On that day, Mu Xici was invited by Luo Ye to the side hall and proposed to make peace. He was quite disgusted in his heart, but he did not oppose it at the moment.

learned that Yun Qiguo actually made Princess Zhaoyun reconcile. The slender back suddenly appeared in his mind, and he thought of the woman who showed sadness on her eyebrows and eyes when she played, and he didn't feel a strange emotion welling up in his heart.

All he wanted in his heart was to do everything he could to keep that sadness from appearing on her face again.

So, without any further hesitation, he agreed to the request for marriage.

It began to rain lightly outside, but Mu Xici's heart suddenly brightened, and he returned to the post house with an oil-paper umbrella.

The rain frightened more and more, and the bricks and tiles on the eaves of Changde Palace crackled.

"Queen Mother, why do you want Zhaoyun to go to Xiwu?" An Zhi hugged Changde's arm and said coquettishly.

"The queen mother has a plan." Chang De touched An Zhi's face and said dotingly.

"But, Queen Mother, I like Mu Xici. Can you let me go and kiss? ”

Hearing this, Chang De immediately straightened his face and said solemnly.

"An Zhi, do you know what you're talking about? You're too young and naïve. How can people like us who are in the palace have anything to like? Some only have calculations and only ruthlessness to gain a foothold in this huge palace. Otherwise, you will be swayed by others. ”

"Letting Zhaoyun go to Xiwu and make peace is just a political need. The queen mother is reluctant to let you go all the way to Xiwu. When you reach the age when you can get married, the queen mother will see you as a suitable colt. Changde looked at An Zhi and said lovingly.

"But..." An Zhi wanted to continue, but after glancing at Chang De, she changed her mouth to a different topic.

Before you know it, it's getting dark.

In the post station outside the palace, Mu Xici stood by the window and looked down at the passers-by holding an umbrella or wearing a robe, walking in a hurry, and the passers-by coming and going in the drizzle, did not feel a trace of boredom in his heart.

For days on end, he dreamed of the same woman with a blurred face and another him. And he seems to be a theater watcher, standing aside and watching the scene after scene in front of him as a bystander.

In a dream. The woman was dressed in a phoenix crown and a silk veil, wearing a wedding cloth on her head, and sat on the wedding bed in a dignified manner. In the blessing of the Xi Po, he was wearing a bright red wedding dress and lifted the Xipa covering her head, his eyes full of amazement.

Standing on the sidelines, he tried to see the woman's face clearly, but there was always a layer of white mist that could not be dissipated. However, judging from the other expression, she should be a very beautiful woman.

I saw the two of them drinking all the wine with their necks crossed, and waited until there were only two people in the house. The sprinkled gold and red tent fell in front of him, and the red candles in the house wept tears, and in the tent, there was a scene of red waves rolling.

The picture turned, in his study. The woman whose face she couldn't see clearly was hunched on a coffee table next to the table, looking at a book of poetry. The other he, sitting on the table not far away, was writing something with a pen, and looked up at her from time to time, his eyes full of doting. And she, when she sees the wonderful, will also read the poem to him.

They must be very in love with each other, looking at the scene of the concubine in front of him, he couldn't help but think.

Before I knew it, the picture in front of me was slowly changing again.

I saw the woman sitting behind a piano, playing the piano score repeatedly. From being out of tune at the beginning, to being able to play as you like without the need for sheet music. Her finger was strangled by the strings, but she soaked it in hot water and applied some ointment. When you're tired, take a break and continue.

From the conversation between her and her palace maid, he learned that he was studying so hard because of him in his dream. He liked music, so she forced herself to learn and practice, even though she didn't like to play the piano. She made herself the one he liked.

Later, the man gave her the organ, and although he could not see her in his dreams, he thought that he must be full of joy.

But the good times didn't last long, and in order to consolidate his position, he married the princess of Nanyue. On the wedding night, over there, the lights were bright, and here, he stood outside the window, only to see her silently sad to the moon.

She must have tears in her eyes, he thought, full of sadness.

I saw her close the window, cutting off his view. It wasn't long before the sound of the piano came from the room, which was loud and complaining and angry, and whimpering and complaining when it was low. He was unconsciously stunned until the sound of the piano stopped.

The night was getting late, and he was just about to leave. But when I saw another him, he came to her window in a red wedding dress, lingered outside the door and hesitated, almost wanting to push the door in. But he heard the sound of the woman's slow and long breathing coming from inside the house, and stopped outside the house for a moment. After smirking at himself, he turned to leave.

Only a heavy sigh was left in the cool wind.

Later, he was sometimes a spectator like a ghost, and sometimes he became one with the man and became the same person.

Gradually, the man came to the woman here less and less, because he had been training outside and preparing to attack Yun Qiguo.

Because, only by attacking Yun Qiguo, can he have a chance to compete with his prince for the throne.

He is ambitious, he wants to be the king of Yun Qi Kingdom, he doesn't want to be under others. However, he wants her to be his queen even more, he wants her to be above ten thousand people, and he wants her to be worshiped by all the people.

Later, he led 100,000 soldiers and horses to break through the city gate of Yunqi Kingdom. When he stood on the high wall of Yunqi Kingdom, all he could think of was her.

He knew that the emperor and empress dowager of Yunqi Kingdom did not treat her well, otherwise, he would not let her marry far away to Xiwu. He knew that she was just a pawn for them.

So, he made those people prisoners. He wanted those people to bow down before her.

But when he was full of joy and galloped on his horse. As soon as he returned to the Western Martial Kingdom, he immediately went to see her. But he was greeted by him. There are only cold eyes and cold words

It was then that he realized that he was wrong, and he was wrong.

She still loves Yun Qiguo after all, even if she becomes a pawn of Yun Qi.

He tried his best to make up for his mistakes.

Bringing the emperor a novelty fruit that had been given to him, she sneered at him. Collected all kinds of women's favorite jewelry and rouge gouache, and sent it to her as soon as possible, but she disdained it.

He knew that she hated him. He hated him for ruining her kingdom and breaking her heart. He knew that no matter what, he couldn't erase her hatred for him, and he couldn't heal the wounds in her heart.

She had asked him why he was doing this. He originally wanted to explain to her, but looking at her cold expression, he told her incoherently that she was just a pawn of his, a pawn that made Yun Qiguo relax his vigilance.

Looking at her hurt expression, he was also heartbroken. But because of his face, he couldn't let go of his identity to apologize to her.

Gradually, he came less and less during the day, and went to the Nanyue princess more and more often. He wanted to use this to stimulate her, he wanted to see her caring about him and being jealous.

But she didn't.

All she has is forbearance, only ignorance of him. He felt that he was really ridiculous, to be controlled by a woman to such a point.

He kept himself from thinking about her, but in the dead of night, he couldn't help but wander outside her bedchamber. Only then, listening to her long breathing, will he feel grounded.

Later, the Nanyue princess Mingxiang was so pampered that she provoked her many times. He had warned Mingxiang many times not to be pampered.

But Mingxiang still goes his own way. After many times, he found that the woman he was thinking about was so stubborn that she refused to come to him.

In fact, as long as she said a word, he would let Mingxiang be punished accordingly, or even drive away. But she didn't.

That day, he found a talking parrot at the bazaar. He went to her Floating Cloud Palace in high spirits, wanting to give the bird to her company.

But unexpectedly, I saw her from a distance begging a guard to let her go. Hearing her say that she didn't want to stay in this cold palace anymore, she wanted to leave.

For a moment, anger erupted in his eyes. He hated himself for being so nice to her, but she didn't appreciate it at all. What he hated even more was that she wanted to leave him at the instigation of her personal palace maid.

He won't let her take a step away from him! Unless he dies!

It wasn't until later that her palace maid collided with Mingxiang and was severely punished. I didn't think that she would beg him for a palace maid.

When she knelt in front of him, he had mixed feelings, but he didn't have the happiness he wanted. He had thought that as long as she bowed to him, he would think that everything was clear and he could start all over again.

But he was wrong again. The mistake is even more overall.

He hated the maid because she had instigated her to let her go.

He built her a beautiful birdcage and wanted her to be a canary. However, she didn't expect that what she had been yearning for was the vast sky outside. Then he snapped her wings, and only wanted her to stay with him, even though he could only see her from afar.

He endured the pain and sorrow in his heart, and forcibly did not look at her who was kneeling on the ground and could not cry. Unexpectedly, she completely let go of her dignity and kowtowed to him to apologize.

One after another, the heavy sound of slamming on the bluestone ground seemed to hit his heart. He wondered: What got them to this point? In her heart, he is not as important as a palace maid?

He endured the pain in his heart, not looking at her, not looking at her bloody forehead, not looking at the bluestone ground stained with her blood. After one last look, she was prostrate on the ground, and simply turned around and left.

It's just that he categorically didn't expect that this would be the last goodbye between him and her.

The eighth day of August is her birthday. During the day, he was busy with business. In the evening, he brought her favorite wine and food from the Drunken Immortal Residence to celebrate her birthday.

Unexpectedly, what I saw would be her cold corpse. He hugged her and said a lot of things, and apologized countless times, but she just wouldn't open her eyes to him. Mourning is greater than dying, and this is the way it is.

When he learned that she was poisoned by Mingxiang with poisoned wine in his name, he regretted it so much that he ordered Mingxiang to be sent to prison, so that she would be worse off than dead, and she would never see the light of day.

But what he hated more was himself. He felt that he was more hateful than Mingxiang, hating himself for being too stupid and conceited.

He knew that she would die with hatred.

He gave up the throne at his fingertips and lived the rest of his life in boundless self-blame and remorse.

He wanted to die many times, but he felt that he should live, because living was his punishment. He felt that on Huangquan Road, she should not want to see him again.

Although he is alive, he is just like a walking corpse, relying on the only happy memories with her, and spends the rest of his life miserably.

He knew that this was the retribution he deserved.

Although he knew that it was a dream, Mu Xici felt it as if he was empathetic, and he woke up with an irrepressible heartache. In his dream, he desperately tried to see the woman's face clearly, but it was always like a white mist, so hazy.

Fate gathers and scatters fate like water, and carries thousands of dust, but for a sentence, wait until the next reunion.