If there is any difference between her and those deep palace women, it is that she can still clearly know what she is doing! Everything she does is just for the people she cares about, for her own life.

However, even so, she is no longer the original girl who cries when she wants to cry and laugh when she wants. In eight years, there are so many things that can be changed.

"Maybe one day you'll find that I'm not as good as you think. I'm timid, selfish, and scheming...... I'm not worth it—" Gu Fan struggled to control his trembling teeth, looking into his eyes word by word.

"Then what should I do...... I still keep you and me firmly in mind. If it was just curiosity at the beginning, now it is the subconscious engraved into the bone marrow. It's been eight years! What should I do? What should I do—" Chun Yuan Lan Mu sighed lightly.

Have you ever been lonely?

Have you ever longed for it?

Have you ever loved?

Have you ever hated?

When a person sighs to you and what should he do, do you have a dream for a moment?

The aftermath of the sigh is still around, but the ancient painting fan has burst into tears.

Over the years, the pace of difficulty, every inch of sadness, and a little bit of confusion have suddenly disappeared and suddenly opened up.

What should I do?

Oh, yes! What should we all do?

What should we do in this troubled world?

So let's be—

The shoulders lightly touched by the forehead were warm, and the autumn wind was blowing, mixed with the butterflies of dead leaves.

At this moment, the past and the present life......

――

In the Qingxin Palace, Emperor Chunyuan, who was silent alone, slowly got up and got off the ground, and walked towards the tea room.

The elegant and quiet tea room has a simple layout and is really comfortable. In the past, there would always be a woman in white coming and going, holding a teacup in her hand, and gently persuaded him to rest more.

Looking back at the door that was still closed, she didn't know where she had gone, and she didn't return.

Gently rolled up the moire brocade sleeves, and fiddled with the tea set with the movements of the ancient painting fan. Soon a pot of tea was already boiling, and as far as the eye could see, the tea cup that the ancient painting fan had not had time to pour out, gently picked it up, lifted the tea lid and was about to pour it to the side of the sink. Emperor Chunyuan's gaze swept over the tea in the cup, but he suddenly paused, and his eyes stared at the blood-red petals floating in the clear tea.

Suddenly, his fingers trembled slightly, and the cool feeling in his mouth for a moment seemed to reappear, and he said that the feeling was so familiar.

Gently put down the teacup, reached out to pick up the red leaf, put it in front of him to look at it carefully, but was speechless in shock for a moment.

Staggering back half a step, Emperor Chunyuan held the red leaves tightly with his fingers and strode towards the door, but he suddenly stood still. Turning around and running to the table, the withered old hands quickly rummaged through the folds and books on the table.

On that day, Master Zhikong told him about the events of the year, and handed him a letter for him to read at the right time.

Later, time passed, and there were many trivial matters, so he put them aside for the time being.

The right timing? He didn't know when. All he knew was that he wanted to see it right away.

Looking for a long time to no avail, like some documents that are not in a hurry, Li Xiuwen used to take care of them, but he is not in good health recently, and this matter is all taken care of by the ancient painting fan, but I don't know where she put it.

A book was turned to the ground, Emperor Chunyuan leaned over to pick it up, and the afterglow swept over the dragon chair, but found a touch of silver lying quietly on the cushion of Mingguang.

For a moment, he forgot to lean over to pick up the notebook again, and looked straight at the silver-white purse, trembling slightly.

Suddenly. He staggered back a few steps, distancing himself from the dragon chair, but his eyes were still looking straight at the indelible silver white.

As if fleeing, Emperor Chunyuan turned around and strode towards the door, pushed the door open, and the figure fled in an instant and seemed to disappear outside the door.

However, after a moment, I saw Emperor Chunyuan return to the table with faster steps than when he went out.

The fingers trembled slightly, and finally covered with the unforgettable silver white.

A cloudy tear slipped down, mixed with how much bitterness.

――

The early winter of the thirty-fourth year of Chunyuan.

Concubine Qi held a banquet on her birthday, but was unexpectedly discovered by the emperor to have an affair with his son and His Royal Highness, and slept naked on the same bed.

Emperor Chunyuan was furious, and immediately ordered the death of Concubine Qi, and His Royal Highness removed the status of the prince, took back the mansion, and became a commoner. Remembering that his wife and children were innocent, he was not allowed to pursue them. Repatriated back to the palace of the Marquis of Qi.

On that day, the sky was dark, the pouring rain kept falling, and an ancient painting fan dressed in white was drowned in the sea of people in front of the Four Princes' Mansions, and I watched Chunyuan Lan Ye be driven out of the Prince's Mansion and sent out of Beijing.

followed by the four princesses with a cold face and no trace of sadness, Xi Yanxue. She was holding a baby in her arms. Step by step, he walked out of the gate of the Four Princes' Mansion, walked alone in the pouring rain, and never looked back.

But despite her indifference, despite the sea of people and the pouring rain, the ancient painting fan still felt the loneliness and desolation from her heart.

That year, they got married, and she wanted to destroy it for her sister, but she saw Xi Yanxue's flower-like smile, that bright smile, and a bright appearance projected straight into her heart.

She thought she was going to send blessings, she said: Life is only for one person, may he be safe, may she be happy.

This sentence dispelled her firm determination.

What's wrong with Xi Yanxue? The heart of a daughter to be married, a naked heart.

After returning to the palace, how long did she not dare to see Mu Ya, how many times did she wake up crying in the middle of the night and fell asleep crying.

Such a simple feeling, but not everyone can and is qualified to have it! How could she destroy? But it's clear that he doesn't deserve such love!

Finally, two years later, she saw the woman who once had a simple smile, but now her face was full of cold determination.

This sudden change was something she didn't expect, she ran madly in the pouring rain, and stood straight outside the mansion of Chunyuan Lanmu.

Chunyuan Lan Mu was not in the mansion, and she had already fainted to the ground before he returned.

After a few days in a trance, the agitation in her heart was slowly suppressed, and she also learned to smile in the face of his worried inquiry.

It's inevitable that things will come to this point, isn't it? It's just a matter of time!

She still remembered the day when Mu Ya saw two naked people on the messy bed.

That's rebirth.

The regeneration of all those involved......

――

The melodious sound of the piano drifted away, and even the seemingly ruthless autumn wind and falling leaves on weekdays became soft and tactful at this moment.

The maple leaves are all over the sky, and under the tree is a woman dressed in white, whose fingers gently pluck the strings, which seems to record the sound of the piano for a hundred generations, surrounding every drop of air, intoxicating. (To be continued.) )