Zhao Yin walked over with his body propped up, sat down cross-legged beside the man, and waved his hand: "But when Lao Tzu knew you, he only recognized this name." Are you unwilling to face the past now, or are you the person in the past? ”

After a pause, Zhao Yin's eyes waved: "I heard that you have already been to the Jiaohua Hall and have seen her." ”

Gongzi Fei turned his head and stared at Zhao Yin: "I hope Your Majesty is tight-lipped." ”

Zhao Yin teased: "She didn't recognize you?" Even if you don't have a sound at all? Empress Minde's brain is aging a little fast. ”

Gongzi raised his eyebrows, and his pale green pupils were cold in the dim sunlight, as beautiful as a jade that was about to become fine, and the Bodhisattva should take it.

"Yo, what beautiful eyes! It's worthy that you took the word Fei as a pseudonym back then, pay attention to it! Zhao Yin's donkey head did not respond to the horse's mouth, and at the moment when Gongzi Fei's eyes were suddenly cold, the words changed, "Lao Tzu is still sick, and he doesn't have much energy to meddle everywhere!" But I'll also warn you. ”

Zhao Yin looked at the imperial couch in front of him. Stretching out his fingertips, he stroked the blackened blood stains between the white jade and gold embroidery, and his tone was unsteady: "He has gone." In this world, those who have answers and those who don't have answers have become knots. Can you and her understand? ”

The people under the Yellow Spring have remained in their youth forever. is still a gentle and pale smile, the old man who has been left behind in the world, but the sideburns fall in snow every year.

In April, all the answers were taken away in a hurry. So the people in the dream who tossed and turned were trapped in the puzzle.

The golden palace is deep, the sunlight is obscure, and you can vaguely hear the palace shengxiao, just like the sinful and desperate dynasty of the year, and its last king.

Zhao Yin's fingertips touched the cold bloodstains, four years and one month, as if he was still carrying his temperature, fresh, still in this world, so trapped that everyone behind him was like a prisoner.

He walked on this couch, his bright yellow shirt soaked in blood, and when the right minister broke into the dormitory with a sword, his body was stiff.

Cold, curled up in a ball because of illness, like a child who has returned to the beginning of life.

He returned. As a result, there were no more flowers to bloom.

"This imperial couch has been cleaned by someone, and then it has been kept, intact, and the dormitory has also been sealed. I came to see it every once in a while, and I felt that Xiao Erlang was still lying there. Zhao Yin grinned, "...... Maybe you're still scolding me. ”

Gongzi Fei's eyes flickered with a green shadow, and said, "Your Majesty doesn't have to tell me this. Isn't the knot between you and the first emperor unresolved? ”

Zhao Yin was stunned. Scratching his head, he laughed loudly twice: "Yes, too." It's just that he used to get close to you, and when Lao Tzu saw that you were old, it was as if he was also old...... He's still here. ”

He won't get old anymore. Because he has been engraved in time forever.

Neither of them said this sentence. The tacit silence and the tacit understanding all understand, and the fool is just a dream.

"Your Majesty, you have kept your promise."

Gongzi Fei looked at the lonely royal couch, sighed suddenly, the years were yellowed in the blink of an eye, and it was seven years.

From the time she entered the palace at the age of twelve to the nineteen years old now, for seven years, when he left Shengjing, the man in the bright yellow shirt smiled lightly, and when he returned to Beijing, there was only this bloodstained and dried couch.

Yes, at that time, he was still called Gongzi Fei, or rather, he was respectfully called Gongzi Fei. Then he handed her over to him with his own hands.

……

The stormy Eastern Zhou. The imperial party and the right-wing party are competing with each other, and the Cheng family, who is in charge of the country's military power, has become a fragrant glutton.

The man in the bright yellow shirt knocked on the grass house where he was secluded, he opened the door, slightly surprised, but burned the red clay stove and poured a cup of wine, and asked the man if he wanted to drink a glass.

"They asked me to marry the thirteen girls of the Cheng family." The man drank it all, choking on the strong liquor and his face turned bloody, and said, "...... But if I insist, it is not difficult to change the daughter of the Cheng family. Both horizontal and vertical are surnamed Cheng, and there is no difference. ”

"Your Majesty is dissatisfied with Cheng Thirteen's maternal fireworks?" He was warming the wine, it was still early spring, and the residual plums outside the window were fluttering.

The man shook his head, the fire flickered at the bottom of his eyes, and he was gentle: "I'm still a child." Yu, I can't bear to mistake her life. ”