Shen Meng's death put an end to all turmoil.

The ministers in the court were at ease, and the people who disturbed the people's hearts had no reason.

But today's emperor has become crazy and restless.

He used iron and blood, and executed those who were indirectly forced to kill Shen Meng.

For a while, people were terrified, and the name Shen Meng seemed to have become a forbidden word, unable to mention or pronounce.

During Rong Yin's reign, he almost said that he would govern the whole country very well, but because the methods were too cruel, many things were only done according to his own wishes, such as taking the Qinglou woman as a concubine, committing many killings for this Qinglou woman, and changing the ancestral training.

The Qinglou woman was buried in the imperial mausoleum, and the funeral was no different from that of the queen.

As if to give her all the most extravagant and powerful things of this time.

As a result, in the eyes of many people, Rong Yin is a cruel tyrant.

Even the people who carved the history books did not know whether Rong Yin was a Ming monarch or a mediocre tyrant.

……

It's the middle of winter again, and the sky is snowing with goose feathers.

"Your Majesty, it's late at night, it's time to rest......" The eunuch looked at the emperor Rongyin beside him, his eyes cautious.

"I ...... I want to go for a walk......" Rong Yin spoke, his voice was vicissitudes, his eyes were cloudy, and he had aged a lot.

Many years have passed since that day.

Today's Rongyin is no longer young, and between his eyebrows and eyes, he can vaguely see the handsome he once was.

Rong Yin was wearing a crescent white robe, she was old, her back was a little bent, and now she walked very slowly, almost moving step by step.

Outside, the roadside is lit with palace lights, and you can vaguely see that the entire palace is wrapped in snow, plain white.

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Rong Yin held a lantern in one hand and a pot of wine in his arms, and carefully stepped on the snow.

The eunuch on the side looked at Rong Yin worriedly, and he stepped forward to support Rong Yin.

"Your Majesty, where are you going? The slave carries you to ......" The eunuch stepped forward and reached out to grab Rong Yin's hand.

But Rongyin waved his hand lightly and shook his head to let the eunuch retreat.

"I ...... I want to be alone. Rong Yin spoke.

After the words fell, Rong Yin held the palace lamp in one hand and walked slowly on the snow, his eyes were cloudy, and he couldn't see things clearly.

Along the way, I passed through many places.

The small courtyard where he used to live with Shen Meng has been deserted, and no one has lived in it for a long time, but the furnishings are still the same.

The bloodstains in the imperial garden are long gone, and now in winter, the flowers are almost gone, only the cold plum blossoms are just right, dotted in a white vastness.

Rong Yin's footprints were left on the snow, and he lowered his head and stared carefully at his feet.

There were once two pairs of footprints left on the snow, neatly and neatly.

It seems that they want to go to the end of the snow together like this, and grow old with white heads.

Can...... Now he's the only one left.

There was no one to accompany him to the white head.

Rong Yin coughed violently several times, his lungs seemed to be burning, and a little blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, dripping on the snow, like a cold plum in full bloom.

Staring at the bloodstains under his feet, Rong Yin smiled.

He was still walking, and finally reached his destination this time.

Above the castle tower.

The soldiers stationed there were sent back to both sides, and there was much space left in the middle of the tower, and in the middle of it was placed a harp, which seemed to have gone through many years, and it was rusty, the strings were long gone, and the wood was rotten.

Rong Yin sat down slowly, and gently placed his hand on the piano, as if caressing a cherished person.

Originally...... So many years.

"I'm so old, can Mengmeng still recognize me?" Rong Yin spoke, and his voice was vicissitudes.

Mengmeng said that the first cup of toast to him went smoothly.

So he acted recklessly, did what he wanted, did not take into account the opinions of the courtiers, and killed all those who indirectly killed her, and she loved Ronghua, so she gave her the most glorious things in the world.

But she's dead and can't be seen.

Thinking of this, Rong Yin's hand trembled slightly, he drank a glass of wine, and put his hand on the piano, he was old and even had some trouble stroking the qin, even if it was ...... The piano was rotten, and there was no piano for him to play.

Mengmeng said that the second cup was full of his children and grandchildren.

So he adopted a lot of children, and passed them under his own name, and the children and grandchildren were full.

Thinking of this, Rong Yin poured himself another glass of wine and drank it up.

Mengmeng said that the third cup of tribute to him is boundless, with thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and boundless loneliness.

So he did a good job as the emperor, guarding the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, raising his body well, living a little longer, a little longer, and tasting the loneliness of eroding bones.

Convenient...... Done, right?

Rong Yin carefully picked up the wine jug again and poured himself a glass, this time he tasted it very carefully.

Take a small sip, take a small sip.

The snow was big and urgent, and after drinking a glass, Rong Yin's body was already covered with a layer of snow.

"So...... That's it......" Rong Yin's old voice shouted, raising his eyes and shouting at nothingness.

No one responded.

Rong Yin put down the cup in his hand with some disappointment, he leaned lightly on the piano, and slowly closed his eyes, as if at this moment......

The strings were plucked.

Someone sat next to him and played the harp.

His body was very cold, and he opened his eyes, and his cloudy eyes vaguely saw the figure in the red dress.

"I didn't poison it, I think my soup making skills are not bad, if you don't drink it this time, maybe you won't have a chance to drink it in the future." She looked at him with a smile, holding a porcelain bowl in her hand, which was freshly boiled ginger soup and steaming.

"It's delicious." Rong Yin was stunned when he saw the person in front of him, and hurriedly picked up the ginger soup and drank it in a big gulp.

In an instant, the cold in the whole body was dispelled, and the internal organs became warm.

"That's good...... she poked his cheek, smiling delicately, and her cold eyes were full of smiles.

Rong Yin just smiled.

That's nice.

If......

He believed in her from the beginning, how good it should be.

……

The next day, the people of the palace found the emperor's body on the castle tower.

He was dressed in a crescent-white robe, dotted with dots of blood, and on the shoulder of the robe was a brown, pale stain of barely visible blood, which seemed to have been left on his clothes by someone many years ago.

Rong Yin's body was covered with snow, and when he pushed away the layers of snow, he saw his frozen body, condensed with a layer of frost, and his face was also blue and white.

He lay on the rotten piano, his eyes open, and he didn't know what he saw before he died, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Extremely gentle.

The hand reached out towards the nothingness in front of him.

It's like trying to catch something.

But in the end, there was nothing in the palm of his hand.

……

If...... He believed in her from the beginning, how good it should be.

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