The flames filled the sky, and thick smoke spread from Jinyun Palace, blurring the blackened sky.

He couldn't hear anything, and all his strength was drained. He wanted to save her, but he couldn't. The guards surrounded it layer by layer, and the palace maids knelt down one after another.

The moment she drew her sword, she was suppressed by the general's sword, and the distance between her and him was far more than that.

He watched Beiyu Jinchen run in like crazy, it turned out that no one could deceive anyone. He loved her, and he loved her.

"Whoever stops me again, I will be killed!" His voice was trembling, desperate, because his powerlessness in the face of this fire really made him feel that he was a waste.

With a plop, the Queen Mother knelt in front of him, and her face was already full of tears at this moment. "If you go in and mourn your family, you will die in front of you, and tomorrow, you don't have to go to court. Beiyan, let's die in the country! ”

She held the guard's long sword in her hand, clinging to her neck, and with a light effort, the blood was already slowly flowing out.

He stood still, the blood in his body clotting little by little.

The light of the fire pierced the eyes of the man, and the dancing flames mixed with the cries of the palace people, grew fainter and fainter until he could see and hear nothing.

"Prince Xuan is out!"

With a cry of surprise, he couldn't wait to open his eyes, and for a moment before that, he hoped that his rival could carry her out. He is willing to do anything, as long as she is alive, he will no longer trap her in the cage of the court, he will learn to let go and give it to others.

However, Beiyu Jinchen didn't take her out, and the moment he was carried out, Jinyun Palace collapsed.

It's all over, and he really can't find her anymore.

In this war for contention, no one has won.

"Hahaha......." he laughed maniacally, tears streaming out of his eyes, but the laughter never stopped.

No one knew that at this time, not only did his heart die, but his soul was also burned to ashes by the fire.

On June 3, the twelfth year of Deyuan, Concubine Jin passed away.

In the same year, after the abolition of the new emperor, he posthumously honored Concubine Jin as Empress Yongchun.

In July of the same year, the show girl system was abolished, and the harem no longer recruited new concubines.

Inside the Longcheng Palace, the heavy curtain blocked all the light, and the main hall was dim, and every place was filled with the smell of wine and decadence.

He said he wanted to protect her, but he hurt her, what is he doing, and what is the point of continuing to live like a walking corpse?

No one dares to enter the Longcheng Palace, everyone knows that whoever dares to disturb the new emperor will die.

But he hasn't been to the court for seven days, Beiyan is in chaos, Prince Xuan is blind, almost a wasted person, the emperor ignores the government and drinks all day long, Ling Ran and his wife look like they are in harmony, and they have been on sick leave for many days.

Whether it is related or unrelated, linking these things together, everyone in Beiyan knows that because of a Jin Guifei, Beiyan's politics were almost ruined, if it weren't for the strong support of Zuo Xiang, I'm afraid it would have been a mess long ago.

Li Mingquan was guarding the door of the Longcheng Palace, kneeling on the steps of the concubine, she was about to give birth in a short time, but at this moment, she was kneeling on the cold steps with her stomach up.

Li Mingquan sighed and said, "Niangniang, go back, the emperor won't see anyone, what's more, you are heavy, there is a mistake, how can the old slave explain to the queen mother!" ”

The dream concubine was stunned, and stroked her bulging abdomen: "Child, let's wait for your father to come out." ”

As night fell, the stars twinkled like a wonderful ring of Persia.

No one wanted to enjoy such a night view, and all the joy in the harem was swallowed up by the depression of the new emperor.

Meng Concubine was helped down due to physical exhaustion, and she glanced back as she left. The vermilion and blood-like door of the Longcheng Hall was tightly closed, and the distance from the twelve steps below the hall to the vermilion lacquer gate was a ravine that she could never cross.

She finally understood that there was only one person who could occupy the inner position of the new emperor, and from beginning to end, it could only be one person, just like Emperor Tang Ming was in love with Yang Guifei, without that person, he would have no soul.

For seven days he saw no one, ate nothing, and shut himself up inside.

Regarding all the portraits of Su Jin, he tore them up one by one, leaving no one.

He didn't close his eyes for days and nights, his eyes were bloodshot, but he couldn't shed a single tear.

He is the emperor of Beiyan, he can't give her happiness, he can't protect her life, he can't do anything, he can't even remember her.

What is the point of him being an emperor? He should have died in that pursuit a long time ago, she shouldn't have saved him, she shouldn't have made him fall in love with her, so that each other could live well.

The wind was blowing, and the white veils were flying, messing up the hall.

Everything in front of him was in a trance, and he seemed to be able to see everything, and it was as if he couldn't see anything.

The smell of wine is permeated with an inexplicable aroma, which is the fragrance of the first rain rose.

This should be all the unique scent of Su Jin, and the fragrance confuses the mind.

He sobered up a little, this kind of breath was different, not the kind of faint if-and-see-nothing, but deliberate incense.

Between the veils, a shadow danced.

The skirt swirls in the middle of the cold hall, and the wrist veil lightly wraps around the curtains.

This dance was something she had danced before, and at that time, she was just a little palace maid beside him.

He hurriedly ran over, and the shadow, as light as a butterfly, spun around to the other side of the hall.

The veil was like a mountain overlapping on top of each other, and he knew where the man was, but he couldn't see it clearly, and he couldn't reach it.

His heart was beating so fast, this figure was too much like her, even if it was a soul, he was willing to approach.

Walking slowly, the man had his back to him, dressed in pink and with long hair pulled lightly.

This outfit was the first time he had seen her.

She turned around, her eyebrows clear, and she could fall for it with a slight smile. She and her, there are five points of similarity, especially these eyes.

But she wasn't her, so he woke up instantly, and a dream was shattered.

"Minnu Qingqing, meet the emperor." She knelt down, her brows and eyes full of respect and humility.

is different, Su Jin does not have the consciousness of condescension in his bones.

He helped her up and said, "From today on, you will be called Nianjin." ”