The rainstorm whirled by, soaking the gloomy Shengjing Palace, the rain slid down on the eaves, ticking and ticking, it seemed that the palace was quiet, the palace maids carried the lanterns, shrunk their necks, and there were faint cries floating through the thick palace walls, which aggravated the horror of the Shengjing Palace. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the lonely dormitory, the wet and cold wind slapped on the door of the golden dragon pillar, breaking the dead silence.

The sparse sound of getting up sounded, and a copper lamp was lit in the huge dormitory, and the shadow was so outstanding that only a tall figure could be seen moving slowly.

The shadow walked to the lattice, and lay on a rocking chair, creaking, listening to the loneliness, a pair of eyes dimly looking at the flames, the faint yellow light revealed the man's bright outline, and the fine lines at the corners of the eyes were as deep as years in the middle of the night.

"Your Majesty......."

The voice of the inner palace sounded outside the hall, and he pushed open the majestic door of the palace in fear, turned his eyes to look inside, and saw a figure floating next to the dark window lattice.

The inner palace was startled, and tiptoed into the gloomy dormitory, placing the prepared stove on the side of the rocking chair, but the constant heat could not eliminate the ubiquitous cold.

Now in June, the weather is a little hot and dry, every rainy season, His Majesty has chest pain, it is already an old problem, these seventeen years, even if the weather is hot, it is still necessary to prepare the stove.

Quietly, except for the creaking of the rocking chair, there was no response, and there was a little hair in it, and the inner palace thought that His Majesty was asleep again, and lowered his voice and said, "Your Majesty, the slave has turned off the light." ”

After a long time, a hoarse and low voice came, "It's on, what time is it?" ”

"Back to Your Majesty, it's almost four shifts."

"Four watches? Who's crying outside? ”

The inner palace was in a cold sweat, "Avoid it, you are like a nobleman." ”

"Like a nobleman?"

The inner palace replied with a shudder: "It's the princess of Hachis, who was demoted to the cold palace because she poisoned the two ladies. ”

Qiu Sheng suddenly realized for a long time, "It's her, crying and mourning every day, and give a foot of white silk tomorrow." ”

The inner palace shook his body, "Yes, the slave obeys the order, Your Majesty rests early." Before leaving the dormitory, he lit a soothing sandalwood in the corner of the table.

As the main hall was closed, blocking out the cold wind, the world became quiet again.

He was still half-lying in the rocking chair, and he didn't know what he remembered, he stretched out his hand and opened the carved window, and the cold wind blew out, instantly extinguishing the only candle flame, and his dim silhouette was shadowed in the night, and there was no trace of his figure again, as long as the creaking sound spread strangely.

How many years? The memory is already a little blurry, maybe twenty-seven years, or twenty-eight years? It seems to be a lifetime ago.

That night, and like this night, the rain was pouring through the earth, damp, cold and dim, and he found Zhen Yue, who had collapsed consciousness, in the smelly corpse kiln, and they argued over the corpse and fought fiercely.

It was on that night that the two wounded hearts clung to each other, vowing to try to live, and the seeds of hope for the future were sown in the scarred hearts and gradually grew into towering trees.

His eyes were a little cloudy in the night, and as the old wounds on his chest rose, many dusty past events seemed to crack open, slowly hitting his brain.

Since Zhen Yue jumped off Hengshan seventeen years ago, his old injuries have never healed, and the doctors in the palace have tried their best to cure them.

In the dead of night, he would wake up from a nightmare, and his face would linger like a nightmare, and then he would lie there and watch the dark sky sink in.

I heard that she got married on the Beichuan Plateau seventeen years ago, became the princess of Beiying, and gave birth to a son named Beiguqing.

Over the years, he has always inquired about her news, intentionally or unintentionally.

Now he sits on the throne of Jinluan, overlooking the mountains and rivers of blood and rain, no one dares to challenge his authority, but he always can't help but think, behind the power, what has been lost?

Every time he thinks about this, he will be heartbroken, even after so many years, he still has not let go, he is always thinking, if Zhen Yue had not been arrested and taken to Beiying, and he had not returned to Tanguo and escaped from Yulong Mountain with her, would everything be different!

They should be an ordinary couple in a paradise somewhere, a man farming and a woman weaving, without pain and despair.

Or, when they met later, when he ruled the mountains and rivers and stabilized the world, she appeared in front of his eyes again, and he believed that he would fall in love with her at first sight, and would not let her witness the cruelty of those bones.

Zhen Yue, Zhen Yue, Zhen Yue, in the next life, let's meet later.

The cold rain was silent, and the soul was broken.

In the early morning of the next day, the noisy sound outside the dormitory woke up Qiu Sheng, who had just fallen asleep, and he slowly got up from the rocking chair.

"Who's making noise outside?" The sound was a little dry because of the cold wind that had blown all night.

"Back to Your Majesty, it's Her Royal Highness the Princess."

"Which princess?" Qiu Sheng frowned, he rarely got along with the children under his knees, but they were just routine officials, and he couldn't remember which princess it was for a while.

The maid bowed her head and said: "Back to Your Majesty, it's Princess Fengjie"

Qiu Sheng was stunned for a moment, sighed softly, and said, "Let her in." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Princess Fengjie, who got the rumor, came in in a hurry, she wore a cyan robe with a corset, delicate armor on her shoulders, and a bit of manliness in her gestures.

The fearless appearance was timid when he saw the gloomy eyes of his father, and he knelt down and said, "Feng Jie asks my father for peace." ”

Princess Fengjie is the daughter of his daughter and Guogong, what her mother looks like, he can hardly remember, this daughter likes to dance with knives and guns since she was a child, and her temperament is a little wild, and he doesn't know why, he only cares for this daughter more than other children.

Qiu Sheng was dressed in a dark gold dragon robe, although he had entered the age of not being confused, he could still see the handsomeness of his youth on his eyebrows, and he said: "As a princess of a country, you must behave steadily and make noise outside the palace, but what does it matter?" ”

Princess Feng Jie pouted, revealing a little bit of her daughter's appearance, pondered for a moment, raised her head, looked at the great emperor and said, "Father, Feng Jie wants to ask for a decree to enter Beiying!" ”

Qiu Sheng frowned, and when he heard the word Beiying, his eyes were a little colder, and his voice was majestic: "It's enough for you to mess around on weekdays, enter Beiying?" You're the princess of Tanguo! If you go to an enemy country, do you want to cause chaos to the country? ”

"Father, no!" Feng Jiegong said rhetorically: "I heard that the son of King Yu Mo Ling, Beiguqing has harassed our border these days, causing countless casualties to the soldiers of the Tan Kingdom, I want to sneak into Beiying and capture him back to the Tan Kingdom!" Do your best for Tan Guo! ”

Qiu Sheng frowned: "Nonsense! National affairs, how can you meddle as a woman! Don't quit yet! ”

"Father......."

"Stand down!"

Princess Fengjie was frightened by her father's stern voice, aggrieved her little face, bowed to the ground and saluted, gritted her teeth and withdrew.

Qiu Sheng saw that her back was lonely, sighed, calmed down the boredom in his heart, and went to the court in the sedan chair prepared by the palace people.

This Bei Guqing now gives Tan Guo a headache, the hero is a teenager, swept the twelve continents of the Western Regions, and at the age of seventeen, he recovered the arrogant Xinu, and even attacked the surrounding small countries on a large scale, the combat style is very neat, and he acts ruthlessly, compared with his father Bei Mo Ling's wrist, but it is also completely different, North Mo Ling is immobile and wins thousands of miles, but this Bei Gu Ling is a brutal attack, and everything has the initiative.

Although Qiu Sheng had a headache, he didn't take it too seriously, after all, no matter how powerful Bei Guqing was, he was still not as cold and iron-blooded as his father back then.

There are talented people in the country, and now it is the world of young people.

On the palace road of Shengjing Palace, the cold wind is dashing, a frost rain and a cold.

Feng Jie sat on the back of the horse, her eyes were firm, the horse's hooves were turning in circles, the girl's sassy face slowly wrinkled, although she knew some three-legged cat kung fu, but she stayed in the palace all the year round, rarely rode a horse, and sat on the back of the horse at this time, and her posture was a little ugly.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, the journey to Beiying is too far, there may be bandits on the road, and Your Majesty doesn't allow you to mess around, so come down." The maid was kind and persuasive.

Feng Jie raised her head and was not convinced, she put her legs on the back of the horse without any image, and hummed: "If you are afraid of being tired, don't follow this princess, this princess doesn't believe it, and she can't catch that lawless Beiguqing, I want to beat him back into his mother's belly!" ”

"Ahem, ahem." The maid squeezed her eyes and said, "Princess, isn't his mother the talented woman who is famous in the world?" Was she once a female general of our Tan Kingdom? Don't you admire her very much? ”

Feng Jie was speechless and stammered, "That'...... Then I'll kick him back in his daddy's belly, it's all right. ”

"Princess, men can't have children."

Feng Jie roared: "Anyway, it's right to kick him!" ”

The maid sighed, pulled the princess's shameless long legs, and said: "Princess, pay attention to your manners, the slave maid heard that Beiguqing is strong in martial arts, princess, your three-legged cat kung fu, I'm afraid you will be slaughtered before you see the big devil, let alone kicked." ”

"What then!"

The maid smiled: "The princess is as beautiful as a flower, it's better to be seductive, I heard that the north is very handsome, and the princess doesn't suffer." ”

Feng Jie almost didn't spit out a mouthful of blood, "This princess is going to capture him, don't let him attack my country's territory again, who wants to seduce?" Idea! Idea! ”

With a flick of the horsewhip, he ran away on the horse's back, and the maid shouted, quickly climbed on the horse's back, and reluctantly followed.

In July, the heat gradually dissipated, thousands of purples and reds, and the shadows of the trees turned into shades.

Although Feng Jie on horseback has a strange posture on horseback, her beautiful eyes are wandering, and the corners of her mouth are hooked with a smile that she is determined to win, and in a blur, she is in a trance very similar to a person's sharp figure.

She has been dancing with knives and guns since she was a child, just to please her father, after all, few daughters like cold weapons, but whenever she picks up the long sword, her father will always stare at her, as if looking far away through her.

It wasn't until she grew up that she learned about a legendary woman from the history books and the palace people's chatter, and she slowly realized that her father was looking at the figure in her memory.

So she subconsciously took that legendary woman as her life goal to make her father love her more, and over time, her personality became a bit manly.

The double-edged dagger at her waist was a gift from her father when she was sixteen years old, and she liked it very much.

And she didn't know that this double-edged short sword was the sword that Zhen Yue had received at the beginning, and now this peak sword with a historical epitome will enter the country of Northern Xinjiang again.

What kind of heart-wrenching legend of the Jin Ge Iron Horse will be set off?