Emperor Yu Xuan left in a huff, feeling guilty from head to toe, guilty of marrying his wife and carefully cultivated eldest son, and in the end it was empty.

Cheng Mo walked along the root of the wall, looking at the shadow that followed under the faint moonlight, coughed lightly, looked back and said lightly: "Come out." ”

Immediately, Jin Xixing, who seemed to be a monkey crawling on the wall, came down slowly, leaned slightly against the wall, moved his sour toes, and smiled shyly.

Cheng Mo shook his head and sighed, his face was full of displeasure, his temper came up instantly, and he lowered his voice and scolded: "You, do you have a count in your heart, what are you doing at this juncture, making fish and meat on the board?" ”

Jin Xixing didn't dare to answer, he drooped his head and suddenly became timid, and his worried heart also rose to his throat.

Cheng Mo glared at him and shouted: "What, do you have the courage to come, but don't you have the courage to speak?" ”

Jin Xixing covered his stuffy chest and spoke for a long time, before he raised his head and looked directly at Cheng Mo, his eyes full of guilt and uneasiness.

"Don't take this look to me to sympathize and comfort, do what you do, solve it yourself." Cheng Mo suppressed the anger in his heart again, drank sharply, and then stopped looking at Jin Xixing and left.

The cold wind was bleak in the dark night, and the trees were clattering in the wind.

A breath of wind blew into his eyes, a little painful, Jin Xixing opened his eyes, and straight into the back of the fading back into his eyes.

It turned out that he Jin Xixing was not worthy of brotherhood, and the culprit was himself.

In the middle of the night, the cold that blows outside the evening style.

I don't know who revealed the news, Yan Jixiang, who was very quiet in the past, like a madman who couldn't speak, threw down the soft brush, and smashed it on the simple desktop in a daze, the ink incense dyed the precious rice paper black, and the scattered ink on the rice paper, with the flow of this downstream, gradually became an ink flower that was not cherished.

In the past, the mother of the world, majestic, walked with the momentum of the Bali incense wind like a rainbow, but now it has become, a shrew and resentful woman rolled up her sleeves, revealing her skin like snow, holding a wooden stick in her hand, and strode out of the high wall that had been built.

Hearing the news that Cheng Mo came on horseback, his melancholy mood rushed straight to his mind, even his eyes hurt, he jumped off the horse, and walked towards Yan Jixiang with a brisk step.

Yan Jixiang burst into tears, holding a wooden stick in his hand, his clothes were disheveled, and even the embroidered shoes on his feet had run away, and the soles of his feet were pierced by sharp stones, flowing with bright red blood, mixed with the soil, and he couldn't distinguish between blood and sludge.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Mo's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were all worried, and he stepped forward in a hurry, stretched out his hand and grabbed Yan Jixiang's wrist, and his words were full of sorrow and pity.

"What you're doing now won't help, and if you go out like this, you'll only bring the knife that killed you back to this wall, don't go, okay?"

Yan Jixiang shook off his hand fiercely, sobbing with tears in his eyes: "How can I not go, how can I not go, I just want a clear answer to death, the queens of the past dynasties, even if they are not favored, the emperor will not go to the cold palace to see the queens of the past dynasties, even if they die, they all die in the cold palace, there is at least his taste, his memory, his most rare smile, what is it to keep me here, I want to die in the cold palace......"

The last words seemed to sting to the heart, Yan Jixiang's whole body was paralyzed, he didn't say a word, choked, the wooden stick in his hand fell, smashed a hole in the ground, and raised slightly higher dust.

Cheng Mo pulled her up from the ground, Yan Jixiang has been fighting against another self in the dark for a long time, unable to sleep day and night, living by copying Buddhist scriptures, staying for one more day can be like being on the ground and in prison.

At this time, Yan Jixiang is like a chewing gum that sticks to the ground and mixes with soil, and it will not be too rude to use chewing gum to describe Yan Jixiang at this time.

Cheng Mo comforted her softly: "You get up quickly, the ground is cold, let's go back, isn't it a good thing to spend the rest of our lives here, stay away from strife, stay away from torture, it's better than the cold palace." ”

Yan Jixiang's eyes like a dead fish suddenly blinked, her long eyelashes were full of tears, for some reason, her hands tore the beautiful bun she combed, her unkempt hair looked even more pitiful, and the jewelry was scattered all over the place, and the wedding gift he gave her, the favorite pearl hairpin head phoenix, the sound of falling to the ground was crisp.

At this time, Yan Jixiang got up by himself, and he didn't need Cheng Mo to help, he slapped his hand away, muttered, and shuttled through the night like a ghost.

Cheng Mo silently followed behind her, and when he saw this scene, his heart ached.

Yan Jixiang walked very slowly, she walked in this dark night, looked around with dull eyes, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and muttered: "This palace, the mother of the world, has been with the emperor for decades, has you loved him, but have you loved him?" ”

These words fluttered in the wind, and the wind took away, but it could not take away her sorrow.

At dawn, Yan Jixiang turned around suddenly, his face was pale, his eyes were dead, his cheeks were full of tears, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. ”

Seeing her laughing, inexplicably a little scared, Cheng Mo shook his head, "I don't know." ”

"Even if it's a stranger, don't give up the person you love, that girl is very good, but she's a little stupid, and I don't know if she's hiding her real intelligence?"

Yan Jixiang was like a different person overnight, his sideburns were whiter than usual, and his skin, which was as smooth as a shelled egg, also faded overnight, showing his old appearance.

Cheng Mo bowed his head silently, and was silent for a long time, but he still didn't know how to reply, just followed her silently, where she went, he would follow!

Those words had been kept in mind, and looking at the old Yan Jixiang, she no longer had any reaction after she finished speaking, and the appearance of the walking dead resurfaced.

But after a while, Yan Jixiang laughed and laughed again, and after crying for a while, she laughed again, turned around and smiled at Cheng Mo again, and couldn't hide her bitter tears.

Yan Jixiang said: "Jue'er, Li'er, where are they at this time?" ”

"This palace knows where these two are."

Without waiting for Cheng Mo to speak, Yan Jixiang muttered to herself, then lifted her skirt and ran to the river, crying and laughing.

Cheng Mo was worried that she wouldn't be able to think about it, so she immediately followed.

Yan Jixiang came to the river, first squatted on a large stone, picked up the water in the river and wiped it on his face.

People who used to see the river as dirty are now, like a peasant child, who does not dislike the river and treats the river as a playful object in childhood.

Cheng Mo was worried that she would slip and fall into the water, so he hurriedly dragged her up to the riverbank.

Yan Jixiang slapped his hand and cried and laughed repeatedly, "Jue'er, don't you like to play with the river?" Come down and play, you see, there are eight-legged crabs in the stone crevices next to you, you also like to eat, I'll go and catch them, it's okay to steam them at night? ”

Cheng Mo was stunned, but still took her ashore, took her to the pavilion, comforted her and sat down, seeing her in a trance, Cheng Mo couldn't help but squat down, holding her hand clenched into a fist, the nails she kept were a little long, scratching the delicate palms, and drips of blood flowed out of the fists.

"Hey, Mo'er, why are you here? Aren't you with your aunt in Danzhou? ”

"Li'er, look at you, you are still so childish when you are married, the third prince is good to you, if he dares to treat you badly, the queen mother will beat him!"

"Jue'er, the queen mother has told you many times, isn't this how this word is written?"

"Mo'er, today your father punished you for thinking about it again, what did you do, and you were so angry!"

"'Chengyu, you say, if I were to be the crown princess, would I be arrogant and domineering!' 'No, I like everything you do!' ’”

Yan Jixiang was talking to himself, babbling, saying everything he had said to his children, and he also said that he was still a young man at the beginning, he was just a prince at that time, and he said that no matter what she did, he would not give up on her.

Eventually, he broke his promise.

Yan Jixiang said, the beating note of the string in his heart gradually disappeared, and the string was broken.

Cheng Mo listened, at this time, there was really no other way than to listen quietly.