The wind was mixed with the showers, and the ancient painting fan suddenly felt a little cold, and her still numb body was trembling slightly at the moment, and she still remembered that she had also smiled and smiled that year, and now she only got a glass of poisoned wine.

Alas!

So be it!

Su Zhi gently picked up the delicate gold cup, only to feel that the cold touch still burned her fingers a little painfully.

Liufu next to him had been tightly covered by Li Xiuwen's order to prevent him from making any more noise and annoying the emperor.

The ancient painting fan looked at him in a trance, hooked his lips and smiled slightly, and then raised his head and drank it all.

"Your Majesty, take care of the dragon's body. Even if it's not for the sake of the Jiangshan Sheji you hate, but for yourself—"

The wind was still strong, the rain was still there, but she didn't feel cold anymore, the warm blood slowly seeped out of the corners of her lips, and when her eyes were slightly closed, she only saw the eyes of Luofu stopping and staring at her closely.

There was so much more she wanted to see, but she couldn't see it after all.

She won't forget the memories of her past, that's the only thing that belongs to her.

――

Hearing the instant silence outside the house, a slight fall sound passed through the storm and rain, through the closed door, straight into the ears of Emperor Chunyuan.

Suddenly, a soft sigh flowed quietly in the dark room, and Emperor Chunyuan lowered his head to look at the silver-white purse in his hand, and closed his eyes slightly for a while.

Don't hate me, don't hate me like she does—

I have spent my whole life in remorse and helplessness, but I will never regret this one thing-

Looking out the window at the already dark sky, he thought, there is one last thing left to do in this life, soon, soon-

Thirty-four years of pure abyss, a harsh winter.

Emperor Chunyuan and his entourage, who went out to play in the Thousand Yang Garden, finally embarked on the road back to the palace and arrived at the palace in three days.

On Zhengyangmen Square, Emperor Chunyuan slowly walked down the imperial chariot, and the cold aura around him was extremely severe, and everyone felt that there seemed to be something different. Then I thought that the four princes who went to play with them a few days ago were sent back and locked up in the mansion, which must be related to this matter.

It was an eventful time, and the emperor had a conflict with the princes, which was definitely a huge change in the court, and the abacus in the hearts of some ill-intentioned ministers was banging.

The emperor got off the imperial throne, and saw the chief manager Li Xiuwen walking forward to serve Emperor Chunyuan. Behind is followed by the father-in-law of Liufu, who has been hanging his head.

Mu Ya, who came to greet her, raised her head slightly and looked left and right, but she couldn't find the figure she was looking for. Emperor Chunyuan had already approached, so he had no choice but to give up looking for it and kneel quietly.

"Let's all be flat! I'm tired, let's disperse at will! Emperor Chunyuan walked forward without looking back.

The ministers looked at each other, and finally had to stand up one after another and slowly retreat.

Mu Ya got up and walked behind Emperor Chunyuan with Concubine Yaxian, and all the concubines had no choice but to disperse.

Mu Ya looked back from time to time, but saw Mu Chongying, who had not yet left, frowning at her.

She understood the look in her eyes, and she was also worried because she didn't see the ancient painting fan that returned to the palace.

As the most favored palace maid of Emperor Chunyuan. Naturally, he has to stay inseparable, but now he doesn't say that he is serving closely, and he hasn't even seen a figure. A few days ago, there was another incident with the princes, and now that she is gone, how can she rest assured?

nodded slightly to Mu Chongying, signaling him not to worry, she has her own measure.

Mu Chongying nodded heavily, his brows were still tightly locked, but no matter how big his official position was, it would not be his turn to interfere in this harem matter anyway.

He has lived half his life, looking at how many things he has done, he doesn't seek status, he just hopes that the two sisters can live a safe life, that's good!

Mu Chongying walked slowly towards the outside of Zhengyangmen Square, his once strong body had become a little weak after eight years, and the hair on his sideburns had turned white. This man, who is about to dominate the court for a lifetime, has also experienced wind and frost, worried about family affairs, and worried about the people of the world.

Time does not wait, and now he is old.

Mu Ya looked at her father's already somewhat rickety back, her eyes were sour, and she finally had to follow Emperor Chunyuan.

was about to arrive at the Qingxin Palace, Mu Ya finally couldn't help it, and asked, "Your Majesty, why don't you see the girl who painted the fan?" The concubine has a robe sewn for her! It's been a little cold these days—"

"She's out of use anymore!" Emperor Chunyuan said in a deep voice.

Mu Ya chuckled in her heart, but forcibly suppressed the thought, and then chuckled and said, "It's too!" The girl who painted the fan is so favored by the emperor, how can she freeze on weekdays! It's the concubine who is too worried—"

Emperor Chunyuan held his steps violently, looked at Mu Ya with deep eyes, and wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak after all. Sighing lightly, he stepped into the Hall of Pure Heart.

"I'm tired! Go back! ”

Mu Ya stopped, but still refused to go back, Concubine Yaxian glanced at Mu Ya, and then turned to leave.

Liufu looked at Mu Ya at the moment when the door of the temple was not closed, Mu Ya only felt that the look in her eyes was too heavy and too depressed, she couldn't read it, she wanted to know urgently, but she didn't dare to ask again, and the bad premonition in her heart became stronger and stronger.

But he had to slowly return to the palace.

I want to inquire, but the people who traveled with Emperor Chunyuan this time are all close associates of Emperor Chunyuan, and it is impossible for the slightest rumor to reveal it.

She is just a concubine, and what ability can she probe the tone of the emperor's cronies.

She's anxious, she's afraid, but the most important thing now is stability, wait!

The emperor has always favored his sister, she will be fine, she will not be-

――

After entering the Qingxin Palace, Emperor Chunyuan pushed everyone into the imperial study by himself.

Li Xiuwen and Liufu waited quietly outside the room.

Li Xiuwen looked at the appearance of Liufu's soul on the side, sighed again and again in his heart, and finally had to say: "You retreat first!" Looking at your appearance, you need to adjust it well. ”

Hearing this, Liufu looked up at him in a daze, and then said softly: "Master, this is not true, is it, fan-"

Li Xiuwen hurriedly stopped Liufu's words, glanced at the door, and then said in a deep voice: "Don't mention this matter again in the future!" Don't forget! ”

Luofu shook his head in a daze, bit his lip, and staggered away.

Li Xiuwen looked at his somewhat flustered back, and couldn't stop sighing in his heart, looking at the flowing clouds in the sky, he could only sigh.

In a trance, I went back to that year, and the sadness that the red makeup of the city couldn't hide could not hide. He can't know everything about the future, and he can guess that the world is impermanent, and there will always be all kinds of regrets coming one after another. He has lived this life, and he hasn't seen through it after all!

Looking back at the confined door, there lived a most tired and heart-wrenching person, he was a king in his life, but also a loser, although he was noble, but after all, he was defeated by fate. (To be continued.) )