In the third year of the Apocalypse, on the twenty-eighth day of the lunar month, the snow of this year's Great Zhou came late, and the sky was gray with a cold wind. The entire capital seems to be covered with a smoky gray veil, hoping that the snow from the sky can tear this veil away...

Zhanghua Palace

Today's wind seems to be stronger, blowing on the door of the hall with cold air, squeaking, the door of the main hall finally can't bear it, open its arms, and let the wind in. I didn't want this hall to be empty, so the cold wind had to roll up the curtains and dance wildly. Outside the inner hall, a small palace lady hunched her waist and walked towards the inner hall, lest the wind blow the medicine jar in her arms, looking like the shrimp of Jigoko. Xiao Gong'e walked into the inner hall, laboriously closed the door of the hall, brought the medicine to the side of the bed, and said softly, "Niangniang, the medicine is decocted, this time the slave is watching it personally, and there will be no mistakes." ”

The eyes of the woman on the couch were slightly open, and the originally excellent Ruifeng eyes did not have brilliance, but they were lined with human wood, but it was a pity that such a good pair of eyes. The woman half-opened her eyes, but didn't look at the palace, and muttered to herself: "Yao'er... Yao'er..."

Gong E was stunned for a moment when she heard her whispers, and her eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of mist, "Niangniang is thinking about the second prince, but now that she is sick, it is better to drink the medicine and raise her body, so that you will have the opportunity to see the second prince in the future!" Gong E tried her best to say it in a cheerful voice, but it was difficult to suppress the tremor in her voice.

"Yao'er isn't there anymore, is she? When I was first beaten into the cold palace... Only... It's gone. The woman on the bed couldn't help but tremble.

Xiao Gong'e panicked, "Niangniang, who is listening to the nonsense, two... The Second Prince... The second prince..."

The woman thought of what the waiter said just now, "The second prince has not been good since he entered the autumn, and he went more than a month ago, and the emperor had already taken off the jade plate of the second prince, and the queen was benevolent, thinking that the second prince was the royal heir after all, and went to ask the emperor to let the second prince enter the imperial tomb, and I heard that the second prince's noble body was a little tasteful in Zongzheng Temple." As he spoke, he fanned the air in front of him with disgust, as if he smelled a foul smell.

"Didn't he think of the love of father and son? Yao'er was also a prince! The woman was a little violent and wanted to catch the waiter, but the waiter foreshadowed the woman's movements, and before she could climb up, she hid aside, and arranged her clothes with some disgust.

Fu said again, "Father-son love? Prince? Don't forget, the little prince has been poisoned by you, and it is a great virtue for the queen to ask for grace for the second prince regardless of her previous suspicions! But the second prince is too, what kind of favor should he ask for for his mother, and he will make the emperor unhappy. Yikes! Look at the memory of the slave, today is the day when the second prince entered the mausoleum, and the slave came to congratulate the mother, this son should have entered the tomb, and the mother can also be relieved. ”

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it! I'm going to see Yao'er! Let me go see Yao'er! The woman went crazy and pounced on the waiter, but unexpectedly her head shook and hit the edge of the bed, and the woman seemed to be unaware of the pain, and climbed up on the edge of the bed.

Seeing this, the chamberlain pushed him back to the bed, "Niangniang, don't be ignorant, if you want to see the second prince, go to the underworld, the second prince should still be waiting for you!" With that, he straightened his clothes, chuckled, and walked out without looking back.

Xiao Gong'e looked at the trembling woman on the bed and was very at a loss.

"Poof" The woman vomited a mouthful of blood and threw it on the futon, and the stains of blood filled the gray mattress with a bit of beauty.

The woman grabbed Gong E, who was named Xiaofu, "Shhhh Xiaofu, listen, is that "Qing Mourning"? My Yao'er is here, he's coming for me! Her eyes burst with great brilliance, and the blood stains on her face added a bit of bewitchment, but she didn't know it, and tried to listen to the sound outside. What replied to her was the squeaky of the wind-beaten doors and windows.

"Mother, mother! The Second Prince... The second prince definitely doesn't want to see you like this! Empress! Wipe the blood stains on the woman's face with his hand, "The slave and maid go to find Imperial Doctor Lin, you wait for the slave!" You wait for the slave! Then he ran out of the temple.

The woman lay quietly on the bed, her phoenix eyes were not as dazzling as just now, and the entire hall revealed a terrifying death atmosphere.

I don't know when a black bird flew in outside the window, flew around in the hall, knocked down the palace lamp standing by the curtain, only a moment of kung fu fire swallowed the inner room of the Zhanghua Palace, the bird seemed to realize that there was still someone on the bed, chirped twice, but did not respond, had to fly out.

The person on the bed finally sensed the fire and laughed out loud, "Haha... Cough... Ahem.. Hahaha! Retribution! Retribution... Ahem, ahem... Retribution is not happy! Looking at the fire in the house, Xiaofu seemed to be calling himself one after another, "Niangniang, Niangniang!" ", Xiaofu... She struggled to sit up from the bed and dragged herself to the mirror, grabbed a handful and threw it out the window, "That's it... I can't drag others anymore..."It's just that she no longer has the strength to climb back on the couch, sitting in front of the mirror, looking at the woman in the mirror, her complexion is a gray color, the remaining blood stains at the corners of her mouth have dried up, her hair is draped behind her like withered grass, her front placket is stained with blood and medicine stains, and the past is like a mirror Scene by scene emerges in front of her, and finally freezes on the child under the age of six, he is lying on the couch, his face is burning red, and his mouth mutters "Mother... Mother Princess...", she stretched out her dry hand and stretched it out, as if she could touch the child's cheek, "Yao'er... Mother... Mother Princess...", her hand like a dead tree hung down, and she finally lost her breath.

The fire and the wind frantically devoured the cold palace, scorching the cold in the palace.

"It's out of the water! Walk the water! Zhanghuadian has gone to the water~"

"It's out of the water!"

"Zhang Huadian is out of the water! Come on! ”

On the twenty-eighth day of the third year of the Apocalypse, the noble concubine Yan set herself on fire in the palace, before the evil deeds were notorious, not to be so, to abolish the people, read the Yan family to be loyal and good, to serve the court, and to be grateful to heaven and earth, pardon the head of the house to cook, do not enter the imperial tomb.

On the twenty-ninth day of the third year of the Apocalypse, the end of the Great Week ushered in the first snow after the winter.

In February of the fourth year of the Apocalypse, the Yan clan betrayed the country, got involved in the royal family, dictatorship and disorderly government, the evidence was conclusive, and the nine clans were pre-condemned.

The Yan family has gone through several dynasties, four generations and three dukes, and the scenery is immeasurable for a while, but it ended up like this, the world was in an uproar, and everyone sighed.

Eighteen years of Jiankang

Zhongjing finally waited for the first rain after midsummer, and lived up to the trust, this rain can be described as incisive, forcing the only remaining little heat to retreat, but this rain is not the right time, but it is not the time when everyone will meet Zhou Gong. Not to mention, but the pile of maids and women in the Gaomen compound were suffering, and they got up in the middle of the night, lest the sudden rain snub the errand in their hands.

The door of the wing room creaked open, and the cool air outside poured in to relieve the heat in the room a little, the little maid walked in softly with the quilt in her arms, put the quilt in her hand on the Luohan bed, and turned around to open the window to let the cool air come in to relieve the heat in the room, and turned around to see the person on the bed sitting up, "But the slave woke up the girl?" The little maid lifted the curtain and walked towards the bed, only to see her own girl sitting on the bed with her knees in her undershirt only, and when she walked forward, she saw that the broken hair on her forehead was stuck together with sweat, and she lowered her head and did not know what she was thinking.

"Girl?" The little maid screamed tentatively again.

"Huh?" The girl on the bed looked at the source of the sound, a little dazed in her eyes. "Listen... Listen to the lotus? ”

"What do you command, girl?" The maid answered and stepped forward.

"Really... It's dead... Why don't you see Yao'er? The woman on the bed suddenly climbed towards Tinghe and grabbed Tinghe's hand tightly. What about Yao'er? What about Yao'er? Why didn't he come to see me?! ”

"Girl? Girl... But let the nightmare stop? Tinghe was a little flustered by Yan Meng's eager expression, she had never seen a girl with such a terrifying look.

Yan Meng looked at Tinghe at a loss, slightly stunned, calmed down and looked at Tinghe, looking at Tinghe, he was a little puzzled, Tinghe was already twenty-five years old when he didn't have it, and now he looks like he is no more than a teenager. What the hell is going on? In retrospect, Xiaofu went to find Imperial Doctor Lin, and then Zhanghua Hall caught fire... Don't...

Yan Meng looked at his hand firmly grasping Tinghe, delicate and small, and his fingers were as white as a green onion. And he was beaten into the cold palace for several months, and he had no time to maintain it!

Hearing this, he saw Yan Meng's sharp eyes looking at him and falling into deep thought, and he was sweating finely, when did the girl's eyes become so sharp? It's so scary!

"Boom!" There was a sudden thunder in the sky, and a gust of wind blew in, and Tinghe, who was standing on the edge of the couch, shivered, and felt a little hairy in his heart, and couldn't bear such a strange atmosphere and said tentatively, "The girl can let go of the slave and the maid, go and close the window, it's cold at night, and the girl's body has just seen a lot, and she can't catch a cold." After stumbling over, he reached out and rubbed the broken hair on Yan Meng's forehead with a handkerchief.

Yan Meng came back to his senses suddenly, and looked at Tinghe who wiped his sweat in a daze, his nasal cavity was a little sour, and he let go of Tinghe.

"Girl, why are you crying?" Tinghe, who closed the window, turned around and saw Yan Meng looking at him with tears in his eyes, and suddenly wiped Yan Meng's tears in a panic.

Yan Meng didn't seem to laugh, took Tinghe's slightly cool hand, felt the real touch in his hand, and muttered in a low voice, "Tinghe..." The Tinghe in her memory cared for herself like this, but she was useless, and she failed to fight with the Cui family, so that Tinghe took the sin for herself and was tortured to death...

"Girl is not afraid! There are slaves and maids! Hearing that he saw Yan Meng behaving like such a daughter, when she was startled by the thunder, she said that she encircled Yan Meng in her arms, and comforted Yan Meng's back.

"Hmm" Yan Meng didn't explain, Tinghe looked at Yan Meng carefully, and saw that there was nothing big about it, and he was a little relieved.

Yan Meng saw Tinghe's such a meticulous large number of himself, and his heart suddenly felt very sour, it was all himself, he couldn't see the twists and turns of right and wrong, and he harmed others. Yan Meng was afraid that he would reveal something when he thought back to the past, so he simply closed his eyes.

Tinghe thought that Yan Meng was asleep and was about to retreat, but when he heard the sound of rain outside, he remembered that his girl was most afraid of thunder, and he couldn't sleep well every rainy night, so he slept on the Luohan bed in the middle hall.

Yan Meng knew that Tinghe was guarding himself outside, and his heart was not warm, he used to guard himself every rainy night, but later he entered the palace and wore away his fear of thunder.

Outside the house, the rain washed hard all over the eaves, accompanied by the sound of rain, Yan Meng lay on the bed and recalled the memories that had been sealed...

In the second half of the night, the rain gradually lightened, and it fell sparsely and unhurriedly.