At the end of May, the second princess, who had been suffering from illness for nearly a year, passed away. Because of Feng Hang's conditioning, the second princess was not in pain, but she was unwilling, she was still young, she had not experienced love, she had not become a mother, so she left the world in a hurry. Therefore, she was even more uneasy, she was worried that the third princess, who had lost her sister, would have no one to rely on, no one to protect her, and no one to worry about her life. Therefore, before leaving, she took Yang Xianrong's hand and begged bitterly, begging her to treat Sima Xuanhua like her own daughter, and one day, find a reliable husband for her, so that she can live her life carefree.

After the second princess left, Sima Xuanhua couldn't restrain herself with sadness, although she knew that she would have to face this day sooner or later, and she thought that she was mentally prepared, but when this day really came, she knelt down beside her sister and didn't let her subordinates make up for her sister.

"Xuanhua," Yang Xianrong pulled Sima Xuanhua up and said: "People can't be resurrected after death, no matter how sad you are, you can't put the second princess in this situation, the weather is hot, and if you don't open it again, you will really make your sister live in peace." ”

"I'll follow you out of that forbidden place," Sima Xuanhua cried: "I just want you to find someone to save my sister's life, now that she is gone, I have nothing to be nostalgic for, so it is better to let me go together, on Huangquan Road, our sister and I will be a companion, and she will not be lonely." ”

Yang Xianrong let go of Sima Xuanhua's hand, and she said a little angrily: "If you really dare to die, you should be gone a long time ago, do you need to cry like this for your sister?" ”

When Sima Xuanhua heard this, he opened his red and swollen eyes, fell on Yang Xianrong's shoulder, and scolded himself while crying: "I am really a useless person." ”

Yang Xianrong took Sima Xuanhua out of the second princess's dormitory, and motioned for everyone to quickly dress and change clothes for the second princess. Changle Palace was in a state of sadness, the subordinates had already changed into plain clothes and hung white everywhere in Changle Palace, Sima Xuanhua couldn't help but cry out again when he saw such a scene, Yang Xianrong saw this, and simply took her back to Xianyang Palace.

She poured tea for Sima Xuanhua with her own hands and forced her to drink it before saying, "You want to die, your sister still wants to live." ”

Sima Xuanhua kept sobbing and couldn't say a word.

"If you really want to reassure your sister, you might as well do something to reassure her." Yang Xianrong said again: "She is worried about your marriage, can you not know?" ”

Sima Xuanhua shook his head: "Wait for another two years, how can I have the mind now?" ”

"Who told you to marry now?" Yang Xianrong looked at Sima Xuanhua with a smile and said, "I mean, you have to have a reason to live well, even if it's not for yourself, but for the person who loves you or needs you." Now I live for Nian'er, and you should live for your sister. ”

Sima Xuanhua nodded: "I know, those words that want to die or live are just venting, I have nothing to do now, and I don't have the face to go underground to see my mother." After that, she sighed again: "Isn't it true that people live for a lifetime to suffer?" ”

The death of his sister made the young Sima Xuanhua realize such a truth, isn't it true that people live for a lifetime? People like the second princess and the third princess who were born with a golden spoon in their mouths have also encountered unbearable suffering in the world. Even if a person like Sima Zhen sits on the throne and can live a chic life, why hasn't he been suffering from separation? Yang Xianrong thought about herself again, she didn't leave anything she wanted to keep, and she didn't have anything she wanted

Yes, now she is the queen of a country, but so what, there is no one to talk to about the pain in her heart.

After comforting Sima Xuanhua for a long time, Yang Xianrong finally asked someone to accompany her back to Changle Palace, she wanted to chant and pray for her sister, and then send her on her last journey. The tired sheep Xianrong just wanted to rest, and someone came to the Taiji Hall again, Sima Zhen knew that his daughter had passed away, and he was crying in the dormitory, no one could coax him, and everyone really had no choice, so he came to ask the queen to go and persuade him.

Sima Cheng curled up on the edge of the bed, crying uncontrollably, and when he saw the sheep Xianrong coming, he grabbed her clothes tightly with both hands like grasping a life-saving straw, and asked eagerly: "They said that Xian'er died, is this true?" Is it true? ”

Yang Xianrong nodded: "This morning, I just passed away." ”

"Nonsense." Sima Zhen pushed Yang Xianrong away and said angrily: "The national teacher has healed her, how can she die?" You're all lying to me. ”

"The national teacher extended her life for a few months and did her best." Yang Xianrong persuaded softly, and after thinking about it, Sima Zhen was most afraid of ghosts and gods, so he said: "Then the Lord of Yama told the national teacher that Xian'er's yang life was over a few months ago, and he secretly concealed it for a few months for the sake of the national teacher's face. ”

Sima Zhen was really frightened: "What does it have to do with me? ”

"You are the princess's father, it is because you are reluctant, coupled with your status as the Ninety-Five Supreme, that the Lord of Yama understands the favor, do you say it has anything to do with you?" Yang Xianrong saw a look of fear on Sima Xin's face, and hurriedly said: "Fortunately, the national teacher has great powers, and he also helped the second princess change her life, she will be reincarnated into a good family in her next life, don't worry." ”

Sima Zhen was still a little sad: "It's just that I won't be able to see the strings in the future, so I'm really reluctant." ”

Yang Xianrong had already prepared, and immediately asked people to present a painting, which was the portrait of the second princess, she ordered someone to hang the portrait, and said: "This is the princess when she is in good spirits to find a painter to paint, you can express the spirit?" ”

Sima Zhen threw himself on the portrait and cried one by one.

"You can't cry." Yang Xianrong said: "Xian'er is in a hurry to be reincarnated, your sad relatives make her reluctant to go, and it will be troublesome if she misses the hour." ”

Sima Zhen hurriedly wiped his tears, grabbed Yang Xianrong's hand, and said, "The queen is right, I can't cry." But I must bury the strings thickly, and no one can stop me. ”

Yang Xianrong hurriedly nodded, and let people coax him to rest.

Within two months, three people died in the royal family, however, Sima Xuanhua was not the same as those two, although Sima Shang was the emperor's grandson, he died young and died young, and lived outside the palace all the year round. Sima Wei doesn't need to say much, although he is of high seniority, Sima Zhen is not close to him. The second princess is Sima Zhen's daughter, because of Jia Nanfeng's relationship, he watched her grow up, and her feelings are different from the other two, plus the second princess is a daughter in the end, and she has never interfered in court affairs, and she has no power, so she is not the one who needs to be used. Therefore, when Sima Zhen proposed to bury the second princess, no one in the court objected, and soon, the Ministry of Rites proposed a funeral etiquette system, and the king of Qi waved his pen, and the second princess was buried in a beautiful manner.

Since the death of the second princess, Sima Xuanhua has locked herself in Changle Palace as if she had lost her soul, and she didn't see anyone, she wanted to be slow

Slowly digest his sadness, but found that it is easier to remember the past when he is alone, when Jia Hou was still there, the three of them often played in one place and studied in another, but now things are wrong, and she is the only one left among the four princesses.

Before Empress Jia was deposed, she vaguely felt the change in the direction of the wind, she was worried that she would be assassinated, and she had confessed to her favorite third princess more than once, once she had an accident, let her be sure to plump her wings, become strong, avenge herself, and protect the Jia family. In just a few years, she didn't do anything, but Sima Lun, who killed her mother, was dead, and the Jia family was destroyed, and she was useless at all.

Yang Xianrong came to Changle Palace several times, and every time she ate closed-door soup, on the seventh day, she finally couldn't help it, and forcibly opened the door of Sima Xuanhua's room, but saw that she was hanging three feet of white silk on the beam. Yang Xianrong was shocked, and hurriedly asked Zhang Hui to hug Sima Xuanhua.

Sima Xuanhua struggled and smashed Zhang Hui with a punch, but Zhang Hui didn't escape, and forced her to the ground with this not light fist.

Yang Xianrong didn't say a word, stepped forward and slapped Sima Xuanhua and scolded her with two words: "Coward." ”

"I don't dare to die, you say I'm cowardly," Sima Xuanhua said faintly: "Now that I dare to die, you call me a coward." ”

"Isn't it?" Yang Xianrong asked rhetorically. Sima Xuanhua didn't give her an answer, she waved her hand, sent everyone out, and sat opposite Sima Xuanhua, she touched her red cheeks, and said softly: "Since I rescued you from the forbidden place, I won't care about you for the rest of your life." ”

Sima Xuanhua cried when he heard this, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Why is it so hard to die?" Yang Xianrong continued: "But if you die, there is nothing, are you really not afraid?" I thought about death, but I was afraid. There is no feeling, no feeling, buried in the dark and gloomy underground, bitten by the insects and ants, and slowly turned into a pair of white bones, is it really willing? ”

Sima Xuanhua trembled, but still did not speak.

"The dead can only be history, but the living can make history." Yang Xianrong continued: "You Sima Xuanhua is dead, how many strokes can you leave in this history?" It's just a few words: Princess Qinghe, the third daughter of Empress Jia, died by hanging, at the age of seventeen. Your mother has high hopes for you and doesn't want you to be all there is. Even if your sister doesn't want you to participate in the rights and wrongs of the court, she wants you to have at least a husband and a child. As for yourself, you have been entrusted by your mother, you tell your sister that you will be happy, I think, this is not just a promise, but you also want to do this, do you really want to break your word?"

Sima Xuanhua stopped crying, shook his head, and finally spoke: "I don't want to, it's just that mourning is greater than dying." ”

"A man cannot die until his heart is dead." Yang Xianrong pulled Sima Xuanhua up and took her out of Changle Palace, the scorching sun roasted the earth, the dazzling eyes made Sima Xuanhua's eyes feel uncomfortable in the dim room for a long time, she blocked the sun with her sleeves, and her eyes looked at the sky in the direction of Yang Xianrong's finger, the sky was blue and cloudless. "We will eventually fly there, we will look down on this land from there, Xuanhua, don't leave yourself with regrets, do what you want to do, meet the people you want to meet, and then you may find that you are reluctant to be here at all."

Sima Xuanhua looked at the sky, there were just three or two small birds flying in front of her, and for some reason, two lines of tears fell down her cheeks, but these tears were not because she remembered her sister.