When the emperor returned to the royal city of Haojing, most of the concubines in the palace had already slept quietly.

Only the palace people who stayed behind were doing their duty.

There are those who are drowsy but holding on to the lights, there are those who carefully watch the tea stove, and there are those who knock on the bangs everywhere to patrol the night.

Everything is in order, it can be seen that Qingchi is properly controlled on weekdays, and the palace people are keeping to themselves.

When Xiao Dezi saw the emperor coming back, he hurriedly came out of the Guande Palace, saying that the concubine asked twice in the night, and Pei Shuyuan coped with it.

"The concubine has been so noisy recently, and the queen mother didn't pay much attention to the morning and dusk of the day before, but now she is more and more pretentious."

The emperor's tone was a little unkind, but Concubine Shu was the emperor's biological mother, and Xiao Dezi didn't dare to say anything to make a mistake.

He gently took the emperor's belt and said softly: "The concubine also cares about the emperor, but Pei Shuyuan goes to greet him every day, saying that she is doing her filial piety for the emperor." ”

The emperor beckoned, and fastened his belt again, "I go out for a walk, don't you follow." ”

Xiao Dezi answered, I didn't know which of my words was wrong, and I didn't dare to ask where the emperor was going, so I had to be in a silent daze in the Guande Palace.

I have been following the emperor for several years, but I don't understand him more and more.

At first, he thought that he was already the core figure around the emperor, but after a long time, he gradually understood that following him did not mean anything.

This emperor is not ordinary, his mind is delicate, and he will never be easily exposed, even Concubine Yun may not be able to guess it.

Outsiders looked at Concubine Yun Niangniang and had already won the holy favor, but Xiao Dezi felt that there was a person in the emperor's heart, and he hid it tightly.

Xiao Dezi can only guess the beginning, but he can't guess the end.

The emperor went out of the Guande Hall and went to climb the palace wall again.

In a row of small buildings facing the royal city in Rixin-ri opposite, there are several windows lit with red and green lanterns, and some people blow bombs there.

A crisp singing voice, with a mournful tone, came to his ears from the cold air of the silent night.

This is about a singing girl who wanders the world, singing there for money.

The sky was covered with thin gray clouds, which were as heavy as a tattered bell.

The clouds** can also see a little or two stars, but near the stars, the sky can be seen in the swarthy, as if there is infinite sorrow hidden in it.

Every time Ji Fansheng walked on the palace wall, he remembered the time he quietly saw him off.

When everyone thought he had gone back, he quietly climbed the palace wall, and he wanted to see her one last time.

In fact, at that time, he knew that the stubborn Ruoshui was going to go away and never look back.

If the water is in front of the horse and the figure is far away, it always lingers.

She didn't even look back, as if she didn't have a trace of reluctance, the mountains were like water, and she was really a cold-hearted person.

But what I said before, do they still count?

At the age of thirteen, she defeated a little red for the first time and became a famous swordsman in the rivers and lakes.

He saw that she was still the woman next door, and maybe one day she could earn more money and be with her, help her take care of those mundane things, and be a man in the family.

No, he knew he wouldn't.

I liked her so much at the time, and I didn't really want to keep her alone.

Although she never said that she wanted to marry him.

But the feelings of those years are still true.

Today's pain is still real.

In the evening when the spring breeze was drunk, he was alone thinking about some old things.

Thinking of his dedication to the entire Hongyin Dynasty, he was very confused, whether he, the emperor, dominated the world, or the whole world dominated him.

On this night, Concubine Yun also couldn't sleep in Bixiao Palace.

When that voice suddenly sounded, she thought she was dreaming.

However, the evening breeze is light, the fragrance of flowers in the room is bursting, the small footsteps of the palace people, and the cats outside the window are still howling in heat.

Everything was reminding her that it was a state of wakefulness and that the voice was real.

"Hengying, Hengying, I'm back."

The voice is so familiar, even the intonation is so light, full of familiar rhythms.

Counting the time, it seems that he really did it.

It's been four years, and time really flies.

She didn't think that he would really come back, and for a while she couldn't tell whether it was her own obsession that came true, or whether it was a delusional hallucination.

She desperately wanted to hear that voice again, first she withdrew from the palace people, and then even the cat ran away, but the voice never sounded again.

She carefully recalled the scene when he was leaving, the gossamer breath on the hospital bed was weakening, and his handsome eyes began to fail to open.

They all know that Zhong Yi is about to come to the end of his life, although everyone is reluctant, they don't want him to suffer like this.

The old pavilion master searched all the arcane books, but still did not find a reliable method.

There is only a broken ancient book that records a terrifying method of temporality.

After drinking half a cup of ginseng soup, Zhong Yi propped up her body and looked at it, and said lightly: "My life is to be taken away from the sky, and the world has gone through once, with a loving father and a wife, I am already content, why do I need to do this?" ”

His voice was already extremely weak, as if he was about to stop and catch his breath at any moment.

But he still persevered, and after saying this, he leaned back on the thick pillow.

"We are reluctant, really, really reluctant to you." Hengying's tears flowed too much, and her eye sockets were hot.

Zhong Yi nodded, how could he not know that his father and wife were reluctant to him.

It's just that his life is passing at the fastest speed, and although his heart hurts, no one can reverse it all.

"Damati's recipe has a strange beauty, even if it's just a glimmer of life, we hope to succeed."

The old pavilion master refused to give up, holding Zhong Yi's hand to encourage him, both eyes were filled with cloudy tears.

"In that case, let's give it a try.

If I come back in the coming day, I am just a wisp of soul, can I still be considered alive? ”

"What is human life, I have lived at this age, and I still don't know, maybe it's what people often say, maybe it's emotions and memories.

If you still have emotions and memories, isn't that like being alive? ”

"Okay, I promise you. It's just that this handsome body is useless, but it's a pity. ”

Heng Ying remembered his tone at that time, not like he was going to die, nor like he was going to accept a painful soul splitting technique, but it was just like a child playing a game, which was very easy.

Soul splitting, the person who invented this secret technique must have too much attachment to the earthly world, even if the body can no longer support it, he still wants to see more of the world.

For thousands of years, there are only a few people who can really bear and succeed in Langhuan Pavilion, and they each have subtle hearts, which are not enough for outsiders.

It was still under the rule of Emperor An Lie, and there was no sign of chaos yet, who knew that the corner of their fate was about to appear.