The heavy carved door circulated the sound of the cloth breaking, and the hysterical and buzzing gradually opened, gradually blocking the floating light and dark shadows of this prosperous world outside the door, and the sky had darkened, like a withered peony flower covering the blue sky.

In the same month of thousands of mountains, all households are in spring; There is water in thousands of rivers, thousands of rivers and moons, and thousands of miles of cloudless sky. Where is the world different? Even in a hall far away from the hustle and bustle of the Taichu Palace, isn't the canopy looking at from this place the canopy looking at from the main hall or even the Ming Hall the same in the final analysis? But I don't know what this world is fighting for, is it possible that after the country is in a high position, you can see a different blue sky and white clouds, stars and moons?

Shangguan Wan'er's slender fingers were softly half-supported and half-caressed with the celadon candle carved and painted with entwined peonies, which was clearly the prosperity and luxury that was about to emerge between the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Her pale makeup was reflected by such a faint candle light, and she seemed to have an unusually bright look, but it was flickering and uncatchable.

Wan'er glanced sideways slightly, gave the indoor palace people a retreating look, and then put the candlestick she was holding on a few tightly, and then stretched out her hands forward, fell to Li Dan, and bowed in a proper manner: "Your Majesty is well." The thin warm night breeze that walked through the hall ruffled her high bun and palace hair, and the clear light in the corners of her eyes seemed so lush and lonely. And Hongchen is so enchanting.

Obviously, Wan'er's behavior made Li Dan obviously stunned. Even if it was just funny, I didn't know what it was funny. Was it because of the "Your Majesty" she called out to him, and the regular etiquette she performed to him?

He didn't move, not intentionally, but the gift came too abruptly, so he didn't have time to react. just quietly watched Wan'er get up and stand up, and she was still the Shangguan Wan'er he once knew, without the slightest trace of deliberate deformation.

No, Wan'er has never been traceable!

Thinking like this, the amusement really floated on his lips: "You weren't like this before, you wouldn't give me such a proper courtesy, and you don't like to call me Your Majesty very much." Especially after people. He paused, and his warm gaze, which was fixed on Wan'er's face, wandered slightly. moved, then retracted, and glanced aimlessly at the candlestick that was holding the candle flame and sparse the waves, "Today, why did you suddenly change your words?" It's too late, I'm no longer the emperor......" The last sentence contains half a sigh and half a playfulness, but there is no sadness, no melancholy, no trace.

The meeting today is unusual compared to the past. Wan'er counted on her fingers, she was busy taking care of the affairs of Emperor Wu's ascension to the throne for a while, but she couldn't take the time to take a look at Li Dan. At this moment, it is the first official reunion between the two of them after Emperor Wu ascended the throne...... After all, the mood is floating too much scribbling, and these sorrowful children want to talk and stop, and they want to talk and stop.

Following the traces on the face of the night breeze, Wan'er staggered away her already indifferent eyes, but her clear and clear face raised slightly: "Wan'er just wants Your Majesty to know that in my heart, Your Majesty will always be the emperor." The frequency is not slow or urgent, and there is still not a trace of ripples in the tone.

Li Dan was stunned for a moment, and then his heart was knotted. After a moment of silence, he raised his eyebrows and smiled knowingly at Wan'er.

He knew, knew that Wan'er wouldn't do it to humiliate him, a fallen emperor who was manipulated and pushed down by his mother; Rejoicing, the person who has always understood herself, the person she wants to be recognized most in her heart, she has never despised herself, and has always put herself in that supreme position silently, although she has never spoken out, although she has never wanted to sit in that position!

But he clearly thinks about it, and what he wants is in that place in her heart......

The wine flag dyes the wind, the sky is like crystal, the flowing water is long, and the rise and fall are instantaneous! He doesn't care if he is the emperor or not, because it is all fate, and I am fortunate to be lucky and lose my life. But hearing Wan'er say this, he was still very happy, sincerely happy, because he only wanted to be the emperor in her heart, the only emperor of the world!

In fact, looking at this life like a white horse, life is like morning dew, how short is it? What is precious is nothing more than the rare moments and precious people that are not common in this drunken dream and death, and the rest of the days are just in vain!

What is eternity? As long as there has been, as long as I have remembered the moment of perfection engraved in the bottom of my heart, the years will be frozen and will become eternal.

Ten thousand laws are idealistic, and no heart is a Buddha...... Dan thought so.

Facing Li Dan's warm smile and the gently curvature of the corners of his lips, Wan'er's heart suddenly moved.

She has always been so firm in her heart to Li Dan: "The time, those days, and the invisible things you want to have, I will accompany you." And what you don't want, I won't force you to fight for. ”

She also stopped making a sound, turned around and walked to the sandalwood window, and her eyes caught a glimpse of the brocade box that Emperor Wu ordered herself to send Xiao Gong'e and send for the imperial heir a few days ago was still neat and clean, and there was no trace of touching. He reached out and took the brocade box, put it on the small table with the candle, and opened it along the interface of the lid with thin force.

Suddenly, a beautiful fragrance hit the face. The box of air-dried flowers of different types and colors jumped into view, and the candle flames that were sparkling together by the sieve, and the floating sparkling waves set off by the night light, just like the light red face of the beautiful woman's heart: "This is the newly dried herbal tea this spring." Herbal tea is not as fresh as Pu'er, and it is not as fresh as it has been recently. She began.

Most of the topics between them are not some power confrontations and meetings. Those tea tasting, Zen, moon and flowers seem to have achieved a tacit understanding with each other imperceptibly. They like to slowly revive their senses in an atmosphere that is not competitive, even if it is an illusion, so as to discover that there is something called "beautiful" in the world.

The fireworks of the dust open and fall, swimming. What are the spirits walking in it looking for subconsciously? Just to covet the beauty of a moment and drink to quench your thirst for eternity, this is actually ridiculous, can it really be achieved, can it be satisfied?

Who knows! Does Feng'er know? Maybe Feng'er doesn't know......

Dan looked at the layers of withered petals spread on the bright yellow soft satin in the brocade box, and did not answer the stubble. After a long time, he slowly lowered his head, and suddenly asked Wan'er in a calm and muffled voice: "Is mother okay?" Suddenly, this is a kind of bond that cannot be dissipated as the years go by, and the more years go, the bond between the son and the mother.

Wan'er said lightly: "Okay." "A good word, a few ordinary, enough to reassure.

The crisp moonlight brushed with a layer of silver-cast microwaves, circling around the room as far as the eye could see.

Dan turned sideways and frowned, falling into deep thought. Accompanied by the words that came out, it was evident that he was not without worry: "Mother's encouragement of whistleblowers, regardless of their origin and status, will not hesitate to confer official positions on those who win their hearts, which is the most enthusiastic and enthusiastic conversation in the palace these days." After a slight pause, "It's like a few days ago, Hou Sizhi, who was newly acquired to serve the imperial history, he was a flatbread seller, he clearly didn't know how to read, and he couldn't even read the official documents of the dossier......"

This is a good talk, and there is not even a gap between the words, which shows that Dan is really in a hurry! This is too inconsistent with his true nature since the beginning.

Wan'er still has such a light and clear demeanor, silent, slowly opening her lips, but she has always been an initiation, as if there is nothing that is not familiar with her heart and deeply understood: "There is a kind of divine beast called the Pig Pig, which specializes in using its horns to rush to the top of evil people with its horns. If an illiterate pig can distinguish good from evil by instinct, why can't an illiterate cake seller distinguish good from bad by instinct? The tone of the question conveyed a positive meaning.

Li Dan was stunned for a moment, and in the gap between his fingers, he suddenly understood!

What Emperor Wu needed was not a virtuous man who could read and break words, but a tool to get rid of the person he wanted to get rid of. Think about it, if a person is really familiar with the classics, has a lot of knowledge, and has a lot of experience as an administrative director, how can he become a person who is idealized by Emperor Wu? I'm afraid that it's good not to be the person the Martial Emperor wants to investigate!

The light wind that came in from the vine window disturbed the momentum of the petals in the box, and Dan hurriedly turned his mind to care for these scattered flowers, laughed at himself, and said no more: "Look, I'm confused." It's impossible for him not to understand this kind of truth, but this time he was still confused.

Forget it, don't think about it! In this erosive prosperous world, he gradually forgot his identity, forgot whether he was alive or dead, and then forgot his country...... The rest of the things, mediocrities disturb themselves, why bother!

I don't know why, the atmosphere has become too gloomy, so that Wan'er suddenly has a sense of foreboding that the fate between her and Li Dan is destined to not last long and die halfway from the beginning! She hurriedly suppressed the fatalistic thoughts in her heart, and asked with a smile: "Since you have long lost interest in everything in this Taichu Palace, how can you ask such a question?" She was curious, but she couldn't find a clue in her voice.

But there is no need to bother to think about something, once you know, Wan'er just has some curiosity, some subconscious caused by nature, and maybe some care for him...... That's why I asked this question.

So, Dan didn't think about it, just turned his back to the moonlight and sighed long. In the change of light and extinction, the shadow of this dustless shadow is half bright, half dark gray, and the sky is vast, as if it has never belonged to the illusion of the world: "I don't care anymore. Or, never...... But, after all, Emperor Wu is my mother. "There is a precipitation of a fall, it's as simple as that.

It was my mother, the one who gave birth to me and raised me, the one who broke my bones and tendons, the closest person in the world, the one who shed the same blood and ran the same pulse...... How can I not care about her pros and cons? Her joy and peace?

"Goo-" Once, the thick feeling of such a clear heartbeat! Wan'er raised her eyes, her gloomy heart trembled at this moment because of the great shock, and then the huge deficit mound Gu that had long been related to family and love gradually overflowed!

A look of emotion floated on his face, was he moved?

Whether it is a trade-off or a competitive one, in the final analysis, those things that have existed and are innate will never be forgotten or changed. One day it will return, all of it.

For example, the relationship between mother and son, no matter how a mother treats her son, it is still her son, and she is still his mother! This thing whose blood is thicker than water cannot be erased even if it is really cut, it has always been so subtle, how can this nature not move people?

There is love, there will always be, there will always be......