He is the only one in the huge palace, and he is a lonely man worthy of his name.

The courtiers in the court were not without persuasion, but the emperor's stubbornness in this matter was distressing.

He moved the dormitory to the outer wing of Boyun Xiaozhu, and seemed to be waiting for someone who would never come back to come back.

The autumn wind carried a slight coolness, and since Xi picked up the palace, the entire Boyun Xiaozhu has quieted down, leaving him alone.

The two rows of willow and poplar trees in the courtyard have withered yellow leaves, and they are already hugging trees.

Ning Chi sat in the porch.

He had gray hair and looked up at the sky.

There are thousands of clouds in the sky, just like all living beings on earth.

Ning Chi smiled, and he didn't know who he was talking to: "I also have gray hair now, are we considered to be white-headed and old?" ”

The courtyard was empty, and no one responded to his words.

Ning Chi knew, his little general would not answer him.

She never said a word to him after that last sentence.

She still hated him so much that even the last sentence was a sharp sword.

The bones of the little general were buried at the border, and that was the battlefield she had always wanted to go to.

Ning Chi lowered his eyes and looked at the folding fan in his hand.

This is the folding fan that she hurriedly left when they met in the palace.

Ning Chi never left her body after she left, but she never opened it either.

The fan bone has a warm color, which is the only way to look when it is long and held in the hand.

He didn't dare to look at such a dashing and wanton word, and every word seemed to remind him of what he had done to this person.

It was getting late, and Ning Chi went back to the outer wing.

At night, the candlelight is dim, and the red wax tears condense into a quiet lake in the candlestick, burying all the endless past.

In the dream, Ning Chi returned to the time when he was the fifth prince.

At that time, he had just learned that he was engaged to General Wen's only daughter, and although he had never seen this woman named "Wen Xianjiu", Ning Chi still had a strange feeling in his heart at that time.

He was alone in this world, and it was as if he had suddenly had someone who belonged to him.

Ning Chi was very curious about what this person looked like, so when the emperor assigned the prison army to go to the border, the fifth prince, who had always been obscure, asked his father for an errand in the court for the first time.

Emperor Jing didn't know what he was thinking, so he happily agreed.

The fifth prince of that year drove for more than ten days to the border, and along the way he read the book in the carriage, but he couldn't read a page.

After arriving at the border, he finally met his future wife.

The man was wearing an iron helmet, looking at him condescendingly and contemptuously, handsome and unscrupulous, with a cold and clean temperament all over his body.

Ten thousand horses of sunshine seemed to favor her in particular, pouring on her armor as if she were draped in gold.

The river with the warm sunshine on her body flowed slowly into his heart.

In the dream, she is still young.

A spear, an iron helmet, unruly.

The iron horse glacier is the eye, and the mountains and rivers are the eyebrows.

Tears slowly crossed the corners of Emperor Wen's eyes in his sleep, and finally drowned in his hair.

The following year, Emperor Wen died and passed the throne to Prince Yu's son-in-law.

There is a strange stone tablet in the imperial tomb.

On the left side of the stele is the name of Emperor Wen, but on the right side there is not a word, as if waiting for another name that will never be engraved with him.

The two rows of poplars and willows in Boyun Xiaozhu still dance silently with the wind and have never changed.