The queen's funeral, the whole country mourned, and the whole city was in pain.

The music of great sorrow was played for seven days, and within seven days, the whole people mourned. Within 779 days, the cultural relics officials took off their crowns and wore plain clothes. The emperor dropped out of the dynasty for seven days, and kept the spirit for the queen. On the seventh day, Hou Wan Qi was buried in Dongling, and the emperor sent it to him. The whole country has banned music feasts for three years.

The fourth son of the emperor, Jin, has filial piety and filial piety, and has been mausoleumed for three years for his mother.

Because of the national funeral, the celebration of the destruction of the Northern Qi Dynasty was also postponed to three years later, and the whole country was full of laughter and laughter.

It was also winter, three years ago at this time, when the wind and snow were pervasive, and the snow silk and veil wrapped around every palace; Now, the blue sky is thousands of miles, and the alizarin red gauze palace lamps are hung all over the corners of the palace eaves.

It seems that the attack on the royal city of Northern Qi is still yesterday's thing, and those civil and military warriors drink and laugh and talk, and they are full of joy.

"I heard that the general captured ten cities in Northern Qi in less than two months, which is very powerful!"

"Yes, thanks to the general, my Dayan has been able to expand the territory so far."

"I heard that the royal family of the Northern Qi Dynasty is also a pile of hard bones, refusing to surrender, and jumping off the palace wall one after another, the scene is extremely spectacular."

"No, self-slaughtering, jumping off the building, there is no one left."

"It's a pity that the great prince of Northern Qi wrote the good article at the beginning, which is really amazing......"

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The last rays of light on the horizon were swallowed up by the night, and the moonlight was like practice, gently splashing down, and everything was faintly glowing with white light.

At the night banquet, the military generals were divided on both sides, and the lights in the hall were bright and staggered. Emperor Yan was in a high position in a gorgeous costume, and he looked down on the world.

Northern Qi, when the national strength was strong, even Dayan had to be afraid of three points. Now that the mountains and rivers are broken, the royal family is dead, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, to this point, it is just for people to talk and laugh before and after tea. No matter how gorgeous a person is, once he is shaken by the wind and rain, he will become the dry bones of the loess.

After the celebration banquet, there was a heavy snowfall, just like the catkins in the spring, flying Yang Yang fell all over the city. Wrapped in silver, it looks like a snow country. But because the New Year Festival is approaching, the royal city is still very lively.

There are a lot more palace attendants coming and going on the palace road than in the past, all of them are in a hurry but without waves, running between the palaces for the sake of their age. Xiujin's octagonal red gauze palace lamp gradually hung on the eaves palace beams. On the sandalwood shelves of the weaving room, the new clothes that were routinely made for each palace were neatly placed, and the palace ladies were dragging lacquer plates one after another to send them to various places.

Murong Jin had just returned to the palace, and he was not very familiar with everything around him. However, the Floating Moon Palace is still the same as when it left, but the trees in the garden have grown a lot taller, and the place where a few orchids were originally planted has now been replaced by a few gold-inlaid jade bamboos.

In the garden, several young chamberlains wearing dark green palace robes were cleaning, Murong Jin glanced at it lightly, only to feel that there was about another batch of people.

Before everyone could come to their senses, Murong Jin had already turned around and left.

Unconsciously, he was pacing in the direction of Weiyang Palace. A sudden gust of cold wind filled the snow-white cloak, and Murong Jin couldn't help but tuck the fox tail on his neckline.

I heard that Weiyang Palace was also the residence of a queen a few years ago, but somehow, after several ups and downs, it has become the current situation.

The vermilion paint on the gate fell and was mottled red. Several large gilded characters on the Nanmu plaque have been dark black, and the words "Weiyang Palace" can be vaguely seen. Although Weiyang Palace was uninhabited, it still formally sent some palace attendants to guard and clean it. In fact, some slaves who offended their masters were sent to one place and imprisoned here for life. Staying in an abandoned and dilapidated house in the palace, the food is often not enough, and it is left over from other people's food. Some of these people are inevitably strong, and those who are strong can eat more, and those who are weak often only watch others go hungry in vain. No one cares how many dry bones there are in the abandoned well in the palace.

The people who are sent here usually die of starvation or disease after a short time, or they accidentally break their heads. Although the gate was not locked, no one dared to cross it. Unless you accumulate virtue in your previous life, you can have a noble person to lead you out of this Rakshasa hell, but who will set foot in this cheap land.

Murong Jin pondered for a moment, and finally pushed open the hidden door. The gate in disrepair made a dull "creaking" sound. As far as the eye can see, it is desolate and lonely, the courtyard is overgrown with weeds, and moss crawls all over the stone slabs. It was probably because of the cold weather, so there was no one outside the house.

When I was about to go inside, I heard a shrill voice say, "Yo, I thought I was a newcomer, it turned out to be a nobleman." ”

Murong Jin looked at it when he heard the sound, and saw a middle-aged waiter with gray hair and a gray robe leaning in front of the door of the side hall, and the man said: "Are you the son of which family or the royal highness of which palace, don't blame the minions for being lazy, this is not the place where you should come." The servant advises you to leave early, don't let this cheap land stain your precious feet, and don't let the people in the palace find a hurry. ”

"I'm here for someone."

"I wonder who your nobles are looking for? It's best to be here this year, or the minions won't even be able to find their bones! It's easy to bring people in this Weiyang Palace, but it's difficult to bring people out," the chamberlain said and pointed to a waste well under the dead wood on the side, "The person who was just sent by the Zilan Palace in the previous month has only been a long time now, and this is gone." I think you're surrounded by young people, and this young man doesn't have a hard time, so don't get your hopes up. ”

Murong Jin took a few steps forward and raised his eyes slightly, but he didn't look at him, but said lightly: "Three years ago, Fuyue Palace." ”

The chamberlain unconsciously put his hand into his sleeve, exhaled some white air through his nose, and was silent for a moment before turning around and pushing open the wooden door with a "squeak", muttering and repeating: "Three years ago, the Floating Moon Palace ......"

After a few more hours, Murong Jin saw a pitifully thin man staggering out in a shabby robe. The skeleton-like body slowly took a few steps forward, knelt respectfully at Murong Jin's feet, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Highness......"

"You, would you like to go back with me?" The tone is neither hurried nor slow, neither tepid nor cold, and extremely flat.

Dongxian slammed his head on the half-wet stone slab, and his voice was not loud but firm: "The slave is willing to swear to follow His Highness, but His Highness's orders are obeyed, and his liver and brain are smeared, and he will not give up!" ”

"Okay, follow me." Turning around, the skirt sweeps the floor, but it is not stained with dust.

Dongxian looked at the small and dusty back, his heart was mixed, and he choked in his throat for a while, forcing a few tears out of his eyes. In Dongxian's life, this figure became eternal as soon as he turned around. This feeling is better than seeing the only person with a lamp on a long winter night, better than hearing a clear requiem in the endless hell, and better than all the bright moon and breeze in this world.

A little snow began to fall in the sky, silently falling everywhere in the Great Thorn City, and between everyone's hair and brows.