After speaking, Emperor Joan of Arc did not answer. The woods were quiet again. The cold wind blew through the branches and made a rustling sound. A thin layer of snow fell down and hit the ground.

It's even more lonely.

Emperor Joan of Arc thought that such an exclamation was better than Wen Qingwu. How old is she, and at her age, she is the most lamented for these. "Flowers have a reblooming day, and no one is young."

As he walked through the forest with his hands behind his back, he suddenly felt like a plum tree growing here.

It breaks out of the dirt and takes root. Little by little, it grabs the nutrients of the earth and grows into a big tree.

Finally, grow old slowly.

It blooms every year, but it also grows old every year.

Time is gone, and the years pass.

"The sun is shining again, and the twilight is like a retrospective." Wen Qingwu took the exclamation of Emperor Zhende and said leisurely.

These words reached the heart of Emperor Joan of Arc, "Yes, the twilight is like a return." As he spoke, looking at the scene in the Merlin again, it seemed that there really was a sense of beauty.

This is not the beauty that ordinary flowers and plants or landscapes can match. It's a kind of regrettable loneliness. The sadness derived from these loneliness can easily make people express their feelings.

So I felt more and more beautiful.

An alternative beauty, with a desolation and solitude.

Wen Qingwu withdrew from these desolations and glanced at Emperor Joan of Arc who was immersed in his thoughts. After thinking about it for a while, he said softly, "The ancients said well, when they are happy with what they encounter, they can temporarily get themselves, they are happy and self-sufficient, they don't know that old age is coming, and they are tired, their feelings change with things, and they feel emotional." ”

She remembered that Taizong was unwilling to accept the days of old age, unwilling to face his old self day by day, and began to look for alchemy.

After taking the pill, how long can the days be? Since returning from Goguryeo, his body has deteriorated. Within a year, he died.

"Day by day, the passage of time cannot be stopped. It's better to live a good life today. Wen Qingwu spoke slowly.

Emperor Zhende nodded, agreeing with Wen Qingwu's words, "That's right, that's the reason." ”

Even Li Jianzhi, who was following behind Emperor Zhende, looked at this forest and felt very reasonable when he listened to Wen Qingwu's words.

He hadn't read a few books, and he was stunned for a moment, and the bare tree trunks in front of him also became smelly after Wen Qingwu's words.

Li Jianzhi was not the only one who was stunned when he heard this.

Emperor Joan of Arc walked ahead, he didn't speak, and the group didn't speak anymore. The woods grew quieter.

With no one around, Emperor Joan of Arc opened his arms and moved, "Where can I sit down?" His body was a little sore, and he wanted to find a place for Wen Qingwu to press him well.

When Li Jianzhi heard this, he leaned forward and said, "Back to everyone, there is a Tingxue Building in front of you, you can rest for a while." ”

"Lead the way." Emperor Joan of Arc spoke.

"Yes." Li Jianzhi responded, and then stepped forward to the front of Emperor Zhende's side, and walked towards the Tingxue Tower.

The group was quiet, so when they arrived in front of the Snow Building, the sound of the upstairs was particularly clear.

Li Jianzhi walked ahead, and his face changed when he heard this voice. He hurriedly turned around and hurried over, "Everyone, there seems to be someone up there." He said, his face pale.

Emperor Joan of Arc was behind, and he probably heard the voice, but he didn't hear it clearly. The voice was very muffled in the wind and snow.

"Get rid of it." Emperor Zhende glared at Li Jianzhi, as if he had heard something unbelievable, "They are the Heavenly King, and they have to let me give them a place." ”

"Yes." Li Jianzhi responded, but his footsteps did not move, and he looked at Emperor Joan of Arc very cringely, and then turned around.

For Emperor Zhende's orders, Li Jianzhi has always been very sharp.

This time it was different. The steps towards the Tingxue Tower were extremely slow, as if they had been filled with lead. Drag the past step by step.

When I got to the bottom of the bamboo building, the voice above was even clearer. The sound of glamour mixed with Shen Yin came into his ears, and Li Jianzhi wanted to cut off his ears.

If it was in the past, he would just let a little chamberlain go up to do errands. This time, he personally led the way, and he happened to be named by the emperor to clear the field.

Seeing that Li Jianzhi was slow to go up at the bottom of Tingxue Tower, and hesitated on the handrail of the only staircase, Emperor Zhende couldn't help but say impatiently, "Li Jianzhi, what are you rubbing?" ”

"Yes, yes, the old slave will go." Li Jianzhi responded, helped the ladder up, but just got up the ladder, he lifted his waist and muttered, "This old cold waist has committed it again." As he spoke, he went up another staircase. Just a flash of his waist, his body fell down the stairs.

Startled Emperor Joan of Arc, and even took the slaves and maids behind him to frighten.

The movement of falling down the stairs was not small, and this time it also shocked the people listening to the snow building. The sound of glamour came to an abrupt end, followed by the grinding of clothes and the cracking of the wine cup in a panic.

Emperor Joan of Arc raised his head and looked at the top of the bamboo tower. A little slave next to him stepped forward and trembled to help Li Jianzhi get up. But Li Jianzhi couldn't care about his loss of honor at this time. As soon as he got up from the ground, he saluted Emperor Joan of Arc, "It's the old slave who is reckless, please punish everyone!" ”

Emperor Zhende ignored Li Jianzhi and only raised his head to look at the top of the bamboo tower. The gaze is gloomy.

For a while, no one dared to speak.

The forest was quiet and quiet, only the sound of wind and snow.

After a while, an endorsement stretched out from above, the collar was still a little messy, and he said angrily, "Which bastard who doesn't have long eyes"

The angry shouts of the crown prince Li Zhen came to an abrupt end after his gaze touched Emperor Joan of Arc. The anger in his eyes turned into horror for a moment, but he was stunned for a moment, then turned around and ran down the stairs quickly, saluting Emperor Joan of Arc, "Father." He said, his voice tinged with panic.

Emperor Joan of Arc still had his hands behind his back, and his eyes swept over Li Zhen's messy collar. There are also loose buns, which are blown up in the winter wind.

Hearing that there was no movement, Li Zhen looked up at Emperor Joan of Arc, "Father? He whispered.

Emperor Joan of Arc still pursed his lips and didn't say anything, just raised his head and looked at the top of the bamboo building.

Li Zhen's legs weakened and knelt down, "Father! He said.

Emperor Joan of Arc withdrew his gaze, glanced at Li Zhen faintly, and then turned around and walked away with his hands behind his back.

The crown prince is his crown prince, and the disgrace is also the disgrace of him.

Wen Qingwu hung her head and followed, walking in small steps, not paying attention to the things around her at all. It was as if Li Zhen was air in her eyes.

Li Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could finish his breath, he heard a low cry from upstairs.

The man's whisper.

Emperor Joan of Arc's footsteps immediately stopped. Suddenly turned his head to look at Tingxue upstairs. At that moment, I saw a man quickly lowered his voice, and people didn't have time for his face.