Through the intricate headdress, she could only see a corner of the sky. The lone goose that came to see her off disappeared at some point.

She seemed to see a life like the lonely smoke of this desert.

This life is still so long, but it has come to an end.

If Wang Zhaojun's life can be described in one word, it is loneliness.

Since his parents died early when he was a child, he was sent to the lifeless and courteous court. Every day, I was terrified.

She knows that she is humble, she has always worked hard and complained, and she admits punishment and rejects punishment.

On this day, because the clothes sent by the third prince were forgotten by her for a while, she was beaten by the mother-in-law in charge again.

She never resists, she doesn't cry out in pain, she doesn't beg for mercy. Let the finger-thick whip be whipped on his body one by one, and his expression was indifferent.

She was desperate for days like this. I even hope that I can get a serious illness and die early.

After the fight, the scolding is tired, and it is still not over. She was punished to kneel outside the temple. It was late autumn, and there was already a bleak cold wind in the evening, and she knelt in the wind with a wound and shivered.

She developed a fever due to the severity of her injuries and a cold. Burned in a daze, I saw my mother peeling oranges for her in a daze, and her face was full of tenderness and love.

She fainted.

When she woke up, it was the next afternoon, and she opened her eyes to lie on her own in a gorgeous room.

The silk sheet is really comfortable on the skin, and it is many times better than the hard and piercing burlap fabric. She found that her wounds had been medicated, and there was a bowl of medicine on the small table next to the bed, which smelled of bitter heat.

"You're awake."

The afternoon sun was thick, and a handsome man's face against the light broke into her sight.

"You fainted outside the temple yesterday, and I brought you back. I've found a doctor to help you treat your injuries, and you're fine. ”

"Who are you?" She asked in a whisper.

"Chu Yi."

He turned out to be the famous third prince. He is the most important person in the emperor today.

"Maiden Zhaojun see the prince." She was taken aback and wanted to get up and salute.

"You don't have to be polite if you are injured, come, drink the medicine." As he spoke, he took the medicine bowl and wanted to feed her the medicine himself.

"How can you bother the prince, I'll just come by myself." She picked up the bowl of medicine and drank it down.

He looked at her, "Why did you drink so fast, isn't it bitter?" ”

"It's not bitter." She smiled, "Thank you for saving your life today, and Zhaojun will be repaid for being a cow and a horse." ”

"You've suffered a lot there." His sword eyebrows, stretched like duck wings, furrowed slightly, looked at the empty medicine bowl and asked her.

"It's not bitter." She didn't say much.

He sighed softly, "You are dignified and polite, but you can come and serve me." and suffer less of those many afflictions. ”

He saved her life, and now he wants to save her from the sea of suffering.

She stayed in the palace.

She grew up working as a laborer in the palace since she was a child, and she never knew a word. When the prince was studying, she was very interested in hearing those fragrant words and sentences, so she listened very carefully.

So much so that I forgot to hand over the tea cup in the prince's own hand.

The prince looked at her serious appearance and smiled.

This smile woke her up.

She came back to her senses and quickly admitted her mistake: "The slave is stupid, she forgot what her identity is. ”

"Don't say that, if you like it, just accompany me to study in the future, and don't want you to do the rest."

He had been so kind to her, and for seventeen years, he had been the only trace of warmth in this cold and bone-chilling palace.

As the days passed, she read for the prince every day.

The words written by the prince are really beautiful, stroke by stroke, hook up constantly, and elegant.

Seeing her obsession, he put down his pen and motioned for her to stand in front of the desk.

He handed her the pen and took the back of her hand.

"Follow me to write, you just have to follow my power."

In her ears was his gentle breathing, and he was so close to her in such an intimate gesture.

She heard her own heartbeat.

She wrote that word absent-mindedly, but later it became the most skillful poem she memorized.

It's good to be with him all the time, although not in any capacity.

When she thought of him, the corners of her mouth were always filled with a happy smile.

But she is so aware of the disparity in identity, so from the beginning, she had no illusions.

She always wondered why the prince treated her so well. Unable to get a suitable answer, she pondered for a long time, and one day finally asked.

"Why are you.. Treat me like this? ”

She heard the calm voice of the palace man who beat the watch, and heard the whirring wind, but she didn't hear his answer.

She was a little disappointed, but didn't ask again.

He was just as good to her, giving her the feeling that he was his wife.

It turned out that the answer to this question was that she regretted it.

After the palace banquet that night, the prince came back drunk.

She hurriedly went up to help.

As she lifted him into her seat, she saw his affectionate gaze.

"Luo'er, I really miss you." His voice was drunken, and faintly choked.

Luo'er is the name of his deceased princess.

Zhaojun had also heard his story. He had a deep relationship with the princess, but the princess died early due to illness, leaving him alone and never remarried.

It turns out that he is just like the person he loves.

He stood up, his tall figure blocking the light, and she watched his handsome face approach in his figure.

Before his lips could touch hers, she broke free.

"Lord Wang, you are drunk."

It was as if he had suddenly woken up.

"Zhaojun, I'm sorry." He said to her.

"You're drunk, rest early, and the slave and maid will retreat first."

She understands that this sorry voice is not only for the drunken gaffe, but also for the deception of her for so many days.

He regarded her as the person he loved, deceived her feelings, but did not love her after all.

When Chu Yi woke up, he didn't see Zhaojun.

He searched everywhere, only to get the news that she was going to the show.

There, candidates for peace with the Huns are being selected.

For a moment, he fell into an ice cellar.

When he hurried there, the election had already ended. The beautiful Zhaojun is ranked first.

He walked up. He said, "I want this woman, and the results of this selection are null and void." "He said it so firmly, so unquestionably.

"But I don't want to go with you, lord." She said aloud before the selector ticked off her name.

"When the Xiongnu are in trouble today, Zhaojun is willing to sacrifice his weak strength to protect the peace of our country."

Everyone said that she was righteous, but they didn't know that there were tears and despair hidden behind it.

She knew, he didn't love her.

And he kept her by his side only for the face that resembled his princess. In the end, I still didn't get anything. She thought about it all night and wept all night.

"Please fulfill it." She said lightly, as if she was really dedicated to the livelihood of the Li people.

He nodded for a long time.

The day she left, it was still an autumn day.

He looked at her long fiery red wedding dress and complicated Hun hair ornaments, and tears wet his eyes.

In fact, when he first met her, he did think that she was very similar to Luo'er, and he thought that he regarded her as her. But in the past two years, what he didn't dare to admit was that the person he loved was already the woman named Wang Zhaojun.

The drunken mantra that day was actually to test whether she had feelings for him. If she shows jealousy, she loves him, and he will marry her even if he oversteps his status and throws away all rules.

But he miscalculated. She is so stubborn and free-spirited. She can give in to life in any way, but when it comes to feelings, she never admits defeat. Just like now, she chose to marry the Huns far away, and spent her life fluttering, making him regret it for the rest of her life.

This is her love for him, stubborn and desolate.

Pass the three levels and cross the Central Plains.

She had long been accustomed to solitude. She persuaded herself that the past two years were just a big dream.

"This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time." She suddenly remembered the song "Jin Se" that she had written in his arms that day.

She never had a home, like the gloomy moon in the sky.