My name is Lin Sheng, the life of life.

My soul comes from an era of war and strife, an era full of blood and smoke, the sound of trumpets and artillery fire is the last sound I hear, the moment my body falls, I see the devastated land of China - New China, I can't wait for you......

When I opened my eyes again, everything in front of me was different, the rat tail and the flower pot shoes, which looked both absurd and real.

I have a new name, called Jingshu, meaning demure and beautiful, gentle and obedient, but I don't want to be such a woman, the iron-clad Sichuan girl has never been a bird trapped in the courtyard of the Quartet, but I finally adapted to the life in front of me, poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, female red cooking, what should be learned or have to learn, but in addition, I love to ride and shoot, when I gallop in the woods, I have a feeling of being alive.

On that day, I happened to meet a man who was exceptionally handsome, and I couldn't help but tease a couple of sentences, but I didn't expect that he was actually a saint today—I haven't read much history, but I also clearly remember that no emperor in the Qing Dynasty had a year name of Apocalypse—but he was a good emperor and a good husband.

I'll admit that I like him a little, but it's not enough to make me give up on myself.

Even after becoming a queen, I still longed for freedom.

The days in the palace are actually not difficult, the concubines have their own beauty, and love to dress up, Concubine Shu is noble, Concubine Xin is charming, Concubine Xun is delicate, Concubine Ying is simple, etc., when I come to ask for peace, I often sigh that my eyes are not enough, but the emperor doesn't seem to like any of them.

Too picky, too.

But I can remember that he promised that as long as the crown prince is established, he will let me leave the Forbidden City without worries - but he can't touch the concubines in the palace, when will the prince have a shadow! It's really sad.

Coincidentally, I met a rare beauty - Wei Yi, as weak as a pear blossom beaten by rain, timid, delicate, I couldn't help but feel distressed when I saw it, not to mention the emperor, sure enough, the emperor saw her at a glance.

There is a play, there is definitely a play!

I was overjoyed, thinking that I was finally one step closer to my goal, but somehow, I always felt empty.

As I expected, the emperor was very fond of Wei Yi, almost three years of hugging the two, giving birth to a child with a click, the emperor is also a painful person, as soon as the child landed, he was held to me to raise, Wei Yi was light and light, so tired that I almost took my life to take their children - I suspect that he is taking revenge on me, but I have no evidence.

As the days passed, I looked at the children in my palace and felt that the chances of leaving were becoming slimmer.

Sometimes I would lean against the porch in a daze, recalling my previous life, thin and small with a big knife on my back, seeing the devil is chopping, pouring blood on my head, but I don't feel afraid at all, but I feel that my blood is boiling, and my soul is trembling and screaming—I wake up, but there is a pool of stagnant water in front of me day after day.

Alas, today is also a day of sighs.

Finally, Yonglu was about to turn ten years old, and Yongyan was also four years old, so I went to the emperor in a hurry and asked him if the crown prince had been chosen? He didn't say anything, only ordered to go down to Jiangnan.

Gangnam......

It is completely different from the northeast, every detail here has a gentle gentleness, even the wind is lingering, I look quite novel at first glance, and then I feel that it is just like that, when I want to talk to the emperor about the establishment of the prince, there is an urgent report from the southwest.

Kanegawa! Jinchuan - That's my hometown!

I knew that our group of ancestors were just restless, no wonder I was at that time, and I was still beating my own people at every turn, and I was so idle - but, I won't drop the chain at a critical time, even if I am bare-handed, I also fought bloody in the War of Resistance - now is not the time to talk about this!

"Honghao, I will definitely win, believe me." I'm going to fight our ancestors in Sichuan, I feel energized when I think about it.

"Let me go, I want to go." The old lady really doesn't want to give you a baby!

The Emperor finally agreed, and he seemed worried about me, but I was so happy.

I cut off the hair I had grown for many years, and just like in my previous life, I only kept short hair that reached my ears, and set off lightly-

Lin Sheng, go home!

***

My name is Wei Yi, ethereal.

My life is like a cloud in the sky, distant and unreachable.

Everyone said that the emperor loved me the most, and he turned a blind eye to the concubines in the palace, and only favored me alone, but I know that the person in the emperor's heart has never been me, and the queen Nala Jingshu is the person he poured his love into.

In the spring of the thirty-first year of the Apocalypse, I gave birth to the fourth son of the emperor, Yongxuan, and the emperor never favored me since the queen left, but only ordered me to be promoted to the imperial concubine, in charge of the affairs of the six palaces, and waited for the queen to return.

However, the queen did not return after all.

The Battle of Jinchuan was fought for five years, and the battle was tragic, just by the words of the war report, we can know that the emperor sent many people to protect the queen, but the queen still died on that land, and she didn't even think about leaving a whole corpse for herself - I have never seen the emperor so sad, he held the queen's ashes, and cried heartbreakingly until he lost his voice.

I don't understand, why the queen has to go, obviously, she also likes the emperor.

Since then, the emperor has never stepped into the harem, the concubines seem to be accustomed to such cold treatment, life is comfortable and chic, only me, always trapped in that ethereal love, how can I get out.

I once secretly went to the Palace of Heart Cultivation to see, the emperor is much older, he sits there, but his spirit does not know where to go - the queen's ashes are placed by him in the most conspicuous position in the palace of heart cultivation, occasionally when he stops to take a nap, he always stares deeply at the black box, as if this way he can meet the queen again.

I'll never have me in his eyes anymore.

I finally recognized this reality, and in an instant, my heart was like a knife.

But I have nothing to hold grudges about.

I was originally the dirt under the feet of mortal dust, it was the queen who lifted me to the clouds, she is such a good person, it is not surprising that the emperor loves her - it is me, and I also admire and love the queen.

The days in the palace are really difficult, day after day, the life is extremely boring, the red walls and tiles seem to be dull and gray-white, there is no trace of brilliance, the sun is haloed, and one shadow after another is revealed, like a haze that cannot be dissolved in the heart.

In the thirty-eighth year, the Empress Dowager of Shoukang Palace died, and before the emperor guarded the filial piety, he lost a lot of weight, and became more and more old, seeing that Yonglu and Yongyan were slowly growing up, and the matter of the prince in the court gradually became rumored.

But I don't care about that anymore.

Like a dream, I seemed to see the queen, she was still so bright and bright, but in the blink of an eye, her figure disappeared in front of me.

Life passed slowly, I knew that I couldn't last long, and the palace maid in my ear was still shouting, "Wait a little longer, the emperor will come soon", but I knew that he would not come, and he never had me in his heart.

The scenery in front of me is a little bit scattered, far away, there seems to be the sound of singing, accompanied by the sound of the piano chanting and singing: "The hills overlap and the gold is extinguished, the temples and clouds want to be fragrant and snowy, lazy to draw moth eyebrows, and it is late to make up and groom." Before and after the flowers, the flower surface reflects each other, the new post embroiders the robe, and the double golden partridge. ”

Yes, I also had longings and expectations, and I had an ignorant yearning for the love between men and women, but I still missed it after all.

Outside the window, the wind rustled the leaves, and there seemed to be footsteps hurrying in.

I slowly closed my eyes and plunged into the endless darkness.

It's a dream.

***

In the fortieth year of the Apocalypse, the imperial concubine Wei Jia died of illness in Yongshou Palace, and was called the imperial concubine of Lingyi.

In the 60th year of the Apocalypse, the emperor declared the second son of the emperor, Prince Jia, Yongyan, as the crown prince, and at the same time posthumously crowned the crown prince's biological mother, Emperor Lingyi, as the Empress of Xiaoyi.

It's officially over here.,Although there's a lot more I want to write.,But,That's it.,Life should always leave some regrets (in fact, I really can't write T^T)

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