A-Niang hugged me and said, "Erya, then don't blame you...... 陛xià. ”

When she mentioned her father, she still hesitated, after all, he was a monarch and the emperor of the whole world, and those two words felt a little hot on the tip of her tongue.

I said, "I don't blame him. ”

The remnants of snow on the branches are covered with new willows, and the greenery is more tender. I stood there, wrapping my little body into a ball, and I stared intently at the Shanglin Yuan he gave me, and with a single movement, I spit out three more words: "I hate him." ”

A-Niang shuddered.

I said, "A-Niang, I don't like it here, it's haunted, I'm afraid, I'm going to find my brother." ”

This autumn color is boundless, and in the blink of an eye, it is reincarnated again.

I'm afraid of the rain in the Imperial City, and even more so of a snowfall in the cold weather. I actually like snow, and I can see the misty Chang'an, my wonton, and Ermao's pancakes in the snow...... No matter how cold and snowy it is, I'm not afraid.

Yuanyasu was five years old, and I was ten years old. I met the most terrible cold rain in Shanglin Yuan.

A-Niang can't control me anymore. I'm no longer wrapped in a flaming fox fur, but I'm still "stumbling" up the tree. On the highest dome of Zhaotai, I coaxed the little attendant to climb up the ladder quietly, and from there, I could see my brother's home. Mother's Jiaofang Palace, I don't know where to turn back in the line of the road. A cold rain flooded the imperial city.

In the soaring clouds, the Han Palace is like stagnant water spread on the ground, and it becomes a misty painting.

I can't see him. I can't see my way home.

My cronies were calling me down. I won't.

He would never know that in my eyes, the Han Palace is just a puddle of stagnant water passing through the corner of my eye, and what really makes me stagnant is always the end of the fog, the narrow alley in Chang'an City that cannot be seen at a glance.

At that time, I still remembered Ermao, and I was thinking, is Ermao still climbing the window at this time? Do you still wet the bed? Probably not, I'm gone, no one forced him to wet the bed and angry his father.

I don't know when I'll see Ermao again.

Probably not in this life.

That was the father's Chang'an. It wasn't until the lights were lit up that the fog-like Chang'an became what I felt in my heart again.

The waiter shouted below:

"Your Highness, let's go, it's not good."

"He didn't come." I put my fingers on my fingers, not answering his words, but speaking to him as if I were talking.

I got up with a straight start, jumped down, and landed on the brick surface.

"I'm not going back." I say.

Since there will be no more time with him, he has long since disappeared.

He thought I was looking at Chang'an, looking at the falling snow that would never return.

Actually, I'm not.

I'm waiting for my brother. He promised me to come and be with me today.

How long has it been since I've seen him?

But he didn't come.

When Yuanyasu was in the third year, he held Jingwu's hand and took me home. I said that I will no longer be bullied and will never be alone again. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince still failed to fulfill his promise after all. Jingwu is in the secluded forest garden, and he has already passed the desolate and desolate years.

Sometimes I dream of a queen mother who I have never seen before, and I always wonder, why did I pass away from the queen mother back then? She should have stood beside her father, standing on the tower of the Han Palace on the Lantern Festival every year, overlooking their world with her father, and enjoying the blessings of the people.

Instead of being buried in the cold underground palace as it is now.

The queen mother is so important.

And I'm all superfluous.

My father misses her so much, and my brother misses her so much.

She should have lived well!

I ran in the rain. Staggering like a nimble fox. It was as if someone was saying in my ear, "Don't cry...... Jingwu, don't cry...... "I shook my shoulders hard, I will never cry."

The rain dripped down the sideburns, and the whirring wind was like an arrogant snow bolt brushing the sideburns. It would be nice if it did snow.

Autumn rain and autumn rain do not stop for a moment.

Probably many years ago, it rained like this.

What was it like at that time?

The Han Palace was full of water, and there were constantly eunuchs covering the palace, and the bronze beast that stored the water spat out the stagnant water that could never be drained, like a dragon walking in the rain.

At that time, the monarch's father was still young, he had sword-like eyebrows, a handsome face with edges and angles, and when he spoke, he was rare and became an emperor. But he will also be anxious, and on this rainy day, he must be too anxious to be impatient.

The king claims to be the Son of Heaven, but after all, he is a mortal fetus of flesh and blood, bearing a false name, but he has no ability to be the "Son of Heaven". The poor king can control the rivers and mountains, and he can take over the society, but he can't bear it after all...... Fight with the sky.

In the first three years, it was also such a rainy day, and the young monarch should be so painful.

That was 10 years ago.

On that day, he must have sat alone at the foot of the Fengque steps, and he really wanted to exchange his country for the life of a concubine. The rain would also run down his sideburns, and perhaps into the eyes of the king, and he wiped his tears with sorrow, and Chenguang was frozen in the king's resentment......

The huge Han Palace is as noisy as a street well.

He's waiting for news.

After all, he is a king, after a moment of sadness, he still sat up, his eyes were clear and intimidating, his crown clothes were swaying all over the phoenix steps, the emperor raised his hand, and gave a cold oracle to the subordinates:

If the queen can't be good, you will be buried.

Then, like a dragon, he took back the corners of his crown robe with a gold background, and the lonely Han Palace, the lengthy loneliness finally swallowed the king.

It was my father, who used to be young, and he must have wanted his pepper room to be safe and sound. The king was amorous, and finally waited for the message in his anxiety:

Queen's Herb. Got the princess, the heir of the Han family.

It was on this day, ten years ago today, three years after the beginning, that Queen Xu, who was favored by the harem of my Han mother, encountered a disaster of misfortune.

It was on this day that Jingwu was born.

He once said on the high seat: "Born to be a mother!" "The monarch's father must hate it deeply, why is it not his daughter Jingwu who died, but his affectionate wife.

This day is my birthday.

My brother promised to come to Shanglin Yuan to visit me today, to celebrate my birthday.

…… This day is also the death anniversary after death.

He broke his promise. In the hearts of the elder brother and the monarch, the queen mother has never been more important.

I shouldn't have cried. I want to tell my brother more, in Jingwu's heart, it is also the queen mother who is more important. If possible, Jingwu would never want to be born, and Jingwu would not take the life of the queen mother.

She should have been the most noble woman in the world, living in a pepper house, having the king's favor, giving birth to a son and heir, and inheriting the heavens.

She will be the queen mother, her son, and the son of heaven of the future Han.

But this qiē, all because of my existence, was discarded together.

Born to be a mother. This curse is like a shackle, covering people to breathe.

Jing Wu wants to pay more attention to the underground palace and tell the queen mother, Jing Wu also loves her, and Jing Wu is willing to use his life to exchange his life for the life of the queen mother.

I've never met her.

But I think she must be as charitable and feminine as the queen who lives in the Jiaofang Palace.

It would be nice if she was still alive.

Father and brother will not be so sad.

This autumn rain fell really timely. It blocked the way of Donggong to Lin Yuan.

It was in this rain that I met the madwoman.