How many winds and rains in one night, blowing down thousands of flowers.

The story that began in autumn has gone through several dynasties of spring and autumn, but it can't reach the last midwinter.

The matter of love, the four seasons can be like the summer sun, simmering people's hearts.

It can also be like the bitter cold of winter, which freezes everything.

All her good things stay in the night of the ancestor worship trip, the post house, the starry sky, the small courtyard, and the hot spring.

Those vows that can last forever have finally turned into vain.

The next day, snow and rain were mixed and the north wind was howling.

After Su Shengsheng left the Xichang Imperial Prison, he did not return to the palace, but turned around and went to Baoyue Lake in the west of the city.

There are no festivals, and the shore of Baoyue Lake is cold and lonely.

Su Shengsheng came to the bay where the lanterns had been laid, and looked at it, with a cold and gloomy face.

Not long ago, with the token left by Wei Huaijin, she successfully entered the Xichang Imperial Prison and met the eldest brother.

And she once thought that this was a well-planned false accusation, but the truth was not groundless.

"I was just a thought at the beginning, and after listening to Gu Laishun's instigation, I had the idea of killing them all, but those dragon chairs and dragon robes are not mine, and the cellar has never been used since it was built, and I don't know why there are those things-"

"Imperial sister, you must intercede with my father on my behalf, and I will definitely change my mind and reform in the future!"

It turns out that coveting the throne and fratricidal is true.

In her heart, the eldest royal brother, who has always been elegant and elegant, also has such a ruthless side.

Born in the royal family, you really can't avoid the ruthlessness, you cannibalism by blood?

Whether it is the prince or the concubine, together with the ministers and chamberlains, they are only surrounded by the glazed gold tiles, the double eaves and heavy ridges, and the dragon chair in the Jinluan Treasure Palace.

Power is intoxicating, trampling on the bones of blood loved ones for the only seat.

So, what are the things of this world that are true and what are false?

It doesn't seem to matter.

And what she once believed in now seemed nothing more than wishful thinking and naivety.

Everyone just wants to see the final end, standing high today and begging for mercy tomorrow.

Today's endurance and humiliation are just to trample the other party under their feet tomorrow.

After Su Shengsheng returned to the palace that night, he came to Zhaoyang Palace.

I waited for half an hour before I was allowed to enter.

The moment the door opened, she saw the richly dressed woman with a noble look come out.

The woman held a little boy with an ignorant expression in her left hand, followed by the current celebrant of the first seat.

Su Shengsheng's footsteps paused slightly, and he wanted to walk in without squinting.

At this time, the little boy who walked in front took the woman's hand and wondered, "Queen Mother, who is she?" ”

Glancing at the young son under her knees, Queen Wang narrowed her eyes slightly, glanced at Su Shengsheng unhappily, and did not speak.

The woman who has always been good at hiding herself under the mask of no desire and no desire, now raising the prince is already magnificent.

"The son has seen the queen mother."

Stopping, Su Shengsheng saluted expressionlessly.

Queen Wang glanced at her, and said to Su Changyue unhurriedly: "This is your third emperor sister, Huai'an." ”

Five-year-old Su Changyue blinked, and then made a slightly alumsy salute, "Yue'er has seen the Third Emperor Sister." ”

At this time, Su Shengsheng's face was frozen, looking at Su Changyue's innocent and ignorant and slightly frightened expression, thinking that this child was also the blood of his father, but he was hidden in the closet and grew up, unable to sleep at night, unable to eat, and now at most he is a four-year-old child.

Thinking of this, she finally restrained her cold thorn and said in a low voice: "The imperial brother doesn't need to be polite. ”