The empty wine bottles on the ground were blown by the wind, like the light sound of years, clear and painful, and the wind roared, blowing the white flowers of the garden and swaying wantonly.

She suddenly understood why Beigong Jun planted abrupt white flowers in the Dongzhe Palace, which had been abandoned for many years, and the cold air mixed with the fragrance of flowers lingered on the tip of her nose, diluting the desolation here, and having a trace of wind and rain swaying warmth, probably to leave a trace of hope in this vast land.

She got up slowly, stood on the steps against the wind, looked at the vast sky, and said softly: "Go back, the past is irretrievable, but the future can be controlled." ”

"Xiao Yueyue." He called her and said with a sad expression: "Just like you said, the future can be controlled, no matter what grievances you have with him, it is already in the past, so don't hurt him, he is already full of holes." ”

Zhen Yue's heart suddenly became astringent, she opened her mouth but couldn't say anything, only a wry smile, didn't look back, walked quietly on the thick snow, the thin figure quickly disappeared in the deserted courtyard, the wind blew, rolled up her head full of green silk, the tears in the corners of her eyes had long been blown dry, and there was only a touch of sadness.

Sometimes it is easy to persuade others, just because they are not caught in the situation, they can only be viewed objectively with the broad mentality of a bystander, but it is difficult to persuade themselves.

She sighed and looked at the gradually clear sky, her heart was melancholy, and there was a slight pain, distress for this sad past, distress for these people and things, distress for the child who once lay in a pool of blood, distress for his gradually indifferent figure.

But all she could do was watch. She was an outsider, and she didn't have the courage to touch anything, even if it was just a corner of the story.

Just because she has an irreconcilable grudge with him, she is destined to go their separate ways and will never be able to stand side by side.

The royal scandal that had been buried for 14 years was bloodily lifted, and then left with that gorgeous face, buried deep under the loess, leaving posterity with the scars of the side bones, like rusty silk threads crossing the heart, leaving wounds that are difficult to heal. Over time. I don't know if it's to sink or be forgotten.

Personnel have long been wrong, and finally turned into an immortal wound.

In the early morning, the white lights are hung high. A thousand silks dance. Bells and drums wail. Civil officials from the first to the third grade, military attaches from the first to the fifth grade, and the plain clothes to the Qianxuan Palace. With mourning clothes into the ceremony, the people of the city dressed for three days, and the emperor and King Ling, who should be filial piety, did not attend, the whole process is the chief of the internal officials in charge, the scene is solemn and depressed, faint boiling, but no one is noisy, the ministers of the court and the central government are clear-eyed, they have already heard some rumors, no one has studied the internal affairs of the royal family, they can only be cautious in their words and deeds, pretending to be deaf and dumb.

Three days later, the body of the Empress Dowager Xuan was sent to Daqingshan by the escorts, the lonely mountain was desolate, full of the howl of wild wolves, and there was also a burial of Wu'an Hou who once dominated Beiying, because it was a rebel, it was abandoned in Daqingshan five years ago, until her daughter Tang Jinyu asked someone to secretly pile up a lonely grave, so that there was a place of worship, and the Empress Dowager Xuan was buried next to it.

This lingering and mysterious lover, whether it is true love or use, has long been irrelevant, the young emperor fulfilled the dream of the queen mother at the last moment, the Empress Dowager Xuan has been immersed in power for half her life, and she has long been consumed by profit, and only before her death flowed out of her true feelings, not entering the imperial tomb and buried with the Marquis of Wu'an, no matter how the historians of later generations write about it, it is no longer important, I only hope that the years can be completely buried with the loess, and wait until the spring of the next year to bloom and give birth to different fruits.

Beigong Jun was still dressed in a dark yellow brocade robe, standing silently on the city tower, looking at the team that was gradually moving away, his eyes were melancholy and sad, but the corners of his mouth were relieved smiles, a new day will always come.

On the long official road, a woman in purple sat on horseback, also looking in the direction of Daqingshan, her eyes were red, and her hands were a little blue holding a deerskin codex, and tears were sprinkled in the wind, floating on the purple clothes.

She is the daughter of a rebel, she can't go to Daqingshan to worship in this life, she hated it for five years, she hurt it for five years, and now she is finally relieved, so there is no reason to stay in this sad place anymore.

There may have been hatred support, there was hatred and attachment, but when she opened this codex hidden in the dark grid last night, she was already in pain, this is the codex written by her father in his early years, which recorded the bloody truth hidden under the glory, it turned out that the person she hated was actually killed by her father, thinking of the assassination of him for so many years, her heart was like a knife, how could she have any face to stay here again!

Tang Jinyu's mind came to mind again the first time she had seen, when she was ten years old, the first time she saw the support of a male teacher, extraordinary, a glimpse, she had already lost her soul, she is now unmarried, alone, but entangled between love and pain, from today on, the hatred on her shoulders has been put down, so many years, every assassination can no longer distinguish whether it is hate, or to see him, and today, she is more guilty, guilty of her father's cruelty of lust, she may be waiting for this day, waiting for her to no longer hate, can return to her original intention.

The horse's hooves were rolling, rolling in misty snowflakes, enveloping her thin figure in an instant, Tang Jinyu glanced at the majestic and magnificent city tower, and smiled with relief at the corner of her mouth: "Goodbye." ”

Riding his horse galloped, he disappeared into the endless snow, and his figure gradually turned into a dot, like a star in the night sky.

In just three days, the low breath gradually recovered, the white lamp was removed, and the lantern was replaced with the usual lantern again, but the Ling Wang's Mansion was still bleak, the night was deep, the black was like thick ink, and the sky gradually drifted with white snow, through the window paper, with a trace of cold.

Zhen Yue and Fu Ziran were only sent back to King Ling's Mansion yesterday, escorted by the army, the formation was still exaggerated, when Zhang Liang sent her back, there was no previous arrogance and arrogance, but with a straight face, from the Queen Mother to today, King Ling still did not appear, and the Praetorian Guards looked around for several days without yielding, and everyone was terrified.

Zhen Yue had just had dinner, and when she saw that it was getting late, she knew that Xiao Li had been busy with the gift giving in the house these days, and she was too tired to do it, so she let her rest early.

Outside the house, the goshawk fluttered its wings, and printed a black shadow on the window paper, which disappeared in an instant, she blew the lamp, and lay down on the couch, which has been in the holy palace for the past few days, worried and heavy-hearted, and has not closed her eyes for several nights, and at this time she lay down and slept like the waves, but her body seemed to be extraordinarily cold since that morning, and she shrunk her neck, and covered it tightly, only slightly better.

Outside the window, the lights of the three watches sounded, the lights of thousands of homes had long been extinguished, the white expanse was full of cold snow, and the night was only hazy blue light, weird and vast.

I only heard a creak, which sounded quietly, bringing a biting cold wind, and the faint light of the stove next to the couch gradually went out, although Zhen Yue slept deeply, she still woke up immediately, her whole body arched, and she squinted at the window lattice.

I saw a tall figure like a lonely peak, motionless, only a pair of eyes with a glimmer of light in the dark, a faint blue light hit the body, and the shadow was stubborn. (To be continued.) )