city wall in Mexico.

Since then, how many people have been circulating over the years, once they think of it, they will eat their bones and hearts.

There seemed to be the whisper of a king of good age.

He was saying, "She didn't give me a chance to love her, and she never thought of holding my hand."

He's saying, "There's a third way......

It's just that I loved you at that time, you don't know!