The morning sun is slightly dewy.

"Mother, the slave is waiting for you to freshen up." The maid on duty at night looked at the figures in the layers of golden phoenix curtains, estimated the hour, and asked in a low voice.

I picked up my jade hand slowly, got up lazily, and lightly brushed the two strands of green silk hanging down from my forehead. Lean gently against the edge of the bed.

With three points of sleepiness and two points of laziness, Zhu Lip lightly opened: "Xiu'er, has General Cao ever come?" ”

"No, I didn't." Xiu'er whispered.

Xiu'er is my confidant, to be more precise, she used to be my sister's confidant.

I am still in a good mood, he said yesterday that he will not summon me again in the future, no, it is a good summoning, you have no jokes, I am naturally happy.

He is not my husband, and I am not his wife.

Maybe in the eyes of the world, I have long been discredited and corrupted. robbed Sister A's groom brother and occupied Sister A's queen's seat.

But today is different, on the seventh day of the seventh month, today is Chongguang's birthday, and at this time of year, I will learn from Sister A and make soup for you.

Sitting in front of the gold mirror box, through the dim bronze mirror, I can still see my graceful demeanor, plain and beautiful, white skin like snow, eyebrows like the moon, lips small like cherry, phoenix eyes and starry eyes, all say that I am nine points similar to my sister, but I lack the temperament.

"Niangniang, can you comb peach blossom makeup today?" Xiu'er stood sideways, holding a fragrant jade wooden comb, and asked softly.

I looked at the bronze mirror and was distracted, and was called back by Xiu'er's words.

I smiled bitterly, "No, I'm wearing a high bun and sideburns today." ”

Xiu'er was slightly stunned, yes, what a man, I don't allow everyone to wear this outfit, just to make everyone forget her, but I remember it so clearly.

"No." Xiu'er has been with me for so many years, so she naturally knows my heart.

I've been walking, isn't it just the shadow of my sister?

In this case, why don't you boldly remember her once, remember the sister who softly called me "Nuying" since she was a child, remember the sister who smiled in the depths of the peach blossoms, and remember the sister who looked at me in disappointment on the cloud brocade couch......

Who has a slender waist and limbs, and twists and laughs at the king.

Chongguang said that my waist is the most flexible, and the agility between my gestures is all out.

I put on heavy makeup to hide the haggard I have been these days, thinking, maybe it is the last spring flowers and autumn moon!

When I arrived at the imperial dining room, only a few people were left to help, but the scene in my mind when my sister was sweating and cooking in the imperial dining room became clearer and clearer.

My eyes couldn't help but be covered with a layer of waterdroplets, I pretended that it was smoke, took out a handkerchief and wiped it, and the chief officer next to me hurriedly came up and helped me aside.

When the dish was ready, poppy, I couldn't help but smile, it was still the same taste, my sister's taste.

The taste I make is better than that of my sister, but the first taste is often the most memorable.

I personally carried the "poppy" model to the bright dormitory, and at that moment, I was able to raise my head and follow my sister, the mother of a nation, to my husband.

Walking to the door, seeing the scene inside, my face turned pale, and when he saw me, General Cao bent down respectfully, clasping his hands into fists, "Queen Mother." ”

The ground was in a mess, and several concubines fell to the ground with pale faces, crying desolately.

Looking at the man in yellow in the hall, he stood there with his hands in his hands, looking at a painting on the wall, I walked over, saw the painting clearly, and finally, suddenly burst into tears, the person on it, who looked like me, smiled skillfully.

He has hidden it for so many years, and what he regards as a treasure is still a portrait of his sister.

I walked gently past everyone, holding the "poppy" tightly in both hands, and softly called "Chongguang".

Hearing my voice, he turned slowly, his face was pale, the corners of his mouth were slightly oozing blood, he reached out to me, and smiled softly at me.

I walked over gently, for fear of disturbing the silence, I handed my hand over, he held it gently, his eyes were on the portrait again, and one hand stroked the person on the portrait, as if I had relied on love for many years, and the reluctance and desolation in my eyes I had never seen.

Life is so impermanent, I thought I got what I wanted, it turned out that what he gave was just a dream, his heart, his person, his soul, long since left with the person in the painting.

He held my hand hard, and suddenly, a mouthful of blood spat out, he looked at me apologetically, and fell straight down, pointing to the same portrait in his hand.

I threw down the soup plate, hurriedly stepped forward to support his body that was about to fall, shouted "Chongguang", helped him to stand with strength, took off the portrait on the wall and handed it to him.

He hugged him tightly in his arms as if he was holding a lost treasure, his mouth was broken, I leaned up and listened, "Qiang'er, I was wrong, don't leave me, don't ......"

I endured the pain and slowly lay him flat on the ground, watching the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth getting darker and darker, and slowly closed his eyes......

I was born to meet you, and you were born to meet her.

Beauty, man, the tangles planted in the previous life.

Marriage, red line, invite you to stand side by side in the world......