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Shen Jun was buried on the highest peak of Qingming Mountain, the front of the tombstone looked in the direction of the imperial capital, and he still had a little-known clothed mound, which was in the royal cemetery, next to the emperor's tomb. The first address of the mobile terminal of this mobile phone:

"History books always like to comment on those meritorious civil servants and military generals, those with stains are greatly expanded, and those without stains make up many absurd rhymes or smear rumors, I don't want you to be slandered, and you won't be at peace even after death." Yi Huaiyu approached the tombstone with the support of Sima Tulan, stretched out his hand to brush away a dead leaf on it, and his face was as calm as waveless still water, "Look, Tu'er, isn't it good that he sleeps here in peace?" So that no one will come and bother him. ”

Sima Tulan stared at the gentle name on the tombstone and sighed lightly: "You have been pursuing merit all your life, how could you think of doing so much for him and staying away from the world?" ”

"That year, I asked him what he wanted, and he said that his only wish was to assist me in unifying Zhongzhou, and then find a peaceful landscape to retreat." Recalling the glorious scenery in the past, Yi Huaiyu showed a little smile in his eyes, "Jun Fang is a high-minded and arrogant hermit, if he hadn't met me, he might have spent his whole life immersed in specialized research, and what he left behind would not be a strategy for governing the country, but a whimsical idea and a masterpiece." Sometimes I think about it, the will of heaven is indeed a lot of people, I did unintentionally in exchange for an unborn young genius, or this fate has long been determined, so I let Jing'er meet Fu Chu more than 20 years later, and continue to write the good story of the monarch and the minister. ”

Sima Tulan never believed that there were ghosts and monsters in the world, but at this time, she absurdly expected Shen Jun to release his soul and not die, so that he could hear what Yi Huaiyu said, and he could understand that the king he followed had never resented him, and had always regarded him as the most proud and trustworthy courtier.

One is confused, one is in a dilemma, and one is in a love and hate.

The three people are loyal to each other and have never betrayed each other, but because of their helpless feelings, they fall into contradictions and estrangements, is it destiny or the sadness of their own choice? Now, those past clouds and smoke are no longer clear.

Caressing the tombstone, Sima Dolan looked sideways at Yi Huaiyu: "Do you know what I have complained about you the most over the years?" ”

"Maybe it's strange that I'm unreasonable, or maybe it's weird that I don't distinguish between public and private, and always impose the disputes of the previous dynasty on you."

"When you married me, you had an impure purpose, did I say anything? Burdened by the Sima family and the Yao family, I have long had this awareness. Besides, at that time, you doted on Su Shiyun wholeheartedly, I never imagined how good you could be to me, it was all your own cranky guess. Sima Tulan snorted, and supported Yi Huaiyu's arm steadily and strongly.

Once she snuggled in his arms, fell for his elegance, and also for his momentary tenderness.

Now, after those grievances, love and hate have dissipated with the wind, she can finally let go of everything and hold him and be his most powerful support, and he will no longer be moody, because people who have nothing to do with her are hot and cold.

Two people are together, relying on each other to survive.

"What I can't be most angry about is that you actually suspect my relationship with Jun Fang, you once said it, saying that you killed the person I love the most?" Sima Tulan turned around, and her gaze swept over the occasional Suiliang who was standing not far away, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Is it a lot of mouths again?" Yi Huaiyu smiled bitterly, "If you break with me for Jun Fang, I will naturally think that you have affection for him, after all, Jun Fang can give you more than me." ”

Sima Tulan also smiled, but she was a lot more stunned: "I have never seen such a gentle person as Jun Fang, no matter how I alienate him and snub him, he still tried his best to help me and my brother, and at that time, you will not do anything but get angry and complain, but will only make me cold again and again." ”

After Yao Junxian's death, Yi Huaiyu was worried that Sima Yuan would become another relative who would interfere in politics, not only did everything possible to weaken the power of the Sima family, but also guarded against Sima Tulan. In this case, Shen Junfang took on the responsibility that should have been borne by him, took care of Sima Tulan, comforted her, and tried his best to keep Sima Yuan safe...... Compared with Shen Junfang, Yi Huaiyu is more like a ruthless and despicable person who only regards Sima Tulan as a tool of power, and he knows these very well. Perhaps because of this, when he found out that Shen Junfang had an admiration for Sima Tulan, he was scared.

I'm afraid that Sima Tulan will die for him, I'm afraid that she will indulge in Shen Junfang's gentleness, and I'm afraid that she will abandon him.

"If someone else is very attentive to you, I won't care at all, or maybe I just kill Tu Qingjing, but the person who made this mistake is Jun Fang."

Yi Huaiyu said lightly, and then fell silent.

The breeze blows, holding the dead leaves and flying endlessly, lonely and cold.

Standing in front of the tombstone for a long time, Sima Tulan was the first to turn around and walk back, Yi Huaiyu shook his old and weak body, and reluctantly followed behind Sima Tulan.

Who to hate, who to blame, who is wrong, who is right, what's the point of trying to argue now? Since it has been missed, all that can be done is to remember rather than investigate, otherwise even this only remaining Enron will no longer exist.

On the return trip, the steps were steady, and even Sui Liang walked like flying with his chest up and his head in front of him as he had for many years, but Yi Huaiyu showed a tired attitude and closed his eyes to take a nap. Sima Tulan touched her cheek, which should be old but not yet old, and then reached out to squeeze Yi Huaiyu's wrinkled palm, and the warmth that came from it was not as good as hers.

This is the brave emperor who contributed his life's energy to the country, he changed the fate of the people of the country to be slaughtered by mermaids, built a strong city wall to resist foreign invasion, and even led thousands of soldiers to dominate the world and dominate the country, but he is a mortal trapped in love in the red dust after all.

"The death of the king, the sin is not in you."

The gloomy voice is soft and low, and the vicissitudes of life are quiet, lining the red sunset and loneliness.

Sima Tulan didn't know if Yi Huaiyu had heard it, and he wasn't even sure if he had said this sentence freshly, looking at the lonely path that had been the same for decades, the melancholy that he had never felt was slowly rising.

Suddenly, the palms of his hands were clenched.

Yi Huaiyu's eyes were still closed, and occasionally he could see a slight movement, and a smile quietly appeared on his thin cheeks, calm and peaceful, as if there was some kind of beautiful longing hidden. His hand held Sima Tulan so naturally, as if it was a casual habitual action, but Sima Tulan was stunned for a long time.

If he was to be hated by her for the rest of his life, but he could live for her, he had no complaints, this was a decision that had been made many years ago, but at this time, Yi Huaiyu didn't want to think about how stupid that idea was, he had more important things to do.

Enjoy the moment, enjoy the family, have her by your side, and walk through the rest of your short life.

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