Since when has his world been rainy?

Luo Yuan didn't remember either.

Black mold thrives in his cold, damp world. At first, they only grew in unnoticed corners, but now they have crawled all over walls, porches, and window lattices, and are about to obscure the sky.

And the woman, far away, was in the place where the mold was overgrown. She was soaking wet and trembling, and looked at him wordlessly.

He wanted to wipe the rain off her face for her, hold up a paper oil umbrella for her, and drive away the cold for her, but when he took a step closer, she took a step back, and kept a distance of more than ten feet from him forever.

She was silent, standing in his rain-pouring world, watching him walk up to the golden dragon throne in the middle of the hall in his splendid crown and cirrus crown, and accept the worship of his ministers; Watch him walk alone through the royal gardens on his wedding night to the queen's bedchamber; watched him hurry to Concubine Hui's Huining Hall to visit the first prince he had just landed...... She stood in his world, silently witnessing every moment of his life.

He was extremely angry at first, he yelled at her, yes, I have added a few more concubines to myself, if you don't want to, come over and scold me, beat me, why? Why are you just standing there and refusing to come closer to me?! Don't you know what you look like, how distressed I am? Why, why can't I do anything for you?! Ruoning, tell me, what should I do?

But she still stood more than ten feet away without saying a word, her face full of sadness.

If you refuse to come, then I will go to you, he murmured.

The twenty years of Yongan are the twenty-second years of her absence.

Although he is still in middle age, his sideburns have long been dyed with hoarfrost, and his body is getting worse and worse than before.

This morning, the prince sent precious medicinal herbs and specially told him to take them as soon as possible after breakfast. It is now the second year of the prince's reign, and although he is only sixteen years old, the prince has done well under his tutelage. The current crown prince can already handle the affairs of the DPRK and China independently, without his involvement.

He thought he could finally go see her now.

At the end of the summer of that year, he finally returned to his cabin in that valley.

The cottage remained as it had been when they left, and the valley breeze blew through the windows and blew the red wedding gown hanging from the wardrobe, causing the stones on the gown to collide gently and make a delicate and crisp sound.

In the green space in front of the house, there is a small mound surrounded by flowers, and the green pines planted in front of the mound have now grown to the thickness of the mouth of the bowl.

"The tomb of my wife Yang Ruoning," the young prince stood in front of the tombstone in a black-clad dragon robe, chanting. His mother once told him that the woman who was buried here was his father's favorite woman.

He had always wondered what kind of woman she was, and why she could make her father miss her for the rest of her life, but her mother warned him that that woman was a taboo that she could not mention in front of his father no matter what.

"Yi'er," the person behind him called him.

The crown prince turned around and saw that it was his father. "Father," he said.

"You never asked me about her story," Luo Yuan caressed the tombstone of the blue stone, his eyes full of affection and nostalgia. "She's my lady, you must be curious about me and her story......"

"I met her for the first time on a summer evening when I was seven years old, at the pier of Youzhou City......"

That was the first time the crown prince had heard her father tell her story. He was immersed in his father's mournful voice, and he was a little distracted.

"Child, Child," he heard his father calling him.

He hurriedly raised his head and looked at his father, "Yes, father." ”

"The horn of hunting under the mountain sounds, you must have found something good, you should go and take a look."

"What about Father?"

"I'm tired, I'm going to go into the house to rest," Luo Yuan patted him on the shoulder, turned around and walked to the cabin behind him.

The crown prince looked at his father's back and watched him walk into the hut.

The valley breeze sent a song 'Jiangchengzi' chanted by the father.

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window.

There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

In the twenty-second year of Yong'an, a wooden house in the royal enclosure walked on the water, and the emperor was killed.