Zhaotai, which originally meant a bright high platform, was originally named this palace to mean yearning for light.

She knew that his heart had always longed for light, and that was because he knew darkness better than anyone else.

I remember when she first came to Zhaotai Palace, she felt fresh about everything here, and the winding stone bridge of the gallery was quiet.

She smiled in surprise whenever the first rays of the morning sun shined through the carved lattice, through her soft curtains.

At that time, he slept quietly beside her, so well-behaved, like a child.

Jiang fainted for half the night and woke up to find that he had been placed on the couch and fell asleep. The blood-soaked dress has been replaced by the palace maid, there is no brazier and earth dragon in the palace, and the quilt is as cold as ice.

There were no lights or curtains in the hall, and the moonlight through the lattice windows barely brought light to this dark world.

She lifted the quilt with difficulty and went down to the ground to look for shoes, but she couldn't find them. She felt severe pain in her lower back and legs, and she couldn't sit still for a while, and rolled down from the side of the bed. She rolled on the ground a few times and finally stopped, and the chill of the bone marrow gradually penetrated from the green brick floor.

The moonlight reflected on the face, making the complexion more and more pale.

She crawled with difficulty, gradually using up and down the little strength she had put together all her body. Without the protection of rights, it is so difficult to walk in the palace, even an inch.

She didn't know how long she crawled, and finally lost consciousness. She felt a chilling pain spread from her hinterland, like small insects intently gnawing at her texture, eroding every inch of her flesh and skin.

Cold sweat broke out on her forehead and back, and her limbs became lighter and lighter, and she felt more and more weak. She fell into a deep sleep with her head down.

There was an ethereal sound of music in the ears, flickering near and far, like a palace banquet on Chinese New Year's Eve during the first emperor's period. She wore a small pink cloak, and her snow-white hair stood up, and she was led by the aunts of the palace to meet the emperor and the empress.

The first emperor said that her appearance, and such a talented and intelligent family, are the most compatible with his Jinglin. She stared at the little boy wearing a purple and gold crown and a flat gold flower robe on the emperor's knees, and her eyes were full of strangeness.

Father also thinks the same, Jiang Taishi often said that his daughter is so outstanding, she must believe in the pride of heaven like the king to match.

But she didn't, she didn't have the slightest hint of looking down on him in her heart.

The first emperor was so eagerly looking forward to her answer, but she pursed her lips and only said: "The emperor has praised it falsely, His Royal Highness the King of Faith is a noble man, and the quality of the courtier's daughter Puliu really dare not climb." ”

The first emperor didn't say anything, but there was some displeasure on his face.

She really didn't look down on King Xin, because one of her hearts was stolen by the silent King Jing.

The feast had already begun for a quarter of an hour, and Nan Jingpei walked into the main hall, he was so obscure, but he was full of energy. She loved him, from the first sight.

She lay quietly on the ground, and could vaguely hear someone talking outside the hall, I don't know who sighed lowly, and someone opened the door lock in a hurry. The door was divided to the left and right, and the moonlight poured down unscrupulously like a flood that opened the floodgates, and the ground was silvery white, bleak silver.

He walked in like that, walking steadily, just like at the banquet of the first emperor back then, he was obviously a quarter of an hour late, but he still strode in with a meteor.

"Ying Qiu......" he cried out in a lost voice, and then squatted down and held her up.

She was hugged by a person, and suddenly lost her mind, and looked at it in a daze for a long time before she saw that the person was him. It's him! It turned out to be him! She thought he would never come to see her again, but he came.

He came, with a look of pity in his eyes.

Concubine Xian smiled sadly, and there was a chill in her smile, which was three points colder than the cold moon in winter.

What else is he coming to do?

He didn't even have pity for her, even her Jiang family, even her children, at this time, she was ruined, like an old dress that had been discarded, she had nothing, but he came with his pity.

He only called her name in a lost voice, and there was no second word.

She smiled wryly, and there was a limit to his mercy.

"Are you here to see my jokes?" She looked at him with red eyes and a sad look.

He was stunned, as if stung by her blood-red eyes, and slowly lowered his eyelids, dodging so weakly.

She shook her head: "Actually, I know everything. ”

His eyebrows frowned slightly, he didn't know what she was talking about, just looked at her silently.

"I know, I know from beginning to end, I know that you have been lying to me, your sincerity is fake, but I am so stupidly expecting that everything you say is true."

"Ying Qiu, I'm not ......" he wanted to say but stopped.

She turned her head hatefully: "I almost killed the only love of your heart, and you also took everything from me, and we were even." ”

"Ying Qiu, you listen to me." He stroked her cheek and said word by word: "Actually, I have never deceived you, never. ”

She raised her head in surprise and struggled to gather a trace of concentration, and looked at him carefully, as if she had never known the man in front of her.

"I loved you, I really loved you."

The voice came and went, like a misty cloud in the mountains, and she reached out to caress his face, but she threw herself into the air, and her arm fell to the ground, hurting her fingers. His figure vanished suddenly, and she looked up to see the distant night and the stars.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, what kind of weather is it?

She woke up suddenly, only to find herself lying on the ground alone, half of her body numb. She looked up, but all she saw was the closed palace door and the dark shadows.

There is no moon and stars, and there is no distant night sky.

Perhaps, there are still some, but it's a pity that those beautiful ones no longer belong to her.

It turned out to be just a dream of Nanke.

He didn't come, perhaps, in this life, she couldn't wait for him to come after all.

She smiled bitterly, she did a lot of evil, and the Jiang family also fought against him everywhere, he would never forgive her again, never.

Most of the furnishings in the room had been removed, except for a few thin gauze tents, a bed, and a lonely set of tables and chairs.

With all her might, she tore off the curtain from the bed, tore it with her teeth along the weave of the weave, and knotted it into a sturdy rope. She dragged over the stool and looked up at the thick beams, and then upward, rows of fine, thick tiles.

She dragged over a chair and tossed the knotted rope over the beams. A little bit of dust fell on her cheeks, so light and stale that it fell on her face and itched slightly.

She finally tied the rope in a knot.

With a bang, the yellow rosewood Taishi chair was kicked to the ground, she only felt that her neck was firmly clamped by a force, there was no choice, there was no room to stop halfway, as if she was the Jiang family, no matter how much pain the Jiang family had to endure, she couldn't choose.

Her mouth opened slightly, and her tongue stuck out.

She died, or rather—delivered.

"Ying Qiu!"

Nan Jingpei woke up from her dream, and fine and dense cold sweat oozed from her forehead.

Shen Yunzhen also sat up and held his shoulder: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?" ”

He glanced at Shen Yunzhen before he remembered that he was by her side.

He hugged Shen Yunzhen and said softly, "It's okay, I just had a nightmare." ”

Shen Yunzhen lowered her eyes slightly, although he didn't elaborate, she probably guessed the dream.

Nan Jingpei held his forehead, his heart was panicked, and Jiang's figure kept echoing in his mind. She was dressed in plain clothes, holding a newborn baby in her arms, and her plain white clothes fluttered in the wind, blowing and dancing. She stood alone on the edge of the cliff, looking at him with such sorrow and solemnity.

When I dreamed back at midnight, I heard the sound of knocking on the cloud board on the corner tower of the palace, so urgent, like a judge urging his life. Shen Yun's heart sank, and she also knew that Concubine Jiang Xian was afraid that something had happened.

Nan Jingpei hurriedly got up and got dressed, and saw Donglai walking into the hall quickly, and leaned over: "Your Majesty, the one from Zhaotai Palace has already gone." ”

He was stunned, and a pair of hands holding clothes slowly drooped down, so powerless, so depressed. He was silent for a long time, but he still picked up the garment and slowly put it on himself.

He had already put away his sorrow and changed it to the usual fierce color of a monarch: "I know." ”

Donglai also wanted to ask about Jiang's funeral ceremony, he wanted to know what kind of etiquette should the daughter of a self-committed criminal minister be buried, and where should she be buried with such an identity?

But Nan Jingpei's expression was so solemn, Donglai didn't dare to ask again, and quietly retreated.

Nanjing Pei thought for a while, unbuttoned the clothes he had already woon, he was wearing only a bed coat, and slowly sat on the edge of the bed.

Shen Yunzhen pursed her lips and hugged him from behind.

"If the emperor feels pain in his heart, why don't he send her on the last ride in person?"

Nan Jingpei shook her hand and gently pressed it against her heart. Her palms were warm and would melt his already frosty heart.

"She hurt you like that, almost took your and Yuan'er's lives, shouldn't you hate her?" He asked.

Shen Yunzhen leaned lightly on his back and smiled indifferently: "The concubine hates her, but the concubine sees the emperor's heartache, and she can't bear to fall into the well." ”

The pimple rope was still hanging from the beam, and there was a strange smell in the hall, and Nan Jingpei stood outside the hall for a long time, and finally made up his mind to step in.

It was another glorious afternoon, and the sun shone through the carved lattice window on the wall with various colored glass ornaments. The glittering ornaments suddenly reflected a brilliant light, and everything was so peaceful, as if she was still there.

Nan Jingpei brushed over an ebony moire square small kang table and sat down slowly.

He remembered that she liked to sit here and watch Liuli the most, and now that he sat in her place, he faintly understood this hobby.

She has been weaving a brilliant dream for herself, but this dream is so illusory, like fragile glass. She may have known that he was telling the truth was false, but she had been deceiving herself.

Nan Jingpei was a little stunned, she wouldn't have lost so badly, but it was a pity that she fell in love with him, but he didn't fall in love with her.

"Bury all these things with her, as well as those in the Yushan Yulin Pavilion." He let out a long sigh.