The decay of Taichang Temple is inevitable, just as inevitable as the decline of the Ming Dynasty.

The snow stained the gate of Taichang Temple white, and the decay of the gate was well concealed. But no one has been here for a long time, and there is not even a trace of snow on the ground.

Wanjun brought Chunqiu here, and he wanted him to retrieve the memories that belonged to them.

"Spring and autumn, this place carries our memories, time has passed, this is still Taichang Temple, and we have changed too much."

It was very cold, and Wanjun kept rubbing her palms and looked up at Spring and Autumn from time to time.

Chunqiu's ears were red from the cold, and he didn't know how to answer him, so he just walked side by side with him, trying to think about the good things in the past.

"Chunqiu, if you go back to the past, would you still like to know me?"

Wanjun stopped and looked at him blankly.

Chunqiu thought about it for a while, but he couldn't say if he wanted to know him again. That summer was crazy and beautiful, and now that I think about it, it was just a beautiful mistake.

If you weren't so young, you wouldn't be in such a situation.

"Wanjun, if there is no if, you can't go back!"

After Chunqiu finished speaking, he stepped on the snow and walked inside.

The snow covered everything so tightly that it was hard to see what it was like.

The lake has also dried up, and the island in the middle of the lake stands alone in the snow. Huxin Pavilion no longer looks like a beautiful girl, but like a gray-haired old man.

"Wanjun, I really hope that after the snow melts, we can leave here happily!"

Chunqiu smiled coldly, he knew that even if the snow melted, it would be impossible for them to leave here.

"Chunqiu, you're too stubborn. You know I can't get out of here. ”

"I knew you would say that!"

"I know I won't leave the palace alive, this is my life, and once I leave, I won't have my life."

Wanjun's words were like a thunderbolt from the sky, and Chunqiu seemed to smell his terribleness. He is a devil, a devil who wants to make Da Ming irreparable.

"It's your life, what about me? Am I just a joke, just a dispensable passerby? ”

Chunqiu closed his eyes, wanting the cold wind to be gentle with his eyes.

"Spring and Autumn, I only know how to play and love you, if I don't have you, then I don't want to live anymore."

Wanjun walked to the dry lake and looked at the lonely island in the middle of the lake.

"The palace is my life, but you are my soul. One can be without life, but not without a soul! ”

"Du Wanjun, your soul is not me, but the desire that you can't see."

In fact, Chunqiu has thought a lot about what it would be like if he didn't have Wanjun in his life, but he couldn't know the answer.

He continued to walk inside, passing by the square where the dancing was held.

There was a boy dancing in the square, dressed in white and tapping on his toes. Every action is so cute, the same age as him, he can't hide the innocence in his eyes.

But as he jumped, black wings grew out of his white clothes, and the wings soon devoured him and dyed him black.

Chunqiu would rather believe that he is a black swan than some kind of devil.

He quickly blinked, trying to see if he was the devil or not, but in the blink of an eye he disappeared into the square.

He was a little lonely, why couldn't he even look at it.

"Chunqiu, are you okay?"

Wanjun saw him staring at the square, so she quickly grabbed his shoulder and asked.

"Huh?"

Chunqiu suddenly returned to reality, he glanced at Wanjun and found that he was not the white-clothed Shangnian, nor was he the black-clothed devil.

"Wanjun, can you dance again?"

Chunqiu asked.

"Okay, then I'll do the Neon Feather Dance!"

Wanjun took off her shoes and stepped into the square in the cold snow.

His move made Chunqiu startled, what was he going to do, there was snow on the ground, did he want to die?

But he didn't stop him, but let him go.

The ice and snow on the ground were very icy, but Wanjun still endured the biting coldness and walked over.

When he walked into the square, he suddenly realized that he had been away from this place for so long that he almost forgot that he was a dancer.

The snow surrounded him, and he bowed deeply to heaven and earth, he owed heaven and earth, and owed the world an apology.

He closed his eyes, tensed his nerves, and stepped on tiptoe. The moment the foot was taken, he forgot all the cold and pain. There is only dance in his world, only the world he has forgotten.

It is not easy to get back to the past, and everyone's heart is an island. If someone comes, the island is no longer lonely, and if no one comes, the surrounding sea will overflow the island and drown in the sea forever.

His feet were already frozen red, and the cold wind swept between his toes, allowing the lonely man to finish this lonely dance.

From that summer, he didn't belong to himself.

Chunqiu stood aside and watched him dance, with mixed feelings in his heart. If he had taken him out of here from the beginning, would there be no current situation?

It was so beautiful at that time, but now I don't even have the courage to love again.

"Wanjun, you are so beautiful, but I can't bear your beauty!"

Spring and Autumn are laughing, laughing heartlessly, laughing liver and intestines.

Time, you are really ruthless, making love fragile.

Wanjun jumped so much that she forgot the cold and the pain. He kept circling around the square until he fell to the ground from exhaustion.

He looked at the vaulted roof with the paint peeling, and his mood suddenly felt much better. He's so depressed and miserable these days.

Chunqiu came over with his shoes, put them on his shoes, and sat beside him and watched him.

"How nice it would be if it was still that summer!"

"yes, I really want to go back!"

"Wanjun, but I can't love you anymore."

"Why?"

Chunqiu's words made Wanjun stunned. He stared at him with wide eyes, feeling very uncomfortable.

"Spring and Autumn, we have been through so much, why do we have to accept this damn fate this time?"

"No, it's not fate, it's my fault. I'll take you away at the beginning, and we'll be fine! ”

"We can live well now!"

Wanjun said with a smile.

"Don't you understand? We can't go back, we can't go back! ”

Chunqiu's words stung him, why can't he go back? Is their love so fragile? Why can't we continue to be together?

"Spring and Autumn, as long as you want, we can continue to be together. You don't have to worry about anything, I'll carry everything! ”

"Wanjun, no need, our love is only staying in that summer."

After Chunqiu finished speaking, he stood up and turned to leave.

"Spring and autumn, spring and autumn!"

Wanjun crawled in the snow and shouted.

"Why are you doing this to me? Why, I love you, I love you in spring and autumn! ”

......

Gonggong Wei suppressed the peasant uprising, but the seemingly peaceful society was very likely to break out again, so he usually did not dare to slack off.

In order to suppress the peasant uprising, he spent a lot of silver. This made Gonggong Wei very annoyed, he was suppressing the uprising for the Ming Dynasty, but he was spending the silver, and he spent the silver too unjustly.

He thought of a good way, which was to go to the emperor.

As soon as he thought of it, he went to the palace, and he smiled that he must not go back empty-handed.

As soon as he saw the emperor, Gonggong Wei began to pretend to be pitiful with tears in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, the old slave has done his best for the country, but this is all done by the old slave alone, there are so many officials in the court, why don't they work for the Ming Dynasty?"

After speaking, Gonggong Wei looked into the emperor's eyes to see how he reacted.

"What's wrong with Da Ming? The world is peaceful, the people are rich, where is the need to spend money? ”

The emperor asked.

"Your Majesty, you don't know that the border and coastal defense of the Ming Dynasty require a lot of investment, but the old slave alone may not be enough to protect the Ming Dynasty. The inheritance left by our ancestors cannot be ...... in your hands."

Father-in-law Wei had something to say, although he didn't say it explicitly, but he reached out to him to ask for money. But in whose hands the money of the Ming Dynasty is, the emperor doesn't know.

"Factory father, Da Ming can't die, let alone die in my hands!"

What the emperor is most afraid of is that Daming will die at his hands, so no matter what he says for his father-in-law, he will raise his hands and agree.

"Your Majesty, but you said that the old slave spent all the money alone, and one day the old slave's money was still spent, and the Ming Dynasty was ......."

As soon as the father-in-law finished speaking, the emperor stood up and walked over to look at the father-in-law Wei and said, "Father-in-law Wei, what do you say, I will listen to you." ”

"There's only one way now!"

"What's the solution?"

"Raise taxes!"

"How?"

The emperor asked.

"Increase two taxes to the common people!"

"Okay, I'll listen to you!"

After the emperor finished speaking, Gonggong Wei knew that he could continue the following plan.

"The court cannot be idle. The rise and fall of the country is the responsibility of the husband, not to mention the ministers of the court! ”

"What does Grandpa Wei mean?"

"I mean let the ministers of the court spit out everything they eat, so that they can also make a little contribution to the Ming Dynasty!"

Grandpa Wei said.

"But will they agree?"

The emperor asked.

Gonggong Wei smiled and said, "Your Majesty, as long as there is a holy decree, isn't this done?" ”

"But I'm still worried!"

The emperor actually knows what he relies on in the palace. Although he was relying on his father-in-law, he really didn't dare to anger these ministers.

"Your Majesty, you will leave this matter to the old slave. The old slave will get this thing done! ”

Although Gonggong Wei said so, he definitely didn't have any good ideas, and the person who took the blame was still the emperor when the time came.

"Since Grandpa Wei said so, then I will promise you!"

The emperor said.

"Your Majesty, the old slave thank you for the people of the Ming Dynasty! Daming can have a good emperor like you, I am the welfare of Daming! ”

Gonggong Wei knelt on the ground and thanked the emperor for the people of the Ming Dynasty.

The stone in Gonggong Wei's heart has finally landed, as long as there is the emperor's holy decree, he is not afraid that the ministers of the court will not give silver.

"Your Majesty, the old slave will retire first!"

After Gonggong Wei withdrew, the emperor sat on a chair and looked at the green smoke in the incense burner.

He had so many thoughts that he couldn't say what he felt. But he knew that Gonggong Wei must be for the good of Da Ming.