There was an ice cellar underneath, and when it was opened, wisps of white smoke were emitted, and the cold air lingered around him, and he walked in it in white clothes, which was also harmoniously like a picture.

The place was small, but it was an ice coffin, and there were cabinets embedded in the walls around it, and on top of it were many of the knick-knacks she loved to use.

Rouge, clothes and jewelry, curiosities.

Inside the ice coffin is her corpse, surrounded by incense, which is extremely well preserved, and her body does not show a trace of corruption, it is still white and moving.

Rouge swept his cheeks and looked like he was just asleep.

He opened the ice coffin and looked at her stupidly for a long time before carefully holding her little hand, sticking it to his face and saying, "Jiajia, I'm sorry, I haven't come to see you for two days because of some things recently." ”

"I've found your murderer, are you happy?"

His large hand ran across her arm, eventually clasping her fingers tightly together.

With his head buried in her chest, he muttered, "The peach blossoms are blooming again, Jiajia, I'll wait for you to get up and accompany me to see it." ”

His shirt quickly became wet, and it was the second time she had seen him cry.

His scarlet eyes stared greedily at her face, and swept everywhere, and he stuck to her like a catkins with nowhere to rely on: "Jiajia, how do you want to punish them?" ”

"You say...... How about Ling Chi's execution? Would you like it? ”

"Huh?"

He rubbed his hand against her white jade-like skin, and babbled and said a lot.

There are those in the court, and there are those of his own.

When he was about to leave, he saw that her dress was wet, so he chose one from the wall next to her and took off her original clothes.

Her clothes were peeled off, and his fingers brushed over her lifeless skin, holy without a trace of affection. Color, like a devout believer.

"Jiajia, there are two new batches of ice silk in the palace recently, it is your favorite color, I asked someone to make a new skirt, and I will bring it to you next time, okay?"

He knew that the man in front of him would never respond to him.

So he paused, leaned over and gave her a kiss on the forehead, and said softly, "Jiajia, I'm leaving." I'll see you tomorrow. ”

Li Baojia stood beside him stunned, watching this scene.

Although it was a dream, there was a voice in her heart, constantly telling her that it was true.

She unconsciously followed him out of here, watching him execute the Zhou family in bloody and cruel ways.

Zhou Jinan was far away in the north and swore that he would never return to Beijing.

He ascended the throne as emperor, such a person who loved to laugh, and never smiled again.

The people in his harem were dismissed, and they didn't seem to be interested in anything.

He seemed to be sick.

She saw that when he was sick, his eyes were bloodshot and turned scarlet, and the bruises on his face burst out, and he would vomit blood in severe cases.

Li Baojia was scared and cried next to her, she kept trying to get close to him, hugging his waist again and again: "Zhao Yi - Zhao Yi, what's wrong with you, don't scare me———"

She passed through his body like a soul with ease.

He was like an ignorant killing machine, and she could only watch as one person after another died at his hands and was carried out the door.

Gradually, the court and the central government continued to discuss this matter, and it was rumored that the current monarch was the reincarnation of a demon.

When he was sober, he was a Ming monarch, reducing taxes, dividing land, suppressing families, appointing people on the basis of merit, making decisive decisions, so that hundreds of people could have a home and stabilize the country.

When he became ill, he would shut himself up in the temple and not allow others to come near him.

He couldn't kill, so he masochized himself, stabbing one by one, as if atoning for his sins.

The skin of his arms and thighs was open until his blood flowed through the temple and meandered into a stream, and he had no strength to stop.

At this time, Li Baojia always sat silently next to him and guarded him, she didn't know what else she could do.

His throne became more and more secure, but he obviously knew that he was no longer suitable for this position, and succeeded the crown prince early in the clan.

As the years passed, Zhao Yi became more and more silent, and he went to the library more and more often, sometimes not even going to see her.

She didn't know what she was going to do.

Until she suddenly moved her ice coffin out, and groups of Taoist priests entered the palace, and all kinds of things she had never seen were sent in.

The Taoist priests stayed in the palace and drew a blood array in the palace that no one could understand, and Zhao Yi no longer stayed in the palace and began to fight everywhere.

From the south to the north, the lives were devastated, and the blood flowed like rivers. The people on the border are struggling to make a living, the Jokhang is in dire straits, the territory is constantly expanding, and the war is fed by war, and it is not known how many people are slaughtered under his sword.

She didn't know what he was doing until she came to her place.

Meng Shen was dressed in a robe, he went straight into the barracks, looked at Zhao Yi and said, "Your Majesty, stop." ”

Zhao Yi sneered, he fought everywhere, the smell of blood on his body was so strong that people didn't dare to look at it directly, and now the blood stains on his robe had not been wiped clean.

He casually put his long legs on the platform in front of him: "Why do you want to stop?" ”

Mengshen closed his hands and closed his eyes and said Amitabha: "Your Majesty was originally the emperor star who came into the world, and it is only when you should bless the world that the old man looks at the heavens, and the vision is great, you ......... You want to sacrifice the blood of thousands of people to the evil array, this is not the right way, and you will eventually be counterattacked......"

Zhao Yi took off his battle robe, threw it back at will, and leaned on the side of the main chair paved with tiger skin in his middle coat, his long hair fluttered at will, the corners of his eyes were hooked down, the tails of his eyes were flying, his eyes were cracked and his pupils were clear and distinct, his thick eyelashes were pressed down, and he felt like a ghost in his life: "That means it has an effect?" ”

He laughed rarely: "This is very good, I like the news you brought to me. ”

He smiled and asked, "When will I be able to fight back?" ”

Meng Shen was silent when he asked this, and he said after a long time: "Your Majesty should know that the last person to be sacrificed for the blood of a living person is himself." ”

"And what if it succeeds? Your astrological signs have suffered a lot of damage, I'm afraid you won't be able to have a good outcome, and in the end you're just dead, why bother? ”

Li Baojia finally understood, her throat was dry, and her hand gently stroked his eyebrows: "Zhao Yi...... Don't be like that, don't ......"

Zhao Yi raised his hand and drank a glass of wine, his slender fingers played with the wine bottle, the liquor entered his throat, and he said indifferently: "It's okay if you are dead or scattered, this is what I owe her." ”

Meng Shen finally sighed, and before leaving, he said: "Your Majesty's illness is serious, if this disease is calm, don't ask everything, it can be alleviated." ”

"If you are free, come to the temple to play chess with the old man."

……

……

A few years later, the sky was very different, and that year there were many natural disasters, and the people were struggling to make a living, almost to the point that the streets were full of corpses, and even the capital did not avoid it.

The people on the side of the street were unclothed, and to the point of looking for the living in the corpses, the people sighed and suffered unspeakably.

On this day, the rain poured down, and the whole of Kyoto was shrouded in a rain curtain, Zhao Yi was dressed in white, standing in the center of the blood array, next to Li Baojia's ice coffin, more than ten years, she was still as beautiful as before, but he was already old.

When you think about it, he is only in his early thirties now, but he is drooping and old, and his sideburns are all gray hair.

Time has not loved him, and the world has never loved him.

He took the dagger and stabbed it hard at the wrist, and the veins of the knife were broken, and the blood gushed out almost instantly, leaving the huge blood array under his feet with the heavy rain.

He knelt on one knee in the center of the formation, little by little, waiting for his blood to drain and finish.

When he dies, all this will come to an end, the territory of Jokhang has been so large that the borders have been collected, and everything has been taken care of by the DPRK and China.

When the new emperor succeeds to the throne, he will soon be able to make the country peaceful and the people safe, the Haiyan River will be clear, and the world will be a bright and prosperous country.

And he was about to dissipate between heaven and earth, he looked at her ice coffin, and when he was dying, he vaguely traced her eyebrows and said, "Jiajia, I miss you so much." ”

A wisp of warm fragrance is far away, and the smile is shallow.

In the next life, you will cross me, can you?

The first emperor of the ages, who had mixed reviews in the world, died in the remote courtyard of the palace, claiming to be sick and died of illness to the outside world, and the new emperor ascended the throne in the same year, ushering in the first peaceful and prosperous era in the decades of the Great Zhao.

The world cheered, Li Baojia couldn't cry beside his imperial mausoleum, her soul leaned on his side, snuggled in his arms.

She knew that her dream was over.

It's time to wake up.

……

……

Day 2.

The palace maids had finished washing themselves, and Lu Yi carefully checked them before saying, "Okay, let's go in." ”

She stepped into the courtyard, but found that Li Baojia had already gotten up, and she sat on the edge of the bed in tears in a daze.

Lu Yi was startled, and she asked softly, "Niangniang, but this bed is not suitable ........."

Li Baojia raised his hand and wiped his tears with his sleeve casually, shook his head and said in a dumb voice: "Go back to the palace." ”

Green Yi fell silent, didn't ask why he didn't stay here to ask for the answer, and responded, "Yes." ”

Doing it all over again is a matter of changing one's life against the sky.

She has tried to change the trajectory of everything in her previous life all her life, but everything is back to square one.

Zhao Qiong and Zhao Min'an did not die in that carriage accident, but still died on the battlefield.

She still entered the East Palace.

The only difference is that this time, Zhao Yi replaced her and went to Huangquan.

Walking against the sky, eventually being counterattacked, the cause of the past life, the fruit of this life.

That's what it meant.

.

Spring goes to autumn and comes for another half a year.

When Chengxi was full of moon before, he lived up to expectations and grabbed the seal of the country.

She's been learning to speak lately, babbling, and she's finally getting a little bit of a child's look.

The first word Li Baojia taught her was daddy.

She held her little hand and taught her word by word: "Xixi, Daddy-Daddy-"

Xiao Chengxi spit bubbles, stared at his big round eyes, babbling and waving his little hands, but he refused to speak.

She taught her a few times that she wouldn't open her mouth, and she could only put it aside for the time being.

It's September, there's not much political happening, and the weather is still hot.

She had taken her to live in the summer palace for a while, and decided to take her out on the street today.

She has grown so big that she has not really seen the lives of the people and has never been out of the palace.

The guards were all in the dark, and there were only two of them behind her, Green and Peach.

A few people were dressed in civilian clothes, really like a young lady with a maid and a child to parade through the streets.

Li Baojia took her to a place that sold children's toys, and took a hand-folded puppy to tease her: "Chengxi, what do you think this is?" Dog, read after me—"

Seung-hee turned her head away without giving face, her soft face nestled on the side of her neck, babbling at the back.

Li Baojia took the trouble to squeeze her little hand: "Dog-dog-"

Xiao Chengxi said: "Daddy." ”

Li Baojia laughed suddenly, she turned her head and said, "It's a dog, I used to call you daddy, but you didn't shout ......"

Soon she was stuck where she was.

Behind her, the handsome figure stood in place, his eyebrows and eyes were still the same, and the seductive fox eyes looked at her softly, with a smile.

The wind blew the bells, and the cold scent of bluegrass dispersed in the air, carried by the wind to her side.

He called softly, "Jiajia." ”

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