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Standing in the courtyard and looking into the distance, the majestic imperial city not far away is in full view, like a huge ink-colored chessboard, for thousands of years, how many people have fallen on it, and how many people can win in the end?

Either Caesar or nothing.

Victory and defeat turn empty.

After the rain and the wind blow, all that is left is this cold imperial city, standing in place, smiling at the common people.

This year's spring is particularly cold, it is already late spring in April, but there is still no life everywhere.

Perhaps, it's just that there is no life in his yard, right?

Zhu Gaoxu smiled bitterly.

was locked up in this Xi'an Gate for too long, so long that he almost forgot what the scenery was outside, forgot what it was today, and forgot himself.

Only the ancient tree in front of him is still reminding him from time to time that spring goes to autumn and the years change.

It's nice if you can really forget.

But he couldn't.

The past years, like a sharp blade, tore his old wounds little by little, disemboweled, and the old things in his heart were put on the table, bloody. The world he was familiar with in the past seemed to have been forcibly dug out, leaving only hideous wounds and empty holes.

The cold wind passed through the broken hole, penetrated through the whole body, slowly penetrated inch by inch, and finally almost eroded his whole person.

The slanting sun faded, and a drizzle suddenly fell in the sky.

The continuous cold and biting rainy season is very much like the spring day of that year.

In recent days, he has always inexplicably thought of those old accident people who have been in the dust of his heart for many years.

-- Asking for but not being able to get it, losing it and regaining it, are all in a thought.

In the end, he still failed to understand the suffering of this world, and now that she thinks about it, if she knew, she would be disappointed, right?

It turns out that you already knew my end, so you are so persistent and tireless to repeat the reminder in front of me over and over again?

The rain trickled down on the cornices and gathered into strings of crystal clear water droplets.

On that day, as soon as he led the army south, he was ambushed like never before. Even if he fought hard, the Yan army he led was still annihilated.

He was hit by two arrows in the back and fell off a cliff.

When he came up from the bottom of the mountain with a strong breath, he found that the barracks had long since returned to its original appearance. After the camp raided by the southern soldiers, it was already a sea of corpses and blood, and it was terrifying.

He stumbled around and asked, but what he got was the answer that the spy had been killed by the prince.

How can it be?

How could she be a spy?

He didn't believe it, and asked again, but no one gave him an answer.

It's like a light that suddenly appears and then disappears. I rummaged through almost all the corpses on the ground, but I didn't see a trace of her.

Only the rice paper in his arms remained, soaked in blood, and the word "victory" was written crookedly.

The spring is cold, and the cold wind and rain are coming.

"Lord Wang, it's raining heavily, let's go back to the house......"

The king's chamberlain looked at him and couldn't bear it.

Zhu Gaoxu seemed to be unconscious, he stood in place, his gaze drifting away, frozen in the ethereal.

The cold was in the bones, and the rain soaked his clothes.

Forcing each other inside and outside, cold wind and bitter rain.

"Lord Wang, the dried meat and pastries sent by Boss Xiao in Chengnan have been placed in the flower hall......"

Seeing that Zhu Gaoxu was indifferent, the king's chamberlain said one more word.

The dried meat of the Xiao family in the south of the city can be described as a must.

The long queue in front of the shop every day is almost endless, but the boss surnamed Xiao is a little strange. The family is well-off and looks dignified, but after the year of establishment, he is still alone. Some people say that he had a favorite woman in his early years, but after being broken by that woman, he completely broke off the idea of marrying.

But even such rumors still can't resist the families of their daughters to be married in Kyoto, not only the boudoir ladies, but even a young nun in plain clothes has even been seen appearing at the side door of the pastry shop.

――That nun is from Qingping Nunnery on the outskirts of Beijing?

――I think so.

――What did the two talk about?

- I didn't hear the specifics, it seems that the nun persuaded him that after so long, it was time to let go of Yunyun.

As soon as this rumor came out, for a long time, the Xiao family's dried meat shop business was not very good. But the rumors were the easiest to dissipate, and after a while, the business of the shop returned to normal, and even more prosperous than before. The matchmaker began to break through the threshold again. The rumor, like a flowing cloud, was blown away by the wind, and it was never found again.

But the king's chamberlain remembered.

But Boss Xiao's strangeness is more than that.

That day, he was just a little curious to go to the shop to have a look, but as soon as he heard that he was from the Han King's mansion, the boss didn't say a word, and regardless of the crowd waiting in line, he directly wrapped two large bags of dried meat, and didn't need money, just let him bring it to the Han King.

If this behavior is changed to the scenery of the palace in the early years, he can still understand it, but now, the prince is under house arrest in Xi'an Gate, and all the old friends in the past are eager to stay away, he is a market vendor, what reason does he have to come forward to stammer?

What made him even more strange was that Zhu Gaoxu, who had never liked to have contact with people, listened to his relay, and actually accepted the dried meat for the first time. Since then, the shops in the south of the city will regularly deliver fresh dried meat every day, rain or shine.

Although there are many questions in my heart, as a subordinate, I also know that this should not be asked.

"What did he say?"

Just when the chamberlain thought that Zhu Gaoxu would not speak again, he asked, in a flat tone.

"Boss Xiao said that he left to save the two of them."

A very awkward sentence, it took a lot of effort for the waiter to write down the original words without missing anything.

The moon-white figure stood beside him, and the rain was fine, falling from between heaven and earth, and when it reached midair, it was blown away by the wind and fell on his robe. Zhu Gaoxu's eyes paused slightly, and after a long time, he said in a hoarse voice, "Lone knows." ”

It's just too late to know.

Zhu Gaoxu raised his head and watched the cold rain fall from the sky little by little, and then hit the green plantain in the court, with bursts of water droplets.

The boundless loneliness accompanied by the loss silently spread to the whole body, limbs, and hundreds of remains.

In the rain and fog, it seems that an old man came slowly with a bamboo umbrella, looked at him, and showed a bright smile.

She was still wearing a big red jacket and a bronze helmet.

Zhu Gaoxu suddenly wanted to laugh.

They all wore helmets and held bamboo umbrellas, isn't this an extra move?

The other party just smiled and didn't answer.

He took two quick steps, trying to grab something, but as soon as his hand was stretched out, all the scenes instantly turned into nothingness. Only the boundless bleakness and loneliness between heaven and earth remain.

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps in the garden.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty is invited."

It was said that it was "please", but it was a first-class master of Ouchi who came.

Is this day finally coming?

Zhu Gaoxu smiled.

Everything should have an end, but when he goes, I am afraid that this vein behind him will not be able to stay, right?

Heavy rain poured down and strong winds raged. At a glance, it was like going back to that year.

Jin Ge Iron Horse, full of spirit.

Free and easy strategy, happy rivers and lakes.

Farewell to sorrow and chaos, life and death.

Zhu Gaoxu strode into the dense rain curtain.

The past is full of things, gradually drifting away, and finally turning into a point in the eye, like the ink stain accidentally dripping on the rice paper, wet by the rain, smudged, until it disappears without a trace.

People in the world often hate the suffering of the world, but they don't know it, they can't ask for it, and they can't get it back, all in one thought.