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Ah Niang's hands are very skillful, can comb out a lot of different styles of hair buns, I sat quietly in front of the bronze mirror, watching Ah Niang's hand of the peach wood comb gently slid between my hair to help me comb a high bun, I turned around and hugged her waist, burying my face on her. I really wanted to say sorry to A-Niang, even I couldn't stay with her all the time, but A-Niang seemed to understand my thoughts, and said softly, "Yanyan, go whatever you want, your grandfather and father called you Yanyan, originally hoping that you could be free in this life......"

The auspicious time was approaching, and the official came to lead me to the open space in front of the main hall. Among Liu Ningchen and me, only one of them succeeded in casting gold by hand, ascended to the high platform, and became the founding queen of Tuoba Wei.

The sky was overcast and gloomy, and there were fine snow particles floating in the air, which quickly disappeared when they fell to the ground. Liu Ningchen had already arrived before me, with exquisite makeup and a towering bun, a complete set of casting tools in front of her, and a Hun craftsman with hair on his head and animal skins on his waist standing beside her. And the things I want to use are all prepared by the internal officials in the Tuoba Palace.

After the ceremonial officer stepped forward to inspect it, the shrine maiden shook the brass bell in her hand and lit the fire that had been erected on all sides. In the midst of the smoke, Liu Ningchen and I stepped forward and bowed down to the statue that symbolized the ancestors of heaven and earth. In fact, what we have to do is very simple, as long as the gold water prepared by the craftsman is injected into the clay mold, and after cooling, the gold statue is smooth and complete, without bubbles and cracks, it is considered a success.

In the eyes of the Xianbei people, the hand-cast gold man is to divinate the good fortune and the evil to see if the newly canonized queen can win the blessing of heaven. However, in my opinion, the key to a hand-cast gold man is to be undistracted and pious.

Liu Ningchen glanced at me with a slight smile, got up and took the container containing the gold water from the craftsman's hand. I looked up and saw Tuobaja looking at me not far away, his eyes staring straight at my hands with some eager anticipation. I should have been pious enough, but that determination was not to be his queen.

I picked up the boiling gold water, took a deep breath, and slowly poured it into the mud mold in front of me, and just when the gold water was only a shallow one-third, the container in my hand made a very soft "kala" sound. With that voice, the eyes of both men looked at me at the same time. Liu Ningchen smiled more and more proudly, but Tuoba Jue had a frosty face.

Everything happened in the moment when I didn't have time to think about it, and after that soft sound, the container in my hand suddenly tilted uncontrollably to the side, and the golden water was about to spill out. I suddenly realized that Liu Ningchen had bribed the official of ceremonies, and when he inspected it, he had made a move on my container, and carved a shallow mark on its handle, and when I poured the gold water, the handle would crack, making me lose my balance.

I simply wanted to let go of my hand and let the gold water spill out, which may not be quite the same as I expected, but it would also achieve my goal. As soon as my hand moved, Tuoba had already risen from his throne, walked up to me in a few steps, steadily grabbed my wrist, squeezed my hand, and continued to pour gold water into the mold. The splash of water fell on the back of his hand, and in the blink of an eye, it burned a few black places, but he didn't seem to feel any pain at all, his hands didn't even tremble slightly, and his whole heart was undistracted, pious and firm.

Yu Guang saw Liu Ningchen's appearance, she probably didn't expect that Tuoba Jue would come to help me complete the hand-cast gold man together. As soon as her mind was scattered, the movement in her hand was misaligned, and the golden water spilled out, almost splashing on her calves. Liu Ningchen screamed "ah", and took several steps back, she still remembered to hold the container in her hand firmly, and did not throw it out casually, but as soon as the action stopped, the hand caster was doomed to failure. Even if she poured the rest of the gold water into it, there would be a broken mark where she stopped just now. Her chest slumped together, her eyes glaring at me with resentment.

A drop of my gold water poured into the clay mold, and Tuobaja lowered the container, slowly letting go of his grip on me. He casually put his hands behind his back, hiding the deep and shallow burns on his arms. I took his hand and took out my own handkerchief and wrapped it around his forearm, something I had wanted to do for a long time, and I wanted to wrap his wound when he rescued me from the wolves that year.

I really don't know how to bandage, I can only tie a very feminine knot with the opposite corner of the veil. He fixed his gaze silently on the knot, and said nothing, but he never hid his arms behind him again.

The small statue of the golden figure I cast by hand was naturally formed, and the silhouette of the small statue was lifelike, very similar to me. Tuoba took the crown of the golden hairpin and put it on my head, held my hand tightly, and pulled me to the high platform with him. The temperature of his palms was even hotter than the gold water that had just melted.

The Assassins who broke into the palace that day had told me that there would be people hiding on the top of the high platform, and I didn't know how they could do it, except that if I made up my mind to do something, I would be able to find a way.

The high platform stands majestically, and the soldiers in silver armor are already waiting under the high platform to escort their founding emperor to complete the post-establishment ceremony. I shook my head at Tuoba, raised my hand and pointed at the two of us, telling him to leave the soldiers here and only the two of us on the platform. Tuoba's eyes darkened visibly, but he still raised his hand and made a stop gesture to the soldiers behind him, and the handkerchief he had just tied to him shook in the wind.

He is a wise and martial emperor, and I will definitely not be able to hide this little thought from him. Maybe he already knew that there were people from the Murong clan hiding on the top of the high platform, and he just wanted to see what I would do, and whether I would help my mother's family fulfill their wish to assassinate him.

In the continuous "long live" cries behind him, he and I walked up the stone steps step by step. He didn't say a word, didn't even look at me, and held me firmly with one hand. Getting closer and closer to the top of the platform, getting farther and farther away from the Wei soldiers behind them, if the assassin jumped out at this time, the soldiers would not have time to rush up to escort them.

As soon as the tip of my shoe stepped on the last stone step, a snow-white glare suddenly flashed diagonally, and a man with green eyes suddenly leaped out of the bronze tripod and stabbed his sword straight into Tuoba's heart. The Murong clan had many handsome men who were as green as jade, and they sent such assassins to show their identities without concealing them. And I happen to know him, he is the former guard general in the Great Yan Imperial Palace, the most loyal person to the Great Yan Imperial Family.

Tuoba's grip on my palm was released, and a short seven-inch knife was added to his palm, and he parried the assassin head-on. It turned out that he had been prepared and hid the short knife in his sleeve early. His eyes were filled with ice, and the tip of his sword stabbed straight into the Assassin's vital point.

Just as they were both stabbing at each other with all their might, I rushed out from an angle they didn't expect, and I was able to stop between the two of them. The swords of anger and hatred did not stab their original targets, but they all stabbed me. I know how desperate they are to tear each other to pieces, because their knives and swords are almost completely submerged in my body. I didn't even feel the pain, I just felt that the snow flakes falling in the air were getting bigger and bigger, and they were so cold on my body that they couldn't melt for a long time.

There are not many people in my clan who can survive by chance, and I hope that they can live freely, even if they are no longer the most noble surname in Xianbei, at least their wives and children can not have to shed tears of sadness. And Tuoba, if I could speak, I would tell him that force could not help him get everything he wanted, and that if he could not understand this, he would still suffer after all.

"Yanyan!" Tuoba let out a roar, like a wolf in the wilderness who had lost its mate, so lonely, so desperate. He approached me with shaking hands, his eyes wild. I took off the collar around my neck, lifted it out of the platform, and as soon as my fingers loosened, the collar fell straight down with a "pop" sound.

That's what I'm going to do, to die in front of so many people, at the hands of my husband and my mother's family. From now on, there is no token, there is no last little princess of the Murong family, I hope that the revenge day after day can stop here, and the girls on the Xianbei grassland will no longer have to be sad for their beloved.

I used the last bit of strength and fell limply, and Tuoba Jue stepped forward to pick me up, and I no longer refused. In fact, he has a lot of strength, a broad chest, and is warm in his arms.

The Wei soldiers rushed up and captured the Murong assassin. Someone knelt down in front of him and asked him what to do, but as if he hadn't heard me at all, he staggered to my feet and walked down the platform.

"Yanyan, you wait a minute," Tuoba's voice sounded flickering and flickering, with a peace and gentleness that he had never felt before, "I owe you, I should pay back some, you wait...... Go again. ”

He held me in one hand, took the wide knife from the guard's waist with the other, and walked in front of Liu Ningchen in a few steps. I vaguely saw the panic and fear in Liu Ningchen's eyes, and before she could make a sound, the knife in Tuoba's hand had already pierced her chest. He whispered in my ear, "She killed our son, damn it." ”

"Your Majesty!" The ministers who were watching the ceremony let out an exclamation of surprise, but Tuoba waved his hand impatiently, signaling that none of them should make any noise.

In the midst of everyone's horrified gaze, Tuoba threw down his knife, picked up the golden statue that had just been cast, unbuttoned his shirt, and slammed it against his own chest. The small clay mold that had just been removed from the outer layer was still scorching hot, sticking to the skin, and immediately smelled of burning.

"After all, it was I who ordered your father and brother to be killed...... Yan Yan, I branded your little statue on my body, and apologized to you every day and night, I don't dare to ask for this life, only for the next life, you don't want to be born in the Murong family......" His words were intermittent, I couldn't hear it very really, and the cold air poured into my mouth, which only made me feel a lot of pain in my chest.

He snatched a horse from the soldier and jumped on the horse with me. The whip was raised high, and the snow-white steed looked like my Abai, carrying me and him, running out of the palace gate and galloping towards the boundless wilderness.

The vision in front of me was blurry, and I began to lose sight of his face, and the snowflakes fell on his shoulders, slowly wrapping him into a snowman. But he only cared about beating the horse and galloping, and brushed the snow off my face with his fingers. He put my fingertips to his mouth and breathed, trying to warm me up, but I felt colder and colder. There was a hot, salty liquid dripping down my face and sliding into my mouth.

"Yanyan...... Yan Yan ...... "Tuoba's voice is getting farther and farther away from me. In fact, he has always tried his best to be good to me, I know it, but I don't need the Ganori Palace decorated with stars in the sky, I just want the fool who carried me on his back and carried a big stone and walked a long way.

I tried to raise my hand and touch the side of his face, but my fingers were already frozen, and he leaned down and pressed the side of his face against mine, and I tried hard, hard to open my lips, leaving him with the last three words, "Silly...... Wood ......"

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No one knows where Empress Murong was buried, and there is no portrait of her left in the palace, even the Gan Weaving Palace, where she lived, was completely closed. It's just that when the first snow falls every winter, the founding emperor of the Great Wei Dynasty, Tuoba Jue, always leaves the palace alone and gallops wildly.

Concubine Liu's death made the Huns extremely angry, and even cut off the supply of horses to the Great Wei for a time. When the ministers were deliberating, Tuoba Jue only said coldly, "If you want to give, you will give, and if you don't give it, you will rob." ”

The Tuoba clan conquered everywhere, unified the north, set the capital Pingcheng, and confronted the southern dynasty across the river. After becoming famous, Tuoba's temper became more and more irritable and weird. He would snatch a woman from the Helan clan because her eyes were dark and bright, and she would be named a lady; He also happened to see a low-class military prostitute in the barracks, with a clumsy milk swallow embroidered on his belly pocket, so he rewarded her with a hundred taels of gold.

He snatched beauties everywhere and filled them into the harem, but every time he summoned the palace concubine, he had to take a large amount of cold food. The most favored Mrs. Helan once complained to people in private that after His Majesty took the medicine, he would always call her by the wrong name, and on the one hand, she was ruthless and wanton, and on the other hand, she muttered "Yanyan".

Han Shisan seriously damaged his originally strong body, and when a generation of overlords was buried, he was already emaciated and haggard to the point where it was unbearable to look at directly. The palace people who decorated him were surprised to find that the scar on the chest of His Majesty the Founding Emperor looked like a lifelike silhouette of a woman.

The old things, like the scars on this heart, are closed with the coffin lid, forever sealed in the ground.

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