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The long skirt dragged through the carved fence of the flying dragon and phoenix, and turned into the depths of the gloomy palace in the light and shadow of the daylight.

In the depths of the shadows, someone stood up with a slight eagerness.

Madame Feng stood still, raised her face slightly, and showed a calm and sad smile.

That kind of smile, looking at Emperor Tiansheng's eyes, was like seeing a flower on the cliff quietly open, blooming with a heart-warming softness in the hard background.

"Mingying......" He stretched out his hand a little unwillingly, and called softly.

Mrs. Feng looked at him fixedly, did not bow, but stepped forward with a smile.

Emperor Tiansheng took her hand and carefully stroked the pair of pale hands, the hands were not delicate and soft, some thin calluses, he knew that these cocoons were born from practicing martial arts with a sword twenty years ago, and they were also caused by ten years of hard work.

With a little complicated pity, he squeezed her hand and said: "Mingying, in the end, you are also deceived by others, and you have made great contributions to the country, I really can't bear to kill you, but such a great crime of rebellion, I can't say it without giving an explanation...... On the other side of the harem, there is a palace that is not in use, very close to the office of Haoyunxuan, and it is very secret...... You should be there, and don't come out in the future. ”

Mrs. Feng lowered her eyes, obediently listening to his concerned arrangement, her face slightly bowed, and she couldn't see the sneering smile on the corner of her mouth.

This is a royal secret case that no one knows, who is born and died for, and who needs to be explained?

She saved the country and saved the country in exchange for such a grace?

A ruined palace, a period of remnant life, want her to be trapped in a few feet of palace room from now on, unable to get out, and become his confinement alone?

He's ...... Or will you always be so cold and selfish.

She smiled shallowly, with a little trance and determination, raised her eyelashes, and said softly: "Obey Your Majesty's orders." ”

"Mingying." A hint of joy flashed in Emperor Tiansheng's eyes, he took her hand and turned the curtain, "Come on...... Let me take a good look at you......"

Ming Huang weaving gold silk thick hanging curtains layer by layer, lying in the deep hall, layer by layer turned over like turning this dangerous obstacle continues to ache in the heart of life, rushing to the face heavy and depressed suffocating, those wind-blown fluttering yarn, spider silk makes people scratch, a touch, it will be "snorted", broken.

He took her shoulder, in front, beaded curtain jade couch, a room of agarwood.

At this moment, who has taken whose hand, wants to run to the gentle township that has been expected for many years.

At this moment, who is in whose arms, waiting for the decisive end of a lifetime of suffering and struggle.

Emperor Tiansheng sat down with Mrs. Feng in his arms, the candle shadow shook red, and he looked carefully at Yiren's bright eyebrows, his eyes were drunk, and for a long time, his fingers gently fell on Mrs. Feng's neckline.

"Your Majesty......" Mrs. Feng gave in gently.

Emperor Tiansheng was stunned, and a gloomy haze rose between his eyebrows.

"This light is bright...... ...... embarrassed "Mrs. Feng's face was full of thin red, and she pointed to the lady's candlestick.

Emperor Tiansheng smiled and let go, and Mrs. Feng got up and blew out the candle.

Darkness fell, behind the curtain through a little pale white skylight, Emperor Tiansheng lazily lay down on the couch, waiting for the woman in the darkness to come, fingers through flowers, to go to Wushan.

"Bang."

The sound was dull, and the whole bed shook slightly.

Emperor Tiansheng, who was indulging in a dream with his eyes half-closed, suddenly felt that the beam Chengchen seemed to have been knocked down, and jumped up in panic.

"What's going on?"

No one answered him, and the palace people were all repelled far away from the palace, and there was a faint rusty and heavy smell in the darkness, which was terrifyingly familiar.

"Mingying!"

As soon as Emperor Tiansheng's feet put on the loafers under the bed, he felt that the shoes were wet, and in a blink of an eye, he vaguely saw Mrs. Feng falling to the ground, and a dark **** was quietly blurred on the gold brick ground.

He pounced and lifted the curtain with a thud, and the light poured in in an instant, illuminating the scorching red of the palace.

"Your Majesty......" Mrs. Feng was dying, stretched out her hand to him in a pool of blood, her blood-stained fingers were like jade, "I ......"

Emperor Tiansheng was stunned, and at a glance he saw the foot of the gold-filled bed next to her head, dyed a shocking bright red, just now...... That's how she bumped into it, using her temples, accurate and ruthless, resolute and without leaving a trace of strength, to smash herself.

For a moment of annoyance, sadness, and a little disappointment and incomprehension, he avoided the blood that spread to his feet, and asked her dreamily, "Why...... Why...... You hate me so much......"

"No......" Mrs. Feng still insisted on stretching out her hand to him, her expression was sad, blood was gurgling from the corners of her forehead, and her sideburns were wet, not terrifying, but sad.

"Your Majesty......" A layer of tears gradually appeared on her long eyelashes, "...... Mingying gave birth to hemorrhage that year, and later had no food and clothing, and was poor for many years...... There is a **** malignant disease...... Such a body...... How to match...... How are you worthy to serve Your Majesty...... Mingying regards His Majesty as a god...... How can you defile your body...... Blasphemy ......"

Emperor Tiansheng was stunned, and the heat in his heart surged in an instant, forcing his eyes to his sockets, and finally burst into tears.

"Mingying!" He finally approached her, held the hand she handed over, and no longer avoided the sticky blood, tears falling down one by one, "Why didn't you say it earlier...... Let the Imperial Doctor show you, even if it is ...... Even if it can't be cured...... It won't hurt my love for you......"

Then he turned around and shouted: "Call the Imperial Doctor!" Tell the Imperial Doctor to roll over to me immediately! ”

The palace people outside the palace crawled away, and Emperor Tiansheng hugged the woman in his arms, only feeling empty in his heart.

"That's how I ...... Unclean and unfaithful woman ......" Mrs. Feng put her hand into his hand gently, and looked up at Emperor Tiansheng sadly, "Keep it...... After all, it will bring trouble to His Majesty...... The princes looked at the eagle with a wolf look...... Your Majesty is struggling step by step...... I've watched all these years...... Thrilling for you...... Disturbed...... Mingying can't be because of ...... I have a cheap life...... and calmly survived...... Bring ...... to Your Majesty Hidden ......"

Emperor Tiansheng was shocked, thinking of his sons who were eyeing him, thinking of the five princes who had just committed suicide in defeat, and in a flash of thought, he already understood that Mrs. Feng's concerns were right, and his heart became more and more moved, and he choked up: "It's hard for you...... For my sake...... It's just a pity that you'......"

"Twenty years ago...... Mingying can die for His Majesty......" A smile on the corner of Mrs. Feng's lips was as gentle as a white lotus, and it was far away in the lonely palace, "Although...... Taken the wrong path...... But Mingying can still ...... in the end Die for Your Majesty...... What a joy...... True...... Joy ......"

Emperor Tiansheng hugged her tightly, feeling that the blood was flowing endlessly, feeling that her life was flowing bit by bit in such an affectionate and eloquent story, and in a trance between heartaches, he also felt that she was indeed dying for herself, so wronged and so deeply righteous, and twenty years ago...... The same.

"Twenty years ago......" Madame Feng murmured, smiling, with a bright joy on her face.

"Twenty years ago......" Emperor Tiansheng muttered, his eyes blurred.

Time seemed to fade rapidly at this moment, and the white hair turned to black and rejuvenated, revealing the girl with black eyes twenty years ago, a sword split like lightning in the blood-stained yellow sand, cutting off a hand holding a gun to his chest.

"Lord! I'm here to save you! ”

When he opened his eyes, all he saw was her smiling face, and the blood-stained red armor, a long arrow was thrillingly inserted into her shoulder, and she did not change her face, holding him with one hand, and rushing towards the enemy encirclement dozens of times her size.

What a terrible battle......

He was seriously injured and could not fight again, it was all up to her to rush and kill alone, the thin girl, tied the heavy him with a belt on his back, and rushed into the enemy group brazenly, he watched her knife rise and fall, splashing other people's blood and her own blood, watching her carry him, he half-knelt on the ground and moved little by little, his knees rubbed on the craggy ground and the flesh was blurred...... The hot blood splattered into his eyes, hotter than tears, and he swore to himself in such a burning heart...... If you can get out alive...... Certain...... Be sure to treat her well......

That kind of oath was in my heart at the time, and I felt that I could not forget it forever, but after a long time, it will eventually thin the memory, but the emperor's oath has always been the lightness of the wind passing through the ears, and it is gradually forgotten...... To this day, the woman is sad in his arms, with a nostalgic smile, gently lifting up twenty years ago.

He squeezed her hand, blood burning his heart like fire, and he whispered in her ear, "I've been thinking of you...... That year, on the Golden Palace, you threw a cup and wrote poems, and I ...... in my heart"

This is the knot in his heart, until she died, he did not forget to ask clearly-that year the Golden Palace threw a cup and wrote poems, he was heartbroken, and immediately prepared to issue an edict to crown her as a concubine, who knew that not long after, she eloped with someone, that was the first time in his life that he faced rejection, from her.

“…… Mingying has never dared to love His Majesty......" Madame Feng stretched out her hand, carefully stroking Emperor Tiansheng's stubble, revealing a desolate smile, "...... The three palaces and six courtyards...... Seventy-two concubines...... Mingying delusionally thought about it with His Majesty...... A lifetime of a couple...... But that can't be...... Can't ask for it...... Staying in the imperial capital is also bleak...... Mingying is not ...... with people Elope...... It's on its own...... Year 2...... It's because the rivers and lakes are down...... Married ......"

Emperor Tiansheng looked at her in a daze, wept in a daze, and said sadly: "Mingying! I've misunderstood you for so many years! ”

"Yes...... I...... Personality ...... Not good...... Too...... Greedy......" Madame Feng smiled thinly, and would be pierced by the sword of death at any time, "until death...... No change ......"

"Don't say it...... Emperor Tiansheng hugged her and whimpered, "Tell me...... What do you want? ”

"I only wish...... Your Majesty is safe and happy......" Mrs. Feng replied ethereally, her eyes were far away, like a wisp of clouds, floating in the distant time and space, "That year...... The Golden Palace throws a cup and writes poems...... It's so exciting......"

"You can go with peace of mind." In the tears, Emperor Tiansheng remembered that half a year ago, the woman who wrote poems in the Golden Palace again, Feng Zhiwei, her daughter, a trace of softness swelled in her heart, and said softly, "You want me to be healthy and happy, I also want you to go without any obstacles, your daughter, I will treat her well, she is very similar to you...... I sealed her...... Named her the county lord...... Wedding ...... Helian Zheng! ”

"Knowing the subtleties...... It's very similar to me......" Mrs. Feng mentioned Feng Zhiwei, and finally showed a bright and proud smile, and held Emperor Tiansheng's hand tightly, "County Lord or something...... It doesn't matter...... I only hope you will see it for the sake of Mingying...... If there is anything wrong with her ignorance...... Inclusive of one or two...... Wedding ...... You can see what you do...... The steppe is too far away...... Distressed ......"

"Helian Shizi will be good to her, but depending on you, let's see." Emperor Tiansheng hugged the woman who was as weak as a feather, looked at her gossamer, struggled and refused to leave, knowing that she was waiting for her only relative, he gently wiped her tears, put her flat on the couch, and said coldly to the imperial doctor who rushed over:

"In any case, give me a continuation of her life, and let her see Feng Zhiwei before going!"

"Yes!"

==

The dark tide in the imperial city rolls up, and a woman completes all the missions in her life in a pool of blood.

Outside the city gate, Feng Zhiwei leaned against the tree and listened to the changes in the past seven days.

Her dusty face was long gone, but there were no tears, as if all the tears had been dried by the thunderbolt since she heard the word "it's late".

She clung to the tree, and it seemed that she could no longer support her body.

Zong Chen said very simply, first, he was afraid that Feng Zhiwei would be too stimulated, and second, there were some things that he didn't know himself, but Feng Zhiwei's heart had already sunk in deep water.

Mother and younger brother were imprisoned because they were involved in the case of Emperor Dacheng's heir, and then the younger brother died, and the mother was taken to Ning'an Palace.

Zong Chen comforted her, "Maybe Ling Tang is just injured......

Feng Zhi shook his head slightly, Zong Chen shut up, even he didn't believe it - with Mrs. Feng's fierceness, how could it be possible to endure it for more than ten years? Ever since she had been robbing the prison with an axe, the woman had been desperate and had never intended to leave a way out for herself.

"I'll go to Ning'an Palace." After a long time, Feng Zhi said lightly.

"Miss Feng," Ning Chen tried to persuade her, "this is too dangerous......

"She's waiting for me." Feng Zhi's tone was resolute, and he took off Wei Zhi's mask by himself.

Zong Chen stopped talking, clapped his palms, and someone came out from behind the tree, holding clean water clothes and toiletries.

"You can't go to her like that. The emperor was very suspicious. Zong Chen said, "You wash off the dust, and I'll modify it for you." ”

Feng Zhiwei washed her face and changed her clothes, re-applied according to Feng Zhiwei's makeup, Zong Chen used mutton fat to carefully remove the peeling and scorched lips on her lips, took a box, and made some smallpox on her face.

Feng Zhiwei took a picture in the mirror, which was almost chaotic, and he knew that this master was good at disguise, but he was afraid that even his mask was his handiwork.

She was full of pain and worries, and she didn't have the heart to say more, so she hurriedly got on her horse and went straight to the imperial city.

Mother, wait for me!

==

The imperial city is ninefold, and you are not allowed to enter without a call.

The will of the inner court has not yet reached the outer city, and the forbidden army in front of the palace gate shuttles endlessly, guarding it tightly.

Suddenly, there was a sound of hooves like rain, galloping closer, and the forbidden troops turned their heads one after another, and saw that on the huge square as wide as a lake, someone was riding a single horse, dressed like golden sunlight, and a line of lightning was shocked, and thunderbolts came through the air.

The person who came was dressed in a black dress, and the black horse under X was integrated, and the dress was flying in the rapid gallop, like a haze cloud from the thunder above the sky to cover in an instant, and suddenly cover the top.

The horse was extremely miraculous, and the forbidden soldiers were still dizzy, lost in the spirit of the comer, and the single ride had reached the eyes, and the wind crossed in an instant.

It was as if the sky and the earth flew over the feathers, and they couldn't grasp it.

By the time the forbidden army reacted, that horse had already crossed the two palace gates!

The golden light of the sun was connected by that figure, like a golden ringing di, straight through the center of the imperial capital, and passed through the middle of the nine palaces.

At this time, the guards in front of the gate of the third palace faintly heard the commotion, and as soon as they raised their heads, they were obscured by the black clouds, and were about to stop them with a horizontal gun, when the people suddenly leaned down and spread their palms towards them.

The palm of the hand is as white as jade, the forbidden soldiers thought that they were going to show the waist card to enter the palace, and as soon as the gun was collected, they heard a long hiss, and the strong wind swept the ears, and the man had already passed the third door, and then a defender felt that the waist was light, and the hand touched it only to find that he didn't know when, he had been touched to the waist of the gold mace.

Each heavy palace gate guards their duties, under any circumstances must not leave the post without permission, the first three gate guards were surprised, had to stay in place, and sounded the warning.

The long sound of the horn pierced through the stratus clouds, penetrating the wide and lofty nine-fold palace gate, and the first person to brazenly ride a single day to break into the palace since the founding of Tiansheng made the gate guard blow the golden horn that had already been dusted.

The one rode alone, but never looked back.

Feng Zhiwei doesn't care about this.

What is the situation in the palace, she doesn't know, the only thing she knows is that time is definitely tight now, without a waist card and the emperor's summons, she can't be constantly interrogated in front of the door of a heavy palace to kill time, and even if there is a rumor in the inner palace to allow herself to meet, with the speed of the eunuchs, it will be too late for them to arrive.

Life is so long that many people can't bear to end it on their own.

Life is too short, so short that it sometimes doesn't give people a second to wait.

The Fourth Palace!

Two giant spears rang out one at a time, and the golden light splashed like a mountain.

A horse came in the wind, and the hooves of the horse's bowl were splashed with flowing sunlight.

The spear was sharp and sharp, like a pair of cold eyes, staring unwaveringly at the knight who broke through the three doors.

Horses are near!

A flash of gold!

"K-"

A golden hammer carrying the sun, suddenly appeared in the knight's hand, facing the tip of the spear, and in the sharp and long echo of the metal collision, the two spears weighing 100 catties were fiercely split.

The tip of the golden spear slashed through a colorful glare like oars, and the two heavy-handed wrestlers staggered back.

As soon as he retreated, the horse had risen up, and the gate of the three-zhang long palace swept by!

Fifth!

The spears were like a forest, forming a formation, and they waited in front of the palace gate early.

The forest is the densest forest in the world, and not a single bird can fly lightly.

The forbidden army pursed their lips and waited for the battle, since the founding of the Tiansheng Dynasty, they had never given people such a continuous break through the four-fold palace gate, and the comer was too strong and pressing, so that everyone's heart was so nervous that it was pounding.

Then they saw the black horse, with its mane fluttering, galloping towards it, and a golden spear on it, but there was no one.

Everyone was stunned.

What about people?

Already intercepted in front?

Everyone was stunned and their hearts were relieved.

The horse had arrived in front of him, and in the face of the gun, he did not slow down, and rushed straight towards him viciously.

But all those who learn martial arts are horse lovers, such a world-rare superb horse, the forbidden army will inevitably have a sense of cherishment, and they did not see the trace of the enemy that made them nervous, so they involuntarily withdrew their guns.

Between a withdrawal.

A pair of snow-white hands suddenly stretched out from under the horse's belly, and with a lightning copy, he copied all the golden guns of the forbidden soldiers on his side!

Immediately, under the horse's belly, a black feather floated out of a person, drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, and landed on the horse, and the bundle of golden guns and firewood in his hand generally crossed forward, and rumbled straight into the back.

The forbidden soldiers who lost their guns retreated in panic, and the forbidden soldiers behind were afraid of hurting their comrades and hurriedly collected their guns and retreated, and they were in a mess for a while, and before they could clean themselves up, they only heard the deafening sound of hooves in their ears, and the horse had crossed again!

The Sixth Palace Gate!

Someone on the palace city held clairvoyance, looking at the movement of the palace gate in front of him, seeing the lightning-like copy, such as the sun and the moon like the blue sky-like open gesture, seeing the flying feather floating up, the wind-like woman's fire-like charm, seeing the wide white stone long road, the woman in the black dress broke through five doors in a row, the sun and the wind came all the way, and the heart shook for a while.

It seems that on the battlefield against Vietnam many years ago, there was also such a woman, red armor and black clothes, golden guns and black horses, long hair and skirts hunting and flying in blood and fire, and picking down the brave and incoherent Vietnamese generals with one shot.

Back then, he was still a small soldier, and he looked up to the demeanor of Tiansheng heroine under the command of the first handsome woman.

Many years later, he was the leader of the palace gate, and he had just heard the news that the peerless woman was about to leave, and then he was stunned on the castle tower, wanting to intercept another her twenty years later.

"That's Feng Zhiwei, right?" He said to his subordinates beside him, "I have heard about the affairs of Ning'an Palace, and Your Majesty will send a decree to let her in sooner or later, so there is no need to stop her." ”

A ride was like a black line, passing by the tower under his feet.

He stood on top of the tower, thinking of the resolute and forbearant woman, and his eyes moistened slightly.

"May she be succeeded."

The Seventh Palace Gate!

The one who shook the imperial city rode a dark horse and came unstoppable.

In front of the city gate, the musket team has been blatantly laid out, this palace gate leader does not know what happened in Ning'an Palace, nor is he like the previous one, he has eternal admiration for the female handsome, he only knows that the rear triple palace gate has approached the center of the palace, and no one will be allowed to pass.

Feng Zhiwei stepped on his horse, saw the formation in front of the city gate, frowned, and raised the golden gun in his hand.

"Let me pass!"

"Don't get off your horse and get tied up quickly!" Someone on the tower of the city shouted, "Trespassing on the palace gate, even to the sixth level, you are looking for death!" ”

"Your Majesty allowed me to enter the palace!"

"Bring the waist card!"

"There will be an edict soon!" Feng Zhiwei pointed at the golden gun, "Now, get out of the way!" ”

The palace gate leader laughed loudly, "There will be an edict right away, destroy your nine clans!" ”

"Huh!"

The golden light flashed, the wind came, and after a sonorous sound, the laughter of the palace gate leader stopped.

A golden spear flew from the bottom up, piercing the blue brick stack in front of him, and approached him in front of the door, only an inch from his jaw!

"Next shot." Feng Zhi slightly swiped her bundle of golden guns and sneered, "It's your mouth!" ”

"You-"

"Let's!"

"Your Majesty has a will-" The sharp voice of the inner servant finally arrived, breaking the tense stalemate at this moment, "Chuan Feng Zhiwei entered the palace-"

The eyes of the people on the city tower changed, and they waved their hands hatefully.

Feng Zhiwei held the bundle of golden guns like firewood, as if he wanted to smile, but in the end, he burst into tears.

==

Ning'an Palace was shrouded in a suffocating dead silence.

There was a thick smell of rust in the air, and the imperial physicians walked in and out behind the curtain, whispering from time to time, and the palace maids carried golden basins, clear water when they entered, and blood water when they came out.

Emperor Tiansheng's face sank like water, sitting in the outer hall, holding a book in his hand, but he didn't read a word.

Mrs. Feng has no skills to return to the sky, such a heavy hit, she didn't leave a back hand for herself, the imperial doctor said that she should have died a long time ago, but she has been dying and persevering, he understands that she is waiting for Feng Zhiwei, and also ordered the eunuch to pass it immediately, but there is no hope in his heart - the entry and exit procedures of Tiansheng Palace are cumbersome, and each palace gate will be carefully checked, this back and forth is extremely time-consuming, and he has to find Feng Zhiwei, even if Feng Zhiwei has now rushed to wait outside the palace gate, I am afraid that it is too late.

She is suffering like this, why bother?

"Your Majesty......" the Imperial Doctor hurriedly stepped out of the curtain, "I'm afraid it'...... It's not ......."

Emperor Tiansheng's heart sank.

She didn't wait after all!

"Your Majesty!" An attendant flashed in, didn't dare to shout, whispered, Emperor Tiansheng raised his eyes impatiently, and was about to get angry, but he heard the attendant say a few words in a low voice.

Emperor Tiansheng's eyebrows moved, and he put down the book.

"Already here? So fast? ”

Then he said in surprise, "Break through six palace gates in a row!" ”

"There is someone to succeed Mingying...... Emperor Tiansheng remembered the woman who threw a cup and fought poetry on the Golden Palace that day, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he raised his voice, "Hurry up!" ”

The figure flashed, and a woman with long hair and a black dress appeared in front of the temple gate.

She seemed to be a little out of breath, gasping slightly, and a fine sweat on her forehead shimmered in the shadow of the sun in front of the threshold.

She walked quickly, and with each step, her face turned pale.

"You're here." Emperor Tiansheng sat on the couch with a sad face, "Go and see her." ”

When Feng Zhiwei heard this, her heart was relieved, and she almost collapsed to the ground in an instant, she rushed back to Beijing, all the way to the end of her physical strength, and broke through the six-fold palace gate in a row.

At this time, it was not the time to fall, she struggled, kowtowed to Emperor Tiansheng without saying a word, turned around and walked towards the inner hall.

Emperor Tiansheng looked at her back with a little relief, the more Feng Zhiwei looked like Qiu Mingying at this time, the more relieved he was.

Feng Zhiwei went straight to the inner hall, and the rest of the people had already avoided it.

Mrs. Feng wore a white scarf on her head, covering her wounds, and looked straight at the top of the hall, her eyes were about to be scattered.

"Mother!"

Feng Zhiwei knelt down and threw himself in front of the couch.

Mrs. Feng's eyes that were about to wander away, when she heard the call, instantly lit up, and she struggled to turn her eyes and groped for Feng Zhiwei's hand.

"You...... Sure enough...... she said, a slight smile on the corner of her lips, "...... I almost ...... Can't wait for ......"

Feng Zhiwei closed his eyes, grabbed her hand, and said softly like sleepwalking: "I won't let you wait in vain...... I'm coming......"

She stretched out her hand and gently lifted the white cloth on Mrs. Feng's head, and Mrs. Feng was powerless to stop her, revealing a poignant smile.

Feng Zhiwei didn't blink, looking at the bloody and hideous wound, and saw the miserable blood little by little into his eyes, into his heart, and into the memory that immortality was destined to be indelible.

She wants to remember her mother's wounds at this moment, just as she remembers everything that this Senliang Dynasty gave to their mother and son, remember the sixteen years of hardship, humiliation and pain, and remember that when she thought that everything would get better and she could finally let her mother travel for the rest of her life, someone pushed her and her relatives from the cloud of dreams.

She must remember how bitter this world is, such as this wound and flesh overturned, and this cut flesh and blood will grow in the bottom of her heart from now on, and it will never heal at any time.

As soon as the bead curtain was lifted, Emperor Tiansheng followed, and he was still not at ease after all.

Mrs. Feng didn't speak, and Feng Zhiwei didn't speak, she closed her eyes and felt the words drawn by her mother's fingers in her palm.

The fingers were weak and slight, soft and almost incomprehensible, but the carved ones were the heaviest scars of her life, not in flesh and blood, between the skin of the body, but in the soul, in the nightmare.

"Knowing." Emperor Tiansheng turned his eyes away, avoiding the shocking wound, his expression was gentle and compassionate, "You have to mourn ......"

Feng Zhiwei listened to this kind tone, and the corners of her lips showed a hint of a smile, she looked at Mrs. Feng's suddenly somewhat eager eyes, and pinched her fingers soothingly.

Mother, don't worry, I understand.

She turned her head, and her face had changed to grateful, "Your Majesty ......"

Madam Feng's fingers moved, pinched her hand, and tried to move in the direction of Emperor Tiansheng, Feng Zhi hesitated slightly, pursed his lips, and looked at Emperor Tiansheng a little timidly.

The expressions and movements of the mother and daughter made Emperor Tiansheng's heart hot, and he hurriedly stepped forward and caught the hand of Feng Zhiwei handed over by Mrs. Feng.

He took Feng Zhiwei's hand in the palm of his hand, touched it and let it go, and then said in a deep voice: "Zhiwei, your mother has made a contribution to the country, and I have lost to her for many years, and now I compensate you...... You...... Rest assured ......"

Feng Zhiwei burst into tears, and his face flowed silently.

"Courtiers Shane!" She knelt heavily at the feet of Emperor Tiansheng.

The fingers were cut into the cracks of the gold bricks, silently and silently, and then cracked silently, and the blood slowly soaked out and flowed into the seams, where there was a dark trace, which was the blood that Mrs. Feng shed not long ago.

In such heart-rending pain, she looked up at Emperor Tiansheng with infinite admiration, just like looking at her father.

Emperor Tiansheng thought that this child had a pitiful background, and he was a complete orphan from then on, his heart was sour, and tears came out of his eyes.

Feng Zhiwei had already knelt on the ground and turned around, turning to Mrs. Feng, who was looking at all this, the corners of her lips slightly curved.

Mrs. Feng was laughing.

Know-it-all...... Her subtlety.

It has always been her daughter who has worked hard to protect and cherish.

No matter how sad and angry she is, no matter how heartbroken she is, no matter how much pain she is pressed to rise and collapse, she is still sober and wise, and always makes the most correct choice, even if this choice requires her to use all her strength, even if she tries hard to restrain the hatred, and the bones of her body are rattling.

She saw her burning hatred, turned into the blood that could not be dissolved at the bottom of her eyes, saw her endless remorse, surging and surging in her heart, and saw her wearing a black dress and riding a black horse, galloping on the territory of Tiansheng, with a long knife in her hand like snow, cutting the prosperity of an era.

So she smiled lightly, and let herself float up with satisfaction, this world is too heavy, and she can't withstand the oppression of a little dust.

This life of painstaking preparation, this life of self-forbearance, just to wait for this final decisive end, to achieve a brazen beginning, waiting for that twilight horizon, sinking whose dynasty flag.

She is tired, so I will leave the rest to the people who continue to walk.

can finally go back with a smile and go to see him calmly.

Oh no...... It's not ...... It's not ......

She pressed herself a few minutes and struggled to open her eyes, motioning for her daughter to come closer.

Feng Zhiwei put her tear-stained face to her lips.

Her face, and her lips, were generally cold, generally cold, like the eternal frozen snow on the snow-capped mountains of the Far North, and since then there has been no sunlight on earth, and since then there has been no heat to warm.

"Don't blame the mother...... Don't blame ...... Your brother ......" Mrs. Feng showed an apologetic smile and whispered in Feng Zhiwei's ear, "...... He lives...... Just to ...... ...... to die for you"

A little sound of wandering, scattered in the wind, the breath is like frost on the window, thin and cool, faint.

The last sentence in her life, but it was still as shallow as the wind and heavy as a hammer, and it smashed on the woman's heart, which was already full of holes at the moment.

"Ahh

A mouthful of blood, colorful and terrifying, sprayed on the gold brick floor!

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The sky in the palace is always so confined to the sky at the four corners, square, and it doesn't let you go beyond the fence of rules.

It's like a coffin, letting the body sleep forever.

Feng Zhiwei sat cross-legged in the side hall of Ning'an Palace, facing the two coffins, and finished reading the letter that Mrs. Feng hid in her belt.

She read every word carefully, and she read every word very hard, and after a long, long time, she brought the letter close to the ever-bright lamp, and slowly, it burned.

The letterhead rolled up slightly on the head of the fire and fell to ashes.

The firelight reflected her gaze, infinitely cold, like an endless abyss, dark with no bottom in sight.

The lantern was held in her hand, the white curtain fluttered slightly in the midnight wind, and she held the lamp, and the wandering spirit walked between the two coffins.

There is one, which is Feng Hao's.

After verifying her identity, she begged Emperor Tiansheng to give her brother a whole corpse, Emperor Tiansheng looked at her bloodshot eyes, groaned, and agreed.

"This is Your Majesty's mercy." The eunuch who returned the corpse to her said in a sharp voice, "There is no one who has evolved the human field in the past, and there is no full corpse." ”

Your Majesty is merciful.

She smiled softly in front of the faint lamp.

Give you a corpse, which is also called mercy.

But it doesn't matter, compared to me, you are indeed forgiving—you will know in the future.

Adding oil to the ever-bright lamp again, she leaned over and looked at Feng Hao carefully.

The boy slept quietly, his eyes wide open, and there was still a look of horror and pain in his pupils before he died—he walked with great struggle and unwillingness.

Feng Zhiwei stared at him for a long time, and slowly reached out to caress his cold face, when was the last time he touched him? I don't remember, she hated him so much, she never wanted to touch him, she hated iron and steel, she thought it was a debt collector when she was a child, and when she grew up, she felt that this younger brother was her biggest drag.

Half a year before he was about to die on her behalf, she secretly made him bad and kept him in the prison of the Criminal Department.

He spent the last of his life in prison.

It turns out that she is the biggest drag, and it turns out that she is the one who really owes others and can never repay.

The mother said that she owed him, at least the mother doted on him for 16 years and gave him the best to compensate, but she really owed him herself and treated him indifferently for 16 years.

Her fingers slowly brushed over his face...... Hao'er ...... Let me touch you for the first and last time in my life.

You have lived for your sister and died for your sister in your life, but you have not received the warmth of your sister, and let me make it up to you at this moment, although it is destined to be too late forever.

Her fingers didn't close Feng Hao's wide open eyes.

Hao'er.

I'll let you look at me, see me clearly.

This is the most ruthless sister in the world, the most indifferent relative, and the most stupid woman, she spent sixteen years to live up to you.

……

The light of the oil lamp slowly swam, and in the dark night it was like a ghost fire that was extinguished.

She stopped in front of Madame Feng's coffin.

Mother.

I have asked you countless times, who wiped out the anger and brilliance of her life.

You can simply not give me the answer, why do you have to use death to tell me the only ending of this question?

We once agreed to leave the imperial capital together, but people are not as good as heaven, God has never been willing to fulfill even one of my most humble dreams, you will never wait for me, I will never be able to travel with you, the mountains and seas, and live a paradise life.

Is this fate?

I still can't think about how you survived those sixteen years.

I still don't dare to think about it, that time I went back to Qiufu, you brought a new piece of clothing to send me, but I turned you away because you refused to send my brother to Shouyang Mountain, it was raining lightly that day, I waited across the door to hear the sound of your departure, how long did I wait? Wait until I'm almost asleep...... Your clothes must have been wet inside and out that day.

I didn't understand until today.

You can't let him be sent to Shouyang Mountain, because it's too far away, and no one will die for me.

You can't let him be expelled from the mansion, because he can't protect himself outside the mansion, and if something happens, no one will die for me.

Mother.

You're going to use the bodies of these two of my only relatives to tell me that time can't be turned back, and no amount of regret can make up for the mistakes made in the first place.

Even if I sleep in this coffin today and put myself at the bottom of the coffin, I will never be able to exchange your smile and share a steamed bun with me, and I will never be able to exchange it for my brother at the other end of the table to enjoy that bowl of cabbage soup alone.

This year, I have enjoyed the glory of the world, but today I understand that what I really want is three people around the table, head to head, and drink that bowl of cabbage soup.

can't catch up, can't be recovered, this world is infinitely sad.

The lights gradually went out.

In the middle of the night, snow fell.

The snow is very heavy, and the cotton is lost, and soon it will be a thick layer.

Feng Zhi was silent, wearing a thin shirt, walking in the snow, the cold snow did not reach her ankles, it was cold to the bone, but she didn't feel cold - from today on, there was nothing that could make her cold.

From today onwards, she has slept in the deep snow of eternal freezing, with nothing and alone.

"Zhiwei, wait for me."

"Then I'd like to hear with my own ears the sound of the reeds swinging in the wind like the tide of the sea, or maybe a bird will fall on the hem of my clothes, huh...... Would you like to listen to it again? ”

We won't be together anymore listening to the sound of reeds.

When the golden feather guard mastered by Xin Ziyan broke through the courtyard gate of Cuifangzhai, the reeds were destined to wither forever in that distant South China Sea.

Love and hate are always on the road.

Ning Yi.

Jin Yuwei is yours, isn't it?

The investigation of the Feng family began when we first met, didn't it?

Your attention to Feng Hao comes from your doubts about him and my background, right?

It turns out that I have always been your goal - not love, but the life and death of the imperial power.

It turns out that I have always stood on the other side of you - not fate, but blood opposite.

Scold...... How stupid, how stupid.

It turns out that my life is destined to have no period of indulgence, and when I want to run my heart away, fate will take the reins of me and give me the heaviest and most thorough whip.

It turns out that all my expectations are dreams floating in the clouds, which seem beautiful, but in fact, they will be split by lightning and blown away by the wind at any time.

It turned out that what I thought was within reach was actually far away in the world of the Chu River and Han Realm.

The snow is ruthless and unjust, whistling and wailing, no matter at this moment, whether there are people who are single and cold, standing in the snowy night.

Feng Zhiwei slowly squatted down, under a low tree, and slowly wrote a name with his fingers.

She looked at the name in the snowy night. Then he pressed his hand that was red from the cold and pressed it silently.

That piece of snow, warmed by her warm hands, thousands of thoughts, all kinds of loneliness, gradually melted away, murmuring, like life, some irretrievable things, such as life, such as family affection.

At dawn, she held two coffins and stepped out of Ning'an Palace in the snow, her back straight in the falling snow, and she never looked back.

The palm-simmered name under the dwarf tree was quietly left behind her, and the snow never ceased to fall, covering it layer by layer, never able to find it.

==

In the thirteen-year imperial capital of Changxi, there were homeless orphans who were expelled from the house, **** messengers under the fence, unparalleled countrymen who were on the rise, and young people who were thriving.

In the thirteen-year imperial capital of Changxi, there are **** princes who walk through the country, there are ruthless and cold founding emperors, there are a generation of handsome women who endure humiliation and survive, and there are innocent teenagers who are ignorant and waiting for death.

In the thirteenth year of Changxi's imperial capital, there is the first encounter of the cold lake in winter, the half-night drinking of the Changfeng lonely bridge, the snuggling and survival of the ancient temple in the light rain, and the life and death of the South China Sea.

In the thirteenth year of Changxi's reign, there was a person who had the brightest and brightest memories in his life, but on the first snowy night of that year, he silently turned the page.

Annihilation, prosperity.

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Volume I, Finale.