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This is the third snow to fall in Xijing this winter, and the goose-feathered snow flakes are all over the mountains, slowly covering the gray walls and yellow soil without discrimination.

At the foot of Yuanping Mountain, Lin Yu held an umbrella and hugged the figure of the evening mirror, and wrapped her in his arms with a thick mink coat. A face emerged from his arms, slightly red from the cold wind, and she reached out to take a snowflake in her hand, watching it slowly melt away.

"Are you going back?" Lin Yu asked.

"Well, let's go back." Wanjing retracted her hand into her sleeve and leaned against Lin Yu's body. Walk slowly down the road with him.

"I mean go back to Jincheng."

"It's already December, and the emperor's enthronement ceremony and change of yuan in January next year will be repeated?"

"It's not impossible." Lin Yu said, "I'm afraid you'll be in a bad mood in Xijing." ”

Evening Mirror stopped, turned his head and glanced behind him. Next to the pine forest at the foot of the original flat mountain, a half-person high mound was gathered on the ground, covered with snow, a white marble stone tablet in front of the mound, there was no inscription on the stele, only a few words, engraved: Yin Qiu's tomb.

That day, Cui Yanyan was restrained by the imperial city Yulin Wei who rushed over, she just laughed a few times in despair, and then committed suicide with the dagger in her hand, until she died, and the tears in the corners of her eyes were not dry.

Zhang He was motionless when he was brought up from the river by Yu Linwei, his face was pale and blue, the blood on his clothes was washed pink by the river water, and the wound on his chest still had blood gushing out, like a flower slowly blooming on the pure white snow.

Su Zhen asked Zhang He to be sent to the palace and instructed the hospital to do its best to treat him. The evening mirror wanted to follow, but he couldn't stand up no matter what, and he couldn't help but tremble. The tears on his face seemed to freeze and kept freezing in his heart.

The evening mirror was arranged in the palace by Su Jin, and Lin Yu later rushed over and accompanied her for three days and three nights without closing her eyes, waiting for news from the hospital.

She felt that Zhang He would not die, and felt that Zhang He would be fine from her heart, until Su Zhen came over three days later and said to her: "Yin Qiu, you are no longer here." ”

Wanjing smiled inexplicably, just whispered an impossibility, and fainted.

After the seven-day funeral of Yinfu, an oily black coffin was carried to the foot of Yuanping Mountain for burial. The evening mirror walked in the funeral procession, and in the midst of the crowd of weeping or wailing, it was surprisingly quiet.

"Lin Yu, I don't feel bad." Wanjing retracted her gaze, looked at the snowy white from a distance, and smiled, "Yin Qiu is no longer here." Yin Qiu...... is indeed gone. ”

"Let's go." Wanjing tugged Lin Yu's arm and walked onto the official road. Lin Yu looked back at the bag of tombs again, and hurriedly followed, holding an umbrella to block the heavy snow for the evening mirror.

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Memorabilia:

In January of the following year, Su Jin, the new emperor of Jingguo, changed to Jingxi, and on February 2, he went to the throne ceremony. On the twenty-first day of February of the same year, he recognized the people's female evening mirror as his righteous sister, pardoned Princess Anyuan, and gave the country surname: Su.

There is a lot of speculation among the people about the identity of the evening mirror, and most of them think that the evening mirror is actually the protagonist of the boiling Queen Dejing twin mystery case. But no matter how much speculation there is, it is all wild history, and the Su Wanjing recorded in the official history is just a woman that Emperor Jingxi met when he traveled to the people.

In April of the first year of Jingxi, the court opened Enke, and Li Tan, a Gongsheng of Lingwu County, won the top list of Jinshi and entered the main book of the Hongwen Pavilion.

In June of the first year of Jingxi, Princess An Yuan, Lin Yu and Li Xianger left Beijing and returned to Jincheng.

At the end of June of the first year of Jingxi, Li Tan hurriedly married Shangguan Qi, the daughter of Yan Xiaolan, the owner of Ruijin, in Xijing. Li Xianger led Princess An Yuan and Lin Yu back to Xijing to attend the wedding.

In July of the first year of Jingxi, Li Tan, the chief secretary of Hongwen Pavilion, took a month of leave due to injury.

At the beginning of July of the first year of Jingxi, Li Chunjiao, the third young master of Jincheng Jiyue Villa in Lingwu County, fled. Li Xiang'er led Princess An Yuan and Lin Yu to rush back to Jincheng to arrest people.

On the July Birthday Festival of the first year of Jingxi, Princess An Yuan and Lin Yu went to Beijing to celebrate the emperor's birthday. On the birthday banquet, Emperor Jingxi announced the marriage of Princess Anyuan and Lin Yu, and placed Princess Anyuan's mansion in Beijing. Pardon Li Xiang'er's second rank and wife, and seal the owner of Jiyue Villa, Lingwu County.

In August of the first year of Jingxi, Princess An Yuan and Lin Yu rushed back to Jincheng to attend Li Chun's wedding.

In January of the second year of Jingxi, Shangguan Qi gave birth to a daughter.

On the eighth day of June in the third year of Jingxi, Princess An Yuan and Lin Yu got married.

After the wedding, someone sent a brocade box, which contained a brocade silk made of dragon and phoenix red satin palace. The brocade silk is defaced, slightly damaged, the handwriting is blurred and illegible, and you can only see the imperial seal issued by the Ministry of Rites at the end of the payment.

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Like a light leaf sailing out of the river

It's like drifting with the waves of fate

Wait for the gust of wind to push into the distance

Count as a passer-by in the universe

Recognize this exquisite life and die calmly

This wandering journey is also a

It's a beautiful dream

β€”β€”Excerpt from Lin Huiyin's "Lotus Lantern"