His two royal brothers are all corpses all over the field because of the road to the throne, and what you see above the court has never been your current status! So he never had the idea of becoming a prince, he didn't want to see his sons work together to deal with the candidates he had chosen, he didn't want to see them kill each other, even if it was to maintain a superficial peace!

He has been through too much in this life, he is tired, and now he is going to rest. It's time for the past to die!

Closing his eyes slightly, the purple flashed from his mind again, but what was left behind was an unforgettable bone that could never be extinguished!

Rest in peace! Rest in peace! His, hers, his sons, and now his most unrelieved fan, all the struggles are gone!

He used his last time to lay everything out, and he only hoped that there would not be so many tragedies after he left!

Li Xiuwen staggered, knelt down in front of the bed, and said softly: "Your Majesty, Your Highness the Sixth and Seventh Highnesses are on their way to the palace, Your Majesty—"

I still want to say something more, but when I raised my eyes and saw Emperor Chunyuan's peaceful and calm smile, he suddenly didn't want to think about such a meaningless thing anymore, the person he had been waiting for all his life was about to say goodbye forever, and his life had come to an end, in fact, it was good to think about it like this, and it was good!

After a lifetime of hard work, the final destination is nothing more than that!

That's it!

That's it!

On the silent streets, the snow is sprinkled like a blooming flower, and the sun is a little dim today, and there is no temperature on the ground through the goose feather snow, which is even more bleak.

Pedestrians on the street will scold angrily when they look at this ghost weather, and then pull their clothes tightened, holding paper umbrellas and speeding up.

Looking at the dusky sun, the surrounding circles of solar halos spread outward, making the sun in the middle pale and bleak.

Gu Huafan's brows were furrowed, and her heart was extremely depressed, for some reason, she always felt extremely dull today, and her heart palpitated panic.

Today's weather is too cold, and the snowflakes are fluttering and sprinkling, and there is no pleasing thing to the eye at all. The pink plum blossoms on the side of the road are hidden in it, but I only feel unusually dazzling.

A white dress fluttered in the wind, and a green silk flew in the snow, like a beautiful ink painting, but her face was too pale, and the white handkerchief around her face did not seem to be as pale as her face.

The ancient painting fan stands in the most prosperous street in Woyang City, because of the cold weather, the pedestrians on the road are in a hurry, and there are very few street vendors, but a few hawkers can not welcome a few businesses and have to brave the heavy snow and freeze, and then the sleeves of the clothes are pulled, and they reprimanded the thief God, and closed the stall and went home.

The ancient painting fan frowned slightly, looking at the direction of the imperial city, his heart was faintly panicked, his eyelids kept jumping, and an inexplicable sadness spread from the bottom of his heart to his limbs, cold!

I wanted to walk in the direction of the imperial city, but my legs were as heavy as lead, and I stood alone in the street, under the biting cold wind, only infinite panic remained.

Suddenly, from the corner of the street came the sound of horses rushing forward, the ancient painting fan looked back in a daze, revealing the heavy snow, the horse took the lead in parallel with a black and white two thin figures, that people can remember a lifetime of faces at a glance.

They hurried through the snow, like immortals who came out of the light, and were as dazzling as the sun in the past.

Looking at the two figures, and then raising her eyes to look at the dim sun in the sky, Gu Huafan only felt a thump in her heart, and a panic spread infinitely, eroding her limbs and bones.

If so, how should she deal with herself?

It seems that the time of this moment has passed through thousands of years, looking at the two figures that are getting closer and closer, the ancient painting fan only feels infinite melancholy in his heart, and the suppressed emotions of these days are almost uncontrollable.

His lips were bitten bloodshot, the ancient painting fan slowly lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes covered the look in his eyes, and his figure flashed, and quickly disappeared into the snowy street.

Two horses immediately held two handsome and extraordinary figures, one black and one white like the limit of the two worlds, coming with light, the sun lining the sky was eclipsed, who are not the most popular Sixth Highness and Seventh Highness today? Behind them were a group of soldiers who also followed closely on horses. Everyone is dusty, and it is obvious that they have been in the wind and rain and snow all the way.

However, the two figures in front of them suddenly pulled the reins, and the horses neighed, stopped their steps, and stopped smoothly where the white clothes had disappeared.

Chunyuan Lan Mu stared closely at the empty street in the heavy snow, Fang Cai's clear figure seemed to be just his illusion, but his uncontrollable heartbeat debunked his strong self-composure ruthlessly, how afraid was he? How shocking?

The streets are empty, only the snowflakes that are still fluttering tirelessly, the pure blue clothes in black are still dazzling in the white sky, the cold face, the silent and dark eyes also scan the street, but in addition to the miserable white, where is the clear white?

A sense of pathos arose, and the two looked at each other, and they both saw the same sadness and helplessness from each other's eyes.

The Si people have died, and they buried her with their own hands, how could she appear in this broad daylight, in the middle of the world?

That's it! That's it!

As soon as the two of them pulled the reins, the horses neighed and raised their front hooves, and they glanced one last time at the street around them, and then the horses' hooves galloped, and the red dust disappeared into the white sky.

The cold streets, the dilapidated alleys, are just a thin wall, just a few steps away, but if you miss it, you miss it, even if it's a few steps away? What if you promise each other sincerity? What if they come together after 10,000 years?

I missed it, I missed it after all.

A suppressed whimper sounded in the dilapidated alley, and in the heavy snow, only a woman dressed in white squatted down her thin body, hugging her body and trembling slightly, was she crying? Yes, she is crying, crying out the pain of these two lives, crying out the painful depression in her heart-

The vast white assimilated her figure, and the white snow covered her head with green silk, as if it was one with heaven and earth, as if it disappeared in an instant.

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April 14, 35th year of Chunyuan. Cold!

The sun in the sky is still bleak, and there is a feeling of slowly intensifying, the cold wind is coming, the cold is biting, the last silence of a generation of emperors, not emerging, not beautiful, not grand, just silently fell an imperial star, that light slipped from the sky, maybe the pedestrians on the road did not notice, maybe they didn't care at all, no matter who was their master, as long as there was something to eat, they had no complaints.

But the light disappeared in an instant, and it was whose heartfelt concern was burned out, whose tears of pain were taken away, whose silent sighs were ignored, and whose sneers were ignored at the corners of their lips? (To be continued.) )