Under the howling cold wind, the palace is now shrouded in a shadow of defeat, and the majestic magnificence on the surface cannot hide the loneliness and gloom that it reveals from its bones.

The crown prince's first expedition was defeated, which was a huge blow to the entire Great Yan.

Since the news of the defeat at the front line, the emperor's condition has worsened, and he is like a standing mountain that suddenly falls, and at this time lying on the bed, even breathing seems to be laborious.

Yun Qixi has been walking to the palace for several days in a row, paying attention to the emperor's condition.

"Your Majesty, victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, and you don't have to worry too much. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will definitely sum up the lessons and strive to fight back next time. ”

Her words were comforting, how could Shan Ye not understand, and sighed heavily.

"My own son has a few catties and a few taels, and I know that Dayan has been brilliant for so many years, and everything will flourish and decline, and he will eventually die."

As the emperor of a country, he has seen how majestic Da Yan was when he was at its peak, and he had fought countless victories when he was in the royal conquest, and now he is sick in bed, listening to the news of the defeat, one by one the cities are lost, and the territory of Da Yan is shrinking little by little, what kind of powerlessness is that. I'm afraid only he can experience it firsthand.

Others will also sigh and sigh, but they are not as strong as the emperor who sits on the throne at the moment.

What can you say about Yun Tanabata? In many cases, this may be predestined by God.

If Concubine Hui was not the widow of Daiguo, if the emperor had never suspected Shan Liancheng, and if the crown prince he set up was Shan Liancheng, would all this be different?

However, if that is the case, will the fate between her and him be gone?

So she is still grateful for all this, and let her meet him in the dark, and these twists and turns make them fall in love step by step in the process of suffering together.

"Tanabata." Shan Ye suddenly turned his head with an eager expression.

Yun Qixi looked at his excited appearance, as if he had something to say, and immediately leaned over.

"Your Majesty, I'm here."

"Qixi Festival, I want to draw up a holy decree, and you let Liancheng take it to Nuzhou."

Yun Qixi nodded, "Okay." ”

You Wanshan and Yun Qixi worked together to help him to sit down in front of the desk, and You Wanshan hurriedly brought him a cotton robe to put on.

He looked at Shan Ye's weak and struggling appearance while grinding ink, and his expression was a little sad.

Shan Ye, who was dressed in a cotton robe, coughed twice with his left fist in his mouth, dipped the pen in ink with his right hand, and the pen fell tremblingly.

Yun Qixi stood aside, watching him finish word by word, and there were two sentences that gave her a great shock.

"Ai'er Shan Cong, leaving home at a young age, I think of it, my life is not long, and I look forward to the return of my son every day."

Life is short, and I look forward to returning every day! It is a holy decree and a father's endless longing for his son.

He is an emperor, a father, and a person, even if he can control everything, he can't prevent death from coming, what kind of helplessness is this.

After helping Shan Ye back to the bed and lying down, he called You Wanshan.

You Wanshan hurriedly responded, "The slave is here." ”

Shan Ye's eyes looked vacantly at somewhere, and he sighed for a long time before he said slowly, "It's cold, send some charcoal to the cold palace, and in addition, put two warm clothes for Concubine Rong." ”

Concubine Rong is the woman who cuckolded him, and now he still thinks about her, probably because of guilt for his son.

You Wanshan listened, and felt very sad in his heart, "Yes." ”

When Yun Qixi came out of the Chengqian Palace, You Wanshan asked cautiously, "County Lord, the emperor's body ...... him?"

She glanced at him, so many things have happened these days, not many people really care about the emperor's body, some people even wish he died earlier, You Wanshan has been loyal all his life, his concern is true. The emperor is ill, and he even looks a lot haggard.

"The emperor's body will not be in danger of life for the time being, and he may be able to see Shan Cong."

You Wanshan's old eyes were red, and he nodded with tears, "That's good, that's good." ”

wanted Shan Liancheng to send the holy decree to the front line, that is, the emperor tacitly let him expose the fact that he was still alive, and tacitly admitted that the emperor had the crime of bullying the people in the obituary of King Jin.

She could no longer be separated from him, and if he wanted to go, she would go too. The only thing that worries me is lily of the valley.

But does she still have someone to trust?

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In a blink of an eye, a year has passed like this, and it has been a year since Concubine Rong entered the cold palace unconsciously.

In a year's time, her mood has long calmed down.

Although the cold palace is cold, there is also a tranquility and indifference isolated from the distraction, and she has forgotten the taste of warmth.

If there is no warmth, there will be no comparison, and you will not feel that life is difficult.

Concubine Rong sat on the bed, wrapped her body in a shabby quilt, the window paper had been blown by the wind, the cold wind swept into the house, wreaking havoc, the whole house was like an ice cellar, before it snowed, it was already cold like this, if it snowed, it would not be able to live.

Concubine Rong wrapped the quilt tighter a little more, but it was still useless, probably because she was getting older, and she was really getting more and more freezing.

Thinking of an old word, Concubine Rong pulled her chapped lips self-deprecatingly. It's only been a year in the cold palace, probably because the year of surviving the cold palace is comparable to ten years outside.

The cold palace has always been a forgotten existence, and no one cares whether the people in the cold palace are dead or alive.

However, on this day, the door of the cold palace creaked open, and footsteps rang out from outside.

Someone actually came to the cold palace, aren't they afraid of the cold?

After a while, the door of the house, which had fallen into disrepair, was pushed open from the outside, and the wooden door full of cavities hung from the door frame.

The woman standing at the door was so gorgeous and noble, compared to Concubine Rong, who was sitting on the bed and wrapped in torn cotton wool, she looked so sloppy.

The noble woman's eyes were as sharp as two cold sharp knives as they shot past.

What did she mean by those eyes that wanted to eat her? She's already like this, won't she let her go?

This cold palace is dirty, messy and cold, she really didn't expect that the noble figure to walk in step by step, don't you think your shoes are dirty?

"Slut, this cold palace tastes good, right?"

The queen stood not far from the bed, looking at Concubine Rong curled up on the bed with disdain.

Concubine Rong looked at her incomprehensibly, and almost subconsciously replied.

"It's fine."

"Are you alright?" The queen's tail voice rose, and a cold glow flashed at the bottom of her eyes, "What's good?" Have you been waiting for your son to pick you up? ”

When it came to Shan Cong, Concubine Rong was no longer calm, and stared at her angrily and hatefully.

"My son has been driven away by you, what do you want?"

Seeing that she finally had mood swings, the queen raised her chin and smiled lightly.

"Actually, about this matter, Bengong regrets it a lot, regretting that he didn't kill him at that time."

Her voice was deliberately soft, with a smile on her face, but the words she only said made people feel chills in her heart.

Concubine Rong gritted her teeth and glared at her, "You vicious woman." ”

"Vicious?" The queen swept her eyes coldly, "Who is more vicious, who caused the miscarriage of the child in the womb of the palace back then?" ”

Concubine Rong's eyes turned red because she was holding back a wave of hatred.

"Back then? Do you still mention that year? Cong'er was just an eight-year-old child back then, and you deliberately caused that accident, and you still mentioned it back then? How much did the emperor like Cong'er back then, you were afraid that Cong'er would threaten your son's status, and it was you who used the child in your belly to force the emperor to drive him away, he has been gone for so many years, don't you still want to let him go? ”

The queen snorted coldly, "It's not that Bengong refuses to let him go, but he never gives up his ambitions, Bengong has already seen it when he was a child, he is an ambitious wolf, and now it seems that it is true." He actually led the armies of other countries to attack Dayan, and he was really a good son of the emperor. ”

"What did you say?" Concubine Rong stared at her in disbelief.

The queen glanced at him contemptuously, "Your clever son brought soldiers from other countries to attack Dayan, hmph, you must know, how can little Urdan be the opponent of Dayan, and he can't do anything about it." ”

Concubine Rong suddenly lifted the quilt, rushed off the bed, rushed over and grabbed the queen's clothes, like crazy.

"You are not allowed to hurt him, you are not allowed to hurt him."

The queen pushed her away in disgust and kicked her in unison.

"He was the one who provoked first! But don't worry, I'll give you a chance to collect his body. ”

"No, no."

Concubine Rong's tears were rolling down, and her emotions had completely collapsed.

If there is anything else she cares about in this world, it is her intelligence.

After a few struggles, she knelt down in front of the queen.

"Queen Mother, I beg you, let my Cong'er go, spare him a life, I only have him. He will not pose a threat to the crown prince, I will let him go far away and never come back, just beg you, just spare his life. ”

The queen looked condescendingly at the unkempt woman kneeling in front of her.

"Let him go, why?"

Concubine Rong cried and kowtowed desperately, "Queen Mother, I beg you, as long as you let the prince let Cong'er go, let me do anything." ”

"Oh? Can you do anything? Finally waiting for these words, the queen gently hooked her lips.

Concubine Rong raised her head, as if she saw her Cong'er in despair, and nodded tearfully, "Yes, let me do anything." ”

The queen nodded and chuckled, "Okay, then you can decide it yourself!" ”

Looking at the white silk that the palace maid threw on her lap, Concubine Rong's body shook and her expression froze.

"For the sake of your son, you'd better keep it clean and don't cause any trouble to the palace." The queen's cruel voice sounded faintly.

Concubine Rong trembled and stretched out her hand to pick up the white silk and slowly stood up.

"I'm living in this cold palace like a year, it's not interesting to live, I can make my own decisions, but I hope the queen mother will keep your promise, otherwise, I won't let you go even if I am a ghost."

Concubine Rong put down her cruel words, and her red eyes were full of hatred, unwillingness, pain, and a little distress and expectation when she thought of her son.

The queen looked at her no more, turned and walked to the door, leaving her with a cruel and indifferent back.

Concubine Rong's shabby shoes stepped on the wooden bench, and tears flowed from her empty eyes.

She is not afraid of death, she just regrets that she didn't see her son for the last time.

Son, you must live well!

Hearing the sound of the stool falling in the room, the queen smiled coldly and walked out of the cold palace with her head held high.

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