In the silence of the long night, the lanterns under the eaves of the palace emitted a dim yellow glow.

Changle Palace is as cold and deserted as ever, it seems to be the same as ten years ago, but it has long been different.

The palace maids have rested, only the side hall of the queen mother's bedroom is still lit.

The pillars reflected the light of the candles, the red curtains swayed gently in the night breeze, and a figure stood in front of the black and white wall, leaving a single reflection on the huge peony flowers.

After returning from the Taiji Palace, the Queen Mother stood here and looked at the painting in front of her in a daze.

"The eldest husband should be born when he is alive, and he will die when he dies......"

"The national shame is in front of me, why don't I regret to die......"

“…… It's just that...... I can't help it...... Only the Queen Mother can save me......"

“…… If the Queen Mother is unwilling, I will not force it, and if the Queen Mother is willing, I will repay her for the rest of my life......"

All kinds of words echoed in her mind, there were things she said, there were things she didn't want to say, every word hit her heart, so that she couldn't calm down for a moment when she thought she was stable.

Save the ......

If it was just that, she wouldn't hesitate to say yes.

The Xu family has opened peace for the world, and the descendants of the younger generations are suffering from a vicious disease, as the daughter of the Xiao family, if she is not saved, how can she be worthy of the teachings she has received since childhood......

Xu Buling stood up for the country today, at the cost of a life, to get back what should have belonged to Da Yue, as the queen mother of Da Yue, if she stood by and watched, how could she be worthy of the phoenix robe on her body......

And she didn't want to let her die......

Hongluan can't do without Xu Buling's only reliance......

To save, to be saved, there is no reason not to save.

Salvable Methods......

The Queen Mother shook her head with difficulty, and there was a deep entanglement in her eyes.

How can it be......

How is this possible......

How could she have agreed to such an incomprehensible antidote......

She is the daughter of the Xiao family who married, born in a family of gate valves, her ancestors have worshiped her for generations, as a descendant, her personal integrity and reputation are greater than her life, and she has never lost half a point in the deep palace for ten years, how can she ruin her reputation for this......

She is the queen mother of Dayue, the mother of a country, the mother-in-law of today's son, the role model of women in the world, and she has been in the palace for ten years to conscientiously perform her duties as the queen......

Can't save ......

It will never be saved......

…… But how can you be at ease if you don't save it?

Xu Buling was originally victimized by gangsters, but now she is loyal to the country, and her life is in danger, if she looks on coldly, is she worthy of her face, is she also worthy of her conscience?

Can't save it, can't save it, she's just a woman, how can she choose?

The Queen Mother clenched her hands tightly, tears came out of her eyes, she was short of breath, and she wanted to be hysterical, but she still maintained her former bearing.

The night breeze is blowing, and the deep palace is cold.

Time passed little by little, and there was only one breath in the hall, and the huge peony painting.

The Queen Mother stood in front of the painting like this, the sun rose and set, and the palace lamp was lit and extinguished. The palace maid called outside the door countless times, and Qiao'e came in several times to persuade and go out, but she didn't move.

I don't know how long later, the Queen Mother's afterglow saw the villain on the table, and the half string of sugar gourds held in the villain's hand......

The villain looked a little ridiculous with a bright smile and a sugar gourd, but it made her unforgettable for the rest of her life.

The image of handing over the sugar gourd still lingers in my mind. Love more than the book city

The Queen Mother's eyes gradually calmed down, and gradually became a little trance-like.

Looking back, in the ten years of the deep palace, there is no half an hour on the small street worth recalling......

For the rest of my life, I'm afraid that's it......

Thinking of this, the Queen Mother's face suddenly showed a bit of determination.

Rather than staying in the deep palace and dying old and no one knows, maybe the people who should live should be allowed to live......

Xu Buling is the son of King Su, and he will not hesitate to die for the country, but he should not die at this time......

The world is not peaceful, and the disputes of the Three Kingdoms may sweep the people at any time, and a Xu Lie is needed to shock the monarchs of the Three Kingdoms and the princes of all walks of life. If Xu Buling is dead, who will be this person......

Xu Buling has the talent of the sky, knows the honor and disgrace of the people, and has the twelve states of Xiliang as his dependence, and he is replaced by others who have this qualification......

And compared to the world, what does she have a fate?

The eldest husband should die, although she is a woman, she is also the daughter of the Xiao family, and she should not be allowed to shave her eyebrows......

Xu Buling can spare her life for the honor and disgrace of the country, why should she spare her life for the righteous of the country......

I'm sorry for the Song family, I'm sorry for the Xiao family.

At least she, Xiao Xiang'er, is right in the world!

The Queen Mother's body trembled slightly, she snorted almost sharply, walked quickly to the table, picked up the brush, and wrote lines of handwriting on the white rice paper.

"Ten years in the deep palace, the palace is in charge of the palace, the law of etiquette, there are no children under the knees, Ren fulfills the responsibilities of the insider, and has never slacked off for a moment, worthy of the Song family.

Ancestral teachings: The righteousness of the world is in front, etiquette, honor and disgrace, life and death, and reputation, and there is no one who cannot be abandoned.

Xu Buling spared his life for the sake of righteousness, and the palace saved him, which was the right ancestral religion.

Xu Buling spared no life, why did I Xiao Xiang'er regret this body, the only one to die.

The ancestors have spirits in the sky, if they feel that it is not appropriate, they will be pigs, dogs, cows and horses in the next life, and I will bear it alone! ”

Rustle Rustle –

Write hard.

After the Queen Mother finished writing, she picked up the paper cutting gold knife, cut her fingers, and wrote her name in blood on rice paper.

After returning to the dormitory, he took out a bottle of poison and a flask from among the various strange objects.

The poison was prepared just when he was widowed in the deep palace, when he was about to go crazy by loneliness and despair, with a little floral fragrance, he could be relieved in his dream by drinking it, but in the end he resisted and didn't drink it.

The poison was poured into the wine jug, and the incense table was opened in the main hall of Changle Palace, and three incense sticks were lit.

The Queen Mother wore a fiery red phoenix robe, knelt on the futon, lit the blood letter to the ancestors of the Xiao family, and put it into the brazier.

"For my life, for his life!

The fault of the festival is compensated with life!

The emperor is thick and the earth is a common experience!

The plain words came out, and the Queen Mother's tangled eyes gradually calmed down.

The rice paper turned to ashes in the flames, and green smoke rose in the air.

The Queen Mother raised her beautiful cheeks and watched the faint green smoke float up, rising to the dome, through the eaves and green tiles, until it reached the top of the nine heavens.

As if the burden of a thousand catties in her heart was finally put down, the Queen Mother slumped, sat on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief, revealing a smile.

His eyes stared at the top blankly, it was the dome of the majestic but not half popular hall, and the green smoke had dissipated between heaven and earth.

Maybe it makes some sense to die......

It's better than being locked in the deep palace alone, looking at the endless loneliness until the day of old death......