There were not many people at the New Year's banquet, three or two concubines, two princes and a princess were one of the few lively. Several people from the Fang family sat below, and opposite was the family of Brother Ruguifei.

The palace is bright and brightly lit. The night outside is thick, and the silence highlights the bustle here.

The emperor seemed to be greedy for the cup, and before the song and dance began, he withdrew.

Hu Sanhai accompanied him all the way to the edge of the Taiye Pool, and the water in the pool was as black as the night.

The sky was blank, and there was not half a star. In the distance, there was a dark fragrance from the plum garden.

The Emperor took a deep breath and exhaled heavily, and the white qi dispersed in front of him.

He suddenly asked, "Sanhai, does Ah Zhao really hate me?"

Without waiting for Hu Sanhai to answer, the emperor whispered to himself, "She must hate me. She knows everything, knows that I have gone to assassinate that person repeatedly, and knows that I killed Wang Yanshu."

Hu Sanhai was shocked, he didn't dare to guess what was written in the letter presented to the emperor by Madame Fang in the evening.

What kind of plan did the girl who was as bright as the morning sun plan twenty years after her death?

"She knows that I am planning a crisis in the south, she knows that I will let her go to Shu, and she knows that I will let her be buried in the imperial tomb."

"Ah Zhao calculated me accurately, so ruthlessly." He suddenly smiled, not knowing whether it was a little smug or a little desolate, "Just like when I was scheming against her."

"I'm calculating her......" he scoffed, "I just want to marry her."

"She hates me, and would rather kill herself like this than marry me. Hate me so far."

Hu Sanhai was so shocked that he couldn't speak, the blood in Lu'an City was like a river, because of the death of Rong Laihou, a large-scale search and massacre. But did she commit suicide? An arrow into the shoulder, poison into the heart.

His thoughts involuntarily flew back to his upper study in the evening.

At that time, the emperor was furious and almost knocked the table up. He almost thought that the emperor was going to order the killing of General Zhennan's wife, who was kneeling in front of him.

"Your sister thinks that if this is the case, I will be soft-hearted and will give in?" The Emperor sneered at her, "Foolish."

The cloud was neither sad nor angry, and she bowed down obediently: "Your Majesty's Sacred Heart is dictatorial, and there is no complaint in life and death. Yun Duo only begged His Majesty, but Sister A's last wish was to remove her from the imperial tomb. She has suffered too much in her lifetime, why does Your Majesty let her not be at peace after her death?"

Hu Sanhai felt that she was crazy, and she wanted to anger His Majesty on the cusp of this storm.

Sure enough, the emperor was even more angry: "Bastard!"

Hu Sanhai knelt down and shouted, "Your Majesty is angry."

Ji Xingyan breathed deeply, he was still recalling the letter. He was so sad that he wanted to cry. The dignified emperor wanted to cry.

Obviously, before leaving Shu, she was so gentle and considerate, saying that when she returned, she would enter the palace and accompany him for a long time. But she had gone with the determination to die, and she was just deceiving him.

Yun Zhao took such great pains to plan for the sake of the Fang Clan, for the sake of the clouds, and for the sake of the Yuyang Army, and the past was revealed one by one, and he was defeated in a few words.

But what about Ah Yan? All she left behind was the words "I have no regrets in this life, and I won't see you in the next life".

He stayed under the pillow and looked through it night and night, so that he could feel that although she was ruthless, she was not so ruthless. He has been holding his fantasies for more than 20 years, how ridiculous!

In this letter, which spanned more than 20 years, there are a few words that were really left to Ah Yan.

"If Ah Zhao is in front of me, I will definitely kill her." When the emperor said this, Hu Sanhai was so frightened that he knelt on the ground.

The edge of the pool was quiet for a long time, only the sound of the cold wind, and it rampaged through this palace without any scruples.

"Hu Sanhai."

He came back to his senses in horror: "The minions are here."

The emperor rubbed his jade pendant in his hand, and the words on the back read word by word on his finger: "My Ah Zhao is the star in the sky."

His stars were swept into the night by his own hands, and there was no more light.

"When the weather is warm, let Si Tianjian pick an auspicious day and move Yun Zhao out of the Imperial Tomb."

Hu Sanhai was shocked. emperor

In a low voice, she said, "This is her wish, I don't want to be the last thing in this life, and she still hates me and resents me."

"Yun Zhao doesn't want to enter the Imperial Mausoleum. He shall weep night and night, and shall not be free in life, nor shall he die, and shall voluntarily go to hell without seeking to die."

The Emperor remembered the last words she had written in her letter. She saw him so thoroughly that she hated him early on.

On the edge of the empty pool, the emperor wept in the thick of the night.

Zhao, I really miss you.

After Yun Zhao left, Ji Xingyan never dreamed of her once, no matter how much he thought of her, the beauty never dreamed.

This night, he dreamed.

In the Mid-Autumn Festival of that year, he and Ah Zhao went to Zhuguo Temple to offer incense. Zhuguo Temple bamboo forest into a piece, pine and cypress, the scenery is excellent. It was also a light day, and they walked together in the back mountains.

Ah Zhao talked to him about a recent article that her husband taught, and talked to him about governing the army and the country.

He looked at Ah Zhao's eyebrows fluttering, his expression was radiant, and his heart was as high and comfortable as the weather.

This is Yun Zhao, as long as she is by his side, he will feel that everything in this world is lovely, and those noisy conspiracies are all out of his heart, and he is free.

Before leaving, Ah Zhao went to calculate a hexagram. Without waiting to listen to the master's explanation, the fifth child came to her, and she hid to the side to mutter.

He asked the master, "What about the hexagrams?"

The master cherished words like gold, and only said eight words: "Love is deep and longevity, and wisdom will hurt."

At that time, he thought to himself: You old bald donkey, my Ah Zhao will live happily and happily for ninety-nine. What kind of love is not longevity and wisdom is bound to hurt, it is all a lie.

Ah Zhao turned back, and he pulled her away.

"Hey, don't pull me, I haven't heard the hexagram yet."

"The master said, you have a big face and thick skin, and you can live ninety-nine."

In this way, he was beaten by Ah Zhao.

Ji Xingyan woke up from his dream, and the voice and smile of the person in the dream were so clear that he felt desperate. He reached out and touched his face, it was wet and cold.

Love is deep and longevity, and wisdom will hurt.

It was a phrase that was forgotten in his memory.

He never believed in gods and Buddhas, and he remembered that Ah Zhao was the same.

But in the years that followed, she seemed to be very religious.

On the day of the Shangyuan Lantern Festival, the Fang family went out to visit the Lantern Festival.

The clouds held Fang Jingliang's hand, and all his eyes touched were memories of the past.

"Remember? The first time we met was at the Shangyuan Lantern Festival."

Yun Duo frowned, Fang Jingliang glared at her, and said unhappily, "You don't remember?"

The clouds laughed flatteringly. He sighed: "Yes, there were so many people that day, and only I remember it."

"Did you fall in love with me at first sight?"

Fang Jingliang snorted coldly: "Nonsense." The clouds smiled presumptuously, his gaze so doting.

Fang Yuanbin helped Sun Yuan walk slowly, holding her arm with one hand and her waist with the other: "Lady, be careful."

"It's okay, I'm fine." Sun Yuan smiled, and the lights reflected on her face were bright and moving.

"Is everything at home settled?" She asked in a low voice, Fang Yuanbin bowed, "Your Majesty has allowed us to go back to Yuyang and go to Jialinguan in the north when the summer moon comes."

"That's fine."

"The lady is at ease, as long as she raises the baby with peace of mind. I discussed with my mother, and before and after you gave birth, my father and I would go first, and my mother and little sister would stay with you, and then go north when you are better."

Fang Yuanzhi and Fang Xiaoxiao ran at the front, and they enthusiastically integrated into the Lantern Festival. The courteous and modest bachelor was just a happy boy at this time.

"Second brother, look, there's a monkey show!" Fang Xiaoxiao ran forward, turned around and called her brother, and turned around and crashed into the arms of a person in the crowd.

Lang Lang is a young man, and his starry eyes are painted. He evoked a cynical smile: "Under Xie Jinnan, dare to ask the girl's name?"

"Prodigal son, stay away from my home!" Fang Yuanzhi pulled the girl away and glanced at him fiercely.

The young man's smile was so clear, she smiled and turned back and responded, "My name is Fang Xiaoxiao."

At that time, the youth was beautiful, and the light of a generation was behind a generation.

In the summer of the thirtieth year of Xinghe, General Zhennan and his eldest son went north, took over the northern army, and formed the lion of the three states to guard the northern frontier. In the same month, the eldest daughter-in-law gave birth to the eldest grandson of the Xia clan and named Fang Lin.

The following month, Mrs. Fang and her entourage went north.

In the autumn, the Northern Army repelled the Jin attack.

His Majesty gave the name to the Northern Army: Changzhao Army, its commander Fang Jingliang was named Changzhao Gong, and Handan gave the mansion, which was the land of the original Yunfu.

The prestige of the purple-clothed marquis, from the south to the north, has not been extinguished for decades. The banner of the Changzhao Army is still a snail purple background red gold inscription.

There was a lot of snow in Jialinguan that year. The cloud couple stood on the towering city wall and looked out at the vastness of the north outside the pass.

"Sister is finally buried with her husband, and I will forget her wish."

"Sister will be very happy." Fang Jingliang clasped her shoulders, "Every year from now on, I will accompany you back to offer incense."

The clouds nodded, and she looked up at the sky, where the snow was falling down.

"Sister! It's snowing!" She shouted to the sky, "I'll wait for you to come back and make wine and tea!"

The night was as old as ever, and the wind and snow were even more urgent. It's as if a distant old man is responding with this.

Under the lively porch, there is a small tandoor, the stove is hot with autumn dew, boiling water to cook tea, red meat is fried on the tiles, and oil flowers gradually emerge, and the skin of the meat is rolled up, turning white and yellow.

On the table are red hawthorn, purple grapes, yellow pea crisp, white custard cake and pastry.

The white-skinned sesame cake is printed with the word "Fu" in red, and the gray-brown ceramic cup has a pattern like a meteor.

On the low stool sat two tall men, one looking down at the fire, the other stretching out his body to hand the kettle to the long table in the distance.

On the long table are verdant vegetables, brown mushrooms, snow-white garlic cloves and bright red peppers.

One man and one at the long table wore an indigo round-necked robe, and the other wore a water-red plum blossom skirt. One of them is chopping vegetables, and the other is peeling garlic with his head down.

On the rocking chair by the small hearth lay a girl, dressed in a blue lotus dress and draped with a woolen blanket on her legs, looking at the corner of the cloister, and waving excitedly.

The person who walked slowly from the corridor was dressed in a green shirt, draped in light gray silver fox fur, with a soft smile on his face.

Their eyebrows and eyes were blurred, but their smiles were so clear.

Outside the corridor, the snow was pouring down, the pure world was white, and a few plum blossoms were turned out of the wall. new

The old man returned to the old corridor, and the wine and tea became more fragrant. I don't see the old people, and I hear the laughter.

All the tenderness turned into a snowflake in the wind in laughter, drifting away to the distant gate, sending the news of the deceased.

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