Now she lives the most peaceful days every day, which is the life she seems to have longed for for several lifetimes, without intrigue, without warmth, without the heat and coldness of the world.

She doesn't have to force her face to laugh, she can cry whenever she wants, she doesn't interfere with what she wants to do, she thinks that such a peaceful life is the precursor to the storm!

So be it! Let her enjoy this last tranquility again, and let her truly experience the life of flesh and blood that can breathe and hurt!

These days, she will go out for a walk when she has nothing to do, of course, the premise is to cover her face, she wants to look around, she has been here for so many years, the most familiar is the four corners of the sky, the labyrinthine palace road.

She wanted to see if there was a place in this world that was so big that she could be haunted by it.

Don't worry about who will recognize her, now that the situation is turbulent, those who lived and died for power are probably busy now, where will they have the leisure to go shopping? In the vast sea of people, the chance of being able to meet is so slim.

Are those she cares about also worrying about her? I don't know when she found that those people or things that she had avoided were replaying in her mind one by one, unable to look at each other, but unable to forget, not wanting to read it, but not bearing to read it. If she was erased along with those memories, where was the evidence of her existence all these years?

The lonely streets are cool, and there are not many people who have the leisure and elegance to go shopping in the wind and snow at dusk. The street vendors also began to put away their stalls one after another, and the vendors who insisted on staying and continuing to set up their stalls came to see him with hot food, and their faces were filled with happy smiles. Their eyes are looking at each other with a strong sense of love.

It was a small vendor selling steamed buns, and the stall was set up by a young man, the cold wind was blowing, blowing his thin body, and there was only a thin layer of cotton clothes on his body, I saw his hands kept rubbing, and the tip of his nose was red from the cold.

The cage in front of him suddenly steamed hot, and the young man quickly lifted it, and it turned out that a basket of steamed buns was ripe.

Those buns have different shapes, such as a little tiger, a little rabbit, and a small flower. All of them are exquisite, steaming, and they make people appetize when they look at it.

At the corner of the street on the side, a young woman walked quickly, carrying a lunch box in one hand and a paper umbrella in the other, but the goose feathers and snow still eroded her thin cotton clothes. I saw her walking in a hurry, and when she saw the young man selling steamed buns, her red face was frozen and showed a gentle smile.

The young man also spotted her, and immediately put down the lid of the pot in his hand, and strode towards the young woman, who gave him a disgusted look and hastened to cover him with an umbrella.

The young man reached out to take the lunch box, and took the paper umbrella in one hand, most of which was covered by the woman next to him, and his eyes were full of affection.

Xu is business is very good today, both of them have happy smiles on their faces, the two of them are next to each other, steaming hot meals for the man who has worked hard all day to satisfy his hunger, and the woman's eyes are indescribably satisfied.

Stunned, she stopped, not wanting to go any further, and at this moment she saw the most beautiful thing in this world, which some people may not be able to pursue in their lifetime.

The goose feather snow beside her is still falling, the cold wind is biting, and the warm picture is only a few steps away, but it is like a distance from the ends of the world.

It was an experience that she had followed all her life, an experience she would never have touched in her life.

Walking slowly to the stall, the young man who was eating immediately put down the dishes and chopsticks, and his face was full of polite smiles.

"Which one does the girl want to eat, just pick, this pattern is all pondered by my daughter-in-law, and it is very fresh!" The man was very proud, his eyes staring at the woman beside him, full of warmth.

When the woman on the side heard him praise him like this, she immediately glanced at him with disgust, and couldn't help but turn red, but her eyes were extremely happy.

The ancient painting fan chuckled in a trance, looked at some hot buns, and picked out a bun in the shape of a little tiger.

The young man immediately wrapped her, handed him the copper plate with the ancient painting fan, reached out to take the hot bun, and then slowly left. Behind him, you can still hear the happy murmur of the two.

The snow is still heavy, what can't be stopped is the love from the heart, and what can't be blocked is also the sigh of the cold heart.

looked at the little tiger-shaped bun in his hand in a daze, the word 'Wang' on his forehead was crooked, and the little tiger's appearance was also extremely cute, and his eyes seemed to be smiling at her.

The sky has darkened, and there are finally only a few passers-by in a hurry on the street, stealing the dim light, the ancient painting fan finally stopped, looking at the lonely and cold street in a trance, and the melancholy in his heart suddenly arises.

No matter how many streets she has walked, how many stone bridges she has passed, and how many people she has seen, those only remaining memories are those that she will never forget.

Have you ever loved?

Have you ever hated?

Have you put it down?

Have you forgotten?

Time flies, white clouds and dogs, but in a hurry.

A person's journey, a person's arc, a person's land is barren.

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Thirty-five years of Chunyuan, late spring.

The people who had suffered due to the snow disaster were finally restored to peace and rebuilt their homes with the full efforts of the imperial court. The merits of the two princes are equal, and the voices of the people are not divided between the top and the bottom. Now all we have to see is the final choice of the dying emperor.

This is a moment when life stops people's breathing, and everyone is waiting with bated breath, whether this life is glory or disgrace, all in this recent time.

The frequency of Imperial Physician He entering and leaving the Pure Heart Hall has become more and more frequent, and each time he will be more dignified and lamented than the last affectionate.

Finally, he stayed in the temple for a whole day and did not leave the temple today.

The palace people at the tip of the heart of the Qingxin Hall had already turned pale, and they looked in the direction of the inner hall and trembled.

Li Xiuwen and Liufu, who used to stand quietly outside the hall, were standing straight next to the dragon bed at the moment, and lying quietly on the bright yellow dragon bed was an old man who described him as withered, and his bones were tormented by the pain of the day, and the calm and wise eyes of the past were full of tranquility and peace, and a look of peace.

Emperor Chunyuan's heart is calm, everything he has to do in this life, everything he can do has been done, and the rest is what he will do after he dies.

He has no pain, he is not afraid of death, he is very relieved to count the hours quietly every day, step by step towards the end of his life.

It's coming, it's coming-

Imperial Physician He's brows were already wrinkled deeper and deeper, and Li Xiuwen on the side was already unable to say a word in pain, his face had long been exhausted after the erosion of the years, and his once strong body bones had become thin at this moment.

Dominate the backyard for a lifetime, the end, the end-

Liufu had already knelt down deeply at this moment, looking at the expression of Taiyi He who was different from the past, he knew that today was the end of the day!

Imperial Physician He finally put down Emperor Chunyuan's wrist, sighed silently, looked at Emperor Chunyuan's calm gaze, and asked softly, "Your Majesty, do you still have unfulfilled wishes?" ”

When Li Xiuwen heard this, he stumbled under his feet, and knelt straight down in front of Emperor Chunyuan's window, and for a moment the old tears were rampant, and his expression was sad. (To be continued.) )