Time flies, and the conflict of that night is like a dream, left behind in the past that no one cares about.

In the past few days, Wu Chi has at least found out that what Yan Ci said is right, there is really no one who can find a thousand curtains, and today is the canonization ceremony, after today, a thousand curtains will be the mother of a country, and they will wear heavy shackles on their bodies, and they will not be able to fade away for a lifetime.

A few days ago, the people of Chihua Palace have been arranging the palace city, and now there is a festive atmosphere everywhere in the palace, even the door of the Yaxun Palace was hung with red color yesterday, and He Lingjun sent an extremely grand palace dress in the morning, which also made the catkins busy all morning, and it took nearly two pillars of incense to make up alone.

Wu Chi was not in this mood, just sat there and let the catkins fiddle, his eyes were on the red at the door from time to time.

"It's glaring." Wu Chi sneered

Liu Wu inserted the golden hairpin into Wu Chi's bun, carefully adjusted it to the appropriate position in front of the bronze mirror, and answered Wu Chi's words smoothly

"The princess is talking about this outfit, or the red belt in front of the door."

The person in the mirror looked at himself weakly in the mirror, the thin willow eyebrows were imprinted on the skin as white as snow, the eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of light mist, with some vicissitudes in the softness, and the lips were slightly pursed like red cherry blossoms. From top to bottom, he carefully looked at his own shackles, this is Haisheng's palace line, and it belongs to Haisheng's princess, not to mention how heavy the hair bun is on the head, just the single clothes on the body alone reach eight.

After all was done, Wu Chi only felt that it was difficult to even stand up.

When Wu Chi came out of the hall, he saw He Lingjun waiting at the palace gate, He Lingjun and Wu Chi were dressed in a set, graceful and luxurious.

Wu Chi glanced at He Lingjun coldly, ignoring the vague joy in He Lingjun's eyes.

He Lingjun took Wu Chi's left hand and put it on his right wrist.

Wu Chi only felt a little surprised, and when he was about to pull away, he was held down by the person in front of him

"Haisheng Palace's outfits are very heavy, and you hurt your leg a few days ago, I'm afraid you won't be able to walk steadily."

There is infinite tenderness in He Lingjun's eyes, like a pool of calm lake, quiet but bottomless.

Wu Chi slowly spoke, "I can go by myself." He withdrew his hand.

The canonization ceremony was held on the rooftop, and the banquet was held in the main hall, and it was close to noon, and the rooftop was already full of people.

When Wu Chi and He Lingjun entered the venue, everyone's eyes gathered, and after saluting, the two of them sat on the left seat, and Yin Qu was sitting on the opposite side seat, and Xiao Heng was not far away, the eyes of the three of them met on Wu Chi, but Wu Chi looked at the people in the seat, Lian Yanshi and Liu Ruyan sat in the back, Li Sese sat in front, and several people were dressed ceremoniously.

Lian Yanshi looked down at the scene of the audience, the corners of her mouth hooked a trace of arc, and she turned her head sideways to Liu Ruyan and said, "The audience is really Shura."

Liu Ruyan looked at the situation and chuckled, "You can still laugh, it's better to think about how to solve this dilemma." ”

Lian Yanshi pretended to sigh, "Our turmoil has long passed, and now these juniors have made a mess of the world." ”

Li Sese heard the movement and turned around, "It's already noon, why haven't you seen a thousand curtains, and you haven't even seen the delay." ”

Suddenly, I heard some noise at the door, and everyone's eyes converged, and the two of them were dressed in red, dragging their long tails, and walked towards the rooftop.

Wu Chi was inexplicably a little nervous, the dazzling red reflected the face of the thousand curtains was even more thin and pale, and the eyes were even more incomprehensible sadness, like a puppet that had been robbed of his soul, at the mercy of the people around him, the music in his ears was like a sharp and piercing drumbeat, knocking on the soul of the thousand curtains again and again.

Qianhui didn't react until she saw Mama Liu standing by the rooftop, there was a trace of color in her eyes, and a strange and ugly smile was squeezed out of the corners of her mouth.

Mama Liu looked at the thousand curtains quietly, without responding, and the tears in her eyes gradually gathered.

The two of them climbed on the rooftop, facing the master of ceremonies in front of them, the master of ceremonies seemed to be saying something, Qianmu didn't listen, just felt that his ears were buzzing, and suddenly felt a force in his hands, and turned his head to look, it was the people around him who smiled gently and grabbed their hands, this person he once loved the most, but now he pushed himself into the abyss step by step, he still smiled like that, just like the boy when he first met, but not like the boy, the boy is not here, the boy is in his own memories.

Qianshu raised his head and looked at the sky and the white sun, a tear crossed the corner of his eye, he shook off the hand of the master of ceremonies in the words of the emcee, and took out the short sword hidden in his sleeve, his eyes were extremely calm, and before the person on the other side was frightened to stop him, the short sword passed through the body of Qianshu.

Yan Ci was so sluggish that he knelt in front of Qiancurtain, hugged Qianshu tightly, watched Qianshu's mouth and abdomen continue to bleed, and called Qiancurtain's name in grief, and then shouted the imperial doctor

Wu Chi watched Qianshu stand up and fall, tears blurred his eyes instantly, and ran straight forward regardless of Liu Wu's support.

The people on the high platform also rushed down, and Qianshu's body twitched slightly, and the warm blood soaked the rooftop of Baishi, like the corners of a red wedding dress, getting bigger and bigger.

Qian Shu held his last breath and gently shook Wu Chi's hand

Raised his eyes and looked at Liu Ruyan, "Concubine Yun, Niangniang, a thousand curtains can't ...... I'm here for you....... ”

Stubborn as willow as smoke, he also hid his face and cried when he heard the words of the thousand curtains on the occasion of his death

"Princess, you must be happy every day."

Wu Chi tightly grasped Qianhui's hand, close to his tear-stained face, and nodded vigorously.

Qianshu turned his head to look at Mama Liu next to her, "Thank you for Mama Xie's nurturing grace...... A thousand blinds can only ...... I will return it in the next life. ”

Mama Liu gently stroked the face of the thousand curtains, her eyes were as soft as water, "Don't worry, go well, I have worked hard for the curtain in this life." ”

As if with permission, Qianshu closed his eyes and said with relief, "Postponement, I have married you once, and I have no regrets." ”

The aura of the thousand curtains gradually disappeared, and the force in his hand was also unloaded, sliding down from the side of Wu Chi's face.

The life of the thousand curtains disappeared in Yan Ci's arms, and Yan Ci sat on the ground until the last bit of temperature in his arms faded.

Mama Liu held Wuchi's shoulder, and let Wuchi, who was crying until he was almost out of strength, lean on his shoulder.

"It's all my fault, if I prevent Aunt Qian from returning to Chihua, if I can find Aunt Qian earlier..."

There was a relieved smile on the corner of Mama Liu's mouth, "The princess doesn't have to blame herself, this is the fate of the curtain, and this is a relief for her." ”

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After the thousand curtains left, the entire palace fell into a deathly silence, and the news of Empress Chihua's suicide at the canonization ceremony instantly spread throughout the Three Kingdoms.

Wu Chi opened his eyes in a trance, heard someone talking in his ear, seemed to be a little anxious, and listened attentively, only to hear that it was the voice of catkins.

"Princess, you're finally awake."

Wu Chi hadn't come back to his senses yet, but he felt that his head was heavy, and it was hard to turn his head, let alone lift it.

Before Wu Chi could return to the catkins, he saw that the catkins seemed to run out, and when he came back, he was followed by Mama Liu.

"Fetch the princess a glass of water, and sleep all day, without a drop of water."

Wuchi was helped by Mama Liu to lean on the couch, and drank a few sips of water handed by Liu Wu before coming back to his senses.

"Why is Grandma Liu here?"

A few more people came in from outside the door while speaking, Li Sese was so distressed that he held Wuchi's hand, Liu Ruyan's eyes were a little red, and he should have just cried.

Mama Liu took Wu Chi's thin wrist and took the pulse, Wu Chi looked at his hand, and he lost weight at some point, and it was very white.

"Does the princess know that she has a serious cold?"

Wuchi lowered his head "I know"

"How can I be so weak, how did Haisheng treat my Princess Chihua!" Liu Ruyan's eyebrows were full of anger.

"Aunt Qian...... How's it going" Wu Chi took Grandma Liu's hand and asked with concern

"The princess is at ease, the thousand curtains have entered the mausoleum."

Wuchi didn't cry, just nodded calmly.

The wind outside the house rustled the leaves, and the sun was still shining, but the old man was gone.

"I want to sleep a little longer."

—

When Wuchi woke up again, it was already night, and the catkins were lying on the side of the bed and sleeping a little heavily, Wuchi couldn't bear to scream, so he got out of bed carefully.

There seemed to be a wind blowing outside, a little cold, the fog pulled down the coat on the shelf, draped it on his body, the moonlight was thick, and the shadow of the eaves fell in the courtyard, which was somewhat unusual.

"Who is it?" Wu Chi was a little more guarded, surrounded by patrolling soldiers, who could come here quietly, except for Yin Qu, although his body was somewhat similar to Yin Qu, he was not Yin Qu.

The people on the eaves did not react, only the high bundle of hair fluttering in the wind.

"Xiao Heng?" Fog Chi came closer, confirmed

The man on the eaves laughed and jumped to the ground

"Long time no see." Xiao Heng smiled, the pear vortex at the corner of his mouth looming in the moonlight.

Wu Chi's eyebrows loosened slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, "Why don't you go to the palace gate?" ”

"The princess has a different identity now, and there are many people staring at the door, for fear of causing you trouble."

Indeed, there were not only patrolling soldiers at the door, but also He Lingjun's secret sentry, staring at the movements of the Yaxun Hall all the time.

Xiao Heng pulled Wu Chi to sit down, and took out a wooden box from his arms, and the surrounding area of the wooden box was filled with a strong herbal fragrance.

"The medicine for cold disease is not comparable to the medicine in the hospital."

"Thank you" Wu Chi suddenly remembered something, and suddenly said, "By the way, how is Chaozhong now, but what's wrong?" ”

Wu Chi thought that since Xiao Heng was now the prime minister, he should know everything about it.

"The acting emperor is still nowhere to be seen, some people revealed that he is still guarding the mausoleum of the acting queen, and I am now handling the affairs of the DPRK and China, there is nothing unusual, rest assured"

Wu Chi breathed a sigh of relief, Xiao Heng looked at Wu Chi, and there was some strange emotion in his eyes, but he quickly calmed down

"Princess, rest well."

Wu Chi nodded, watching Xiao Heng disappear into the night. Maybe it's an illusion, Wu Chi feels that Xiao Heng feels more and more different, and he can't see through it at a glance, and Xiao Heng has such light martial arts and martial arts, which is not practiced overnight, which requires a long time of training, and it is not easy to hide such strength.

What is Xiao Heng's purpose in doing this?

Wu Chi's thoughts drifted away, the tip of his nose lingered with the fragrance of herbs, his head seemed to be dizzy again, and sleepiness swept over in an instant, and he didn't have time to walk to the bed, and after lying on the table in a daze, he saw a figure in white standing at the door of the hall.