Yi Huaiyu always thought that he could control his own destiny above the heavens, but when he grew older and slowly became powerless, the disputes between his many children made him suddenly understand that no matter when, he was under the ruthless arrangement of fate.

Yi Chenxuan, who devoted the most effort, became a sinner who brought disaster to the country, but his son Yi Chenjing, who loved him deeply but never expressed it, treated him indifferently, and lost his biological mother even more after suffering many grievances; And he, holding the promise he made to Su Shiyun, had a bumpy life, but in the end, he didn't fulfill half a sentence, and in the end, he was like a betrayal of his relatives.

Who is to blame?

Is it to blame that he shouldn't have sought power to usurp the throne and forced his brother to death, or should he not have used compassion to save Yi Chenxuan's life and raise him as an adult? Or is it to blame that he has never figured out who he loves and who he doesn't love in his life, and he will destroy the two heaven-sent marriages?

Su Shiyun is dead, Sima Tulan no longer wants to pay attention to her, and only Sui Liang is left in this world who is willing to listen to him, nagging, and capricious.

"Tu'er...... Yun'er ......"

In a half-dream, Yi Huaiyu didn't know who he was calling, but he remembered that there was a pair of gentle palms wrapped around his fists, gently stretching his frowning brows, and calling softly over and over again.

Huaiyu, Huaiyu.

It's been uncountable how many years, and no one has called his name.

That illness is a few months, weak, withered, the feeling of running out of oil and lamps is getting stronger and stronger, death is like a shadow, the only thing that can make Yi Huaiyu show a comfortable smile for a moment is the back of Sima Tulan leaving, when he pretended to be asleep and she left quietly.

Yi Huaiyu didn't dare to open his eyes and meet Sima Tulan's eyes, he didn't know what to say, apologize or say sweet words, no matter which he was not good at. Anyway, people who are about to die, why bother to talk about old grudges? It's better to pretend to sleep like this and wait for her to leave, just take a look at her back, know that she is safe, and see her healthy as before, so it is a rare happiness.

"My father really accepts everything with peace of mind, the praise of all officials, the worship of all the people, and the beauty of the entire harem...... Has my father ever thought that these should not be yours? ”

The hazy but safe dream was awakened by Yi Chenxuan who suddenly broke in, Yi Huaiyu no longer had a clear enough mind to remember which day and hour it was, and only knew that retribution was coming-seeking power and usurping the throne, forcing his brother to die, those unforgivable prudent sins.

Heaven took back the glory, wealth, and glorious status he had robbed, and gave him a golden silk birdcage and mercilessly imprisoned.

"I wanted to give you back the throne...... But you're too ruthless, anyway, Jing'er is a brother who grew up with you...... Haven't I been able to shelter you all these years? ”

Out of guilt, or fear of retribution? Leave these words to those in the underworld who are waiting to settle accounts with you. ”

When Yi Chenxuan launched the palace change at the end, Yi Huaiyu couldn't see things clearly, and the pair had long since lost their former brilliance, leaving only chaotic and turbid light.

The golden bird cage that symbolized shame originally imprisoned Yi Huaiyu alone, he couldn't eat the leftovers, he couldn't drink the herbal tea and cold water, he was almost waiting for death, Yi Huaiyu also accepted his fate, but he didn't expect that soon even Sima Tulan would get in.

Suiliang was injured and fled, and the others either fell to Yi Chenxuan's side or were controlled, and now they can only hope that Jing'er will find a way to attack the imperial capital. I don't know what happened to Jing'er and Qige's girl, if there is Zhaoguo's troops to help, maybe we still have a glimmer of life. ”

While taking care of Yi Huaiyu, Sima Tulan told him about the invisible situation, without complaining or blaming, as if those grievances and grievances between them did not exist, and she was still his most faithful wife as she was twenty years ago, doing her best to take care of everything he was tired of.

"Tu'er, do you hate me?" Using all his remaining strength to grasp Sima Tulan's hand, Yi Huaiyu's voice was hoarse and old.

Sima Tulan was silent for a long time.

"If you had agreed to me to go to see Jun Fang at that time, I wouldn't have fought against you everywhere with so much hatred over the years, but ......" After a pause, Sima Tulan hugged Yi Huaiyu's withered body tightly, smiling sadly in desperation, "If you hadn't taken that hatred away, I think I would have blamed myself to death." ”

He racked his brains to make her hate and hate her, not out of a narrow monopoly mentality, but because he knew Sima Tulan's temperament too well, and he understood that his deep love would never allow her to die because of it, so love became hate, he loved, she hated, and lived together in the contradictory and tragic confrontation, which seemed to be incompatible, but it was entangled.

Many years ago in the icy stone cave, their fates were intertwined and inseparable.

The love is deeper, the more hateful.

"In my life, the most regrettable thing is that I can't see my mind clearly, so that you and Yun'er have made the wrong life...... In the end, I killed the person you love the most......" Yi Huaiyu grinned bitterly on his chapped lips, and the heroic force between his eyebrows was gone, and he felt more regretful, "It wasn't me who should have married you in the first place, it was Suiliang; When I learned about you and Junfang, I shouldn't be annoyed and stop you, you're only ...... After all these years, who has been better? It's just that I can't bear it, I can't bear you, and I can't bear to be my most trusted friend......"

Yi Huaiyu's words gradually became incomplete, Sima Tulan chuckled, and a big tear slipped down his aging face.

Shen Junfang, that talented young national teacher, would he be happy if he heard this? However, Sima Tulan didn't want to be like that, no one in this world knew better than her, Shen Junfang was just a passerby in her life, a credible person, a person who could be relied on, at first approached him to attract Yi Huaiyu's attention, hoping to learn more about Yi Huaiyu from Shen Junfang, and later, simply to seek a kind of comfort, but also couldn't bear to hurt such a kind and innocent person.

"From beginning to end, you are the only person I love......"

The eyebrows gently rubbed the vicissitudes of life, the familiar but distant smell became stronger, clenching the wrinkled palm, Sima Tulan gently pressed it to the side of her face, and gently stared at the eyes that could no longer see her clearly.

"I could have fought you after my brother died, but I didn't, don't you understand? I blame you and blame you, but I don't want to ruin the dynasty you have built in half your life. You have left me a reason to live, so that I hate you for a living, but have you ever thought that the feelings I have accumulated over the years of following you with humiliation and heavy burdens can be overshadowed by this bit of hatred? I was already dead, and I wanted to make love and hate have nothing to do with you, but I didn't know your grievances until the end......"

thought that his heart was cold, but he heard that he had stood by the bed and silently guarded her to sleep; thought that she would no longer be emotional, but she was told that the grievances hidden in those years were only for her to live.

The vicissitudes of the world have passed, more than 20 years of ups and downs, and in the end, it may be that the dynasty is in decline and the world is in chaos, but she has nothing else to ask for.

It belongs to her arms and arms, warm as home.