In the seventh year of Jiarui, he was honored by Empress Xiaowen.

I was guarding the filial piety for my mother in the Xuanji Pagoda every day, and when it was late autumn, I met a son in the forest of Danlu Garden, who could not remember his appearance now, only remembered that he stood in the garden full of leaves, wearing a mutton fat jade Pixiu wrench on his hand.

When I was fourteen years old, I fell into the Canghe River and almost died. I don't know if I'm blessed with a great fate, I walked around in front of the Hades Palace and was rescued by Jin Wuwei who patrolled the palace, and it was five days after I woke up.

When I woke up, I was in a state of confusion and was so sick that the entire Imperial Doctor of the Tai Hospital was helpless against me. But somehow, when I saw my father who came to visit, I blurted out the things that Lan Shao had harmed me.

My father's face was solemn for a long time, and he ordered me to go out of the palace to recuperate, and the location was chosen in the Qiwu Palace in the beginning of the Yan Kingdom. After that, the matter was kept from mentioning.

Most of the people in the palace only fell into the ice cave when I was greedy at night, and the emperor was anxious and angry and forbade my feet. No one had seen me for a whole year, and no one knew what had happened that day.

In the year of the Yan Kingdom Qiwu Palace, I often had headaches, accompanied by intermittent episodes of hypothesis, which tortured me to the point that a few inches of white bones were only covered with a layer of pale skin, just like the painted skin recorded in the ghosts and strange stories.

Still, during that year, I still didn't know for no reason that I knew a boy with a sheep fat jade wrench. The Pixiu carved on that wrench came to life in my countless dreams.

I have always believed that the man wearing the Pixiu wrench is the lover of my heart.

When I returned to the palace for the first time, and on the day of the end of the ceremony, because of the last trace of memory, I stood on the Xuanshu Hall and saw Yuwen Chuyang at a glance, dressed in a court dress and jade crown, with a warm mutton fat wrench on the slender and rough left thumb. At that moment I seemed to see the Pixiu fly out of his hand and open its mouth full of sharp fangs at me.

At that time, I learned that it was the symbol of the Yuwen clan and the patron saint who blessed them on the battlefield of Shura.

I immediately told my thoughts to the main hall, and everyone in the court was dumbfounded, I had never seen a woman dare to open her mouth like this, and directly asked the emperor for a horse.

So by mistake, Chu Yang and I achieved a good story that was quite blessed.

When I was with him, he treated me very well. It was the first time I had been with a man in the open, and despite the engagement I was bound to, I thought about taking his sincerity seriously. Chu Yang was often entangled in military affairs, and the few times I saw Chu Yang, I would always ask if the person in Danluyuan was him. In the end, he didn't give me the answer I wanted.

One rainy night in early spring, I was trapped in the Smoke Wind Danlu Garden, and when Yuwen Chuyang arrived, I was drenched all over.

I thought he had come to pick me up, and I was moved. Who knew that it was an unwarranted question.

"I heard that you went to Yan Kingdom to recuperate for a year, and you ...... with that prince Everyone in Chang'an City said that you were unusually bold, but I didn't expect it to be like this!"

I watched his back in the heavy rain without looking back, and when I closed my eyes, I could even see his disgust in my mind.

The Xuanji Pagoda played a mournful Buddha sound, echoing for a long time in the rainy night.

I had a high fever, and when I woke up, I learned that Chu Yang was about to go to Mobei.

Seeing Yuwen Chuyang again, I was wearing a ruyi satin embroidered court dress, standing at the head of the Seibu Gate, seeing him off.

The 200,000 Shence army under the city tower is like a gray tide, and the bright yellow twelve flags cover the sky and the sun, and the sound of hunting wind rings in my ears.

The remnant sun was like blood, and the setting sun gilded the golden and silver armor he was wearing, and he knelt at my feet, unable to see any expression clearly.

"Princess, the last general will take his leave. His gaze was cold, reminding me of the rain that night.

Before leaving the palace, the conversation between him and his father was still in his ears, and it turned out that the person I knew back then had died in Xiliang, and even the body had not been found.

I learned from their intermittent conversations that the person I had known when I was a child was a Han child who Zhenguo Gong had picked up from the pile of dead people of the Hu enemy in his early years. Helplessly, the man was strong, and after knowing his background, he left a jade wrench and a letter, and disappeared.

I can't remember his name, and I didn't even hear his name in eavesdropping on the conversation between my father and Chu Yang.

I feel like I'm a failure in one of the things of "love".

The mighty Divine Strategy army let out a loud shout, the cry resounded through the sky, and there was a faint vibration on the black earth, and several goshawks cut through the sky.

I picked up a bowl of sake and faced the mighty army: "You are all the heroes of my Great Zhou, Zhaoyuan is here to see you off!

As I said this, I could no longer hear where they had been blown away by the wind.

I turned to look at Chu Yang: "The Turks are rampant, the general must be careful on this trip." He drank the wine in the bowl, "I don't blame you, remember to come back soon." ”

Chu Yang's body stiffened.

"I'm ......" a Pixiu mutton fat wrench finger was handed in front of him, "Take care, wait for me to come back." ”

……

In late spring, the flowers of Danlu Garden withered, and they were all raised, and the ground was desolate.

The bad news that Chu Yang died on the battlefield came, and the Shence army retreated in defeat one after another.

The arrogance of the Heavenly Empire obscured Chang'an City, and while singing and dancing were peaceful, everyone only paid attention to my abrupt marriage.

It is rumored in Chang'an that Princess Zhaoyuan, the eldest daughter of the royal family, does not know the checkpoints, is moody, and acts boldly and out of line, and is the Shura Yaksha who killed her fiancé.

The rumors boiled for a while, and everyone in the family was in danger. Above the court, the older ministers have begged for their son's marriage, just for the identity of the first princess of my heavenly family.

This farce turned into a tragedy due to the death of the son of the Shoshu of the Ministry of Rites.

It is rumored that the son of Shangshu was originally engaged with a woman for life, but his parents forcibly blocked him and insisted on letting him ask for me. The woman was pregnant, and in shame, a glass of poisoned wine killed both of them. The son of the Ministry of Rites Shangshu was also a lover, and he died the next day next to the woman's coffin.

Woohoo, I don't kill Beren, but Beren dies because of me. Farce and tragedy occurred one after another in Chang'an, thinking of the dry bones of the loyal soul buried in the yellow sand in the desert, I knelt on the top of the Jinluan Treasure Hall in a fit of rage, and begged to become a monk and keep filial piety for my deceased husband.

The white horse passes through the gap, a drop in the ocean.

Back then, I clutched the sachet in Fengming Mountain and couldn't sleep for a long time, and I probably never thought that one day, I, a princess with supreme honor, would return to Chang'an and finally face this sad "love pass".