Chen Ajiao was playing Go with Liu Ling in the West Palace, although her face was indifferent, she was still a little worried in her heart. Liu Ling brushed the chessboard and sighed, "If Gillian is not at ease, go and take a look." It's better than someone who isn't here. ”

She was stunned for a moment and smiled bitterly, "I still care." "Put down the chess pieces and be distracted. I didn't want to go over to see how the two of them got along in the main hall, and I didn't want to sit here with a long sigh, so Huo Ran got up and said, "Ling'er, accompany me to ride a horse." Liu Ling knew that she was not happy in her heart, shook her head and said, "Forget it." Go out and breathe yourself. ”

She led the horse from the palace stable to the palace on her own. The palace people didn't dare to stop each other, and hurriedly reported to the main hall where the emperor was. Yang was proud to hear this, and didn't dare to slack off, so he hurriedly opened the curtain and came in, and said softly in Liu Che's ear: "Your Majesty, Empress Chen has ridden out of the palace." ”

At that time, Liu Che was putting down Zhao Yingmei's hand, Zhao Yingmei was kneeling very close to the emperor, so close that he could see the delicate dark stitches on the hem of the emperor's crown robe, and faintly heard what the man said in the emperor's ear, and there was the word queen. His Majesty smiled lightly, and smiled faintly, the smile on the corner of her lips, if she was not mistaken, there was a taste of half joy.

A heart suddenly sank slowly.

Her father was a guard at the imperial gate of Weiyang Palace. After her mother gave birth to her, her father was punished by the palace for some reason, and he was appointed to the Yellow Gate, and finally died in the imperial capital Chang'an.

It was the bustling Chang'an in my mother's mouth.

When she was a child, she often heard her mother talk about the most beautiful and solemn Weiyang Palace in the world in distant Chang'an. The rouge washed by the concubines every day can dye the Weishui crimson color, like peach blossoms. My father said to my mother with a smile. The mother was a strong woman, and since she had lost her husband, she told her daughter everything that her husband had said before his death. In the hope that the daughter can have more impressions of her father.

And she grows day by day, and the flowers and the moon look like a hundred miles. No one else can do it. And growing up with her beauty is her scheming.

She longed for the palace that her father had in his mouth. It's just that if she wants to break in, she won't use the status of a slave like her father. If you want to do it, you will be the master of that palace. With such a flower-like face, she wants to die in the countryside willingly. It's too hard.

How could a mother who could raise a daughter like her be a simple woman? Before coming, her mother stroked her face, her expression was cold and hard, "I don't believe it," she gritted her teeth and said, "Queen Chen is already as old as she can compare to my eyebrows." ”

Yes, she's just past the age of Jilu. The youthful aura makes her beauty show off in every inch of her skin. And Empress Chen. I heard that Shang is two years older than His Majesty.

No matter how beautiful a woman is. At this age. It's long overdue.

She never thought that His Majesty would look down on her.

In order to set foot in this palace. Let Your Majesty have a glimpse of her beauty and appearance, their mother and daughter have lost their lives, made a big gamble, put on such a grand gimmick, paid too much price, and if nothing is collected, what will wait for them to end?

The light shining in from the palace gate left a dark arc on His Majesty's side face, and the ruthless elegance smiled faintly: "Since you are so proud, follow me to find the queen of the earth." Yang was stunned and called, "Your Majesty, how to deal with this woman surnamed Zhao?" ”

Zhao Yingmei knelt in the hall in embarrassment, listening to the emperor indifferently and looking down at her, her eyes were as black as the bottom, and she said coldly: "This woman is a deceitful and deceitful king, and she will be taken down by the army of the period gate and given death immediately." Shocked, he burst into tears on the ground and said sadly: "Your Majesty, how dare the people's daughter do this? "The face is pale, the pear blossoms bring rain, and people pity it. Why, Liu Che didn't have any intention of moving, and sneered: "What? If you don't dare, don't you question my will. --Small--Say--Net"

When he didn't see this woman, Liu Chexin had already moved to kill. A people's girl drives the ground to move, and it can be seen that the mind is by no means simple. And since he can't accept it, he will cut down the grass and eradicate it. Otherwise, although the Han Dynasty is stable under his rule at this time, if this woman is used by someone with a heart, the name of the strange woman from the sky will not give birth to something.

As an emperor, he has always preferred to kill by mistake rather than let one go. "And," Liu Che muttered, "then Peng Tong is talking nonsense and giving death at the same time." In a few words, he disposed of the lives of the two people, and left without saying a word.

Chen Ajiao rode a horse all the way to the Yellow River, galloped on horseback, and didn't care about the guards who followed behind her, only to feel that the wind and frost in the north were blowing on her face, and the people were in good spirits. And all the bitter vitality that was lost by injury and illness is back in this happy gallop.

But after a while, I heard the sound of the waves of the Yellow River, and gradually sounded in my ears, and when I saw the surging Yellow River. Stopped the horse and laughed dumbly.

Why be so sentimental? And let the water of the Yellow River wash away all the gloomy blocks in the bosom. There were many magnificent sights in this world, but her heart was too restrained to see them.

And this era is too early, the Yellow River has not been as turbid and turbid as it was in later generations, and it roared forward. The sound of the Yellow River was so loud that she couldn't hear the sound of horses' hooves, but suddenly her heart moved, and she turned around to see a large group of people galloping from afar. The first horse rode a horse, and the coat color was jet black. And she was slightly startled when she saw the man on the horse.

Apart from him, who travels and lies down with so many people?

She just said that she wanted to let go of her heart, but at this time, she couldn't help but have joy in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows. The smile was so beautiful that Liu Che was almost obsessed with it.

The accompanying guards grabbed the reins in Qi Qi thirty meters away, and Liu Che was the only one who urged the horse forward and stopped beside her.

"Jiaojiao," he smiled, "I'm actually very happy that you finally have me in mind." ”

His voice was not light, but the Yellow River was close at hand, and the sound of the waves covered his voice, so Gillian didn't hear it too clearly. But looking at his expression, the smile can be guessed

Thirteen years, from the reunion in the sixth year of Yuan Shuo to the first year of Yuan Feng, it has been a full thirteen years.

In the past thirteen years. She has been watching him come and go coldly, pampered and humiliated, and there is no joy or sorrow. Finally, after thirteen years. Learned to care again. Even if it is far less concerned than when I was a teenager, I am completely obsessed with each other, but we both know its meaning.

After all. If she didn't have love for the man in front of her, why did she care so much?

She asked silently, "...... you?" ”

After asking half a sentence, he suddenly stopped. After all. He's already here, and there's no need to ask anymore.

However, Liu Che seemed to know what she meant, and said lightly: "Jiaojiao won't see her again." A faint cruelty flashed in his eyes. Gillian was stunned for a moment, then realized and said, "Why bother? ”

The woman was too ambitious, but she didn't sin to death.

But she's not too kind of person. What's more, if you think about it, you can understand what Liu Chedi meant. Liu Che's imperial dignity made him unable to tolerate the courage to calculate other people. Not to mention the calculation. It's no longer a simple woman, hoping to be pampered.

The Yellow River was turbulent, and the guards in the distance could not hear them. It's them to each other. Be louder to hear each other. Liu Che simply rode his horse closer. An arm stretched out and carried her to him. The black steed beneath them neighed. Wagging his tail as if he was dissatisfied with the weight he had added to his back. However, Gillian was extremely light, and he felt that when he picked her up in the air, his hands fluttered lightly and effortlessly.

"Liu Che," Gillian quietly snuggled in Liu Che's arms and called softly, but at this time, they could hear each other's voices, and Liu Che listened to her: "You see, the Yellow River is turbulent, once it hits the shore, thousands of miles of countryside will be destroyed." Man-made disasters can still be avoided, but natural disasters cannot be done. In the face of natural disasters, human power is actually very small. ”

Liu Che was silent for a moment and said, "I believe that everything is possible. Even if the work of governing the river cannot be completed in my hands, there will be descendants for eternity. I believe that the inheritance of the Great Han Dynasty will one day be resolved among me and Jiaojiao's descendants. ”

She smiled brightly in his arms, and knew that the matter of governing the river would not be properly solved even after a thousand years. But this man is always so confident. Self-confidence shines on him with a brilliance that no one else can hardly match.

Liu Che said slowly in her heart, since you can come to my side at this time. Then I can also take a little back. From now on, I will truly treat you as my husband and my king. To you and to you...... Believe in you.

I look forward to waiting until we are white-headed to think about the time of this life again, what will we never forget?

Is it the injury of his youth or the unending wind on the banks of the Yellow River today?

At that point, maybe even the hurt can be remembered with a smile.

As long as you live up to me, I will never live up to you. Once there is harm, it cannot be erased. I can't erase them either, but from now on I will keep them in my memory, and as long as you don't lift them, I won't look at them.

Let's see if time will blur the memory, shall we?

Life is getting old.

The horses they sat down walked slowly along the banks of the Yellow River, their steps steady. Behind him, dozens of feet later, countless guards slowly embellished the emperor and queen who protected the Han Empire.

Yes, the emperor.

She relaxed herself and leaned gently into Liu Che's arms. Liu Che's mind is very broad, making her believe that if there is a storm, he can protect her. How strange, all the turbulent waves of her life came from this man, but at this moment, she inexplicably felt that he would block the wind and rain for her.

I suddenly remembered a poem I saw in an ancient book when I was young, and the mountains have trees and branches. "Che'er," she suddenly thought about and replied, "Shall I sing a song for you?" ”

He lowered his head slightly, looked at her smile and said slowly, "Okay." ”

The wind on the Yellow River blew slowly, blowing away her slightly messy beauty. She thought about it for a while, and slowly came up with a tune, and her voice was clearer.

"The green Qi Shui Yijun has grown up as a relative; The worries of the heart can only be sent by the wind. ”

She has heard too many love songs in her life, and in the end, she still chose one with ancient meaning. That year, she traveled through thousands of years of time and space to this antique dynasty, who had never expected it. Will this be the end?

"The examination plate has been in the stream for three years and three autumns; It's a pity to be nameless, and I'll come back today. Grow old together. Death and life are not broad; Under the moon, the shadow is three; The millennium has passed. Waking up from a dream is emaciated. ”

From the bank of the Yellow River, all the way to the past, reckless, all plains. In early summer, it is full of green and vibrant.

And she gradually believed in the karma involved in fate.

"The green cypress boat rises. Go with the waves; It is also a pan and does not remember the five states. ”

When she was forced to fall into the whirlpool of fate, she also refused to accept it. Why should there be one person in the world? And there is no right or wrong choice at each turning point. There are too many variables buried in life, just let your mind make choices, and then. Carefully manage your choices.

As for the ending, don't worry too much.

"Please join me in the desolation of the heavens. The wind does not cease, and it takes away all sorrow. Hearing the old days, the past is a dream, and the people in front of you don't let go. ”

But so. She still hopes. There is a happy ending. You can grow old together, and you can not remember your sorrows. OK...... Never separate.

And that's what hope. Isn't it too greedy?

But some miracles always exist only if someone believes in them first. She raised her head in a peaceful warmth, and along the Yellow River, far ahead, there seemed to be a shepherd boy playing a song, slang, but full of joy.

If one believes in joy, one will be much happier.

And the most beautiful story of the Han Wu Dynasty settled in this song.

Volume 6: The song is over

A few things: First, as of today, the six volumes of the main text of "The Hate of the Golden House" have ended. The rest of the part that is placed on the monthly subscription has an epilogue and a side chapter.

Second: Zhao Gouge, I originally planned to throw it to Liu Ju or Liu Dan. (I don't want her to get involved in my family, Mo'er, but then again, Gillian doesn't want this daughter-in-law, and her ambitions are too big.) As for the ending now, I suddenly thought of it when I wrote yesterday's chapter.

It's not worth dying, but that's how I'm done. Tell your roommate that this is called a triple jump that completes the course of life in one day, and skips it in between from the first day to the last day. In other words, you asked me less than ten times in one night, why can't you forget the ending of Zhao Goge? Serious expression of resentment.

Third, many people are skeptical about the alchemist in the previous part. I don't want to write next time.

Fourth, as for the song quoted at the end, I searched for the lyrics today, and it is likely that there is a copyright issue. I'm really dizzy, and I'm in a hurry to write it first. Let's deal with it slowly. (Doubts about the tortoise degree).

Fifth, about the epilogue.

A lot of people say that you still have this and this is not written. Then I'll throw it to the end with a wave of my sleeve.

So the number of words at the end is worrying.

I originally wrote this epilogue as Chen Ajiao's extraneous fan. Take a look at the rest of my land to know how good I can be at the number of words.

So I'm going to spend more time writing my epilogue. Tomorrow will stop the day after tomorrow. But I'm not trying to procrastinate, in fact, I think it's better to have an end in one go.

The last chapter of the text is called "A Song of Pure Songs"

And my epilogue is called "The End of the Floating Life"

The floating life has come to an end...... Yes!

The day after tomorrow, I should have more words than I usually do in a day.

And this is the epilogue of my first long article, and I want to write it carefully and slowly.

Finally, there is the recommendation ticket.

There are only two days left. I want to see how many people support this book and support me.

Hopefully it will be more than half a thousand tomorrow. (Speaking of you, 5oo on 5oo, you have to be ingenious to say half a thousand owe a beating!) ）

I wish you a happy day.

May this story of mine accompany you through a pleasant half a year.