I still have a lot of things to do, and a lot of people I want to meet.

I kept going back on everything that had happened today, and I regretted that I shouldn't have gone into this courtyard, and that I might not have been in such a hurry to come back that I wouldn't have met this person—

When I was in the yayuan, I should go and say goodbye to Shangguan Yan, even if I didn't say anything, it would be good to stand with him in the cold wind for a while, and see him more......

I don't know which glance will be the trick to say goodbye, but I definitely didn't expect it to be so soon-

I can imagine their expressions when they found me, my body may have been cold, and my face showed the gray of a dead person when I met Aunt Lian.

How sad should Xia Xia be, what about Song Lingjian and Han Sanxiao? Will stand quietly on the side, Song Lingjian must have cursed me in his heart, paying the price for his stupidity, Han San smiled - I can't guess what he would think in his heart.

What happens if I die? Will there be a legendary bull and horse face to take me? Will it lead me down a very gloomy Yellow Springs Road?

Then, at the end of the Yellow Spring, will there be a father waiting for me? Those who died, Lian Xiao...... Aunt Lian...... Will I run into Yunqing? Will you see the Lantian aunt who died early and is similar to me? What should I say to them? ……

But I was still in the dark, there was no sound, no temperature, no wind, and the silence was suffocating.

I was afraid of the dark since I was a child, and at night I loved to light the night light everywhere in the house, and this absolute darkness made me extremely afraid.

It seems that there is a lot of time for me to regret the current result, has Yunqing been trapped in this static time and space, and reflected on his long-lost conscience? So what do I have to reflect on? Overflowing with compassion? Too easy to trust others?

How am I going to explain to my dad that I have ruined the life he is trying to protect?

I don't know how long it took to regret myself like this, but in the darkness, suddenly a little light turned on, and the light flickered, so small in the endless darkness, but so eye-catching.

I was about to walk towards the light, but suddenly the light zoomed in on a little bit, as if it was automatically approaching me, so that I could see it clearly.

The light stopped at about five feet and illuminated the surroundings in a circle.

A square, dark roll table with two stacks of folds neatly stacked on top of it, stacked high and high. There are two large ink inkstones on the left and right of the table, and there is a piece of stationery in the center, and only a few words can be vaguely seen written on it. There was a man sitting at a roll-up table, his head on his leans as if resting, draped in a huge hat, and he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman. But the table and furnishings make people feel extremely masculine, like a study of politicians and the like.

On the edge of the rolling table, a thin man was lighting a lamp. He was the one who lit the lamp and lifted me out of that terrible darkness.

The man lit the lamp, looked at the sleeping man, and then looked over to see the words on the stationery on the table—

The sleeper suddenly lowered his hand on the crutches and sat up straight.

The man took a quick step back, pretending that he was fiddling with the wick and the candle was jumping, and the man was probably so weak that his hands trembled.

"I'm asleep?" The man in the hood spoke, and it was a deep woman's voice.

"Minions deserve to die." The man's voice was gentle, and timid sounded pitiful.

The woman waved her hand, as if still in some dream before she woke up, and as her back straightened, I saw a dark gold dragon embroidered on the flowing silk of her garment.

"The night wind is cold, the princess should go back to the palace to rest." The man was concerned.

Princess? Which princess of which dynasty and which generation? Aren't all princesses dwelling in palaces as gorgeous as day, and maidservants are like shepherds? But the princess was so cold around her.

I tried to see her clearly, it was too far away, the light was too dim, there was only one silhouette, but her gestures were so masculine that people mistakenly thought she would be a very strong man.

She leaned back in her chair, picked up the letter on the table, and read it again.

"The minions are waiting outside." The man put down the core needle and consciously bowed his back and stepped back.

"It's not a big political matter, it's okay." The princess raised her voice slightly, sonorously and forcefully, and her voice was slow, as if she was thinking about something with every word she spoke.

The man stopped retreating, still bowed, and said softly: "It's not a political matter, the princess might as well go to bed early, and it's not too late to take care of it tomorrow." ”

The princess straightened up and said softly, "Waiter, do you know why I keep you by my side?" ”

"The minions are stupid and don't dare to guess."

The princess said, "You are not stupid at all, and the smartest thing about you is that you never ask questions." A person who has too many problems in one person will inevitably be upset. ”

"The princess is right."

"Come here, sit down."

The man bowed down and sat down in front of the table.

"Have you ever heard the story of the princes of the Zhou Youwang Beacon Opera?"

"Yes."

"Destroy the king's power and uprightness, and smile for Bo Bao, do you say he is stupid or stupid?"

The man said: "King Zhou You loves beauties but not the country, so he is naturally stupid for a royal emperor." For the politicians of the Inner Dynasty, it is naturally foolish to destroy the king's golden order for a woman's laughter. But who can really tell if stupidity is stupid? ”

The princess smiled undeniably and turned her head to look out the window at the night sky.

"The slave is humble and the princess is smiling."

The princess leaned on the chair and said in a low voice: "Whether it is stupid or stupid, it is true that no one can decide, the princes of Youwang and the princes, since ancient times, it has been a joke, a precept for politicians." ”

"The princess is in charge, and she has always been true to her words, and she is better than countless emperors and emperors. Compared with the mediocre and tyrannical king, the princess has outperformed half of the young people. ”

The princess lowered her head and said quietly: "What about the world?" As a woman, who doesn't want to be able to smile at the city, and be able to frown and change the ripples in his heart......"

"Princess ......"

The princess raised her head and looked at the dark moon outside the window, although she couldn't see the look on her face, it made people feel very lonely.

"The princess has changed." The man said lightly.

The princess sneered: "Then is this change good or bad?" ”

"The relatives are painful, but the enemies are fast."

"What about the waiter? Are you a relative or an enemy? ”

The man thought for a moment and said softly: "The princess's life is the princess's own, and only you have the right to decide how to move forward." ”

The princess said, "Isn't that what you want the most?" The bladeless removal of the armor gave me a soft flank and scruples. ”

"Isn't the weakness in the eyes of others the armor in the princess's own heart?"

The princess raised her head and seemed to be smiling: "Stand down, this palace has to think about it." ”

Her voice trembled slightly.

The man bowed and retreated, and the light jumped quietly in the hall of Nuoda, but it could not illuminate the face of the person in front of the table, and her deep heart.

The princess's back is still, and the lights have stopped jumping, like a poignant portrait of a lonely lamp and a lonely shadow.

This legendary woman may not have a stunning appearance, but she has a resourcefulness and mind that countless men can't match, the wisdom of a decisive choice between life and death, and the spirit of a king who can't hide it, and what is she pondering?

"Woo woo woo ......"

I heard the cry, my liver and intestines broken, and the image in front of me was still still, as if it was accompanied by a sad echo of this loneliness.

This is Xia Xia's cry.

Xia Xia! Is she back? Found me? Xia Xia don't cry, call Song Lingjian, quickly call her to save me, maybe it's still too late, it's still too late......

The picture in front of me fell and disappeared like sand, and there was a crushing sound like raindrops falling to the ground.

The sound was so realistic that I couldn't help but look up, and in the dimness there seemed to be a lot of drizzle falling from the end of the endless darkness, and I reached out to catch it, and the raindrops passed through my palms and disappeared into the air.

Not far away, the candlelight lit up again, and I quickly turned my head to see a lonely grave, two white candles, and a man kneeling in front of the grave leaning over and wiping the tombstone.

The light wind and rain rattled the candle flame, and the man slowly propped up the umbrella open to the side, and gently inserted the umbrella on the side of the tombstone, as if to cover the annoying wet rain for the dead under the monument. He didn't care about getting wet on his back, but he placed his only umbrella on the grave, and the person under the tomb must have been very important to him.

I was touched by this wordless tenderness.

Who can get the tenderness of someone's voice after the oil is out? If there really is such a person, it will not be in vain to come back to the world.

This lonely grave stands between a pile of bamboo forests, the tablet looks expensive, not like ordinary people can afford, the surrounding grass and trees are also cleaned up neatly and cleanly, which is also decent, but how can the grave of the big family be so simple? Anyway, there will be some pavilions and pavilions of the mausoleum to accompany, no matter how bad, there must be a rain eaves, how can you stand alone in this wilderness?

* Got up, staring at the tombstone in distraction, perhaps remembering the old friendship and the voice of the deceased.

"Jing'er is very good, Shangguan Bo sent him out of Shangguan Mansion, it's okay, you don't have to be angry with that slut in Yunqing. I know that your well is the only one you can't rest assured about, but unfortunately I can't help you with anything. Although Shangguan Ji does not agree with you, he still takes care of his own heirs, and Jing'er is better in him than in Shangguan Mansion. I will teach him more martial arts, as well as some of the insights on the art of war that you wrote during your lifetime, and I will slowly pass them on to him. ”

I remember this voice, gentle with some pity, that is, the man who added a lamp to the princess!

As if he was talking to the deceased, he took out a pot of wine from the basket, poured a glass, sprinkled it lightly on the ground, poured another glass, and drank it all.

The tomb was silent, the candle flame was soft, and the ground suddenly dimmed, and was ruthlessly extinguished by the drizzle.

The man quickly took out the fire fold from his arms, and was about to kneel down to renew the candle, but suddenly stopped moving, and then threw the fold to the ground fiercely!

"Why, why are you so stupid! Why did you choose this path and let yourself die so desolately? Why?! That's all you put down the switch to? Is that all? You have to give birth to this son, but without you, without your protection, he doesn't know how long he will live! You stupid woman! Stupid! His voice was trembling, he was not worth it, he was not worth it!

The rain came suddenly, and it seemed that the dead were crying silently!