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When she sent Xuanmo to the southeast, she didn't want to kill him, nor did she want to take away his military power. [No pop-ups. 】

At that time, the Huai Song Dynasty was weak, and the armies of all parties were ready to move, she intended to use the power of Yanbei to save the Nalan clan and save the people of the Huai Song Dynasty, but the courtiers in the government and the opposition who were interested and loyal to the country refused to agree. At that time, whoever sacrificed the country was a traitorous minister, and he would be left with a stench for 10,000 years, and he would never be able to turn over. She just didn't want the loyal Xuanwang Mansion for several generations to bear this infamy on her back, so she transferred him far away from the center. She was also worried that his own soldiers would make some noise, if his subordinates raised a group of opinions, even if Xuan Mo refused to agree, in the future, Yan Xun would be in charge, and the ministers of Yanbei would also fabricate charges for Xuan Mo, so she transferred his subordinates and asked him to lead the Southeast Navy Yamen, which had nothing to do with him.

However, she did not expect that the southeast thieves would take advantage of the civil strife in the Huai Song Dynasty to unite to attack the southeast yamen, nor did she expect that Xuan Mo, with the dignity of a dignified prince, would personally put on armor and charge to kill the enemy.

Calculated together, she will have today, and it is also retribution.

She has been in politics for many years, and her hands are stained with countless blood, and a holy decree is that tens of millions of heads fall to the ground. There are no regrets, she understands, she understands everything.

So, when she saw that Yan Xun was counting the days to come to her palace every month, she suddenly understood that he didn't want her to give birth to a child for him.

Even though she had promised to cherish the Song Dynasty and the opposition, she would definitely keep the status of Song Chen, but in this matter, she was unwilling to force it anymore, nor did she want to brand everything they had as political.

It was the only time in her life that she was willful.

After every blessing in the future, she would swallow the bitter medicine and strangle everything he was worried about. Until later, he came less and less often, and now, he has not spent the night in the southeast hall for two years.

In this life, everything she asks for is like quicksand between her fingers, the more she wants to hold it, the more she dies in the palm of her hand, and now, there is nothing left.

The flames spread, and the letters were engulfed in flames, and the fire burned the last evidence of their acquaintance, and little by little, along with her shattered life, it was burned together.

Some love is sweet, and some love is carrying. She herself failed Xuan Mo and felt guilty all her life. Now, she is going to die, why let him know everything, and then be ashamed of her for the rest of his life?

He has been bitter enough in this life, so why should she sprinkle another handful of salt on that wound?

Burn it, burn it all.

Everyone in the world is rich and glorious, and all the power is inclined to the world, but only she knows, only she can see what kind of scarred heart is hidden under the splendid eyes.

It's not that I don't love enough, I just can't afford to love.

She is the same as him, she is burdened with too many responsibilities, too many missions, willful, impulsive, hot-blooded, and naïve.

Burn it, burn it all......

Smoke rose and she began to cough lowly, a hot liquid slowly running down. Vaguely, it seems that the spring flowers are still flourishing that year, the white pear and apricots are flying like the morning clouds, his clothes are fluttering, standing in the spring garden in March, suddenly looking back, his eyes are like stars, the corners of his mouth are smiling, and he jokingly looked at her who broke in rashly, with slender eyebrows and eyes, blazing eyes, and asked with a chuckle: "Lost?" Which palace? ”

She was dressed in men's clothes, her face was flushed, and she mustered up the courage to speak, but her voice was still very small:

"I ...... I am the son of King Anling of Huai Song, and my name is Xuanmo ......"

Perhaps, it was wrong in the first place.

Shaohua spring, bright morning light, after all, was covered with heavy ashes by the smoke and dust of this turbulent world. The sky is clear and clear, but it is no longer the clouds and clouds of the day, and the invisible sword light and sword shadow have cut off the original youthful innocence, leaving only the ruins of the broken wall, flashing dark yellow shadows in the dark night. The funny thing is that she still stubbornly remembers those simple years that have passed.

In his life, there are only two people who are the most important, one has been banished by his own hands, and the other will eventually become his most beloved brother, living forever in the softest place in his heart.

It's a pity that neither of these two people is her.

The hall was brightly lit, but in her opinion, it seemed to be separated by a dark red veil, obscure, gloomy, and dull.

In this life, perseverance and perseverance, several storms and rains, finally turned into a silent soreness and fell in the cold and lonely deep palace. Thousands of living beings, bloody rain and bloody wind were all quietly flipped by a pair of plain hands, and now looking back, I only feel tired and ups and downs, and in an instant, I was like a dream, and suddenly fell into the vast void.

The letterhead in the palm of his hand suddenly slid like a snowflake, gently fluttering, scattered all over the ground, and the black ash in the brazier rolled upside down, whirring, and jumped up faintly, swallowing pale tongues of fire.

She smiled wryly, her wrist hanging silently.

Yan Taizu opened the fifth year, the fourth day of December, the night, heavy snow, the queen Nalan clan, in the southeast hall of the Yan Palace.

"Your Majesty." The chamberlain whispered behind him, "Found it." ”

Yan Xun slowly turned around, the southeast hall is now empty, the main hall is empty, the queen's mourning period has passed, and the old people in the southeast hall have been assigned to each palace. Now there are only two elderly chamberlains who are responsible for sprinkling and sweeping in the morning and evening.

He opened the lid of the box, and inside was a dark gold robe, embroidered with a blue cloud pattern, and the two plackets had a small group of blessing characters, which looked simple and luxurious, but there was a hole in the left cuff, which had been sewn up, and if you didn't look carefully, you could hardly see it.

Yan Xun stood there, watched silently for a long time, and finally raised his head, handed over his clothes to the chamberlain, and said, "Go back to the palace." ”

"Yes."

The chamberlains followed him, and the door of the main hall was wide open, and the cold wind blew in, kicking up fine dust on the ground. The sunlight outside the hall was a little dazzling, he squinted his eyes slightly, stood in front of the door, suddenly turned his head, and looked at the soft couch behind the deep curtain, it seemed that it was still a month ago, she sat there, and asked softly: "Tonight, the concubine ordered the kitchen to cook a few more good dishes." Your Majesty, are you still here? ”

Your Majesty, are you still here?

The sunlight pierced his eyes, and his heart suddenly became desolate.

It's just a temporary delay, I don't want to, but it has become a farewell.

His brows furrowed slightly, and then slowly loosened, little by little, to dissipate the trace of sadness.

He raised his foot and was about to leave, when he suddenly smelled a trace of smoke and dust in the distance, and turned his head to look, but it was a corner in the distance, where a little palace maid was squatting, burning something.

He was slightly stunned and led someone over.

When the palace maid saw him, she was shocked, jumped up, and hurriedly knelt on the ground to say goodbye.

Yan Xun looked at her, frowned slightly, and said, "You are Wen Yuan in the former queen's palace?" ”

"Yes, slave and maid are."

"Why are you here?"

"This is the old belongings of the queen's mother, and the mother said before she went to burn all these sundries. These days, the slave maid has been transferred to Concubine An's mother, and she has not had time to come back. ”

Yan Xun saw that Wen Yuan was wearing the clothes of a low-grade slave maid, and there were faint red marks on her neck, knowing that after the queen went, the old people in her palace must have been bullied elsewhere. He meditated for a moment and asked, "Where is your home?" ”

Wen Yuan was stunned, she didn't expect the emperor to ask about this, and hurriedly replied: "The slave maid came with the queen's mother, and the slave maid's home is in Song Land." ”

"Is there anyone else in the house?"

"If you go back to the emperor, there are still old fathers and mothers, three brothers, two sisters, and one sister at home."

Yan Xun nodded, and explained to the attendant on the side: "Decree the Si Nu Bureau, give her the position of a fourth-grade Zhaorong female official, enjoy the five-grade court official, and give her a hundred taels of gold, that is, the sunrise palace, send her back to her hometown." ”

"Yes, the minion remembers."

Wen Yuan seemed to be stupid, so she knelt there and didn't speak for a long time.

Instead, the chamberlain smiled and said, "Lady Zhaorong, you are stupidly happy, and you still don't receive the order to thank you?" ”

Wen Yuan's tears suddenly burst out of her eyes, she slammed her head on the ground, and shouted loudly: "Thank you for the emperor's grace, thank you for the emperor's grace." ”

Yan Xun was silent, his eyes swept lightly over the white paper on the ground, and finally turned away.

The snow had stopped, and the sky was so blue, as blue as a pool of blue water. The wind blew from afar, rolled up a piece of letterhead, and flew so lightly, through the tongue of fire, the end of the letter curled, and burned slightly. The letter drifted in the wind, chasing in the direction of the man's departure.

Many years ago, under a lonely lamp, the dying general wrote this letter with the last of his strength and with all his might. The letter passed through the hands of many people, but no one found it inappropriate. It was just an ordinary letter to Emperor Yanbei, which detailed the strength of Huai Song's troops on the border of Great Xia, the permanent troops in the rear, and the temperament, strengths and weaknesses of the border generals.

However, there are only three people in the world who can read this letter, and two of them are no longer there.

Strong and powerful, the pen walks the dragon and snake, and the name and seal of Xuanmo are written on it, but the handwriting is by no means the old man who has written letters with Yan Xun for many years.

The wind continued to blow, and the letter chased after Yan Xun, circling and dancing, and the tongue of fire spread up from behind little by little, burning the letterhead, burning the greetings, burning the greetings, and burning half of the ......

The wind suddenly rose violently, and the letter flew high with a whirl, and it was about to pass the figure of the man in front of it. However, at this moment, a pear tree suddenly appeared in front of him, and the letter hung high on the pear tree, and he was only one position away from being able to reach the man.

Yan Xun was slightly stunned and looked at the tree quietly. I remembered that when he was a child, he was here, and the first time he saw Xuan Mo, at that time he was lost, walking around stupidly, and his little face was red with anxiety, like a shy little girl.

"Your Majesty?" The chamberlain called softly, "Your Majesty? ”

Yan Xun came back to his senses, said "um", and turned his head towards the palace gate.

Little by little, the tongue of fire spread upward, and under the obstruction of the pear tree, the letter that had been delayed for five years and could not be sent was swallowed up little by little. At last, only a soft black ash remained, hanging from the treetops, and the wind blew and fell down.

In the distance, the little palace maid, who was still crying, picked up the other letters on the ground and poured them all into the brazier, and the flames jumped up with a loud cry, raising bright red flames.

Even though the love is deep, the fate is shallow.

It has been, and it always has been.

According to historical records:

In the sixth year of Kaiyuan, the underground palace of Queen Nalan was completed, located in the south of Sunset Mountain in Yanbei.

Twenty-three years later, Yan Taizu died and was buried in the Taiji Mausoleum, which is located north of Sunset Mountain, facing the tomb of Queen Nalan.

The lead Hua River, a tributary of Chishui, flows through this place, runs through the two tombs, falls on the river surface because of the cold winter snow, resembles pear blossoms, and the locals call this river "Pear Blossom River" again.

Just look at the refreshing one