Outside the guard

As soon as the first month flickered, it was already the beginning of summer. Red plum Xie, peony sheng.

I heard Yao say that the flowers of the Fusang Hall are blooming very well, one by one, one by one, all over the stairs outside the Fusang Palace, but no one dares to clean them without my order.

This night, I had a dream, outside the Dongyang Gate, the Buddha fell from the city tower, the blooming blood was like a wall full of vines, winding far away on the bluestone ground laid by the cold sun.

Ah Yan held the face of the Buddha and asked me with bloodshot eyes: Why didn't I die?

I also want to ask, why didn't my father burn the Fusang Hall more vigorously and burned me to death that year?

In the blink of an eye, things are not people.

Mu'er ran in from outside the hall, tugging at my sleeve and begging me to accompany him to the garden, but Cheng'en chased him in, and hurriedly knelt down, full of forgiveness.

I looked down at them and waved my hand for him to carry the baby away.

For this child, I have never wanted to admit a fact. That year, after Ah Yan left, I went to Xishan to worship Xilou, and on the way back, I met a woman holding a dying child. The woman looked like Ayan.

On that day, a drizzle fell on the West Mountain, wetting the woman's hair, and I sat in the sedan chair and lifted the curtain to look at her for a long time.

Later I brought her back to the palace.

But the woman died and killed herself.

She left, and I didn't even have the last thoughts, leaving only Mu'er. I see him as the only one, but he is not my flesh and blood.

In the second year, I made my infant child the crown prince, and if I was not in the future, I would be assisted by Yao.

I watched Chengen take Mu'er out of the hall, and I felt inexplicably distressed. I know that I have always thought of them as Ah Yan, whether it is a woman who is somewhat similar to her, or a woman's child. I've been deceiving myself, but so what? It's good to live in a dream that you weave.

Ten years of virtue, the cold winter is coming.

The emperor was too much, I did not bury the queen mother with him, and buried the emperor in the imperial mausoleum, and the queen mother moved to Yan Kingdom.

The West Mountain collapsed, but the coffin in the West Building was empty, and I suddenly remembered that ten years ago, the Fusang Hall was fired, and the wreckage burned for a day and a night, but I couldn't find a trace of the three coffins.

I suddenly believe that she is not dead! Because Ayan is the only one in the world who will do whatever it takes to fulfill the Buddha's wish and reunite them... I'd rather think like that.

On the last day of the year, I was in good spirits and took Mu'er to the Imperial Garden to enjoy the snow. Mu'er is ten years old and has three points of Ayan's heroic spirit. Although she was young, she knew that she never mentioned the word 'queen' in front of me, and she always stayed by my side quietly, listening to me talk about the situation in the world, and learning politics with me.

Snow fell in the sky, and in an instant, the imperial garden was plain white, only a strange rock, a few red plum trees warmed up the cold winter.

Yao stroked the piano for me, Mu'er danced the sword for me, lined with snow, and I gradually became sleepy.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and I reached out to catch it and protect it in my heart. This is the snow that Ayan yearns for the most, maybe every winter in the past ten years, she will accompany me to watch the snow in the distance... Perhaps, she has already married Zuo Qing, and perhaps, they already have children.

Then I will be lonely in this life, and I will have nothing to worry about.

I died in the cold winter of the 11th year of Lide, and on this day the snow was heavy and clean. And my only regret is that I didn't say sorry to her face-to-face.

I am Wei Zhen, worthy of heaven and earth in my life, only worthy of Su Yan alone, one, a person who cares about him to death.