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The narrow flower path leading to the side hall of Jingyang Palace has been blocked by countless dense trees and vines, and after many years, there must have been only birds and wild foxes who came here. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Concubine Lin Guifei was wearing a heavy cloak, but she couldn't hide the chill that was getting deeper and stronger, she had never come back since she left here for fifteen years, if she could, she would rather forget everything here for the rest of her life.

The deep snow makes it difficult to walk, she climbs the snow and dead branches and walks forward with difficulty, today she has to come here, eighteen years in the deep palace, eighteen years, the innocent girl of that year has long disappeared. For eighteen years, she had asked herself, what had she gained from this high-walled palace? There was nothing, only her lost years, only a road full of thorns like the one in front of her.

But this time, she was afraid that there would be no other way to go, not even a narrow road that could be passed with difficulty.

Wealth and glory, the emperor's grace is really a passing cloud......

Concubine Lin exhaled, the white mist dispersed in front of her, the originally brilliant palace in front of her had already been dilapidated, she spent the most innocent and ignorant time here, with a girl's heart, looking forward to a better future.

Today's Lin Guifei couldn't help but smile a little self-deprecatingly.

The door of the temple was very dilapidated, and she pushed it open twice hard, and a puff of dust fell, and several rats fled in a hurry.

Except for the thick dust and faded curtains, the interior layout has not changed from when she left that year, when she left in a hurry, the death of the virtuous concubine, she only felt fear, day and night to make the palace maid accompany so as not to be frightened, when the emperor ordered her to move to live in another palace, she immediately breathed a big sigh of relief, only to make people hurriedly pack up some soft and leave in a hurry.

There was still a fallen half of the candle on the ground, she picked it up, lit it and held it in her hand, the faint candle flame did not shine much, but made the somewhat gloomy room even more gloomy during the day.

In addition to the sound of snow outside the door, there was only the sound of Lin Guifei's own gentle breathing.

The side hall is not big, one bright and two dark three rooms, there is a bed on the west side of the inner room, under the window is the dressing table, the heavy curtains have long been dilapidated, and the bead curtain that covers the inside and outside is also the pearl dust and no longer bright.

Lin Guifei slowly walked to the bed, sat down again, and the light through the bright window was cast on the dark red and old carpet, the stained red brocade carpet became more and more mottled, and the candles and tears of the lamps and trees on the wall were still all over the ground.

She put down the candle, rested on the partition at the head of the bed, stretched out her hand, picked up a red silk pillow, and dusted off the dust, the embroidery pattern of the butterfly wearing a hundred flowers had long since faded its color.

She sighed slightly, put the soft pillow aside, and looked at the head of the bed where she took the pillow but left a circle of gray marks, women in the world love to hide precious things under the makeup box and pillow, she is no exception, under this bedboard, she has put the emperor's reward, parents' letters, these things were taken away when she left, but there is only one thing, she did not take away.

She lifted the thin cushion that lay on the bed, and then opened the lattice below, and there was a letter lying quietly, and there was no word on the envelope, not even a seal, but she had never had the courage to open the letter since she got it, and she did not know what was written in the thin letter.

It was given to her by Concubine Xian when she was dying, when the people around her who could be trusted were already dead, and even the rest of the rough maids were the emperor's eyeliner, and they stared closely at Concubine Xian's every move, noting down every word she said, everything she did, the people she had seen, and the places she had been.

Three months before she died, the emperor came to visit every day, day after day, never stopping, but finally one day, he came out to say to the people: "Concubine Xian is dead, there is no need to stop, Tianming sent to Jixia Mountain to burn." When he had said that, he left.

At that time, Lin Guifei, who was still a beauty, hid in the room and listened to countless people coming and going noisily, and finally everything returned to peace. The gods sent the ghosts to the ground, she sent the maid away, and quietly went to the main hall, there was no moon or stars that night, and there was only a small lonely lamp in the main hall, which could not illuminate anything.

At that time, she was still very timid, but she didn't run away for some reason, and behind the screen, a call came: "Is it Wanyue?" ”

This is Concubine Xian's voice, Concubine Lin Guifei was so frightened that she was almost out of her body at that time, she said blankly: "It's my ......"

"Ah...... Hehe, come here, I have something to say to you. Her voice was like a gossamer.

Lin Guifei walked slowly, and there was a withered woman lying on the couch, and when she saw her, she tried her best to squeeze out a smile: "Don't be afraid, I'm not dead yet." ”

"Your Majesty......"

"He doesn't care if I'm dead anymore." She let out a breath of relief.

Lin Guifei walked to her collapse and squatted down, stretched out her hand to brush the broken hair on her face, she was too different from the appearance she saw for the first time, she was no longer beautiful, like a skeleton, what did she experience? This is the first time that Concubine Lin Guifei has abandoned her longing and has a deep fear of the years in the deep palace.

"Wanyue, I want to ask you for something." In the darkness, only Concubine Xian's voice was as thin as a gossamer.

"Me? I don't know......" Concubine Lin didn't know what she could do to help the poor woman in front of her, and the envy and jealousy of the past had long since vanished.

"Wanyue, do you know how many walking corpses are alive and how many unjust souls are dead in this deep palace?" She said slowly.

Lin Guifei shuddered, "I...... I don't know ......."

Concubine Xian raised her hand with difficulty, stroking her face in front of her, which was somewhat similar to her but much younger, her hand was thin and cold, like a dead branch in the snow of a winter sunset, and she said softly: "If you don't want to become one of these thousands of dead souls, I will tell you what to do." ”

"What should I do?" Lin Guifei suppressed the urge to escape, and her words carried a tremor that she had never even noticed.

Concubine Xian smiled sadly: "...... Your Majesty, he will like you, you just have to forget that you are a person, throw away your heart, decorate yourself in front of him like a blank sheet of paper that he can draw at will, let him shape you into someone else, you can't have any resistance, don't remember anything you once dreamed of, take his hope as your hope, forget your name, your past, today, you are Lin Meiren, tomorrow, you are a walking corpse with a confidant understanding under any title he has imposed on you,...... Never, never, in front of the word 'I' in front of him! You don't have 'me', you are just Lin Beauty, Lin Concubine, Lin Concubine, Guifei......"

Lin Guifei trembled suddenly, these titles did not arouse any hope and expectation in her, she only heard the meaning of the words.

"You can get everything you want now, but in the future, I don't know ......" Concubine Xian let out a long breath that had lost much vitality.

Lin Guifei quickly understood, when she faced the haggard emperor half a year later, she slowly learned to weave a net of tenderness, she was as obedient as a pigeon, and then, she had the glory and favor that countless people envied and hated.

And all Concubine Xian asked for was this letter, a letter that made her hide away from a distant time, and she did not specify who she wanted her to hand over, but said: "When you think it is right, give it to the person you think is suitable." ”

Maybe she had already thought of today, but Concubine Lin only understood Concubine Xian's despair today, she was so desperate that she was powerless about the things she was still deeply concerned about before she died.

She took out the letter, and this thin letter did not change from the time she put it in this dark compartment fifteen years ago, and even left the faint medicinal aura emanating from Concubine Xian's body.