In the eighth year of Emperor Guangde, the prince Murong Ze married Wan Qi, the daughter of the Northern Qi Emperor, and the two countries formed an alliance and married for a hundred years.

Ten years of Guangde, the emperor collapsed. The seventh son of the emperor Ze succeeded to the throne, and after establishing Wan Qi's family, he changed to Yuan Jingming.

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In the eighth year of Jingming, the Northern Qi Dynasty declined, and in March, Emperor Murong Ze of Yanwen broke the covenant and raised troops to succeed. In the same month, Jingzhou was broken, and the next month, the two cities of Qingyang and Guangze were broken......

In September, Po Cha Zhou

In October, cross the Mo River.

In November, the city of kings, the city of the month was broken.

- "The Book of Northern Yan"

When the good news of Yecheng came, Emperor Yan was looking at Feixue playing with a black jade chess piece, without the slightest wave on his face. After a long time, the young emperor sighed, held his cold fingertips in his palm, got up and walked in the direction of Qiwu Palace.

Qiwu Palace.

Wan Qiyu straightened the placket and cuffs of the buried gold thread, darkened the color of the flower on his forehead in the mirror, and gently moved the phoenix hairpin holding the fine beads of the South China Sea before getting up satisfied. The red Xiujin dyed flower phoenix robe spread out half of the room, which is the hundred flowers glazed phoenix robe that only the royal concubines of the Northern Qi Dynasty are qualified to wear, and it is also her wedding dress that year.

It's been eight years, and it's really gratifying and sad to be so red and bloody.

Wan Qiyu looked at the heavy snow outside the door, and there was no blood-colored face under the delicate makeup. The stunning beauty of the city back then is now like white grass outside the city, and the last bit of fresh air seems to have been taken away by the heavy wedding dress, and it has shown death.

Wan Qiyu just laughed, laughing at her idiocy, eight years of infatuation, in exchange for a fruitless love; laughed at her for being stupid, mistakenly believed the words of the emperor's family, and in exchange for a broken country; laughed at her for not being blessed in her life, and she couldn't hear half of the truth.

"It's time to come, if you don't come again, you really won't see it......" Wan Qiyu laughed lowly, desolate and helpless. Laughing and laughing, he leaned against the door frame and coughed violently, coughing up two tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Why haven't you come yet...... Wan Qiyu leaned against the door frame and stared blankly at the door.

"Aren't you coming?" Wan Qiyu closed his eyes a little tiredly, and fell into an embrace as his consciousness gradually dissipated, a clammy and cold, snowy embrace.

In fact, there was no consciousness anymore, and Wan Qiyu still couldn't help but shiver, as if it was cold.

"You know I'm afraid of the cold."

"I'm sorry."

"Northern Qi is gone?"

"......." Emperor Yan pursed his lips and did not speak.

"My father and brother are gone?"

“......”

Wan Qiyu smiled miserably: "Am I dressed well today?" ”

Emperor Yan stroked the snow-like plum blossoms on Wan Qiyu's forehead and said, "Naturally, Ah Yu is the best-looking person in the world. ”

"Ah Yu...... You haven't called me like this for a long time," Wan Qiyu looked at Emperor Yan and silently shed tears, "You said the same thing back then, so why didn't you want me later?" Is it because I'm not good-looking, or do I think I'm old and tired of watching, and I'm not as good as those young and interesting little girls? Why don't you want me? ”

Emperor Yan tightened the person in his arms a little, and said in a trembling voice: "If you don't want Ah Yu, how can you not want Ah Yu?" It's cold outside, shall we go in? ”

"It's not good," Wan Qiyu tilted his head and said childishly, "I don't have much time, so you just let me look at the snow again, okay?" As soon as he finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood and stained his shirt red.

Emperor Yan hurriedly wiped the blood stains on the side of her mouth for her, but she couldn't wipe it clean, but her pale face became more and more terrifying.

"Ah Yu, don't say it."

"Your Majesty, will you accompany me to see the snow again? For the last time, I won't bother you again," that pleading tone, "I drank the blood feathers, and I really don't have much time." ”

Only then did Emperor Yan notice that the white jade wine glass that had been overturned on the ground, but he really quieted down, and sat on the steps with Wan Qiyu in his arms, watching the snow.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and it seemed to drown the two of them.

Wan Qiyu's vision was blurred, and his chest hurt like a knife, but he still held on and said, "Qilang, you said that we are like this, can we be regarded as white-headed together?" ”

"Yes."

"Qilang, Ah Jin is still young, I really don't want him to be like you in the future......." Be a ruthless emperor.

"Okay."

"Shichiro, I'm going to see the imperial brother, my father treats the imperial brother badly, I always have to speak for him......"

"Shichiro, don't cry. I... I don't blame you. ”

"Shichiro ......" was silent again.

Emperor Yan hugged the gradually cold corpse, tears streaming silently.

Where he didn't see, a brocade-clothed child was pinching the red plum branch in his hand, his face was stained with tears, his eyes were distracted, and the heavy snow seemed to dye his eyes white.

"Queen Mother...... Murong Jin said in a low voice, followed by a mournful cry like the roar of a young beast.

After Wan Qi's fierce temperament, he drank and died for the country, and he was quiet.

Wan Qian had a son for Emperor Wen, Xing Si, named Jin.