The heavy snow that had been blowing for days stopped without warning, and the sun that was originally extremely dim in the sky broke through the clouds and shone directly on the earth, warming the people.

There are not too many wordless depictions, not too many sighs and sentimentality, but it is just the time of a holy decree, and the sky has changed.

It's changed after all!

The palatial palace is surrounded by mountains and rivers, blocked by the snow-covered Lingshan road, but there is a clear white figure firmly shuttling through it, the head full of green silk hangs straight down, in the white sky across the perfect arc.

The fan walked step by step, though the snow covered her knees with each step.

Rubbing the tip of his red nose, the ancient painting fan exhaled a breath of hot air, and still walked forward without stopping. Stop and glance at the drawings in your hand every time you walk to avoid getting lost.

Heavy snow covers the mountains, the weather is colder than in previous years, and the large animals in the forest are almost all hibernating, except for the possibility of being eaten by wild beasts, the ancient painting fan feels that there is no need to worry too much when walking.

The snow forest was so silent, out of the rendering of the earth, blocking the earth-shaking cry, but this empty silence still could not make her feel at ease.

Long live the new emperor, how can the big gifts that knock one by one clean the bloody rain behind it? Behind the light there is always boundless darkness.

She doesn't want to think about anything now, she doesn't want to pay attention to anything, so what does the sound of the change of dynasty have to do with her? Even if it's him, what does it have to do with her?

If there was still a glimmer of hope between her and him after she died, but now, when he received the holy decree, it was no longer possible, no more.

I don't know when her heart has become numb and no longer hurts, maybe it's because she has been prepared for this kind from the beginning! She knew that from the beginning, didn't she?

Looking in the direction of the palace, the ancient painting fan pursed his lips, lowered his head and sighed lightly, looking down at the road in front of him that had been covered with heavy snow, and was silent for a long time.

After all, it's just a sigh, but how can that heavy burden be dissolved with a sigh?

The footprints kept trying to spread up the mountain, and finally disappeared into a hidden wood. It's unremarkable, and no one knows what's in it.

Looking at the surprisingly large cave in front of him, the ancient painting fan let out a long breath of turbidity, reached out and grabbed the white yarn hanging down from an unknown place above, and landed down like a fairy descending from the sky.

With both feet on the flat ground, the ancient painting fan let go of the gauze in his hand, looked at the stone statues in the surrounding impression, and the rows of tablets, the ancient painting fan couldn't help but look at the last position, where there had never been any tablet, but she knew that a tablet would be placed there in a few days, and it would be written on the spiritual seat of the seventeenth emperor of Chunyuan.

Turning his eyes to the side, the stone statue there has not yet been cast, but it will be there soon, but compared to the other stone statues, there will be one less woman in palace clothes, and she should have been standing there.

But now she is standing in this position, looking at it from a distance, just from a distance. Unspeakable love, inexplicable resentment, who can predict the next step in the world?

A light sigh resounded in the silent mound, the ancient painting fan retracted its mind and walked to the tablet of the previous emperors, leaned down with the hem of his clothes, and bowed down three heads deeply.

Only then did he get up and follow Emperor Chunyuan's prompt, walked to the stone wall next to the offering table, stretched out his hand and pressed an inconspicuous stone, only to hear a dark grid in the center of the offering table, in which were placed two bright holy decrees and an unsigned letter.

Looking at those two objects, the ancient painting fan only felt that his hands and feet were suddenly cold, and his eyes were dry and painful.

After a long time, he walked to the offering table, stretched out his hand, took out the two holy decrees and the letter, and gently placed them in the empty space of the offering table.

The fingers stretched out and stretched, but they retracted several times, the ancient painting fan frowned, his face was a little pale, and the strong premonition when she was given death came to her heart again, which caught her off guard and couldn't help but panic.

After a while, the ancient painting fan finally reached out and picked up one of the holy decrees, and slowly spread it out to see. This is an edict of abdication, and the black letters above it are clearly written that the seventh prince Chunyuan Lan Mu is the new emperor!

Looking at the dazzling large-character ancient painting fan, I only felt unbelievable, as early as the day of Emperor Chunyuan's death, the edict of succession had been made public, and the world knew that Emperor Chunyuan passed the throne to the sixth prince Chunyuan Lanmu. But now, what is going on with this edict?

After thinking about it for a long time, the ancient painting fan chuckled, but the smile was full of bitterness.

Did she abandon someone she wanted to spend her life with, and finally chose the throne? He knew that if he sat on the dragon chair, the two of them would never be possible in this life! Thinking about it, she chuckled out loud, in front of the throne that everyone coveted, what could she be a little woman who had died in the eyes of the world? The word love, after all, the hurt is just a loving person!

Looking at the dazzling bright yellow in his hand, the painful and dazzling transmission like a brand and the few big characters of pure abyss blue, the ancient painting fan felt a sharp sting in his numb heart.

And the black-clothed figure in her mind could not be extinguished, in fact, she had always thought that he was going to sit on the throne, he was wise and powerful, and he repeatedly performed miraculous feats in killing enemies on the frontier, and the people had the highest voice. And now that the edict of succession clearly says his name, she doesn't believe that with his ability, he will make Chunyuan Lan Mu light, and he will take the throne away without alarming anyone! Unless he voluntarily -

Thinking of this, the ancient painting fan couldn't stop chuckling, and the tears of laughter fell, printed on the dazzling big characters, and the pale face looked even more pale and weak.

She doesn't understand the game between them, and she still doesn't understand after all!

Su Zhi held the holy decree tightly, even his body was trembling, and the ancient painting fan bit his lip to put the holy decree down, and turned his hand to get the unsigned envelope.

The letter paper was slowly opened, and the ancient painting fan faintly glanced at the content above, but for a while, he staggered and sat on the ground, looking terrified.

The pale plain fingers trembled even more, and the envelope in his hand slowly fell to the side, as if abandoned.

The ancient painting fan looked at the envelope that was close at hand with a pale face, moved back suddenly, and shook his head incessantly.

"No, no, no, no-"

"How is this possible? No, no—"

……

The eyes of the ancient painting fan were full of fear, and the pale, thin pieces of paper were like Shura from hell, and the death sentence was pronounced to the world without warning.

She was never so desperate even when she was cut off, and she was not so panicked even when she decided to die. But it was just a few short words, but it was like tearing her soul apart and hurting into the bone marrow.

In a trance, the ancient painting fan reached out and touched her waist, but she never touched the purse without accident, like a basin of cold water splashed, making her feel cold.

Staggered to his feet, walked to the offering table, picked up the last decree with trembling fingers, and slowly unfolded it, and the dazzling characters appeared in front of him again.

"I write that I have a daughter who has been lost for many years, and I am very worried about not being able to raise me for many years. Now that he can be lost and regained, I am very relieved, and I have ordered Qin Tianjian to include his name in the royal family genealogy, and on the day he returns with the holy decree, if he wants to return to the royal family, he will be given the name Chang'an and named him the eldest princess. Originally known as the ancient painting fan, I gave the country the surname Chunyuan, and it was called Chunyuan painting fan. The new emperor personally organized the throne ceremony, and he admired this! ”

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The holy decree had already fallen out in a trance, and the ancient painting fan raised his eyes in a daze to look at the void above, and he didn't know what to do.

In the envelope, the most memorable thing in Emperor Chunyuan's life was clearly explained, and every bit of the woman was clearly explained. She once asked Master Yiyun and Master Zhikong, and those things all coincided, and there was no discrepancy. What made Emperor Chunyuan guess the most was the purse and the blood snow lotus in the purse.

Up to now, Gu Huafan only felt that her heart was so painful that her heart was numb again, and even her breathing was so painful that she trembled, but she wanted to laugh so much, and after so many years of tossing and turning, it had become a big joke at this time.

Giving the country a surname? Chunyuan painting fan? The eldest princess?

The ancient painting chuckled softly, and tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, resounding in this quiet mound. It's just that the sadness and desolation mixed with the laughter make the already dark space even more desolate and desolate.

After a while, the ancient painting fan finally stopped laughing, looked at the letters and holy decrees scattered all over the place in a daze, and finally staggered up and wanted to escape, but after walking a few steps, she finally stopped, looking back at those who she was deeply afraid of and wanted to stay away. He fell to his knees, leaving only a silent sigh.

It's a sin to make a man, a sin -- (To be continued.) )