The new emperor ascended the throne, Vientiane was renewed, and the apricot blossoms and peach blossoms in Zizhang City were competing to spit out before the first month ended, as if indicating that a vigorous future was slowly unfolding.

In the spring of the second year of Chengguang, Dai Ping led the post of general of the Western Expedition and led an army of 50,000 to Qinzhou to defeat Cui Jie.

Yang Qiong was the deputy general, and Cheng Fengyi took Xiao Shujin out of the city to see him off.

On the platform, Dai Ping recited the words of the oath aloud, killed the pig and sacrificed the flag, and the soldiers of the West Camp trotted off under the leadership of the captain, and gathered outside the city to stand by. No one noticed, in the post pavilion by the moat, someone was saying goodbye.

"When you go out, you have to pay more attention to everything, Qinzhou is warmer than the capital, but you can't take off your winter clothes in a hurry, and you have to be careful of the miasma in the mountains and forests, if you feel uncomfortable, don't be strong, I'm not by your side, I have to cherish my body, don't blindly fight bravely, you know?" Cheng Fengyi told her seriously, and Yang Qiong nodded with a smile and agreed.

Xiao Shujin grabbed his pigtail and said reluctantly, "Uncle Yang come back early." ”

Yang Qiong kissed her face and said, "Jin'er, accompany your mother well, uncle will be back soon." ”

The horn of the group sounded, and Yang Qiong said in a low voice: "It's time for me to go." ”

Cheng Fengyi said: "Wait! She went out of the pavilion, took a tender green branch from the willow tree by the riverbank, put it in a small bag, tied it and handed it to him.

"Go ahead."

Yang Qiong took the bag, took it into her arms, took a few steps back, turned around and ran away ruthlessly.

Xiao Shujin pouted and asked, "Mother, when will Uncle Yang come back?" ”

"Uncle Yang will be back soon, Jin'er must eat and sleep obediently, otherwise Uncle Yang won't like Jin'er." Cheng Fengyi muttered, his eyes watching the tall back of the horse gradually disappear.

Willow branches, Fangfei Festival, hateful to give parting every year, a leaf with the wind to report autumn, even if you come to be embarrassed.

Yang Qiong had just walked on the front foot, and the shocking bad news came from Yanzhou.

Shanjan is dead.

When the news came, Cui Yi was having dinner in Yaohua Palace, and when he heard the words, he almost swallowed the chicken bones in his mouth, and he didn't care about the image of being the Son of Heaven, so he roared with rice: "Dead? How could it be dead? How did he die? ”

Zhiying hurriedly coaxed the two children away and asked the messenger to get up and talk back.

The messenger was sweating profusely and held an envelope in both hands: "This is ...... Mr. Shan stayed, left behind...... Testament, testament ......"

Cui Yi copied it with his hand, tore it open and looked at it, the messenger wiped his sweat, panted and said: "The people in Yanzhou Mansion said that there was no sign on the first day of Mr. Shan's suicide, and it was still the same as usual, after finishing his business, he went out to drink and listen to the play, and when he arrived, he was drunk and carried back, and the little servant went back to sleep after waiting for him to rest, and no one thought that he would go to see it again the next day, and the other person had died stiffly." ”

"Sir is committing suicide?" Zhiying asked suspiciously.

The messenger nodded: "That's what the little one heard, and he didn't dare to deceive the emperor and the queen." ”

Zhiying couldn't believe it at all, Cui Jie hadn't died yet, and Shanjian's revenge had not been avenged, how could he commit suicide? It's simply illogical!

But Cui Yi quickly finished scanning the contents of the suicide note, was silent for a moment, and only said to the messenger: "I know, you go down to receive the reward." ”

After the messenger retreated, Zhiying asked, "Why did Mr. Mountain kill himself?" What did he write in the letter? ”

"See for yourself." Cui Yi handed her the letterhead, she had no appetite for food, and she was stunned with one hand on her forehead.

Zhiying hurriedly flattened the letter paper and looked closely, but saw that there was only a short seven-character poem on the paper.

My heart is like the moon and water, and the spring breeze has fallen into a dream several times. When I felt it, I saw Jiangnan going, and the window lattice was no longer clear.

Zhiying gasped: "This-!" Is this a love poem? ”

Cui Yi clasped his hands together, put them in front of his mouth and nose, and said in a muffled voice: "That's right, it's just ...... It's not for the third child. ”

"Who is that addressed to? Sir, do you have someone else you like? Zhiying said suspiciously, "Why haven't I heard you mention it before, who is that person?" ”

Cui Yi looked at her: "Who do you think it will be?" ”

This...... It's really not good, Zhiying looked at the twenty-eight ink characters on the paper, searched for bits and pieces related to Shanjian in his memory, thought about it again and again, and still couldn't figure it out: "I also recognize this person?" If it's not the third prince, who will it be? Mr. Baili? It's not like, the two of them have always been gentlemen's friends, and there was no sign before, and they haven't seen much in the past two years, shouldn't it be him? ”

In the poem, Shan Jian compares himself to the moon and the person to water, and he is unrequited in love with the other person, but the other party does not know or accept it - Zhiying thinks that the latter is more likely - so he can only get close to the person in his dreams. The last two sentences seemed to say that the man had left him, so he was disheartened and decided to kill himself, and at first glance it seemed that there was no more information, but her intuition told her that there must be something hidden between the lines, and she did not find it.

Zhiying stared at the letterhead and pondered, Cui Yi took the water cup and rinsed his mouth, and said: "Actually, when I was in Xuanzhou last year, I already vaguely felt that Shan Fuzhi was not quite right, it was different from before, but I didn't expect that the person who helped him come out of the grief of the third child's death would be ......."

"I really can't guess," Zhiying finally had a day when her head was not enough, since Shan Jian left Yanzhou to go to Xuanzhou to be a dealer to cheat food and ordnance, she had never seen him again, and the intelligence was pitiful, not enough to support speculation, "Who is it?" ”

Cui Yi stretched out his finger and knocked on the word "south": "Since you know that Wenyu and him are far away and have no contact, it is impossible, but it is clear if you think about it upside down." ”

Zhiying seemed to be awakened, and picked up the letterhead on the table again to look at it carefully. Cui Yi got up after wiping his hands: "Zhiying, you have always been soft-hearted and easy to pity the weak, but this time I hope you don't do anything, just act as if nothing happened, Shan Fuzhi is dead, I asked someone to welcome his bones back to the capital and bury them with the third child, and this matter will be over." ”

"This ......" Zhiying felt a little difficult to accept, although Shan Jian did not have much contact with people, but he also paid a lot of effort on Cui Yi's road to the throne, and said far away, the battle of Hubenguan was because of his clever plan, burning the grain and grass of the Beidi people, and finally won.

Closer to say, if it weren't for his clever plan, Shi Bang and Rong Haiding would not have been captured so easily, and Xuanzhou Mansion would not have escaped the sack of the war.

Whether it was Cui Jie at the beginning, or Cui Yi now, they all relied on his scheming to ascend the throne, but now that people are gone, they have to be buried hastily without further research?

"Dead people are always dead people, so what's the point of fighting for them? We have to think about the living. Cui Yi said a deep word, threw the cloth towel back into the tray, and went back to Wansheng Palace to see the excerpts.

Zhiying sat at the table in a daze, and the thin letterhead in her hand seemed to weigh tens of millions of pounds, which weighed her breathlessly.

When Cui Yi pointed out the southern character with her finger, she already understood that Shan Jian opened her heart for the second time, and it was that person she fell in love!

A man who has spent all this time with him, but who will not go with him anyway.

A person who has scruples in his heart and is afraid of being entangled by his feelings, so he can only pretend to be deaf and dumb.

A man who left him not long ago and never went back.

When I felt it, I saw Jiangnan going, and the window lattice was no longer clear. After the man left, Shan Jian was depressed, so he could only drink to drown his sorrows and meet the man in his dream, although he knew that it was not true, he was still intoxicated with the short and illusory happiness, and did not want to face the reality.

Even he, who has always been cold and cruel, sent a letter full of kindness, hoping to help Yang Qiong and Cheng Fengyi finally become married, in his heart, perhaps while blessing Yang Qiong, he also longed for his feelings to be reciprocated.

However, in the end, he was disappointed, he used to like Cui Huan, but Cui Huan died, and now he finally likes someone else, but at the cost of his own life.

A generation of far-sighted, talking and laughing about the country, An Sheji's poison mountain Fuzhi, in the end was trapped by love, unable to ask for it and committed suicide, holding Ying in his heart only felt indescribable bleak and sad, turned his head to look at the window, the moonlight still shined in through the carved lattice, but compared to the past, it was more cold, as if he turned around and waved goodbye clothes, so easily dissipated in the night.

The next morning, Cui Yi announced the death of Shan Jian, but concealed the truth about his suicide, only said that he died violently overnight, and then decided to be buried in Cui Huan's mausoleum as a husband and wife. Such an absurd move as a joint burial of men and men naturally aroused the opposition of many old ministers in the court, but Cui Yi insisted on doing so, plus Cui Huan's background was not high, and his wife had already returned to her parents' house, and no one would be buried with him in the future.

When he went down to the court, Zhiying led Xiaoqiu to wait outside the Ming Hall, and among the ministers who came out, there was Bailizan who looked sorry and walked quickly with his head buried, Cao Qian, who had an indignant expression and argued loudly with several people, and Xu Cheng, who was in a trance and blindly followed the flow of people.

"General Xu." Zhiying called out to him.

Xu Cheng came back to his senses, and when he saw that it was her, he hurriedly cheered up and stepped forward to salute: "The last general will invite the imperial concubine Niangniang An." ”

Zhiying waved his hand to let Xiaoqiu retreat, and said: "General Xu, please get up, there is a small question in this palace, lingering in my heart, it is difficult to sleep and eat, I wonder if General Xu can answer it for this palace?" ”

Xu Cheng's face turned even paler, and sweat oozed from his forehead: "The last general...... I am willing to share my worries for my mother. ”

Zhiying nodded slowly and asked, "You know what?" ”

The words were extremely subtle, and others were just confused, but Xu Cheng understood what she meant, buried his head deeply, as if he had used all his strength, before answering: "Know...... You know, the last will always be ...... Know. ”

Zhiying was silent, Xu Cheng said bitterly: "Niangniang atoned for her sins, and the general really couldn't ......" "This palace knows, this palace is just here to listen to an answer, not to ask you about it," Zhiying said lightly, "Not to mention whether you love or not, it is not a fault, what is General Xu's crime?" ”

"On the night of the beginning of winter, you have been absent-minded, is it also for this matter?"

Xu Cheng had nothing to hide, so he had to admit: "Before leaving, I said that I would not look for me again in the future, but that day he wrote me a letter, in which he said that when I come to the spring of the next year, the willow tree will sprout, and if I still don't go back, he will ......."

Zhiying sighed and sighed: "This is his own choice, you don't have to blame yourself." The palace and the emperor discussed last night, and chose a suitable day for him to be buried, and then we will all go to see him off, Jiaojiao is still young, so don't go, stay in the palace to play with Xian'er, and you will come back to pick her up after the end. ”

Xu Cheng nodded silently, and after he left, he looked at the blue glazed tiles of Mingtang with a wistful look, and suddenly felt unspeakably tired.