In the tenth year of Lide, on the third day of the lunar month, Rongguo was immersed in a group of celebrations, and continuous fireworks bloomed under the sky, gorgeous and colorful like a dream.

The atmosphere in the palace is still lifeless, since the death of the queen, His Majesty has never stepped into the palace and the Jinshui Palace, even if the Fusang Palace has been repaired, he has not been to see it, let alone let anyone mention the matter of the singer.

In the past ten years, the singer seems to have never appeared, and the people related to it have disappeared.

The Queen Mother also left in the year of the queen's death, and in that year, His Majesty was so thin that he was in a trance, and his spirit became more and more trance-like, and all government affairs were represented by me. And the Emperor Taishang lived to this day, ten years later, he was full of silver hair, faltering, and sat in the imperial garden every day to tease his grandson, and told his grandson about the heroic deeds of his youth.

This imperial grandson has been named the crown prince since birth, but he is not born to His Majesty, no one knows where he came from, but everyone knows to avoid talking about it, and believes that he is His Majesty's child, the new emperor in the future.

This year's cold winter, the Emperor Taishang failed to survive.

According to the meaning of the Emperor Taishang during his lifetime, the funeral was simple. Ten days later, His Majesty heard that the Fusang flowers in the Imperial Palace had bloomed, and he took him into the imperial tomb.

The hibiscus flower has not bloomed for ten years, and everyone thought it was dead, but it was revived at this time, and it didn't look like it was for the emperor. On the day of the revival of Fusang flowers, some people said that the West Mountain collapsed, and the tomb where the West Tower was buried was seriously damaged, and His Majesty sent someone to repair it, but the report said that the bones in the tomb were not seen, which was very strange. He suddenly grabbed the man's clothes and made him repeat it three times, and suddenly burst out laughing. I had never seen him so happy, laughing like a child for a long time, and at last he suddenly burst into tears, and in the evening His Majesty dragged me to drink wine for a long time.

He said that this wine was made by Ayan, and only this jar remained. I secretly hid the jar behind me and changed it for tea.

At the beginning of January, news came from Yan that Emperor Yan died and died at the age of more than half a hundred.

His Majesty ordered the coffin of the Queen Mother to be dug up again and sent to the Yan Kingdom.

On the first day of January of the following year, Emperor Rong died.

I sat cross-legged in front of his grave and took out the plum blossom brew that had been hidden in the jar again.

In the mountains and bamboos, the wind blew, and I heard someone shouting at me. The moment I turned around, the bamboo leaves were fluttering, and I seemed to have returned to the day before Emperor Rong's death. It snowed heavily that day, and the snow under the castle tower became thicker and thicker, and it was plain as if it had been washed. There was a touch of red in it, which seemed to melt the thick snow on the earth.

He stood on the tower of Dongyang Gate and was distracted for a while. And I waited on the sidelines, not daring to disturb.

I knew who he was thinking about, the woman he had forced down the tower, such a cold and good-looking person.

However, it was not her who His Majesty was waiting for, and she had been waiting for the wrong person.

Once upon a time, this land carried many grand ambitions of His Majesty, and now the Si people are gone, and everything is over.

He laughed self-deprecatingly, the corners of his eyes like a ravine, his eyes like dust.

The wind grew louder and louder, and I followed his gaze to the vast plains outside Rongwai, with a few beacon towers, and rivers that meandered to the west, and after a thousand miles, the tributaries of all the places converged and flowed into the sea. Just like him and them, even if they have their own lives, go their own ways, and have intersected and separated on the way, in the end, they are not buried together with the loess. No matter how much love and hatred you have in life, it has no meaning to this world at the moment of death.

There was a whisper in the ear, and in the wind, the subtle could not be more subtle, faintly audible:

There are plums, in fact, there are seven Xi, beg me to cover the Shi, and it is auspicious;

There are plums, in fact, there are seven Xi, beg me to cover the Shi, and it is now and now;

There are plums, baskets, begging me to cover the priests, and they are embarrassed.

After a song, the cold wind became more and more urgent, he tightened his coat, turned around to leave, I stretched out my hand to help, and suddenly heard a woman's voice, as if rolling in the cold wind, ethereal, gentle and sad. The untouched hand trembled terribly, but the dusty eyes suddenly ignited with hope, and he hurried to find the direction of the sound, and searched the castle tower like crazy, and there were words in his mouth, but I did not hear clearly.

The wind calmed down a little, and he stopped all his movements, facing the sunset, and half of his face was a little colorful.

I couldn't see his face clearly, I didn't know what he was thinking or looking for at this time. But I know that Emperor Rong, who has infinite power and no longer exists, maybe as long as there is another gust of wind, this generation of emperors will fall down, and his deeds will be forgotten by the world under the destruction of time, just like the cold wind of this winter, which is terrifying when it stops whistling, and ceases to exist when it rolls away.

There was another soft voice, which was now clearer, as if it were from some palace. His expression seemed to be pulled into his youth, and on the one hundred and eight steps, Empress Tingting stood in front of the Yongle Palace, put her hands to her mouth, and shouted at him: "Wei Zhen! ”

The voice was crisp and slightly resentful.

And I, too, heard it.

A gust of wind blew, and only Qiu Yi flew away in front of him.

He reached out of the tower, but he didn't catch anything.

Tears solidified into tips of ice in the icy cold wind, and they fell from the tower, just as the Buddha fell that year, and shattered into flowers.

It's as if it never began, and it's long since it all ended.

I don't know who he was thinking about at that time, he thought it was a Buddha, but he was like a queen, maybe in his heart, he had always been indebted, he had always remembered, and he wanted to be a person.

The white horse passed through the gap, and it was more than ten years. I have assisted that little doll so far, if it is peaceful and prosperous today, I will naturally have to retire successfully.

On the day I left, I went to see the city wall of Dongzhimen for the first time, and the people on the fortress had long since lost their souls, and I was also old.

The little doll always complained: 'Uncle Huang, you just passed and stood up, why bother to be old-fashioned all day long?' I also wondered, perhaps, that heart had already fallen and broken along with the Buddha on the wall, or maybe it was burned in the fire with the former queen, anyway, the heart was dead, and there was no more enthusiasm, just a shell.

But when I unloaded a heavy burden, I suddenly felt that my eyes were open, looking up at the sky, looking down at the ground, outside the palace wall, there was a lost ten years of the past, those years, it was really good, the first queen is still there, Buddha, Yanzhen, and brother are still there, if there is no hatred, we should all have our own lives.

But...... They're gone, leaving me alone, dreaming of shattered dreams in the dark.

The city grew darker and darker, and it wasn't until the palace people turned on the lights that I came back to my field of vision. The moonlight and candlelight blend, everything around, silent, but if you listen carefully, you can still hear a slight laughter in the distance, coming with the wind, far and near, as if you can reach out and grasp it.

I turned around and left the imperial city that had held me back for years.

The wind behind me was getting louder and louder, as if urging me to tell me that it was time!

I still made up my mind to go to Gangnam.

I still remember that the first queen once mentioned that she had lived in a small town in Chu for a long time, and she originally thought that when she was free, wouldn't it be nice to go back with her and drink a glass of wine she brewed. Although this wish will never come true again, it would be good if I could take a second look.

After all these years of being busy with government affairs, I never had time to miss the old people, let alone reminisce, and naturally I never studied the location of that town, but with a few words that the former queen accidentally mentioned, I finally found the tavern.

Originally, it was called 'Xuanmu'

There is no business in the store, and the drinkers in twos and threes have a plate of pickled vegetables and drink that cup of old wine, and the aroma of wine can be smelled outside the store.

Flavor...... It is similar to the plum blossom brewed by the former queen!

The aroma of the wine seemed to seep through every inch of skin, and for a moment, time seemed to go backwards, and I seemed to see her smiling wantonly, looking at me, silent for a long time.

The shopkeeper in front of the cabinet came to greet me, and I came back to my senses. The girl in front of me tilted her head to look at me, and when she saw that I hesitated, she turned her head and went back.

What I hesitated was not whether to drink or not, but her face, which reminded me of the rebellious young man who won great feats before the battle, but suddenly unloaded his reputation and turned his head to teach.

Still puzzled, suddenly someone gently patted me on the shoulder, followed by a soft call:

"Yao?"

I stood still, staring blankly at the sunlight shining on the door of the store, watching it move little by little, and a hole suddenly exploded in the dusty place in my heart for a long time......

When I came to Chu State, I stopped and walked, took a carriage, rubbed the caravan, it took three months to get here, all the way through two seasons, to this day, it is a warm spring, winter to spring, and then I heard someone call me Yao, there is a feeling of being separated from the world.

But it feels good.