On the twenty-third day of April in the twelfth year of Qiwu, Pillow Spring stood under the Xuanwu Gate and waited for Mu Beiyi.

It was the Xuanwu Gate where An Lingjun's well-dressed mound entered the city gate.

She stood there quietly, dressed in red, unable to bear the weight of the queen's costume, frowning tightly. At this time, she was thinking about life, old age, sickness and death, parting and reunion like a tsunami in her mind.

The overcast sky began to fall with fine raindrops again.

Pillow Spring wrenched when he saw the rain, which meant that the war in southern Xinjiang would still linger in the wet. It means that this fierce battle has not yet come to an end, and no one can sit back and relax. In fact, although she was heartbroken, she could still figure it out intermittently. Whether it is a war or a struggle, it is a drop of water in the long river.

Even the life and death of her An Zhuchun and Mu Beiyi are not exempt from vulgarity.

Thinking so, he watched the guard of honor approach the city gate. The marching procession marched slowly in the rain, they hugged the sedan chair of the Son of Heaven, and the long chariot of nine horsemen penetrated into the Xuanwu Gate on the thirteen-zhang wide avenue, and everyone was expressionless.

Pillow Chun took a deep breath, put on the queen's upright and reserved expression, and stepped forward.

The commander of the forbidden army turned over and dismounted, knelt on one knee with his robe, and arched his hand, "Meet the queen mother." ”

"What about Your Majesty?" Pillow Chun was a little nervous, folding his hands, trying to make his voice sound flat and steady.

- "I'm here. ”

A familiar voice comes to mind.

Pillow Spring followed the prestige, and saw that the emperor of the nine horseed carved dragons was opened. Mu Beiyi leaned out of it in a simple pure white robe, he looked at Pillow Chun with a radiant look, with a very doting smile, and his eyebrows raised lightly: "I didn't want to leave the battle, because you wrote the letter yourself, so I reluctantly returned." He chuckled lightly and said, "The king is going to mock me behind his back, how are you going to repay my military exploits?" ”

Pillow Chun heard Mu Beiyi's ridiculous words, so familiar, the breath in his heart relaxed, and almost immediately felt that the blood was flowing more relaxed. She also spoke more calmly: "Your Majesty." ”

Mu Beiyi hooked the corners of his mouth familiarly, gently lowered the curtain, and looked at Pillow Chun with a smile: "Eleven Niang, are you okay these days?" ”

Listening to him call "Eleven Niang", I felt more at ease. He hurriedly took a few steps forward, and smiled from the bottom of his heart: "The concubine is very good, everything is going well." Ben was still worried about His Majesty's body, and it would be even better to see that he was relieved to see this. ”

Mu Beiyi saw her floating in light veil, swaying gracefully when she walked. Under the big red drape, there is a slightly bulging lower abdomen. It's just that at that moment, the recklessness in Mu Beiyi's divine light disappeared, replaced by a kind of regret and regret for thousands of years.

"Your Majesty?" Pillow Chun looked at his stomach with his gaze, and said with a smile, "Your Majesty has been there when he left, and now there are days in April and May." His Majesty was fighting on the battlefield, and he was afraid that His Majesty would be distracted, so he did not tell him. ”

Mu Beiyi stretched out his hand and said softly, endlessly gently: "Come and touch." ”

Pillow Chun snorted lightly, and was about to go up with a smile.

Mu Beiyi's hand was stretched out, trembling imperceptibly. The damp breeze of late spring and early summer blew gently, and his narrow eyes narrowed, and his shoulders crooked, and he fell from the emperor's chariot and fell heavily on the bluestone slab.

"Your Majesty!!" Pillow Spring exclaimed, threw himself forward, and hugged him in his arms.

Blood poured out of Mu Beiyi's white clothes before and after, and it melted into the red clothes of Pillow Spring. It was the consequence of the fracture of the wound, and Pillow Spring was very familiar. Blood flowed like a torrent of blood, and immediately stained his clothes, staining the thin snow-white garment crimson. Pillow Chun shouted his name, but he didn't react at all.

"It's not good, why did you faint and faint?!" Pillow Chun was at a loss, and asked sharply towards the commander of the forbidden army, "Your Majesty is still talking to this palace just now?!" ”

The commander of the forbidden army had a solemn face, folded his hands on the top of his head, and bowed: "Back to the queen mother, Your Majesty has been suffering from this disease for some days, and it is serious every day." ”

"How is ......it possible," Pillow Chun muttered, "Your Majesty is still smiling, trying to touch the child in the belly of the palace!" ”

The commander of the forbidden army frowned tightly, knelt in front of Pillow Chun and did not dare to raise his head: "Queen Mother...... Have you ever heard of Flashback? ”

Watching a person's life slowly fade before her eyes was like watching quicksand slip through her fingers was too torturous.

Rather than be in such a situation today, Pillow Spring would rather wait for his clothes to come back.

The lights in the warm pavilion of the imperial study were very dim, and Zhu Chun sat in front of the window, his mind very heavy.

Mu Beiyi was indeed infected with tetanus, and he began to have symptoms on the way back to Beijing. He himself is extremely clever, and he knows it in his heart.

Tai Hospital also presented several partial recipes, such as fragrant ash water, wall corner leaves and other mysterious medicinal materials. After boiling for a few days before, he poured it and fed Mu Beiyi to drink, but his head did not improve, and Pillow Chun himself doubted it. It's not that he's bad, it's just that he doesn't wake up much most of the day. Occasionally waking up is also very clear, to see the excerpts, to talk to the pillow spring, and even to say that you want to go to the court.

Pillow Chun didn't let him go. The old men in the court were very angry, and they didn't have to burst their wounds again.

It's just that he is so careful, Mu Beiyi is still getting weaker and weaker, and the medicine stone is useless. Later, gradually, it took a lot of effort to speak.

The wound on his abdomen and back did not heal, but deteriorated day by day. The sturdy body of the prime year seems to have been worn away by the rapid passage of time, and it is getting bleaker and bleaker. Pillow Chun took the pain-relieving potion, dipped it in white silk and gently wiped it for him.

Mu Beiyi suddenly put away Pillow Chun's hand and said in a low voice: "That's it, I didn't have to stain your hands." ”

Pillow Chun was stunned, but his face was smiling, and he only twisted the handkerchief and went to dip it in the decoction. She joked: "Your Majesty used to be very spirited, and he was the only one in the world, why do you still feel sorry for your concubines today." As he spoke, he took his hand and scrubbed the scar from his abdomen.

Mu Beiyi was also speaking and gasping lightly for weariness, frowning and saying, "That's it, that's it." ”

Pillow Chun was not embarrassed, and only took his hand back. She brought the rice porridge and came over again, blew the spoon gently, and persuaded: "Your Majesty can't be temperamental in everything, you weren't like this before." The decoction has to be used, and the warm tonic must also be eaten. Hurt your muscles and bones for a hundred days, take good care of them, and you will be better in a blink of an eye. He laughed and fed the spoon to his mouth, as if he had been coaxing in the old days, "Ah." ”

Mu Beiyi refused this time.

Pillow Chun put the spoon back, seemed to complain softly, and said with a half-smile: "Your Majesty doesn't take medicine, and he won't rest." If you fall ill, and your concubines will serve you for decades to come, are you willing to do it? ”

Mu Beiyi frowned and thought for a while: "Reluctantly." Shaking his head as he spoke, he suddenly asked her, "Eleven Niang, have you ever loved me?" ”

Pillow Spring was stunned for a moment, and continued to blow the white porridge that was already cold thoughtfully. After a while, she said, "I have loved it." ”

Mu Beiyi smiled suddenly, this is the first and only time that Pillow Spring has been soft in his heart. He said, "When and where? ”

Pillow Chun put down the soup porridge, sat next to the sickbed with his skirt on, and thought for a while: "It's probably when Your Majesty is in high spirits." ”

"You're lying." Mu Beiyi laughed at himself and coughed twice.

Pillow Chun's voice was soft, and he diverted the topic without a trace: "Not really." We didn't meet well, in the red walls of this imperial city. If you are outside, what does your majesty want to do? You like to ride a horse and read books, and you like new and dangerous things and things. Concubines like to paint, like to sleep lazy, like to eat and have the same comfort. We can open a private school, you teach riding and archery, I teach calligraphy and painting, is that okay? ”

Mu Beiyi fell into deep thought, and Shaoqing said: "Then what is the name of our private school?" ”

"Hmm......" Pillow Spring also thought about it seriously, "Is Zhiwei Zhai okay?" ”

"It's not good, it's like the name of a liquor store."

Pillow Chunwaner: "Life in the world is like eating a banquet, and the concubines never feel that it is best to be blindly happy." When you eat too much sweet, you want to taste spicy, these are human habits. In this life, I can experience many sad and painful things with His Majesty, which is the creation of concubines. ”

"You can always forgive the past."

"Otherwise, it's too bitter." Pillow Spring is half smiling, half serious.

The two of them folded their hands, and the sound of blood flowing under the texture could be heard. Heaven and earth are silent.

Mu Beiyi smiled disapprerovingly and coughed suddenly. As soon as he coughed, the wound began to bleed again. Pillow Chun took a handkerchief to cover it, but Mu Beiyi said, "No need." ”

Pillow Chun insisted and said, "Why don't you have to, wipe carefully to get better faster." ”

"Such an ugly wound." Mu Beiyi suddenly sighed.

"This is Your Majesty's flesh." Pillow Chun gently closed his eyes and held back the sourness in the corners of his eyes, "The gods, Buddhas, immortals, and saints still have clay sculptures." Your Majesty's body used to be very good-looking, with long shoulders and a tall body, then it was very good. The concubine still remembered that General Ji once said to Yulan that the scars on people's bodies were the marks of coming. Your Majesty, you see, the scars on the concubine's body are everywhere because of you. This may also be regarded as a trace of our meeting, and now His Majesty also has a scar, and we are all the same. ”

"It won't heal anymore."

Pillow Chun frowned when he heard this.

"What's the name of our child?" Mu Beiyi asked again.

This was difficult for Pillow Chun, she had never thought about it, and turned her head to think: "What does Your Majesty think is good about the male and female poetry scriptures?" ”

"You can take the name of the sage, or you can take the name of the mountains and rivers. From the bosom, from the water. ”

Pillow Chun said half-angrily: "That makes the concubine don't know how to play." Didn't you hear that when you choose a name that is jealous of the country and officials, you can't take mountains and rivers, hidden diseases, livestock and coins? ”

Mu Beiyi said: "The mountains and rivers are good, the green waters and green mountains do not change, and they will last forever." If you listen to this child's name, you should know that my soul is in the stars, flowing with the great river, and will not decay or dissipate. ”

"Your Majesty will live forever."

Mu Beiyi's divine light flickered, and he suddenly stood up, his breath smoothed slightly, and said, "I, I have a gift to please you." ”

"Oh?" Pillow Chunying laughed, "Concubines like to receive gifts. ”

"Guess what."

"Hmm...... Pillow Chun pointed to his chin and thought before he said, "Food, play, or clothes and jewelry?" ”

Mu Beiyi's hand, which appeared to be more clear due to the emaciation during the illness, held the hand of the pillow spring coolly: "The living are passers-by, and the dead are returnees." If I give you clothes and jewelry, you will not remember me. The dim candle flame reflected Mu Beiyi's face, illuminated into the color of gold paper, and plated him like a statue of a god at the moment, with deep eyebrows.

Pillow Chun only looked like he didn't understand, smiled faintly, and gently clenched Mu Beiyi's hand: "You are a little sick and confused, how do you need to remember, you will be fine if you see it every day." ”

"Eleven Niang." Mu Beiyi called her again, because of the shallow rise and fall of her tired chest, "I have done many things in my life, some are proud, and some regret it." He sighed softly, his eyebrows and eyes rubbed a little gently by the light, "What I regret the most now is that I don't have time to devote myself wholeheartedly to a person." I owe the ...... of the world"

"Your Majesty." Pillow Chun clenched his knuckles, not daring to listen.

Mu Beiyi raised his finger and pointed to a few cases outside the screen: "The gift I gave you is in that drawer, you can take a look." ”

"Hey." The pillow spring skirt got up, and rummaged through the back of the screen.

The candles crackled and danced, swaying with a swaying brilliance, shining brightly in the warm pavilion.

She had secretly looked at the drawers of several cases, and there were Mu Beiyi's "little rags" hidden in them. Pillow Chun opened it with trembling hands at the moment, and the first thing she saw was the scroll of holy decrees that she didn't have time to open. It rested there quietly, as if waiting for the pillow spring to read.

Mu Beiyi said slowly behind the curtain, his voice calm: "It's that scroll of holy decree, I prepared it before I set out on the expedition, and I was ready to show it to you when I came back." It's too late, so let's take a look. His voice became weaker and weaker, "Eleven Niang, I sometimes dream back...... Back in March of that year, the summer when I first met you. There is a long sky of autumn twilight, and there is a wave of green water below......"

"Hmm." Pillow Haru carefully pulled open the scroll against the dim candle flame. Mu Beiyi's heavy handwriting and the seal of the jade seal covered with red clay.

…… Under the door, I Shao Yingjun's life, Fengtian Shunyun, now Shangcang to the queen An's gift, to participate in the government...... Today, the concubines of the inner palace are dismissed, those who give birth to heirs will be vassals, and those who have no heirs will be given a thousand gold to return to the provinces...... When the five sons are the princes, the husband and wife are the same body from now on, and the affairs of the inner palace are only Huang Yuaner......

Pillow Chun's tears blurred his eyes, and he couldn't see the small handwriting clearly, only the sound of water droplets falling on the ground.

His move is tantamount to dissecting her heart and liver, only Huang Yuan Gonger.

"Mu Beiyi, why do you have to do this...... Dismissal of the harem...... Why do you have to ......" Her tears slid down her jaw and wet the ink, "I'm a mortal, and I have a selfish heart. In this life, in this life, in this life, I can't lie about this thing...... But Mu Beiyi! You're an emperor, I understand, I understand it's all you can give...... It's me, I'm so stubborn......"

I don't know whether it was remorse or panic, a kind of melancholy that hit the heart occupied the mood of Pillow Spring. Pillow Chun threw the scroll of holy decree in the fire, and staggered to his feet: "If time turns back, I can ...... with you"

Pillow Spring stumbled, tears in his eyes, lifted the curtain and called Mu Beiyi's name and walked in.

He had been lying there quietly, his face gentle, as if he had fallen asleep.

The stars fall, and the world is silent.