The stairs behind remembered the footsteps again, and her hand holding the cup paused slightly, but she didn't look back, just gently put down the cup in her hand, and her eyes fell on the snow fox next to the futon. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I went pick up some snow. What will go down has not yet melted. A familiar voice sounded behind him, the only voice heard in many years: "This plate of snow, I will put it next to this red plum." But the dragon in this house is warm, and it will melt after a while. ”

She didn't answer, and the room was quiet again.

She walked to the Buddha case, swept the man's hand, which was slightly red from the snow, twisted the beads and closed his eyes, and did not speak.

The man behind him walked to the table in the room and sat down, picked up the teacup that was still bubbling with white mist on the table, took a sip, and put it down again.

The room became quiet again. It's not like the man in front of him who kept chattering, but no one said anything for a long time. After a long time, the woman thought that the person had left, opened her eyes slightly, and saw the man sitting on the side, quietly looking at her.

Outside, the winter wind was howling, the wind and snow were mixed, the ice and snow were shining, but the cold could not soak into the house.

Emperor Ming Xian looked at the woman, and his voice was as soft as usual: "A-Yao, I may not be able to come to see you for a long time." ”

The only thing that answered him was the sound of the wind outside the house.

Emperor Ming Xian opened his mouth and closed it again, but after all, he didn't ask.

"A-Yao, if I die, will you feel a little distressed. Emperor Ming Xian looked at the woman in front of him, asked very softly, and his voice trembled: "Just a little." ”

The woman closed her eyes, opened her lips, and spit out two words in her mouth: "No." ”

Emperor Ming Xian stared at the woman's side face, her face was like a flower, and her head was full of silver threads.

The woman had closed her eyes, and he watched.

It was quiet again for a long time, and it was dark outside

Emperor Ming Xian got up and walked up the stairs without saying a word.

Walking to the staircase, he paused, and turned his head to look at the vase and jade plate placed on the side. The white snow in the jade plate has turned into a plate of clear water. That bottle of red plum is still very bright.

He looked away from Hongmei and landed on the back of Su Bai kneeling on the futon: "You lie." With that, he hurried down the stairs without looking back. It looks a little embarrassed.

She is a princess of the former dynasty and has been raised in the harem since she was a child. He was a childhood sweetheart with her, and he loved her since he was a child. As a child, he always knew that she also loved him.

She is so cute, and naturally she has also won the admiration of the royal brother. After the emperor's brother ascended the throne, his father gave Ah Yao a marriage to him, showing the mind of the Southern Shang royal family from this princess of the former dynasty.

He was also distressed, but what could he do in the face of the Divine Decree? All he could do was rebel. So he invited troops to Huaichuan and joined the army to seize power. A thousand days of strategy, once ascended to the throne, it was just for her.

What a country, what a world. All the while, all he wanted was her.

He reigns over the world, and she is still the master of the middle palace. was afraid that she would be dirty, so he left all the concubines in the imperial brother's harem. If there is a name, it is to scold him for being mediocre and greedy.

But in the end?

From the time he entered the palace and ascended the throne, he knew that everything was different.

It's all different.

He still loves her deeply, loves her under the red plum tree, and loves her with his ribbon and hair. But she doesn't love anymore, she has a husband who loves her, and a cute and lovely daughter, she has changed her mind after all.

She loved them, not him.

Emperor Ming Xian walked out of the secret building, stood outside the building, and looked up at the dark night sky, the snow falling from the hanging candle lamp. With warm colors. His heart was cold, like a cube of ice that couldn't be warmed. Even he thought it was ice cubes that couldn't be covered hot. But as soon as I saw her, I warmed up, and my whole person was warm.

His eyes were a little abrupt. Even when the knife was inserted into his heart, his heart was not cold, and at this time, it was still not cold.

For some reason, Emperor Ming Xian's eyes were astringent, and tears oozed from his eyes. Looking at the sky, with grievances.

"A-Yao, I've always loved you, but why don't you love you all of a sudden?" he looked at the night sky and muttered softly, with an unspeakable grievance.

Then he closed his eyes and took a breath. He really hated loving her like this, loving her to the bone, and humbling to the dust.

But he still loved her.

He has sought it in this life, but he is only a Yao.

The snow was falling heavily, and the evening breeze was rising again.

After a long time, when Emperor Ming Xian opened his eyes again, his eyes returned to clarity and the usual gloom. Lift your feet and walk into the distance.

At the time of curfew, there were patrols and husbands in Jinping City, and no one was seen.

Chen Sanniang arranged the carriage, and when Zhao Fengyao came out of the tunnel, it was already night.

The tunnel ordered by Zhuo Yijia had already been dug back then, and a natural path led to the east wing of the main courtyard of the Zhuo family. But the east wing was empty, Zhuo Yijia was not there, and the other side did not dare to get through. It's just a layer of dirt. Otherwise, because of the temporary change, it is to dig a few more.

One of them is the one that leads to an inconspicuous corner room in the palace of King Huairong.

Zhao Fengyao came out of the tunnel and walked into the courtyard outside the southern city, where the carriage and horses that had been prepared were parked next to the door, and the groom stood next to the carriage and watched the visitors.

Zhao Fengyao was followed by Liangyu. Sanniang stood on the other side of the carriage and looked at Zhao Fengyao who came over: "Shizi, arrange the carriage first, and when you get out of the city, you have already prepared a bloody BMW in Huadi City, which is fifty miles away." The coachman will take you there. ”

Next to the capital, it is always necessary to keep a low profile. Especially Zhao Fengyao's embarrassing identity, he can't attract a little more attention. Otherwise, if you are not careful, you will be easily targeted.

Zhao Fengyao naturally understood Sanniang's arrangement, nodded, and then took Liangyu on the horse, and drove to the north overnight under the invitation of the carriage and horse.

Zhuo Yijia of the Northland was outside Tongren City, and he analyzed the time and place with Jiang Duwei. Then Changyu was in the city, stationed according to Zhuo Yijia's orders. From time to time, I received military reports from Staff Officer Chen and Hong Shan of Xu Daocheng in the front.

The army fought in Xu Dao for three days, and there was no victory for a long time. The disadvantage is naturally that Hong Shan and Staff Officer Chen, but the two of them lurk in Xu Dao City, but they always do not attack head-on, and the soldiers at the city gate on both sides, and the constant harassment on the main city gate, but they have been supporting for several days.

Zhuo Yijia estimated that in two days, it should be the time when Xu Dao was broken. Hong Shan and Staff Officer Chen withdrew, probably losing many generals. This time it is no better than the battle in Liaobei. The battle in northern Liaobei was not carried by the army head-on at all.

A plot is a scheme, a scheme. Losses will naturally be few. Xu Dao is different, the forty or fifty thousand soldiers left by Zhuo Yijia to Staff Officer Chen and the two are ready to sacrifice half of them.

But the other side is different, there is no preparation to kill many people, Zhuo Yijia asked Staff Officer Chen to do what they did, just delayed. Constant consumption.

In the cold weather of winter, the most feared thing is consumption. Far away from the Western Qi mainland, in order not to slow down the speed of the march, the grain and grass go first, and they will not be brought for a few years. Up to ten days and a half months. Then there is the subsequent delivery of grain and grass.