Yang Jieyun couldn't help but feel funny when she saw Li Mingsheng's current appearance. She even clearly remembered that during the years in the Prince's Mansion, they kissed under the white pear tree, and Li Mingsheng said love words to herself.

I wish to win the hearts of one person, and the white heads are inseparable.

Now, how can I get the heart of the man in front of me, and who can I stay with for a lifetime and never be separated?

The white pears were sprinkled one after another and landed on the tips of the two people's hairs. Li Mingsheng raised his head, as if he saw the year when it snowed in Beijing again, and he took Yang Jieyun's hand to see the snow, thinking that he would be able to go to Baitou together.

"Your Majesty, let the concubines out of the palace! The concubine volunteered to accompany the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha all her life, and no longer asked for the love of the world. After a long time, Yang Jieyun finally opened her mouth.

Li Mingsheng looked at her eyebrows, as if looking at another person through her.

"I ...... If you don't want to let go, what should you do? Li Mingsheng asked slowly.

Yang Jieyun bit her lip tightly and kissed Li Mingsheng with tears.

In a trance, Li Mingsheng remembered the pear blossoms he made for Yang Jieyun not long ago, and how happy the two were that night.

"If the emperor doesn't let go, the concubines won't see the emperor again." Yang Jieyun let go of Li Mingsheng, and tears had spread all over her entire face. What a woman she used to be at ease, but now her eyes have lost their former brilliance.

"Jie'er......" Li Mingsheng looked at Yang Jieyun's appearance, and his heart was extremely unbearable. He lowered his head and kissed Yang Jieyun's lips again, blocking a thousand words.

The pear blossoms are still fluttering, and the figures of the two are gradually entangled, spending this desperate night together.

Yang Jieyun seemed to be in a dream.

That year, Li Mingsheng went to his home to propose. Although she is not the crown princess, being able to marry her beloved Lang Jun is Yang Jieyun's greatest wish.

After marriage, the two were in love as before. In order to make himself happy, Li Mingsheng planted a few white pears in the backyard. Every spring in March, when the white pears are in full bloom, the two sit under the tree and enjoy the beautiful scenery together.

When did it start to become?

It was Li Mingsheng who kept marrying one woman after another in order to consolidate the imperial power. It was she who wanted the queen's throne, only to be told that it was reserved for another woman. It's that she is already desperate, but there are more conspiracies waiting for her to reveal one by one.

She is just an ordinary woman who longs for Li Mingsheng's love, why has she become nothing now?

It's a dream.

If it's a dream, you still have to wake up.

Looking at Yang Jieyun who was asleep, Li Mingsheng got up and tied his clothes. He looked at the mottled kiss marks on Yang Jieyun's body, picked her up gently, walked into the inner hall, and put her on the bed.

"Jie'er, forgive me for being selfish." Li Mingsheng attached himself and kissed Yang Jieyun's forehead, as if he was saying his final goodbye.

Yang Jieyun had woken up, but she continued to pretend to be asleep, because she didn't know how to face Li Mingsheng soberly.

Li Mingsheng glanced at Yang Jieyun again, turned around and walked out of the hall without a trace.

A day later.

Li Mingsheng promulgated the holy decree.

Because of her ill health, Concubine Yang Jieyun was specially allowed to go to Zizhu Palace to recuperate, and she could continue to return to the palace to serve after she had recovered her body.

Yang Jieyun took the holy decree and thanked her plainly. She stood outside the palace gate, looking at this cage that had locked her for so long, as if she was reluctant and unwilling.

"Your Majesty, it's time for us to go back." Li Mingsheng and He Xi stood on the city wall, watching Yang Jieyun and his people disappear.

A tear slipped from the corner of his eye, and I don't know for whom.