In the old farmstead of a certain age, there is always a smell of old and peaceful rotten wood.

Even the smell in the air is the same.

Nostalgia, unchanged, forever guarding this farmland, cultivating and harvesting in cycles.

After being separated from Han for so many days, have I always missed him?

Actually, I didn't think about it all the time.

How can people think about love all the time? If there is only love in life, then how can you live?

But now, I remembered my misunderstanding of him in the past, remembered that we held hands and made a wish by the river lamp, and remembered what he said to me by the pillow when the wooden house was silent at night......

I think when I first met, he hid from me, my disgust with him; I remembered the whip he gave me when the princess of the Northern Regions attacked me......

Just thinking about it, I feel very happy.

Zhaoyou is already late, and I don't have the opportunity to accompany me through such big ups and downs in life like Han.

I think that even if I come to Japan, I like Zhaoyu very much, but I must not like him more than I like Han.

As for love......

I don't think I'll ever fall in love with anyone other than Han again.

"I don't think I'll ever fall in love with anyone other than him again." I said what was on my mind, and in the blink of an eye, I thought of all the things he was hiding from me, and added, "Even if he betrays me in the future, I will still love him......"

"You love him even when he betrays you. Even if I am faithful to you, you will not love me. Zhaoyou laughed self-deprecatingly, his face sad.

I walked up to him and patted him like a rabbit: "I just don't want to lie to you." ”

Zhaoyou looked at me: "I heard your story, in the teahouse. The storyteller has changed your story into a lewd song. Before he ascended the throne, the story had already been heard. ”

I wondered: "What does the story say?" ”

Zhaoyou shook his head: "It's not a good story. ”

I laughed and said, "It's fine. ”

Zhao You said: "The first thing I heard was that you were oppressed and ravaged by the princess and forced to sleep with an ugly musician...... It's that kind of beautiful story......"

I don't care: "Ha, the most popular stories in the court since ancient times are fragrant stories." You say this is the earliest story? Is there a difference behind it? ”

Zhaoyou: "Later, the storyteller changed his story and said that you love each other, and you are kind-hearted and do not dislike his ugliness and humility. And he said, "The ugly musician has not broken your first page, and you are hiding it from each other at the risk of killing your head." ”

I laughed.

There is no one else who can know this kind of detail except Han. This version of the story must have been something he tried to spread outside the palace.

Zhaoyou: "And the final version...... said that he was an orphan of the Southern Dynasty, worked as an assassin in the court, and finally killed the empress and married the empress to the throne. ”

The corners of my mouth froze on that arc and asked, "There is no me in this story?" ”

Zhaoyou looked at me, his gaze moving over my face, and finally fell on the scar: "Yes...... In the story, the emperor let you out of the palace. He said, 'It is better to forget each other than to be in the rivers and lakes.' ’”

Hearing this, I couldn't help but redden.

Tears filled the world.

I turned my back, not wanting Zhaoyou to see my tears.

Zhixin once said that as an empress, even when facing male favorites, she can't cry easily. Only in front of the people, in the face of great calamities, and in the face of countless souls, can we mourn.

However, I have never done it in front of Han.

When it comes to him, I've never been able to control myself.

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