The bright moon hangs high in the dark blue night sky, and the stars are dotted around the bright moon, just like the situation of the stars holding the moon.

The night breeze is light, not slow. The bright white moonlight shines through the wind barrier and casts on the ridge of the temple. The crouching spine beast on it was staring at its big copper bell-like eyes and opening its bloody mouth in a hideous manner.

The breeze swept by, and the bell under the eaves of the palace made a crisp sound of "Ding Zero Ding Zero", which made the Fengxian Hall in the night even more lonely.

"Chirp", "tweet" –

A few unknown birds flapped their wings and went home.

The wind stopped, the sound stopped, and the dark hall was silent again in the night.

At this moment, the rhythmic footsteps came from far and near. Immediately afterward, a lantern turned out from the corner of the corridor in front of the temple.

The owner of the lantern, who was in his early twenties, dressed in the color of an inner prison uniform, approached the temple with skillful steps.

Pang Xi is the little inner supervisor in charge of the Fengxian Palace, and he is on duty tonight.

As in the past, Pang Xi carried the lantern, lightly pushed open the door of the Fengxian Palace, and carefully inspected the surrounding areas of the main hall. Especially in the incense burner in front of the gods of the former emperors, he was afraid that there would be unburned sparks, so he carefully checked it.

It wasn't until he was sure that it was the same, and Pang Xi came to the god of Emperor Gaozu as he did before the end of each time, put the lantern aside, knelt on the futon and bowed, and muttered something to himself-

"Old man Gaozu, you have a spirit in the sky, the slave and the maid serve you respectfully day and night, you can bless the slave and the maid to get glory and wealth, but you want to bless the slave's mother and brother at home and peace......"

After the prayer, Pang Xi respectfully kowtowed to the Divine Lord of the High Ancestor three times before shaking his shirt and getting up. Then, carrying the lantern, covering the door of the palace, after a sound of footsteps from near and far, Pang Xi's figure disappeared into the night.

As soon as he walked on his front feet, it took him about half an hour, and in the darkness, the curtain beside the side pillars of the main hall was gently lifted by a palm as white as jade.

Dressed in a green shirt, the style is like a robe, but it is not like it, wrapped in a slender and thin body, looking at the delicate and clear appearance, it is obviously a woman.

In the dark hall, only the moonlight shines through the window lattice. The woman's face is hidden in the dark because the light does not shine, and it is impossible to see clearly.

She stepped on the green cloth silk boots, stepping on the gold bricks in the hall, one step, two steps, three steps...... If it weren't for the movement of the figure, he would never have heard half a sound, and he was obviously a person with outstanding skills.

The woman flashed out from behind the curtain and moved to the gods in the temple, pausing in her footsteps.

Tai|Zu, Gaozu, Wuzong, Renzong......

She followed the tablets and portraits, and although the expressions on her face were indistinct, there was a flash of crystal light in her eyes, revealing her feelings at the moment.

Wandering back and forth, the woman's gaze finally fell in front of Emperor Gaozu's divine lord, and she couldn't help but look shocked.

She watched from a distance, and then her heart seemed to move, and she took two quick steps forward, but for some reason, she suddenly stopped—

seems to be cowardly and hesitant; After hesitating for a while, the woman finally strode to the portrait of Gao Zu.

The portrait of Gaozu is still the appearance of the day, especially the face, which is heroic and heroic, and the heroic style shines from the inside out.

The woman's gaze wandered over the face of Emperor Gaozu......

At this moment, a bright white moonlight will be cast on the portrait of Gao Zu, reflecting her appearance very vividly.

In the white moonlight, Emperor Gaozu Yuwenning's silver armor and red robes and green silk were flying, as if they were ethereal in a fairyland, not like they were in the world-

The woman's body who was staring at the portrait shook suddenly, and she let out an uncontrollable whimper, which was particularly abrupt in the dark and quiet hall.

She took a deep breath hard. With her martial arts cultivation, she actually needs to do this in order to suppress the grief in her heart.

She didn't dare to gaze at Emperor Gaozu's face anymore, but moved her gaze to the lower part of the portrait.

There, in the hands of Emperor Gaozu, he was holding a pair of shining silver spears.

Seeing in the woman's eyes, the snow-colored palm couldn't help but clench the tie on the chest of the green robe.

It was the strap of the pouch she was carrying behind her.

In the pouch of the gun, lying quietly was the pair of silver guns that accompanied Emperor Gaozu on the battlefield.

I don't know how long I watched like this, the woman suddenly chuckled and lost her voice, she muttered, but there was no smile in her tone.

"After all these years, you have become a god......

She sighed and turned her head to look at the futon in front of the incense case, where there seemed to be a pious figure of Pang Xi.

The man dressed as an inner prison knelt down and prayed so reverently. Where is it like kneeling down to the former owner of this forbidden palace? It is as if he is kneeling down to worship the gods and Buddhas in the temple.

"They worship you and worship you as gods...... But what did you do back then? ”

The woman whispered to herself, and at this point, her tone suddenly darkened—

"And I'...... And what did you do? ”

Thinking of the past, the woman's heart fluctuated and was irrepressible. I don't know whether she hates others or herself, she clenched her palms hatefully, her fingertips slammed into the white palms, and the flesh and blood in her palms were blurred between her eyes.

Time passes, the sun and the moon shuttle, and it does not stop or change by anyone's will. I don't know how long it took, the moonlight had turned the corner of the hall, and on the wall of the hall, the portrait of Emperor Gaozu had returned to the darkness, and the hall was already empty.

Kuntai Palace.

Yun Rui was tired of tossing, and a lot of things happened during the day, even if the energetic child was, she couldn't help the attack of sleepy insects, she finally hugged Jing Yan's arm, sniffed the breath on Jing Yan's body, and gradually quieted down, and her breathing became calmer.

She fell asleep.

Jing Yan gently hugged her, and the tip of her nose exuded the breath from the body of the person in her arms. It's a child's scent that resembles a milky sweet scent. This taste made Jing Yan instantly think of her favorite sweets, and she couldn't help but have a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Fearing that the cold of the night would make Yun Rui catch a cold, Jing Yan hurriedly pulled the brocade quilt and covered Yun Rui's small body.

Yun Rui felt the warmth in her sleep, she closed her eyes and snorted with satisfaction, and smacked her lips, still not enough, so she used her hands and feet together in a daze, and the whole person climbed Jing Yan's body.

Jing Yan was helpless and stroked his forehead-

With such a thick brocade quilt, doesn't this kid feel hot if he still has to hold himself like this?

After an hour just passed, Jing Yan really realized what it means to "raise a child".

She has been close to her brother Jing Heng since she was a child, although the two were not born to the same mother, but when it comes to the depth of their feelings, they are not inferior to the same mother.

Jing Heng has always treated her closely, even after Jing Yan married into the heavenly family, the two rarely saw each other, but when they met and were alone, Jing Heng was as if he had been outside. For example, he would sigh and complain to his sister about "how difficult it is to feed a child".

Jing Yan has always laughed at these topics, she doesn't think how difficult it is for children to get along with, move them with affection, teach them with courtesy, what's so difficult? The elder brother is just too spoiled and Yue'er to say this.

Whenever he was teased by his own sister-in-law, Jing Heng always took it for granted that "when Yan'er and His Majesty give birth to Lin'er, I will understand that my brother will be in a state of mind at this time." ”

When Jing Yan heard this, although he was ashamed, he still didn't think so in his heart.

Until tonight......

She has learned the power of children.

She stared at Yun Rui's quiet sleeping face, her little face was red because of the warmth, revealing a healthy cuteness.

Such a child, so small, and so many things that he doesn't understand, is clearly the most fragile existence in the world; However, the lethality is so great-

She will stare at you with the cleanest and purest eyes, and ask probably the most difficult questions in the world.

I was obviously asked to cry and laugh, and even moved slightly angry because of her constant entanglement, but the moment I saw those big bright eyes, all the unhappiness disappeared, and I had to deal with her overwhelming problems with a hundredfold spirit.

For example, she asks herself: What is a beloved?

If it weren't for being tired and falling asleep, Jing Yan really didn't know how he would deal with this little child's strange problems next.

Beloved?

Naturally, he is the one he will never love for a lifetime!

Even if the ends of the world, even if yin and yang are separated, I still love and miss it, and I can't forget it, and I can't forget it......

Jing Yan felt a pain in his heart-

Her beloved, tomorrow...... Tomorrow is going to be a big funeral.

The burial means that the most beautiful body in his eyes, the person who has always occupied his body and mind, lies forever and forever in the coffin that is incomparably gorgeous and exquisitely decorated, but cold and lonely better than ice and snow.

From then on, she would never see him again, and only when she could rest assured that she could let go of Yiqiē and follow him......

If she could, Jing Yan would rather her Zhe had been lying in the dark room of the snow cave deep underground. At least, that way, she could see him all the time. And you don't have to, you can only turn a qiē into a soul-devouring thought; No, in the future, you can only see his appearance in the Bongseon Hall.

However, in that case, the Queen Mother will definitely not agree, and no one in the courtiers and clan will agree.

This is the case with the so-called "Soil for Peace".

was buried in the Dingling Mausoleum in a beautiful manner, which was the natural destination of the Daxing Emperor in the eyes of the world.

However, that is the destination of Emperor Daxing Yuwenzhe, but it is not the destination of Yuwenzhe of her Jingyan.

Jing Yan's heart was soft and became a puddle of water, but it also hurt.

Thinking, reading, thinking, I don't know when, I have burst into tears.