With just this sentence, Zhao Zhenyuan knew that something had happened to Concubine Zhen, his face was cold, but he didn't say anything, he only held Mu Zihan in his arms and comforted her carefully, and then personally sent her out of the palace.

Since then, Mu Zihan has never seen Zhao Zhenyuan again, and even if he asks to go to the mansion, she avoids it.

In the winter of that year, the border of the country was in turmoil, and Zhao Zhenyuan was the youngest of the many princes who invited Ying to fight, but he was the first to make great contributions in the frontier.

The greater his momentum, the more reluctant Concubine Zhen became to let Mu Zihan drag him down, but when he returned from the great victory in the frontier, he only asked Emperor Jingrui for one thing: "Erchen wants to marry Mu Zihan, a girl from the Mu family, as a concubine." ”

The prestige of the Mu family in the army at that time was not high, and Zhao Zhenyuan only asked for this one thing when he came back from the battlefield, but it made Emperor Jingrui impressed, and he agreed immediately, but she was so angry that Concubine Zhen stomped her feet, pointed at Zhao Zhenyuan and shouted: "Son." ”

On the day when the decree came down, Zhao Zhenyuan followed behind the eunuch who announced the decree, and as soon as he entered the Mu Mansion, his eyes hung on Mu Zihan, and his originally white and handsome face was tanned in the frontier, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth, and smiled at her, but looking at her much thinner appearance, he felt distressed.

Mu Zihan got this holy decree of marriage, and in the end his heart knot was opened, and when he met him in private, he couldn't help but throw himself into his arms anymore, crying: "I thought that there was no hope in this life. ”

Zhao Zhenyuan held her face and kissed the tears on her cheeks: "Don't cry, don't cry, I said that I only want you in this life." ”

Except for Concubine Zhen, everyone is happy about this marriage.

Mu Zihan, who has always loved arms, put away the horsewhip, put the sword into the sheath, and embroidered the dowry wholeheartedly, shyly and timidly waiting for the day of marriage.

But she didn't wait for that day before the marriage was ruined.

She witnessed Zhao Zhenyuan and a woman doing that dirty thing in the house in King Wen's mansion.

And he held the woman's waist and let her toss, and from time to time let out a soft cry from his mouth that Mu Zihan had never heard, and the voice was particularly pleasant, satisfied, and excited.

Mu Zihan and a woman in her boudoir should have avoided these things, but not only did she not avoid them, but stood for a long time, watching how they acted.

The woman was delicate and delicate, with a good figure, pursed her lips and couldn't help but make a shy voice, even when she saw her standing in the doorway, she smiled at her defiantly.

That woman is not another person, it is the current queen Zhu.

Mu Zihan knew that Zhao Zhenyuan was afraid that someone would take the medicine that would be made, she gritted her teeth and clasped the fragrant wood door coffin, and her nails deeply buckled the door coffin, but she still couldn't hold back. took a deep breath and kicked the door and rushed into the house, picked up Zhu Shi and slapped her in the face a few times, then slammed her to the ground, kicked her, and spat disgustingly: "What is the difference between you and the tricks in that building." ”

A weak woman in the Zhu family called her such a girl who had been fisted and kicked since elementary school so that she couldn't get up on the ground, curled up with her shirtless body, and only knew how to cry.

The moment Zhao Zhenyuan saw Mu Zihan, the whole person came to his senses, he quickly put on the clothes that fell to the ground, but Mu Zihan had already gone out.

This matter spread quickly, it was one thing for the Zhu family to be shameless, and the reputation of Mu Zihan's fierce daughter also spread, and it even dragged Zhao Zhenyuan down.

Zhao Zhenyuan went to Mu Mansion every day to ask to see Mu Zihan, but he was always turned away, which almost became a joke in Kyoto. Concubine Zhen knew about this, and she became more and more annoyed with Mu Zihan, and specially invited Mrs. Mu into the palace, regardless of the lesson of splitting her head and covering her face.

Although Mrs. Mu is weak, she is a lovely woman, not to mention that the initiator of this matter is not her own daughter, so she quarreled with Concubine Zhen in the palace, and tore her face twice, which became more and more ugly.

Within two days, Mu Zihan handed an excerpt to Emperor Ruijing in the name of General Mu, asking to go to Jingzhen Nunnery to practice and pray for the country and home.

This fold will be delivered to the heavens, and Mu Zihan is already on the mountain. When Zhao Zhenyuan heard the news, she rode a fast horse to Jingzhen'an, and she stood at my door waiting for him.

Dressed in a blue dress, she looked haggard and her face was yellow, but she would be skinny in a few days, and she looked like a girl like a flower, almost like a person who was dying.

Rao is Zhao Zhenyuan was prepared to make her look frightened, and she couldn't hold back her tears at the moment.

Mu Zihan pinched the handkerchief and smiled at him reluctantly: "I can't tolerate sand in my heart, I know that you are causing harm, but if you don't want to hurt others, you won't be harmed, we are always fateful." ”

After saying this, she turned around and entered the gate of the nunnery, and the door was closed immediately, and Rao is Zhao Zhenyuan couldn't get in no matter how powerful he was.

He knelt outside the gate of Jingzhen Nunnery for three days and three nights, but he couldn't get Mu Zihan to come out of it, until he was sick and evil, and he fainted at the gate of the nunnery, and then he was carried back to King Wen's mansion.

From beginning to end, Mu Zihan never came out to take a look.

When he came to his senses, everything was already a foregone conclusion, and the things that were carried into King Wen's Mansion from the Mu Mansion were piled up in half a room, full of memories of Zhao Zhenyuan and Mu Zihan, and he cried like a child in those memories, but he couldn't do anything.

He knew that she was such a fierce person, but he didn't know that she would be like this, he knew that the Zhu family was deliberately teasing himself, and he did want to taste what it was like to be a man and woman, but in the end it ended up like this.

A woman like Mu Zihan is spurned in this era, but it is also her temperament that Zhao Zhenyuan can't forget, even if he obeys Concubine Zhen and marries the Bai family as a concubine and accepts the Zhu family as a concubine, even if there are a lot of women in his palace, but his heart has always been on Mu Zihan.

The year Zhao Zhenyuan ascended the throne and became the emperor, Mrs. Mu died of illness, Mu Zihan finally came down from Jingzhen Nunnery, she was wearing a plain dress, still yellow and thin, but her spirit looked fine, but he just glanced at it from a distance, his eyes were red, and his heart was like poking a hole, and he was in pain.

Mu Zihan returned to Mu Mansion to guard filial piety for a whole year, and there was a riot in the northwest.

Zhao Zhenyuan has only been on the throne for more than a year, and the power of the DPRK and China has not yet been completely stabilized, and he has no one to use for a while in the northwest riots, so he finally had to order Mu Zihan's father, General Mu, to go to the northwest to kill the enemy.

At that time, the Mu Mansion only had one elder General Mu, and only Mu Zihan and the weak Mu Li were left at the bottom.

After so many years, the first time Zhao Zhenyuan talked face-to-face with Mu Zihan was when she asked to go to the northwest with the army.

His eyes widened, he couldn't tell what he felt, his throat was so painful that he couldn't say a word.

Mu Zihan's face was calm, and he said slowly: "My father is a desperate person, if he loses his life in the northwest this time, my brother will have to be bullied in the future." Her eyes were clear, without a trace of emotion: "So, I hope the emperor will approve it." ”

Her kneeling and kowtowing posture was so regular that no one could find fault with it, and it was the trick he had told her when she was young.

Zhao Zhenyuan trembled his lips and asked with red eyes, "Tell me, what do you think?" ”

Mu Zihan seemed to expect him to ask this question, raised his eyes, met his eyes full of pain, and said in a low voice: "What the courtier's wish in this life is to wear battle armor and sweep the battlefield. ”

He couldn't bear to reject her only remaining wish, and only said, "As long as you come back alive, it's better than anything." ”

In the end, she not only came back alive from the battlefield, but also fought a beautiful victory because of her resourcefulness and good art of war, and the name of General Anguo came at that time.

He looked at her in armor with a smile, the whole person was in good spirits, and he returned with a bright smile, and his heart was finally comfortable.

But a year later, she got married, and the person she rescued from a border town in the northwest, surnamed Wen Mingxun, white and clean, and had good medical skills.

Zhao Zhenyuan asked her, "Are you happy with him?" ”

"Happy." There was a smile in her eyebrows.

Zhao Zhenyuan sighed: The past cannot be traced, as long as you are happy and happy, everything will be fine.

She is really happy, that person is good to him, although he is rich, but he is not humble at all, he is harmonious with her, and he also has a daughter, and takes in a righteous son, living in the small world of Mufu, it is getting more and more sunny day by day.

But such days only lasted a few years, and the war in the northwest began again, this time she wore a red general's armor and rode on a tall horse, followed by Wen Xun, she leaned over and picked up her daughter, kissed her on the cheek, and said reluctantly: "Mingshu, wait for my mother to come back." Only then did it go to the hands of his younger sister-in-law Liu.

She raised her eyes and looked at Zhao Zhenyuan, who had been looking at her on the city wall, and smiled, that smile was sunny, and it was even more exciting than many years ago.

He once said, "As long as you come back alive, it's better than anything." ”

She smiled like a flower and promised, "Okay." ”

But in the end, she didn't make it back alive.

That war was fought very fiercely, Mu Zihan rode on horseback, and the red tassel spear was a human life; Wen Xun led the military medical team to search for the surviving soldiers of our army on the battlefield, and he must be able to save one by one.

But in the end, Wen Xun couldn't save Mu Zihan in the end, he watched those bows and arrows fired from all directions, only at her alone, and he also quickly ran over to protect her behind him, but those poisonous feather arrows hit the two of them like raindrops, shooting them both together with the horses like hedgehogs.

Mu Zihan is dead, Wen Xun is also dead, the battle report is 800 miles and sent to the imperial case urgently, Zhao Zhenyuan spit out a mouthful of blood, pinching the battle report and not believing it, she obviously promised that she would come back alive.

But in the end, it was only a rotting corpse lying in the coffin, Zhao Zhenyuan personally stood outside the city and waited for her coffin to come back, and opened the coffin in front of her without any scruples, to check the authenticity.

But the corpse had long since decomposed, and when the coffin was opened, it only emitted a burst of stench and unbearable bones.

Just glanced at Zhao Zhenyuan's tears and couldn't stop falling, and said with trembling lips: "How is this good, you loved beauty so much when you were a child, how is this ......good?"

His hands also trembled violently, and he picked up the spirit snake sword inlaid with rubies in the coffin, held the sword in his arms, and cried even harder.

That sword was specially cast according to her preferences after he was engaged to Mu Zihan, and it took a lot of time and energy, representing his heart and affection.

That sword is also the only thing that Mu Zihan has never returned to him, and she has been asked to take it with her for so many years, even if she doesn't use it, she will take it out and wipe it from time to time, even if she dies, she will be buried with herself.