"It's almost the Chinese New Year. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Against the backdrop of the bright and dim lights, Tang Fei's voice was like silk floating in the air, soft and lingering.

"yes, it's almost the New Year." Compared with the softness of Tang Fei's voice, the emperor's voice was like a low jagged, with a hint of hoarseness and sand flute.

"Your voice is hoarse, remember to drink more water in the future." Tang Fei lowered his eyes, got up and went to the table on the side to pour a cup of tea for the emperor, and handed it to the emperor.

"Don't work so hard, the people of the world are important, but your own body should also be careful. Don't stay up late, staying up late or something has always done the most harm to people's bodies. Remember to eat on time, no matter how busy you are. People are iron, rice is steel, eat on time, only then can you have the strength to do what you want to do......"

As soon as the words began, I couldn't hold it back.

Tang Fei was in a trance, it turned out that he had so many things to say to the emperor.

usually dislikes the emperor for being a chattering old mother, but when it comes, she has no head to talk about it, and she has become the most outright broken old mother.

Watching Tang Fei's mouth open and close, watching her babble some things that were cumbersome but also heartwarming, the emperor finally couldn't bear it anymore.

stood up, took Tang Fei in his arms through the big case, and kissed her lips deeply.

The kiss was not passionate, there was no lip and tooth dissolution, there was no entanglement of tongue and tongue, only deep touch.

Xiao Fei'er's lips were very cold, so cold that they seemed to have no temperature.

The emperor wanted to warm her lips, but she only felt a cold **.

It turned out that he couldn't bear it anymore, and he wept.

And she was also in tears.

That's not good, the tears of the two people are gathered together along the faces that touched, how can you tell whose tears it is?

The emperor didn't want to pretend to be calm anymore.

It's the last moment.

After all, as long as she drinks the bottle of forgetfulness water that she has prepared a long time ago, Xiao Fei'er will forget herself forever, forget all her troubles, and be reborn from now on, become a new person, and start a new life.

If this is the case, what is the point of pretending to be calm and unkind?

The emperor held Tang Fei tightly in his arms, and his strength seemed to crush Tang Fei's bones.

"Fei'er, it's me, it's me who is sorry for you."

The long-suppressed feelings were finally released, and the emperor was choked up for a while.

Even if she has arranged all the ways for her, how can she feel guilty?

The former vows and alliances are still remembered in my ears, holding the hand of the son, and the oath of the son and the old man I have never forgotten, but now, I want to let go of her hand with my own hands, and let her disappear in the sea of people, disappear in her own life, and never see each other again.

In the end, he let go of her with his own hands!

"What's there to be sorry for? It's just a matter of what people want. The concubine never blames you. Tang Fei also gently touched the top of the emperor's head with tears, just like the emperor always does to her.

"Phil..."

The emperor hugged Tang Fei's body tightly and looked deeply into her eyes.

This situation and this scene really reflect such a sentence: "Holding hands and looking at tears, there are no words, only a thousand tears." ”

The night was getting darker.

The time of parting is also getting closer.

I really don't want to leave the emperor's expression at the end, it turned out to be just this crying and chirping appearance!

Tang Fei forced himself and barely showed a smile.

But this smile is really more ugly than crying.

Tang Fei took a deep breath and pretended to sigh relaxedly: "Sometimes the fate of life is really a very wonderful thing. Every time I think about fighting fate with my own efforts, I find that in the gears of fate, human beings are really too small and powerless. ”

Tang Fei leaned over, stretched out his hand, and his cold fingers touched the emperor's face.

She choked up a little, and finally swallowed the wail that almost gushed out: "Zhongkang, even if my life seems more like a joke now, as long as I meet you, I will never regret it." ”

yes, joke.

It does look like a joke.

chose to enter the palace, struggled and sank in the palace for so long, encountered countless accidents, climbed countless mountains, and thought that she would become the queen smoothly and reach the highest peak of her life.

Unexpectedly, it was just a roller coaster, and after the excitement peak, it returned to the original starting point.

All Tang Fei's efforts have become a joke.

She thought that her choice to enter the palace was the most correct choice, and she threw away many precious feelings for this choice, but what about now?

But he also left the palace empty-handed.

In this way, what is it not a joke?

But is it really just a joke?

Except for what he once discarded, did Tang Fei really gain nothing?

Not really.

The preciousness of life is never what you get at the end, but the beautiful scenery along the way.

People often use this phrase to describe love, but I think this sentence is more suitable to describe life.

That is: 'Don't ask for eternity, just want to have it.' ’

If you have it, you will have memories, and if you have memories, you will have life.

In fact, what Tang Fei wanted, although the freedom she pursued, it seemed that she had not gotten it, perhaps, she had already obtained it.

Because, even if she can't stay together, she has also gotten the most precious love in the world, the emperor.

The night is so thick that it seems that it can't be dissolved.

The moon stars are scarce.

The hour is near.

Outside the main hall of the Qianqing Palace, there was a somewhat restrained and eager knock on the door of Chang Huaquan.

He only knocked twice and then stopped again, and he knew in his heart what kind of torment the two masters of the temple were going through at this moment.

After all, the illusory mirror flower is difficult to resist the strong reality, how can the water and moon in the dream be worthy of the wind and frost of the world?

Ten fingers clasp together, transmit each other's temperature, feel the pulse and the rhythm of blood.

Tang Fei and the emperor are like actors on stage, singing the last moan before the curtain call, sad, almost crazy, almost heartbroken.

The mood of sorrow flooded through the night, and the numb soul seemed to reflect the light.

Time is always ticking, and parting will always come.

It's cruel like we're dying all the time.

The emperor clapped his hands, Chang Hua bowed down, and carefully presented a tray.

On the plate was a wine glass, full of an unknown liquid.

The emperor said to Tang Fei that this is poisonous wine that pierces the intestines, and if you drink it, you will not be tortured, and you can die instantly.

The emperor understands Tang Fei.

She has always been so kind, and she is so fascinated by herself.

Her own little Fei'er would never watch tens of thousands of people die because of herself.

was given poisoned wine and died, which should be the most perfect ending of the story.