Time goes on.

When I learned of the death of Prince Fusu, I was practicing calligraphy in the palace. The ink the size of a bean on the tip of the brush fell on the emerald green bamboo slips, leaking down the seams between the bamboo pieces, and fainting a sad trace on the table.

I know that this trace is just like Cher's mood at the moment.

I put down the brush in my hand and stared at my trembling hands for a long time.

This was in the 37th year of Qin Shi Huang, the first emperor Yingzheng issued an edict on the way to the fifth eastern tour, and the eighteenth son Hu Hai became the crown prince, while the eldest son Fusu Gongzi and the general Meng Yi were ordered to cut themselves in Shangjun. When the news came, the whole country was shocked. The ladies of the palace were in a panic like never before, and all day long I could hear the cries coming from all the palaces, the tones of fear and mourning, which were terrifying.

After learning of the death of Fusu Gongzi, I retired a group of eunuchs and palace maids, lying on the windowsill alone, and from time to time teasing the canary kept in a golden cage with my fingers. The sun was shining brightly today, and a little light would shine through the leaves and fall on my outstretched sleeves, and then draw a patch of color.

I couldn't help but squint, and after a few flickers of my gaze landed on the canary's brilliant wings, which had lost their brilliance, and it looked listless and desperate like a true reflection of my heart now. I panicked, as if trying to save something, and hurriedly reached out and pulled the latch of the cage door open, and I decided to let it go.

To my surprise, it didn't move.

I looked at it, and suddenly I laughed, very pale.

I know that the death of Fusu Gongzi is inseparable from Hu Hai and Zhao Gao, and I can guess that Yingzheng is afraid that he has returned to heaven now. But these are not the things I know best, what I know best is that my time is running out.

The emperor returned to heaven, and as a concubine, he had to be martyred.

Time is short, and before I die, I want to see Cher.

This is my only sister, in the most difficult moment of her life, I want to hug her well, comfort and comfort her with my body that is difficult to protect herself. I don't know if it will help her, but I can't help but comfort myself that it's better than nothing.

Because of the death of Fusu Gongzi, I returned to Afang for the first time after becoming Concubine Xu for nearly a year.

The carriage moved smoothly in the Afang Palace, but my heart turned over and over. The wind lifted the pink veil around the carriage, and I saw the roof that was about to be built.

Thoughts couldn't help but fly to the rooftop, and the one in front of me slowly crumbled and peeled off, and then returned to its original appearance.

Just like the first time I saw it.

Standing in front of the gate of the Zhao Palace Dance Hall again, a trace of excitement suddenly jumped in my heart. Pushing away the little eunuch's hand, I jumped directly from the carriage, the powder veil brushed my face, I lowered my eyes, and when I raised my eyes again, I saw Xue'er who went out to greet me.

She was dressed in white and snow, and her black hair fluttered in the wind.

The corners of my mouth couldn't help but rise, and I hurried to meet it. But before I could take a few steps, I was fixed on the ground like a stake.

For I saw that the close friend of my boudoir, who had been laughing and playing with me, was now prostrate on the ground, shouting in her tired and hoarse voice: "See Concubine Xu." ”

How should I describe the pain in my heart? Heartache, pain, pain, no, that's not enough. The pain of being divided and forgotten cannot be expressed in any words.

"Get up. I raised my hand stiffly, my hand stiffened to stone in the air, but my heart froze cold in my left chest.

She lost someone important in the moment of separation, but I lost her in the moment of reunion.

It's all fate.

In the room we used to live in, she and I sat across from each other, speechless. There were fine wines and food on the tables in front of us, but neither she nor I were moved.

"You......" I bit my lip, "mourning." ”

She suddenly laughed, laughing very dismally, staring blankly at the wine bottle in front of her, her voice was vain: "What kind of mourning? I don't even have the qualifications to mourn for him." ”

My heart throbbed, I got up and walked to her, hugged her from behind, and choked up: "You and I are like sisters, how can I not know what you think in your heart? When I am sad, I will confide, and when I am sad, I will cry, isn't this what you taught me? But why do you have to suffer alone when it comes to yourself? Is it ...... Are you still blaming me?"

"You know I won't. She sighed: "I don't blame you, you're not wrong." Your own life is determined by yourself, and your path is naturally up to you. ”

"Xue'er......" A trace of fear surfaced in my heart, I tightened my hand holding her, and asked nervously, "You...... You're going to ......"

"Help me get to the county. Her pale lips lifted slightly, and her voice was bitter, "I'll go see him." Whether it's a white bone or a rotting corpse, I want to bring him back. ”

I know better than anyone else that she will not come back until the sea dries up and the mountains and rivers weather.

"Are you going to leave me behind?" I couldn't help crying, with a slight plea in my voice: "You said that you would accompany me, the scene of life and death, the ghost door is closed, as long as I want, you will accompany me." ”

"I broke my promise. There was a hint of pleading in her eyes, and her hand was on my sleeve. Seeing that I didn't react, she leaned over and knelt down in front of me. She knelt so neatly that she broke all my hard hearts.

She still won, because I personally arranged for her carriage to Upper County.

On the day Xue'er left, I disguised myself as an ordinary palace maid, stood in front of the Shuangque Gate of Afang Palace, watched her board the carriage, and finally cried into a tearful person.

I can't help but imagine what it was like when Cher sent Changxi away that day. Still in front of this double gate, I think she will stand quietly by his carriage, smiling, and he will put his hand over her cheek and his eyes curled.

Changxi left Cher for the responsibility she carried. He began to miss her as he rode his horse, and she began to forget when he left without hesitation.

He missed it to see each other again, but she forgot that she thought she would never see each other again.

I think Xue'er was in this mood when she sent Changxi away that day, with deep helplessness and a strong sense of powerlessness.

Cher is a simple and long-lasting song, and I always thought that she would become the happiest woman in the world. However, even if she is a woman with a blue heart, she can't escape the torrent of this troubled world, so she has to take the fragile boat to find the only harbor she can rely on.

I can't help her, just as I can't help myself.

The carriage became a distant dot in my vision, but I still stood in front of the door, as if it were just a small parting, and that she would come back if I kept waiting.

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