The raging fire burned everything on Lu Zhixing.

He stood in front of the tongue of fire in a daze, watching everything he cherished most in the past disappear. It was Changle Palace, the place he cherished the most in the harem, just because there lived the person he cherished most in his heart; It was a good memory, how many years, maybe not too long, but for him, it has long been unforgettable, the vicissitudes of life are so difficult to write, but he is still willing to smile with him......

It was his Jiang Wan, who he had completely lost for a time, and then did everything possible to take care of the woman in the palm of his hand; Sometimes she is overbearing, sometimes gentle and tender, sometimes she plays with some childish temper, and sometimes she is like an old man who has gone through vicissitudes, teaching him earnestly and patiently.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty—" Wang Shouyi stumbled to follow, Lu Zhi was walking too fast, he screwed a handful of old bones to barely catch up at this time. Looking up, he was half frightened, Lu Zhixing's expression was calm, but it was a dead silence; His eyes were like a pool of stagnant water. He just looked straight at the Changle Palace, which was constantly engulfed by fire, as if he had passed through thousands of obstacles, and quietly looked at the woman he was thinking about.

Like an idiot.

Wang Shouyi bit the root of his tongue violently, endured the smoke and put on the coat he was carrying in his hand for Lu Zhixing, and regardless of the charges he committed, he shouted loudly in his ear: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty, wake up! cough cough cough, Concubine Hui and Concubine Hui are still waiting for you to save your majesty! ”

"Concubine Hui," Lu Zhixing murmured softly, and suddenly, he broke out in a cold sweat, as if he had died once and came back to life, and his eyes regained a sharp color: "Wanwan!" Wang Shouyi-" He pursed his thin lips, pulled Wang Shouyi with one hand, and yelled like him: "What about Changge? Where is Changge! ”

Wang Shouyi hurriedly covered his mouth and nose for Lu Zhixing, the place where they were standing was too close to Changle Palace, he didn't dare to be careless, lest the evil smoke from the fire precipitate in Lu Zhixing's body and leave side effects. Hearing his roar, Wang Shouyi said intermittently: "The slave just arrived when he arrived...... I happened to see the chief guard carrying a few buckets of water and rushing in through the side gate of Changle Palace. ”

Lu Zhixing listened to Wang Shouyi's sharp voice in a trance, and there was only one thought in his heart: Changge went to save Wanwan...... yes, she's going to be fine...... It will definitely ......

Obviously it was only a short-term thought, but he hovered in his heart for a long time with difficulty and difficulty, and finally he couldn't feel at ease. Is it fear? He lowered his head, looked at the cheesy red flower wrapped around his chest, and smiled dismally. That's what Jiang Wan likes, he remembered that she once said that she likes the folk custom of marrying, and she doesn't like the royal red tape at all, and it's very troublesome.

What else did she say? Lu Zhixing thought about it, and Jiang Wan's complicated eyes appeared in front of him little by little.

"I don't love these tricks of the royal family," she looked at him with burning eyes, "that makes me feel that the emperor is the emperor, and the queen can only be the queen." ”

“…… Not the emperor's life, the wife of the only one. ”

Lu Zhixing covered his increasingly painful head, as if he couldn't support those heavy emotions, he bent down bitterly, the bloody qi in his mouth became heavier and heavier, and wave after wave of bitterness spread from his internal organs to his throat, forcing his eyes to be sour.

He knew that no matter what, he would eventually lose.

He laughed tremblingly, laughing and laughing, and spurted out a mouthful of bright red blood, which was printed on the petals of the flower tied with red paper, adding another touch of enchantment to the festive color.

Jiang Wan, Jiang Wan, Jiang Wan.

Those noisy voices sounded strangely in his ears, including Wang Shouyi's frightened "Your Majesty-", Changge's heavy plea, the sad cry of the palace maids and eunuchs for the death of his master, and the heartbeat of his own gradually desolate but unstoppable. But he didn't want to hear anything, he didn't want to hear anything, at this moment, he wanted to die like this, it was like the world collapsed, and all the pain that pressed on him was unbearable.

Before losing consciousness, he stood in the beautiful world in his heart that gradually expanded from a crack to countless large holes, stretched out his hand to the hazy back in a daze, opened his mouth, and gently spit out a few words, but the words were crying blood, and they lasted for a long time.

Jiang Wan, you're back.

The beautiful light finally disappeared, piece by piece, stuck in his body, and that slender and ethereal back, without a trace of hesitation, disappeared into his collapsed world.

You're back.

She didn't look back.

Lu Zhiye stood in front of the palace, looking at the red sky on the half of the palace, his eyes were dark, but his hands were clenched behind his back, but it revealed his extremely uncalm mood at this time.

Dong Yunyu stood quietly beside him, slightly behind him half a step, different from Lu Zhiye's constant torture in her heart to ask if she had done something wrong, her expression was very quiet, but after all, she added some sadness.

In the future, I won't see you, sister-in-law, no, Sister Jiang. I used to envy your affection with Your Majesty so much, but I didn't expect that the ending would still be like this......

Dongyun Yujiao's side face was slightly sideways to Lu Ye, whose face was gloomy, and he sighed invisibly, and smiled slightly bitterly: And what will I choose? Sister Jiang, maybe, I will make the same choice as you......

Happy events turned into funerals, and the monstrous fire in Changle Palace burned fiercely in the hearts of everyone in the imperial capital, and it lasted for a long time. Whether it is those who hope that Concubine Jiang Hui will be restored or those who have a grudge against Concubine Jiang Hui, after the fire that burned everything, they all sighed in their hearts that providence made people.

Jiang Huifei's legendary life...... was going to create a grander legend, but when I didn't want to turn to this page in the history books, it was a natural disaster that destroyed this beautiful and natural woman.

In particular, Chen, the wife of the right minister, was hit by this dramatic incident for a long time, and even fell ill in bed for a time, and her heart was difficult to get rid of. Chen Chuge always heard her mother sigh when she was sick: "Chu Ge, Concubine Jiang Hui is a delicate and clear person, her mother was fascinated by lard when she was in the summer palace, and she blamed her, and she was lazy to worry about her mother." But this, this...... Alas. Whenever at the end, the Chen family always ends with a sigh full of regrets, and Chen Chuge occasionally thinks that her mother and Jiang Wan are actually friends in a sense, right?

can talk about gossip together, there is no barrier between each other, and the kind that can talk about going together.

The deceased is gone, and the living can only take care of themselves with a good life.

Wang Shouyi thought so, and he didn't know how many times he turned around and persuaded him like this. Although Concubine Hui went to his heart, it was not a taste in his heart, but looking at Lu Zhixing, who was getting haggard day by day, he had to exercise his duties and let him come out of the shadow of Concubine Hui's death.

"Your Majesty, it's time for you to eat." Wang Shouyi felt bitter in his heart, but he had to hang his head and persuade Lu Zhixing bitterly: "This person is iron rice and steel, Your Majesty, you haven't had a good meal for three days, this is the real dragon who beats iron, and he can't stand it!" ”

Lu Zhixing seemed to be deaf, and he only knelt on the mourning hall with a cold face, and his eyes were desolate, which made the corners of Wang Shouyi's eyes sour.

"Your Majesty......" "Wang Shouyi." Lu Zhixing spoke calmly, and a faint hoarse voice echoed in Concubine Hui's mourning hall covered with snow-white vegetarian vegans, making people's hearts chill for no reason.

Wang Shouyi knelt on the ground.

"...... said" Lu Zhixing suddenly raised his head, he had been kneeling in front of his lover for three days, the water and rice were not exhausted, his handsome face had long been haggard and out of shape, and he seemed to be supported by a force of determination until now, and he never fell: "Wanwan her, will you blame me for not accompanying her?" ”

Wang Shouyi was shocked, kowtowed desperately and said, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty think twice!" You are the true Son of the Dragon, the head of all the peoples in the world, how can you judge yourself like this. If you think about Concubine Hui's voice and smile before her death, she will not condone His Majesty's decision today! ”

Lu Zhixing stiffly lifted his pale and bloodless thin lips, he staggered to his feet, Wang Shouyi endured the burning pain on his forehead, and staggered forward to hold his hand. The master and servant walked to the pitch-black coffin placed on the mourning hall with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and they were speechless.

Lu Zhixing raised his hand, his long eyebrows frowned slightly, and a sigh escaped between his lips, he used his strength to open the coffin that he had not had the courage to look at for three days.

In the dark coffin, there was Jiang Wan's snow-colored face, Lu Zhixing was depressed in front of Changle Palace that day, and fainted, so no one dared to assert himself and put makeup on the woman on the tip of the emperor's heart. As she looks, she is still the same as when Changge rescued her from Changle Palace.

Lu Zhixing's gaze gradually became stupid, and his pale fingertips slowly stroked the plain face of the woman in front of him; This is her forehead, round and smooth, the queen mother once said, a woman with such a forehead, Wangfu; This is her eyebrow, which is the most graceful shape when she sleeps, and it is good in his heart...... He froze and stroked all the way down her eyes, the bridge of her nose, her cheeks, her full lips, her beautifully curved jaw......

"Tick."

Lu Zhixing stared in amazement at the crystal teardrop on her countenance, which happened to drip from his own eye socket onto her closed eyes. He stretched out his hand and slowly wiped away the eye-catching tears for her, these were her eyes, there had been a dazzling brilliance that made him deeply intoxicated, it was love, resentment, helplessness, everything about her, stored in these bright eyes, wrapped in everything about him.

"Huh? Why did you suddenly ask about this. It was a mild afternoon, and she was squinting in a comfortable rocking chair in the courtyard, the ends of her hair swaying and shaking with her movements, scratching at his heart and stirring up a circle of bewitching aftertaste.

She squinted her eyes and smiled at him, like a fox stealing fish: "Eyes, but they are the windows of the soul." ”

O window to the soul...... Lu Zhixing lowered his eyelids, tears splashed helplessly on his fingertips, hit her slender eyelashes, and then slowly slid down, and finally gathered in the dark and bottomless coffin.

Her eyes will never be opened.

It's like she's lying inside, he's standing outside, and the distance between her and him is the afterlife.