On that day, Song Linyuan deliberately asked Su Yue to play the piano, pretending not to know her identity, just to confirm what she thought about him. He thought he should take a gamble, bet on whether she cared about the friendship she had been in for more than a month. It's a big gamble, and if he wins, he will do his best to give her the best life possible, but if he loses, he will be willing to do it, even if it is a catastrophe.

But fortunately, God had mercy, and he won after all.

He had always known that she was a stubborn person, but cutting off the meridians, abolishing martial arts, and leaving Mingyue Pavilion was something he never expected. Because by doing so, she would have put all her chips on him, and if he repented, what awaited her would be to fall into the abyss and never recover.

He thought it was funny and pitiful, this person looked complicated, but it was really simple, falling in love with someone was life and death, she gave him her feelings and herself without reservation, and there was no way out.

He thought that it would be a pleasure for someone to believe in him so much in this life. What's more, he won't let her down.

In Song Linyuan's imagination, one day he can return to the field and unload his armor, and the position in the court and fifty percent of the military power in his hands will be returned to Song Yi, and he will return to the mountains and forests with Su Yue, stay together until they are both white-headed, and watch their children Chenghuan knees.

He had never been an ambitious man. Everyone in this world wants to sit in the position above 10,000 people, but he sees it thoroughly, the throne is such a thing, on the surface, it looks very glamorous, the power in the palm of the world, you can get what you want, but in fact, the person who sits in that position is the loneliest.

His father is like this, he has calculated all his life, and he has been on guard all his life, except that the people of Jing Guotai and the people do not have to worry about the country every day for fear that the country will be broken, and no one has even cried for him sincerely after his death. He was afraid that if he really sat in that position, after a hundred years, his sideburns would be gray, and he would climb a tall building to look at the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains he had guarded all his life, but he would feel lonely for no reason, and there would be no one to talk to.

He is a person who is very afraid of loneliness, so he doesn't want that position, even if he has great power, even the emperor has to be afraid of a little, he doesn't want it. He promised to spend his life with Su Yue, holding hands and watching the clouds roll up with the elderly. He is a man of promises, and if he promises her a lifetime, if he loses one day or one hour, it will not be counted as a lifetime.

He calculated everything, thinking that when Yi'er could be in charge of the government alone, and everything was settled, he would take her into hiding. Even after a hundred years, he will sleep in a mausoleum with her, even if the darkness is boundless, he will hold each other's hands and never let go. But he didn't calculate it alone, the people in the royal family were born with cold blood. Even if it is a blood relative, the throne is originally made of a lot of white bones, in order to achieve the goal, there is no difference between the relatives and the white bones under the seat, they are just paving the way for the emperor to achieve hegemony.

He has always known very well that his nephew is not as gentle and harmless as he seems, he wants military power, and wants to put an end to future troubles, but half of the military power of Jing State is in the hands of him, the marquis, if you talk about future troubles, Pinghou Song Linyuan is his biggest trouble.

He had also heard a little about the dispersion in southern Xinjiang, although it was not very toxic, but it was not an ordinary poison, but a tribute from the royal family of southern Xinjiang. This kind of medicine, in Jing Kingdom, except for the Tai Hospital, is only owned by the royal family.

He never thought that Song Yi would really attack him, but now, in the end, he still looked down on this nephew. He remembered that Imperial Physician Xu said that he only had half a year, but half a year was really too short, and he wanted to protect her for the rest of her life and give her a happy and worry-free life, but it was too late.

And with her temperament, if she knew his situation, she would definitely go with him. is such a stubborn person, and the way of loving others is also so stubborn and simple.

Although he also wanted to let her be by his side, but this person has suffered too much, she has been trained to be a killer since she was a child, she has not experienced the simplest feelings in the world, she has not walked through thousands of mountains and rivers, she has seen all the great mountains and rivers, and she has not been held in the palm of her hand to pity and treat her well.

He wanted her to accompany him, but he couldn't.

So instead of letting her accompany him through the last half year, it is better to let her break her mind as soon as possible.

Better a finger off than always aching. That's what he's always believed.

But even so, he still felt unwilling.

Between the two of them, there is no intervention of a third party, and the two good people have to separate, not because they don't love each other enough, but because of natural and man-made disasters, life and death.

Song Linyuan watched the maid blow out the candle flame, a few soft whispers came from the room, he stood under the tree for a moment, then turned around, and the dark purple figure gradually merged with the night.

This book was first published in the King of Books