"It's a long way to go." Qianxi picked up a glass of wine, "Say goodbye to this trip, it's hard to see each other again in this life." As a father, I want you to take good care of yourself in the future. Looking deeply at the daughter in front of him, his eyes were full of countless sadness.

Since ancient times, the word "harmony" has been synonymous with never returning.

Neighboring countries and their own countries have come to make friends quickly, and this peace was proposed by neighboring countries during their visits. In a country of friendship, most requests for harmony will be granted. Just like now, the misty princess is going to kiss.

He stood there silently, motionless.

After a while, his eyes were full of tears, "Father, I will say goodbye, my daughter can no longer serve on her knees." Father also wants to... It's good to take care of yourself. ”

Princess Miao, the first talented woman in Yanjing.

Wenchang, famous in Yanjing, is famous for its literary talents.

Xi Miao happened to get acquainted with Wenchang when he sneaked out of the palace once. Since ancient times, talented and beautiful, talented and beautiful, the two of them have fallen in love with each other like this.

thought that he would be able to marry his sweetheart if he was admitted to the top prize, but the emperor thought that he was not good enough, and proposed when he would make a big deed and then agree to a slim marriage.

In order to be embarrassed, he was admitted to the top prize, abandoned the martial arts he loved, gave up the idea of fighting and killing, and was willing to be a powerless scholar. For nothing else, but to give her a sense of stability and avoid her worrying in the future.

I worked hard for four years.

When he stepped into the door of the Hanlin Academy, he knew that the day had come.

He was full of joy and went to ask His Majesty for marriage, but it was like a basin of cold water on his head, cold from head to foot.

"Princess, how can you think about it?" Qianxi slapped the table, "You are just a little civil servant of the Hanlin Academy, and the marriage proposal of a neighboring country is slim, and the princess will go to a neighboring country to become a princess in three days." ”

He couldn't remember how he had left his study.

He only remembered that day, the emperor was extremely insulted and humiliated himself with all the unbearable words.

That day, he went to Xi Miao to ask about the matter, obviously the choice was up to her, she could refuse, why... Why...

Unexpectedly, he closed the door and didn't see him, but just asked the maid next to him to spread a sentence: "The princess said that she has made up her mind." Tell you not to come to her again. ”

"Lord Wen, go quickly, you can't change the princess's idea."

His mind has been decided, and the cold four words have shattered his joy and expectation for so many years.

No, he didn't believe it.

It must be Qianxi, that old thief!

It must have been Qianxi who sacrificed his life to protect himself in order to seek the safety of a country and fear of war. It must be, it must be.

Originally, he decided to hide incognito and go with her, but the day before leaving, the news suddenly came from the palace that Miao suddenly died of a vicious illness.

But he knew that he was in good health and would not die violently. The only explanation is that she was forced, she didn't want to, and she was forced to have no choice but to die.

He has always had this hatred, waiting for an opportunity to kill Qianxi, an old immortal. But he always seemed to know something.

"I've repeatedly designed assassinations, accidents."

"He's really fatal, he gets away with it every time."

And so it went on until he died. But the father's debt is repaid, I can't kill Qianxi, can't I kill Qianyu!"

"I want Lao Tzu and his son to watch the peace they bought with their lives, and how the country they built with their flesh and blood disintegrates little by little."

Suddenly fell into silence, the rain gradually became heavier, Mo Jingluan looked at Wenchang, who was immersed in his own memories and gradually went crazy, and didn't know what to say.

She heard Qianyu talk about what happened back then.

In fact, it was true that the princess agreed to kiss at that time. The Emperor Taishang did not persecute her, she did it voluntarily.

She agreed to make peace, in fact, for the sake of the scholar she loved deeply.

One day, a scholar got into a fight with a man in a teahouse, and accidentally injured a person who had a quarrel with him.

This man was none other than the crown prince of a neighboring country.

The prince was unwilling to be beaten, so he told the emperor at the time about it, and he had an attitude of not giving up until he found it.

Xi Miao heard about this by chance, and by hearing the prince's description, he was sure that it was his sweetheart. It happened that at that time, the neighbors had peace intentions, and they were afraid that their lover would die innocently, so they simply begged their father to protect Wenchang, and in exchange for agreeing to their relatives.

But by coincidence, the day before the marriage, Princess Miao found out that she was pregnant.

Reluctant to abort the fetus in her womb, and unwilling to let her lover suffer in vain, she committed suicide by taking poison. Left a letter to the emperor, the child is not filial.

If at that time, Wenchang would not be quick for a while.

If only then, everything could have been a little earlier.

Isn't it that the ending won't be like this.

The man who was single-mindedly full of misty people has been living in his own fantasies all these years. What is called memory has actually changed its flavor long ago when it comes to one's loved one.

From humility to unrecognizable.

"The misty princess is not a judge of death."

Mo Jingluan told him about the version she knew.

I don't know if I'm angry with myself or forced by the truth. Wen Chang's sickly face suddenly looked like he was more than ten years old, and his temples also secretly grew white hair. His throat twitched, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out, forming a mist of blood in the rain.

The originally straight body gradually fell.

Originally... Everything is yourself.

For so many years, I have been living in my own hatred...... Miao, you're coming to pick me up.

Stretch out your hand, and you will take me away.

In a trance, I saw Xi Miao wearing a pink gauze skirt when I first met, and her youthful and agile appearance was accompanied by a sweet smile, and they caught butterflies among the flowers and made garlands together.

He seemed to see himself and his life.

First acquaintance, acquaintance, love, marriage, childbirth, children and grandchildren, and joy under the knees.

Accompany the misty and smile to the end of the life.

Suddenly dropped his outstretched hand, and ended his life of hatred with a smile.