She summoned his attendants into the palace to drink, and the man was handsome and gentle, and he looked quite like him when he was younger. The man was always smiling and smiling when he drank with her, but he seemed worried when he left.

"What are you afraid of, if the prince wants to blame, he is also looking for me, what does it have to do with you?"

"I'm afraid that the prince won't kill you, only me." The man was his attendant, and naturally had some speculation about his thoughts.

"It's okay, you can push it all on me." She raised her glass in a dashing manner and drank it all. Sure enough, the gossip spread quickly, like layers of tide, which was bound to annihilate her, and even the palace attendants began to whisper occasionally, not to mention the fingers of the concubines, but he never took any action.

She tore a pile of love poems into snow chips and wanted to throw them out of the window, but her handwriting was not as good as his, and her painting was not as good as his.

I suddenly thought about the silk fan when I first got married, and the two peacocks are also old, but because it is a painting, I still have to reluctantly cling to each other until I am crushed or turned into ashes.

She went to the inner hall and opened the red sandalwood suitcase, and found the yellowed silk fan, but she heard his footsteps approaching quickly, thinking that he was finally going to settle accounts with herself, so she hurriedly hid the silk fan behind her, and looked up proudly.

Unexpectedly, he smiled a little: "Fang et al. (Xiao Fang et al.: Xiao Yi and Xu Zhaopei's eldest son) has completed the construction of the city gate, which is very successful, he is not only brave and good at fighting, but also smart, he is really our little hero." If there is another son as wonderful as his, I will have nothing to worry about. ”

"yes, how can one be enough." She laughed, but tears fell: "But as soon as the prince said this, there are concubines who have your wish for you, what is there to worry about." ”

"They did it for me? There are many people who will grant your wish! He jerked his face down, anger all over him, and took a ball of paper from his cuff and threw it at her.

"The prince is angry?" She smiled subtly, her teary eyes staring straight at him.

"Hmph, do you think I'll care about you?"

"I'll just say, how can the prince understand my pain." She smiled, turned to close the light gauze carved door, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a dull yellow on the floor tiles, was it the dough fan?

It was as dark as the waning moon. When Xiao Fang waited for the news of the defeat and drowning, neither of them cried, only stiffened with a wry smile, turned around, and walked against each other - they all knew each other, and the last love string in their hearts was broken.

"Princess, it's not good!" The maid came running with a panicked face. She was holding the jug and pouring it into the pond to see if the fish could get drunk: "There has been no good thing in this palace, why make such a fuss." ”

"Wang Guiji gave birth to a little son."

"What am you doing with me?" She didn't even bother to frown.

But she has been unconscious, and the doctor said, there is no help. Now it is rumored in the palace that you poisoned her and murdered her. Go and explain it to the prince. ”

"Explain?" She threw the wine jug, directly picked up the wine jar next to her neck and drank a few sips, and muttered dejectedly: "Explain what, it's good to have a lot of misunderstandings...... The inexhaustible mood of the heart, the continuous love ......"*

"Princess, the prince invites you to the main hall." The maid looked at her worriedly: "I have also prepared a ginjue." ”

"Look at this formation, it's going to kill me." She smiled contemptuously and turned to walk out the room. It was a sunny day, and the garden was fragrant and warm, so she slowly walked down the corridor and leaned over the stone well to watch her shadow.

The well water was faint, and the warm sun reflected a pale golden halo, and she remembered a spring day many years ago, the warm embrace that only belonged to her, and the vow of the end of the cape lingered in her ears—

"Let's just say that half of his makeup has completely withered, and I won't have time to see him." She sighed lightly, took off the jade pendant that had been hanging on her waist for thirty years, and smashed it by the well.

The maid was stunned, she had already made several deep cuts on Hao's wrist with the broken jade piece, and blood gushed down.

"Princess!" Amid the screams of the crowd, she tumbled and fell into the well. There was a muffled sound, and he only felt a scorching thunder behind him, and he trembled for no reason.

"Lord, princess...... She threw herself into a well! He couldn't speak, but hurriedly followed the attendant to the garden, with a pale face, and barely spit out a few words: "Quick, save people!" ”

"Lord, the princess smashed the jade pendant before throwing herself into the well, and cut her wrist, she will definitely not survive......" The maid wept, and her blood was splashed on her sleeves.

His eyes were red with dripping fresh (blood), and he staggered forward, picking up the fragment of the jade pendant and holding it tightly in the palm of his hand.

Her body was salvaged, and her pale cheeks were no longer proud, angry, and contemptuous, but they were as calm as they had never been, but the blood marks on her wrists were so hideous that a burning anger burned in his heart.

He reached out and touched her cold cheeks, a weird smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and suddenly roared: "Xu Zhaopei, I cut off the relationship between husband and wife with you, and return your free body, are you satisfied!" It's your wish! Three years later, he became a hero in troubled times, ascended the throne as emperor in Gangneung, but did not canonize the queen, until the defeat (war) of the city was broken, and the throne was still vacant.

On the day of the fall of the city, he lay in the long yellow sand, looking at the gray sky, and there seemed to be snowflakes floating in front of him, as if on that cold but beautiful winter day, he finally married the one he longed for.

The delicate and lovely face under the silk fan reappears in the bottom of my heart, and does the dry bones next to the Wagong Temple still have residual thoughts?

The peacock flies southeast, wandering for five miles. On the day we first met, if I had drawn another picture, would we have had a different ending?

"Let's have a little hero, shall we?" But their little hero was buried in the water, and there was no body, just like their love, buried in the bottom of their hearts, floating and sinking, every time they thought they were dead, but they were haunted by their dreams...... He closed his eyes, and suddenly remembered the night she was drunk, and asked her what she was doing, and she muttered.

The words that I didn't hear clearly at the time rang clearly in my ears.

"Ayi, what else can I make trouble? Naturally, it's to make trouble for you......" He fumbled, took out the broken jade piece from the placket, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it fiercely: "Xu Zhaopei, I really died alone when I broke my oath." But I also want to say that if there is an afterlife, I will still marry you, even if it is a lifetime of resentment and entanglement. The story ends here, and the long smoke and dust of history continue to be blurred - some historical sources say that after Xu Zhaopei's death, Xiao Yi made "/Woman Qiu Sifu" to describe her (lewd) behavior.

However, in this article

"Wanderer" refers to the wanderer,

"/woman" is the woman of the wandering son, in the text

"Advocacy" does not mean (prostitution) prostitution, and the whole text does not mean ridicule, but is tactful and melancholy.

"The autumn wind blows, the autumn leaves fly, and the spring flowers fall. Spring is still coming, and the guest will never return. The last sentence is even more sad and melancholy, if it is really written for Xu Zhaopei, I am afraid that it will be unbroken and sad.

Some people also say that Xiao deduced the "Golden Building" to describe his (promiscuous) behavior, but "Golden Building" is clearly the doctrine of the hundred schools of thought

The academic works of the "Zi" Department have established Xiao Yi's status as a talented man in the history of Chinese culture. I always feel that the few words in the history books can't tell their lifelong affection.

In addition to his literary achievements, Xiao Yi's painting skills are even more exquisite, and no one among the emperors of the past dynasties can match it, and his painting of "Gong Gong Tu" is not only an art treasure, but also an extremely precious material for studying the tributary history of ancient China.

However, his original intention of painting is no longer known...... Of course, all this is just the conjecture of one of my spectators, and the story of more than a thousand years ago was originally an unsolved case and a ruined dream.