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The mountain wind suddenly became stronger, and Yushu turned his head, his eyes a little wet. [Full text reading. 】

"Mother? What's wrong with you? ”

Yushu smiled reluctantly and said, "It's okay, I'm blinded by the wind." ”

As he was talking, he suddenly felt that the wind was much quieter. Yushu raised his head suspiciously, only to see a tall back standing upwind, just in front of their mother and son. In front of him was a cliff, and the man stood in the wind, the corners of his clothes blown by the wind, and the white snowflakes hovered around, and although he stood so close, it seemed as if he were thousands of miles away, and no one would ever be able to come close.

"Mother? Mother? What's wrong with you? Yong'er saw that she was stunned, and cried out a little anxiously.

Yushu knew that he was out of shape, so he quickly turned his head and said, "It's okay, Yong'er, kowtow to my father." ”

The child glared, "It's already knocked." ”

Yushu nodded, put the last string of paper money in, then bowed three times and stood up.

"Are you alright?" A deep voice sounded in front of him, and Yushu lowered his eyebrows and nodded hurriedly. Yan Xun said: "Then let's go together." ”

Where did Yushu dare to object, he still nodded honestly and agreed.

Yan Xun stepped forward, took Yong'er's hand, and asked with a smile, "You can ride a horse?" ”

More than a dozen guards ran forward, some in the back to pack up the sacrificial vessels, others on the left and right sides.

Yong'er often goes in and out of the palace on weekdays, and Yan Xun has always been kind to him, he is not afraid of life, holding the hand of the most powerful person in the world today, tilting his head, and saying with a bright smile: "Yes, Uncle Jiang taught me, but I am still too young to ride a big horse, only a small pony." ”

Yan Xun smiled and said, "Your father didn't know how to ride a horse when he was your age, but you were better than him." ”

"Huh? Are you sure? Yong'er was stunned, her eyes widened stupidly, and she asked, "Father is so stupid?" ”

Yan Xun smiled happily when he heard this: "Your father can do anything else, he is proficient in poetry and well-read, but he can't ride a horse, and his equestrian skills are still learned from me." ”

"Wow, isn't the emperor my father's teacher? Can the emperor teach me? I want to ride a big horse, I don't want to ride a foal, and the pony that Uncle Jiang gave me is too lazy to even run, only walking in small steps. ”

"You're too young to teach you how to ride a horse, but I can teach you something else."

"What else will the emperor do? Do you fight crickets? ”

"I'll know a lot."

"The emperor brags, the red-headed general I raised was invincible all over the palace, and even the mighty green-headed king of the second prince was bitten off a thigh."

……

On the narrow stone steps, two people, one tall and one short, walked in front, chatting while walking, and they were happy. The wind and snow are right and left, but it doesn't seem to be able to intervene between them.

Yushu followed behind, looking at their backs intently, thinking in a daze, if the prince was still there, maybe it would be like this. Maybe I will take Yong'er out in my spare time, talk about some other friends' troubles when they were young, and then brag about how smart and martial they were when they were young, maybe, that's what it looks like.

She suddenly felt a little sad, although she was a simple woman, she only knew how to take care of her husband and raise children, but she was not completely ignorant of outside things.

Over the years, especially in the last two years, the princes in the palace have been born one after another, but I have never heard how much the emperor loves which son. Subconsciously, Yushu also understands that when the Yan State was first established, the regimes of all parties were still unstable, and there were small-scale wars in the north, and Da Yan promised before the queen married into the Yan State that the emperor of Da Yan must be the son of the queen, so even if the queen has no children at present, the emperor cannot be too close to other sons, so as not to arouse the suspicion of the government and the opposition. After all, in the court now, the old ministers of the Song Dynasty still have a certain amount of power.

The emperor spoke with such a gentle expression, I am afraid that even his own son has never seen it.

His own son is in front of him but he can't get close, and the emperor's heart may also be very sad.

Yushu sighed stupidly, and a flock of birds flew over the trees, their wings fluttering. She looked up, and the wind blew on her face, cold and cold.

A burst of laughter came from the front, and the voice was so pleasant.

In the deep palace far away, Nalan Hongye threw a flower note into the fire, watching it be engulfed by the tongue of fire little by little and turn into black ash. Suddenly, I seemed to hear the wind blowing from the southeast, with an unfamiliar sound, lingering between the ear drums.

In the cold and lonely deep palace, she was wearing gorgeous palace clothes, her back was straight, but her shoulders were slightly tired.

The sun shone on her, and under the beam, there were fine dust flying up and down.

Everything is changing, only her shadow, for many years, lonely, stretched by endless time.

"Xuanmo, it's another year." In silence, she smiled slightly, but her smile was like mist, gently dissipating in the cold snow of late autumn. The wind outside the window is whistling, and the empty hall has deep curtains. As soon as the imperial physician who asked for the pulse stepped down, Aunt Yun went up to the hall, wearing the dress of a female official, and saluted Nalan Hongye in a dignified manner, but did not get up.

When Nalan Hongye saw it, she smiled helplessly and asked, "Auntie, what's wrong?" ”

Aunt Yun is already very old, her hair is full of silver frost, her wrinkles are extremely deep, her eyes usually look cloudy, but at this moment they are as bright as a knife, she raised her head, looked at Nalan Hongye sharply, and said in a low voice: "The emperor is going to Yanxi Mountain again." ”

Nalan Hongye was noncommittal, smiled quietly, and nodded: "King Xuan has meritorious service to Jiangshan Sheji, and it is rare for the emperor to be sympathetic to the heroes, isn't this a good thing?" ”

The hall was so quiet that you could hear the wind passing through the corridor in the distance. Aunt Yun knelt there, just looking at her quietly, not speaking, and her gaze was not very stern, but being stared at silently by her like this, the layer of camouflage on the surface of Nalan Hongye receded little by little.

She sighed helplessly and said with a wry smile, "What does Auntie want?" I'm fine now, and the emperor hasn't broken his original oath, so why bother making more trouble? ”

"But the emperor hates you!" Aunt Yun suddenly said excitedly, "He hates you for taking away King Xuan's military power, hates you for transferring his own army, hates you for transferring him to the East China Sea, hates you for withholding the last letter that King Xuan wrote to him, he thinks that King Xuan is the Jinlan brother who helps him." After all these years, he has hated you so much, don't you know? ”

"yes, he hates me so much." Nalan Hongye smiled slightly, there was still a bit of joy in his voice, and he said happily, "Auntie, you see, he is not a ruthless person, he is still very good to me, a righteous brother." ”

"Princess!" Aunt Yun finally got angry and stood up on crutches, her face turned blue.

Nalan Hongye coughed lightly twice, and then sighed helplessly: "Auntie, you are so old, why are you still so angry?" ”

Aunt Yun didn't speak, just looked at her steadily.

Nalan Hongye was still smiling, but that smile had a hint of indescribable bitterness, "What does my aunt want me to do?" Use this as a bargaining chip to beg for a trace of favor from the emperor? Auntie, what are you to me, the country is broken, and the red leaves have even lost their dignity? ”

Aunt Yun was suddenly stunned, and the candle flame in the main hall shone on her old face, revealing a helpless vicissitudes of life.

"I don't live for me alone, behind me, there are thousands of royal relatives. With the queen's throne and Xuanmo's affection, our widows of Huai Song will not have too hard life. ”

Aunt Yun frowned and reluctantly argued: "But if the emperor knows the truth, he will also be good to you, this is no different." ”

"There's a difference." Nalan Hongye turned his head, and a soft smile hung on the corner of his mouth, "You understand." ”

The fragrance lingered, and the wisps swirled upward, and the night was deep, and the heavy curtains fell, making it seem that the whole palace was deep and cold. She turned away and didn't look back, just walked in step by step.

"He and Xuan Mo are brothers, and it's just a brotherhood, once the 'brother' becomes husband and wife, the love is gone."

The door of the vermilion lacquer golden palace squeaked and slowly opened, the depths of the hall were empty, Nalan Hongye had a straight back, looking at the bright and yellow glorious court, the fingers in the sleeves were fastened one by one, and one by one opened, vaguely, it seemed to let go of something, and seemed to admit something.

What about telling him? He won't love you, he just owes you.

In her heart, she whispered to herself. It turns out that admitting all this is so simple.

What a woman she is, with a heart and nine tricks, exquisite, and has been playing games and deductions in the court all her life, playing with people's hearts. She knows every way and technique to win the greatest benefit for herself, and the reason why she doesn't say it or hide it is because she clearly knows that even if she reveals everything to the world, she can't win his eyes and favor in this life.

Instead of getting one point of gratitude and two points of guilt, but still having to emotionally and emotionally compete with the endless women of the entire harem, it is better to let him go and let himself live.

She has long understood that there are some things in this world that cannot be forced, and the human heart is the most powerful shackle between heaven and earth, just as Xuan Mo is to her, and just as she is to Yan Xun, it is the same, once trapped in it, she cannot get out.

"Princess! If you want to keep my Great Song Dynasty relics, the most important thing is to give birth to the prince, it's been five years, it's been five years! ”

The palace door slowly closed, and Aunt Yun's angry voice could no longer be heard. Wen Yuan and her subordinates also retreated, and she was the only one left in the palace. She walked calmly to the side of the small table, sat down slowly with her hand on the carved pillar of gold lacquer, and poured water for herself very quietly. The soup flowed out, it was all black decoction, and she didn't feel bitter, so she drank it one bite at a time. The decoction also exudes heat, circling upwards in a circle, and the orchid carved pattern on the wall of the cup rubs against the fingertips, with a warm touch. It was like a wedding night, her fingers touched his skin, scarred and cold.

"There are only brothers who sit on an equal footing, and there is no husband who has three thousand hearts and belongs to him, I am the eldest princess of Huaisong, and I am Nalan Hongye."

In the silence, a deep voice slowly sounded, her eyes widened, and two lines of tears flowed down.

Cool tears rolled down her pale and thin cheeks, and down the arc of her chin to her wrists, just two drops.

She sat like this all night.

On the second day, Aunt Yun died of illness, and Yan Xun personally issued an order to canonize Aunt Yun as Mrs. Kanglu from the second grade, and enjoy the official Lingyi of the third rank of the imperial court. Aunt Yun never married in her life and had no husband's family, so she rewarded her mother family, enjoyed the glory, gold and silver brocade, and blessed her descendants.

On the day of Aunt Yun's funeral, Nalan Hongye stood on the corner tower of the West City Tower of Zhenhuang City, wearing an ink-colored luan suit and a purple and gold crown, quietly watching the long dragon-like send-off procession slowly out of Zhenhuang City and all the way to the south.

Five years ago, Aunt Yun followed Nalan Red Leaves to leave her hometown and came to this snowy land. Now that her princess has grown up, she is no longer the child who would hide in her arms and cry bitterly, and she has finally let go of everything and left.

That evening, the sky was snowing again, and the maid put on her a heavy coat, but she still felt cold. She was pale and thin, and stood alone on a tall building, like a frozen stone statue.

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