The candles of Qionglin Palace were thin, and in the gloomy night, a heavy rain was ushered in.

The sound of pouring rain was raging, and in the shimmering light, lazy white smoke rose from the Jinding smoker.

Around the end of autumn, the inner house sent a stove, the inner room is always warm, the palace people outside are dividing a few hot purple potatoes to eat, Jingyue took half of it in, changed her hand and touched her ears, and said with a smile: "Niangniang, the purple potatoes of the nine immortals, can you taste them?" ”

Jiang Wan leaned on the low table and was patiently picking out the fish bones in the bowl one by one, Jing Yue held the purple potato in front of her and was steaming, she listened with a smile, but did not raise her eyes.

"It's still hot, let's send it to the Golden Pond Palace."

The last tiny fish bone was picked out, Jiang Wan closed the porcelain lid, and handed it to Jingyue.

Her eyes were calm and waveless, and a faint glance made Jingyue's throat tighten.

But Jingyue still smiled and took Jiang Wan's things, and when Fu Shen withdrew from the door, she clenched the jade bowl in her hand with white fingertips, stuffed the purple potato into the hands of others, and faced the cold wind in the night, and went towards the Golden Pond Palace.

Standing outside the hall to the hands and feet, waiting for the expected answer.

"The emperor is really empty, aunt, please go back."

Jing Yue hugged the jade bowl that had been blown cold, looked deeply at the palace across the long corridor and high stairs, and was urged twice before she had to leave and return.

Afraid that Jiang Wan would be sad, Jingyue quietly poured the fish soup, hid the bowl in the depths of the grass in the corner, and when she re-entered the hall, she put on a smiling face again, and rubbed her hands with a bright face.

"How did it take so long?"

Jiang Wan was already sitting in front of the dresser in the middle at this time, she changed into her favorite blue-green eight-immortal dress with butterflies and flowers, turned her face and beckoned, and asked Jingyue to comb her hair in the fashionable bun of the Nine Immortals.

"The slave waited quietly for a while, and the emperor drank it and thought it was very good." Jingyue combed her hair and curled her hair, unwilling to disturb Jiang Wan's rare interest.

The emperor and queen are affectionate and envious of the world.

It seems like it's been a long time ago.

Now even a bowl of soup can't be sent to the Golden Pond Palace.

Jiang Wan didn't expose Jing Yue's lies, and after hanging up her earrings, she got up and turned around, and Jing Yue seemed to see the sassy and heroic God of War General again.

She hadn't laughed like this in a long time.

"The mother is beautiful." Jingyue praised from the bottom of her heart.

She is the most dazzling pearl of the Nine Immortals, and she is the Zhuo Zhuo beauty of the beautiful Nanhuai.

She is the undefeated god of war in Nanhuai.

is also an incompatible queen in the deep palace.

But he is no longer his confidant.

Jiang Wan stood still because of Jingyue's words, she said that she wanted to stay by herself for a while, and she didn't have to wait for the bed tonight.

Seeing that she was in a good mood, Jingyue didn't ask much, took two steps back, turned around and retreated.

She was the only one left in the room.

Jiang Wan looked sideways at herself in the mirror, feeling a little strange.

The candlelight made the room a warm orange, and Jiang Wan looked at this room and felt strange.

Her gaze finally rested on the letters on the table.

Jiang Wan lowered her eyes and smiled, even at this point, she still finished saying goodbye to him.

She didn't have any wishes, although they came to such a regrettable result in the end, she still looked forward to getting together and dispersing, and walking a little more chicly.

Jiang Wan walked to the side of the bed, pressed the switch of the dark grid, and behind the picture scroll hanging at the end of the bed, her saber was placed in the square grid.

She once sincerely believed that she and him could see each other year after year.

But she is a good general, a good queen.

But after all, she is not a good woman, not a good mother.

She is looking forward to growing old with Yinglang and looking forward to a happy life with them.

Just didn't do it.

When she was about to die, Jiang Wan gently stroked the long sword that followed her for half her life, and the only thing she wanted to take away was this, pure and clean glory that belonged to her.

Darkly also had a bottle of poison, the best she had carefully selected to find.

It won't be so painful, and it won't be so ugly after death.

When she lay down, Jiang Wan hugged the long sword in her chest, and when she closed her eyes, she finally smiled with relief.

Do you still love it?

I don't love it anymore.

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When the news of the queen's death reached the Jinchi Palace, Changzhong fell in and fell in, hitting his head on the ground, and the sound was crisp.

Qi Ying paused.

Then sneered, what kind of trick did you play?

Even he didn't notice the slight tremor of his fingers.

The matter was discovered by Jing Yue first, the more she thought about it while holding the jade bowl, the more she felt that something was wrong, the candlelight in the house was burning for a long time, Jing Yue decided that Jiang Wan had not slept, and wanted to use the reason of adding carbon to the stove to go in and have a look, but no one answered the door.

By the time she broke in, Jiang Wan had already lost her breath.

The stoves in the house have all been removed, and the palace people who knelt in the Qionglin Palace have already cried, and the cold wind is raging, blowing the curtains swaying and undulating.

Only candlelight, still bright.

He has been here countless times in this back room, and he has also been lying on the bed where Jiang Wan is lying countless times.

Because of the short time of death, her face was still vivid, and her eyes were closed, as if she was asleep.

Qi Ying walked over with a cold face, he stretched out his hand to pull her, wanting to let her stop making trouble as usual, get up quickly, when she held it, her hand was already slightly cold.

He looked at her, clenched her hand with all his might, the long silence passed, his palm could not warm her, this body became colder and colder, and he finally admitted that the woman who accompanied him through the darkness and witnessed the miracle of glory was really dead.

"Queen. Have you ever looked for me? ”

He asked.

No one answered, and after a long time, Jing Yue moved her knees, her stubborn and resentful eyes were hidden under her creeping body, she couldn't hold back her trembling, and said loudly: "Niangniang sent fish soup to the emperor, and the slave maid personally sent it, but she failed to enter the palace." ”

She sent someone.

Qi Ying sat like this, and her back, which was as tight as a string, did not relax for a moment.

It was a long time before he put Jiang Wan's hand back in its place, and she walked away with a smile while holding her long sword.

He got up and walked around the room, as if to find out what she had been thinking before leaving, when his eyes finally fell on the haphazardly folded letter on the desk.

Because of the strong wind, the letter paper crumbled on the table, and the ink stains inside could be seen.

Qi Ying reached out to take it, narrowly missed it, and tightened it for the second time, and her heart trembled.

He opened the letter, afraid that she would leave without saying a word, but she really left a word, and he was afraid that she would never forgive herself.

The letter is very clean, no resentment, no hatred, no love and no demand.

She took it all.

The last words left:

"Ying Lang An."