The journey alone is long, no one will be waiting for you in front of you, no one will advise you to be careful on the way, and no one will ask you if you are lonely when you set out.

In the thirty-fourth year of Chunyuan, this cold winter seems to be extremely long, and it seems to be extremely high and cold, and the straight sect can't stand it.

In the valley near the Thousand Sunshine Garden, two dusty men arrived, one black and one white, looking at each other but not shocked, all flying down in unison, trying to find something.

The night was bitter, and the silent valley hid everything they had been searching for all their lives, but when they saw the woman in white lying alone in the rocks in the snow, all their hopes had died.

The woman wore a palace dress in white, which was the color of the clothes when they looked back when they parted, the long green silk hung down to the ankles, it was her unique scenery, the white hosta that tied up the three thousand green silk has not changed for so many years, the body in the impression is as thin and fragile as now, the vermilion cinnabar on the wrist is still red and demonic, and the purse hanging from the waist is the treasure she regards the most.

It's just that the face that used to be clear and refined was scratched by a rock, and the vague outline is exactly the appearance engraved in the blood and bones of the heart.

The lips were now pale and bloodless, and the bright and clear eyes were tightly closed, as if to isolate everything in this world.

Oh, yes! She's supposed to be isolated.

This world has given her too much helplessness and bitterness, and those clear and moving eyes should be happy all the time, instead of being sad every day for them, for the court, and for the harem.

Go to sleep! Go to sleep!

From now on, nothing in this world will disturb your sleep.

The man dressed in white gently picked up the woman in white and strode away towards the vast white.

The man in black staggered and wanted to chase after him, but suddenly lost all his courage.

What qualifications does he have?

knew that her choice was not to go and propose, but he hurt her!

What can never be returned is the past.

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Thirty-five years of Chunyuan, spring.

The cold of winter has not passed, and even the weather in early spring has been snowing heavily, and there have been snow disasters of varying degrees in various places, and the people are in danger.

Emperor Chunyuan suddenly changed his style of monopolizing the government years ago, and this time he let go of his power and handed over all the disaster relief tasks to His Highness the Sixth and Seventh Highnesses. For a while, the government and the opposition had different opinions.

Now the situation is even more urgent, Emperor Chunyuan is terminally ill, and he can only lie in bed all day to recuperate, but as long as he is alive for one day, then the world will always be his, and everyone's lives are held in his hands.

The courtiers did not dare to be arrogant, and the most important thing at the moment was to do their best to help the prince who thought he could be on the dragon chair, and now the emperor still has not appointed a prince, and the intention is already very obvious, that is, to choose one of the six highnesses and the seventh highness. Now it depends on whose treasure is right and whose treasure is wrong! This is a major change and decision about their rise and fall from now on.

The struggle in the court has always been a bloodless killing, and in this world of power, the winner is the king and the loser, and everything is a battle to the death.

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No matter how much the front and back courts have changed in this era of change, this well-known but isolated place has always been calm.

Sitting alone in the long pavilion, the tea in Su's hand has been eroded by the cold air without a trace of temperature, and the white fingers have been frozen and a little stiff, but they are still motionless.

It has been more than a month since she came to Master Yiyun's Guyun Temple, and until now, she still can't let go of those pasts.

She remembered that she drank the poisoned wine, and she did feel the pain of her liver and intestines being broken, but why did she wake up in Guyun Temple?

In her confusion, she realized that there was a letter firmly hidden in her sleeve, unsigned. When she opened it, she almost wanted to cry.

Eight years together, a lifetime of remembering, bit by bit, can not forget, the taste, only in the heart, only the way is that this life is over, and we can never see each other again.

Now there are two sons, kneeling on the ground and begging each other, but I am furious, send him back to the palace, although he is not relieved, he still does not regret it, don't feel vain, how can I not know?

Today's farewell, this world is over, I can't bear it, but I must do it, I can hate me, but I don't regret it, I have no regrets in this life, and I will be destroyed in a lifetime.

After I die, you can enter the tomb behind the palace, where I will tell you my last words. If you don't want to, go away and don't return. Now I listen to my advice, you don't want to get involved in the affairs of the court, political affairs are the calamities they should experience, if you want to become a king, you must taste the suffering of the world, and taste the warmth and coldness of people.

I know you'll understand!

The route is all on the drawings, whether you go or stay, it's all yours!

She didn't know what kind of secrets Emperor Chunyuan was running and what kind of secrets he was hiding. Will this dying emperor be lonely in these last days?

She often sees him sitting alone, lonely and contemplative, she doesn't know what is hidden in his heart, and how many wounds his heart has been cut by the warmth and coldness of this world.

In this life, as a king, have you ever regretted it?

I heard that Princess Jing'an had been accused of marrying the three princes of Yanyu a few days ago, and she would get married in three days. Piao Wu has reached the age, presumably she has been released from the palace at the beginning of the year, but I don't know if the man who has been following Piao Wu is still waiting for her?

What I have never seen again is Brother An, and when he said goodbye that year, he seemed to have disappeared and could not be found again.

After the turmoil in the frontier, General Qianyu recently set off to return to Beijing, but I don't know whose camp this famous General Qianyu is on.

Everything began to come together, and it seemed chaotic, but it was normal. Everything has entered the norm, and when the sky is just away, it is to see when the heavens will take the life of Emperor Chunyuan-

This turbulent era is about to begin -

She didn't know what kind of bloody rain ensued, and she didn't want to know.

As for the future, she doesn't know where to go!

Although she lived in the Guyun Temple, she hadn't seen Master Yiyun since she woke up, let alone Master Zhikong and her brother.

Thinking of this, she wanted to laugh a little, it turned out that unconsciously, she would still call him brother!

She seemed to have never experienced such a silent day in her life, and everyone she could know about her death, she didn't know how Emperor Chunyuan got a pair of her corpses, and she was able to deceive the two of them, and the bodies were buried on the mountain of Qingquan Temple, buried with her father and mother. The **** went to Qingquan Mountain alone, and she saw the new tombstone with a few big characters written on the tomb of the ancient painting fan.

Looking at her grave, she felt like laughing, but she couldn't stop hiding her face and crying. She was sacrificed to the whirlpool of power, and since then she has been a dead person again—(To be continued.) )