Half of the leakage has been cleared, the hairpin is sad and wants to be broken, the sun and twilight are lazy and the temples are chaotic, and the night is short.

Zeng remembered like a dream, but it was like water in the past, and he endured Qingqing's heart and fell into this situation.

"Yan'er, I'm sorry for you! I'm sorry Xuan'er! Suddenly, the emperor's shoulders shook so much that he actually threw himself into Murong Ningyan's arms and cried like a child, extremely sad.

Murong Ningyan waited quietly for the emperor to speak, without interrupting him.

"I am also doing this for the sake of my Datang Jiangshan Sheji, it is the "little elder" who hosts the Qingliang Temple to give me a breakthrough in the sky, saying that if you want to keep my Datang Jiangshan, you must use the roots of Datang to protect the land, and you must also be a loved one. ”

Is it true that the emperor killed his own son?

Murong Ningyan stared at the emperor dumbfounded, only shook his head vigorously, and couldn't say a word in surprise.

"The emperor can sacrifice his life for the country, in exchange for the stability of the country and the health of the people, it is also his benefit to future generations, it is a blessing for the country, Yan'er should be proud of Xuan'er, don't be sad."

At this time, Li Yu still didn't realize his mistake, and he was still trying his best to persuade Murong Ningyan.

"So Xuan'er is no one else, he was killed by the emperor himself? Using fish oil to lure Xuan'er and the cat to the Buddha Hall? Murong Ningyan stared at Li Yu angrily, this answer had appeared thousands of times in her heart, but she never dared or wanted to believe that it was true.

However, the truth is so cruel that what you can't believe is often the truth.

"That's right, in advance, from the Yaoguang Hall to the Buddha Hall, the grass along the way will be dripped with fish oil, and the Buddha lamp will be replaced with fish oil, and the cat will jump on it and smash the lamp."

"Tiger poison doesn't eat children, Your Majesty can't bear to kill your own flesh and blood so cruelly? That "little elder" is a spy, even the concubines can see clearly, why does His Majesty have to be deceived by him again and again? General Lin was also killed by him. He instigated His Majesty to build thousands of temples and thousands of monks, with the aim of wasting a lot of national and financial resources, so that the country would collapse itself. This is a big conspiracy, but His Majesty treats him as a treasure. Even the nonsense that he asked the emperor to kill his son with his own hands, the emperor swore an oath. Next, he will let His Majesty except for the concubines, and Presumably His Majesty will also be convinced. Your Majesty, wake up! The kingdom is dying! ”

Murong Ningyan's eyes were round, and he reprimanded him bitterly, and his heart was extremely cold, and he felt that the person who had shared the bed with him for more than ten years seemed to have suddenly become a complete stranger.

The emperor seemed to wake up at this time, and was hit by Murong Ningyan's words, and was suddenly speechless, Murong Ningyan was staring at him with eyes as sharp as knives and as cold as glaciers, he didn't dare to look at him at all, but hung his head heavily.

"Yan'er, I know what I did wrong, but now I can't get it back?"

"I can't believe it, how can I do it!" Murong Ningyan's eyes were full of disappointment and coldness, and he stepped back slightly until he sat down in a chair.

Hearing that the emperor and the queen quarreled again, this is something that has never happened in the past ten years since the queen entered the palace, and the two of them didn't even have a red face, what's going on recently? Red Sleeves and Tian Xiang hurriedly ran into the Yaoguang Palace.

"Hopeless! Hopeless! Murong Ningyan, who was staring at the emperor, suddenly muttered in his mouth.

The emperor hesitated and walked towards Murong Ningyan, wanting to comfort him, but Murong Ningyan flatly refused.

"Your Majesty, let the concubines be quiet!"

The emperor didn't seem to dare to explain too much, so he nodded and obediently walked out of the Yaoguang Palace.

Red Sleeves and Tian Xiang walked in, Murong Ningyan, who didn't raise his head, waved his hand at them to retreat, and sat quietly alone for a long time. The cold night was surprisingly quiet, and Murong Ningyan seemed to see the appearance of the first time he entered the palace, the first time he entered the Yaoguang Palace, the first time he sat on the throne of the queen, those days of endless love with the emperor, and the wonderful family fun of the two princes around his knees. But all of a sudden, it all seemed like a passing cloud, and everything seemed to be just a dream.

The tears on her cheeks were already cold, Murong Ningyan stood up suddenly, and almost fell, she gently stroked the smooth backrest of the back seat where she often sits, the desk, the piano stool, and the precious burnt groove pipa back then. More than a decade of joy has been recorded here, and each object seems to have feelings for itself, which can be touched with your eyes closed. He walked to the windowsill he often leaned on, pondered in front of the window for a while, and then calmly went to the cabinet to find a set of plain clothes to change inside and out, and then took it out from under the box, and put the small wooden box that had been treasured for a long time into his sleeve pocket, and finally looked at Yaoguang Dianzi carefully, and then reluctantly retreated and closed the door.

Murong Ningyan walked into Zhongyu's room gently, the slaves and maids were sleeping soundly, Zhongyu was also pitiful, these days, he had lost his dear brother, and he was heartbroken all day after seeing his mother, he only dared to quietly wipe his tears on the side.

Looking at Zhongyu's immature face in the middle of sleep, the long and slightly upturned eyelashes trembled slightly, and the small nose gently opened and closed with his breathing. Murong Ningyan almost dropped a tear on Zhong Yu's face, and quickly turned sideways to wipe it off, and then said softly: "Yu'er, you have to take care of yourself in the future, the queen mother is gone!" ”

Murong Ningyan kissed Zhongyu's forehead and walked out with tears in his eyes, for fear of waking up Zhongyu and not being able to leave.

Just as Murong Ningyan walked out of the room and closed the door, Zhongyu suddenly woke up and sat up, how did he feel that his mother had passed by? So he asked the maid in the room if anyone had come, and the maid said that no one had come.

Zhongyu thought to himself that he must have dreamed of his mother! He smiled and continued to lie down and sleep.

In the early morning of the next day, the guards at the gate of the city saw the bright queen in the past, her eyes were dull, and she was ready to go out of the city in plain clothes at this time. Murong Ningyan shook the Ruyi jade pendant in his hand, and no one dared to step forward to stop him, watching Murong Ningyan walk all the way out of the city.

The emperor never thought that he thought that what he was doing was seamless, but he never wanted to be easily recognized by Murong Ningyan. They have lived together for many years, but they don't know that Murong Ningyan has always been particularly sensitive to smells.

The emperor, who lost his beloved son, was stunned by Murong Ningyan, who had always been gentle as water, and suddenly said a lot of eloquent words, as if he suddenly believed Murong Ningyan's words, thinking back to everything that had happened since the appearance of the "little elder", like waking up from a dream, regretting it late, it turned out that he was the only one who was a fan of the authorities!

Shame and sadness struck fiercely, and in the Qianqing Palace, the emperor got himself drunk, and he didn't know how he was carried to bed by Grandpa Zeng and others. I didn't wake up until the next afternoon, with a terrible headache and a blank mind, as if something had happened, but I couldn't remember anything.

I always felt that something was missing, and after thinking about it for a long time, I finally remembered that I hadn't seen the queen.

"Why didn't I accompany the queen last night? Is she okay? The emperor asked Grandpa Zeng beside him.

"The queen said last night that she wanted to be alone quietly, so the emperor went back to the Qianqing Palace, but..." Grandpa Zeng wanted to speak and stopped.

The emperor anxiously asked, "Just what?" Don't spit out, say it quickly! ”

"I just heard from the slaves and maids in the Yaoguang Palace that the queen left the palace early in the morning." Grandpa Zeng said cautiously.

"Did she say where she was going?"

"No, the palace ladies said that after His Majesty left, the queen mother retired them, according to the guards guarding the door, the queen mother only wore plain clothes, and she looked lonely and went out of the city alone."

As soon as he heard this, the emperor's wine was suddenly half frightened, and he held his head with one hand, and said in great pain: "Yan'er, where have you been?" ”

"Why don't you send someone to find it?"

"Someone has been sent to look for it, but there is no news yet."

"Alas! It's all strange that I'm confused for a while! ”

Murong Ningyan was physically and mentally exhausted, and dragged out of the city gate with heavy steps. She didn't know where to go, she just wanted to get away from that ruthless person as soon as possible. My first reaction was that I couldn't get people back, so I walked towards the side path.

The wind on the mountain was very strong, whirring and blowing, and most of the deciduous trees were only left with bare branches standing there, and occasionally a small number of leaves that were unwilling to leave were still hanging tenaciously on the branches, but at this time they became the object of the cold wind ravaging them, and the whining cry made people listen to it very unpleasantly.

This is the third time Murong Ningyan has walked through the woods, and it seems that every time the memory is so bleak. She was thinking: If there was no palace draft, there would not have been the first runaway from home, and naturally she would not have looked for Xiao Gongzi. It would be nice if time could be turned back, if so, never take into account any reserve, marry Xiao Gongzi early, cherish every moment with him, will all this not happen later? I wish it was all a dream.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves, and Murong Ningyan hurriedly hid behind a large boulder, which should be the people sent by the palace to chase him. When the sound of the horse's hooves was gone, she continued on her way.

Her hair was shaved messily by the branches, and her coat was also a little torn by thorns, flying in the wind, she didn't care about these, and thought about it thousands of times in her heart, although the emperor said that he had no way to govern the country, but he had lived with him for more than ten years, and he was also a person with high emotional intelligence, why would he bear to hurt his son?

She couldn't figure it out, she didn't know what the emperor thought of this imperial power, and if she wanted to hold the imperial power, she had to look like a monarch. With the usual attitude towards state affairs, it should not value the imperial power, since it is not valued, then simply give way and live their own small life, why should they sacrifice their son's life in exchange for the so-called stable country?

The wind was dry, the tears were stained, and the biting cold wind hit the face like a knife. Murong Ningyan walked aimlessly like this, she didn't know where she could go.

At this time, Murong Ningyan's heart was so painful that she couldn't breathe, but she just couldn't cry, and then that silent sadness seemed to infect the entire mountain forest. The sky was like an inverted cauldron that was gray, and the low pressure made people breathless. The north wind was whistling and whirling, whimpering from time to time, making people feel extremely uncomfortable and had the urge to cry. Occasionally, it will be mixed with the call of birds, I don't know if I fell behind when I returned to the south, but I also listened to it so sadly.

The sky seemed to be about to start snowing, and occasionally two snowflakes would fall down, looking lonely. Murong Ningyan moved forward step by step in the forest, and his mind was almost blank. If it weren't for the wind still howling, the silence in the mountains and forests without the birds, and the darkness gradually darkened, she would almost have fallen asleep.

At this moment, there was a sudden creepy cry...