Leye's first spring rain had just fallen, and she squatted in the mud in the courtyard to weed, drenched in a slight rain, humming a leisurely tune. A bright yellow figure appeared in front of her. She didn't look up and continued to work.

"When you see me, don't you kneel?" he was a little annoyed. But she did not speak, as if she could not see or hear anything around her. He didn't beat around the bush anymore, and asked directly, "The imperial doctor said, are you pregnant?" Her eyes darkened, and she replied calmly, "Yes, what does the emperor want to do?"

"Is it me?" he raised his eyebrows.

"Feel free, you think it's yes, it's not, it's not. She replied so casually.

He stooped down and pinched her chin, forcing her to look up at him, "What do you want to do?

"Well, the concubine also thinks that this abacus is very good...... So what does the emperor want now?" she replied to his fiery gaze. She called him the emperor and called herself a concubine, and he was a little uncomfortable.

He let go of her and put his hands behind his back, "Here's it!"

A eunuch came with a steaming bowl of potion and placed it in front of her.

He said coldly, "Drink it, and I will spare you the death penalty." ”

She glanced at it and smiled lightly, "Given by the emperor, how can I not drink it." With that, she picked up the bowl without frowning, and drank the whole bowl of medicine with a blank face, not a drop left, and at the end, she wiped the residue from the corner of her mouth. Xiahou Jing has never liked to drink medicine, but this time, she actually felt that the decoction was a little sweet, which was not as strong as the bitterness in her heart.

Song Chengchao suddenly felt that there seemed to be something heavy and stuffy in his heart, just like the glass ornament given by the queen mother when he was a child fell to the ground and broke, although it had no value in his heart, but the moment it was broken, it would still be a little uncomfortable. Xiahou Xun saw the sadness in his eyes and smiled at him, "Your Majesty, you don't have to hurt your gods for a kind of evil......

He snorted coldly and led the group away.

Xiahou Wei looked at his back, lowered his head and continued to weed, but he planted it headlong, and the blood quickly stained her plain palace clothes, blood and rain, soaked the flowers and plants she worked hard to take care of, and the rain fell on her face, revealing a trace of coolness, this spring, it was so cold......

Song Chengchao stood by the window and looked at the dripping rain outside, and Song Chengning beside him said slowly, "If the child is yours, then she is the sinner who killed the dragon heir with her own hands; No matter which one it is, it can be the reason for us to bring down the Xiahou family. The emperor played this game of chess very well......"

When Xiahou Wei knew, this tragic war that lasted for half a month had come to an end, and no one in the Xiahou family survived except her. She didn't cry, but she was still quietly raising flowers and grass alone, pretending that the years were quiet. She didn't wait for him to come and kill her, but waited for the arrival of the county lord of Yiyang.

"I wonder what the emperor thinks, he has always been reluctant to get rid of such a scourge as you. ”

"I'm also wondering. She lowered her eyes to loosen the soil for the flowers and plants, and her hands were muddy.

"His current throne, no one can shake it, your existence is the biggest problem for him, the ministers of the DPRK and China have written many times to ask to kill you, but he just hasn't done it. ”

"Hmm...... I know. ”

Song Chengning left after saying this, in fact, Xiahou Ying's existence is insignificant, and no one cares, whether it is the emperor or the courtiers. All this is just Song Chengning's lies, she just thinks it's funny, she thinks this woman named Xiahou Jing will definitely do something interesting.

In the blink of an eye, it was the third dog of June, the sun was hot, and the whole palace was shrouded in a hot air. But at this time, daylilies grow very beautifully, Xiahou Wei stays with them all day long, she likes to talk to them, tell them stories, she is in a good mood, as if everything in the past does not exist, basking in the sun alone, making forgetful sorrows, playing the piano and painting.

It was only on that night, when the breeze was blowing and the moon was full and the moon was good, that she piled up dry wood in the yard and lit a fire without warning. When the fire was blazing, almost the entire palace rushed over, not to put out the fire, but to join in the fun, everyone always thought that this was a deserted courtyard, no one lived.

When Song Chengchao arrived, the fire was already very strong, and he couldn't see the pavilion in the courtyard clearly. Song Chengning's laughter lingered in his ears, and he asked Song Chengning, is it really that funny? Song Chengning said, this stupid woman, really think that her existence is very important to you.

Song Chengchao seemed to understand something, but he didn't know what he should do now, whether to save her or stand here and watch the excitement, in the end, he still chose the former, he just hoped that she wouldn't die in the palace, adding bad luck to it, yes, that's it, it's not because he may care about her a little bit.

When he ran to the courtyard, Xiahou Wei was standing on the roof, wearing a plain palace dress and looking very pale in the firelight, her hair was scattered, she was not powdered, her eyes were empty, and she couldn't see her emotions. Seeing Song Chengchao downstairs, she seemed to have a moment of joy, but was soon overwhelmed by sadness.

She muttered to herself, "Why don't you cut the grass and get rid of it...... If I die, you won't have any worries......"

During this time in the cold palace, she thought about a lot of things clearly, she was her father's pawn, although she had never completed the task of the pawn well, but this identity was there, and he had no reason to let him go. If you can live until now, you should be extra gracious, you should have left a long time ago, but you just want to plant this piece of forgetfulness as your own sacrifice.

Forget the worries and the grass grows, and the beauty passes away, which should be the best ending.

Without a word of parting, even if it was a goodbye, she just jumped down, like a lonely leaf, swallowed by the sea of fire in an instant...... Chaochao, your throne is finally secured, you will be happy......

The wind gradually became stronger, the fire burned brightly, Song Chengchao was taken out of the garden by a group of guards, he didn't know how he felt, not sad or happy? Maybe it can be described like this. He thought, there are many, many more such people, without this one, it doesn't matter, yes, there is no shortage of her in this huge imperial city.

This matter did not stay in anyone's heart for too long, and gradually, it was no longer a topic of conversation after dinner.

But countless midnight dreams, Song Chengchao's dreams are all about her jumping into the sea of fire, he scolded her for not going away, and she was going to haunt him when she died, but after scolding, somewhere in her heart began to hurt, and the pain made people cry.

One after another women with beautiful faces and moon looks were sent to the palace, more beautiful than her, thinner than her, and more skilled than her, everywhere, but no one dared to call him "Chaochao" in front of everyone. Once upon a time, he hoped that she was an ordinary person, without a high-ranking father, without the reputation of the first beauty in Leye, she might be loved by him and put on the tip of his heart, but he couldn't allow a person with a suspicion of fine deeds to live by his side, he had to keep this hard-won country. Now that the dust is settled, he should be happy, yes, happy.

Time flies like a white horse, these innocuous past events have long been submerged in the deep palace of loneliness, and she should be the only one left who is still haunted by it.

After telling the story, she drank the last sip of wine in the cup, "This is the story of the former Xiahou Ying." ”

Zhong Qianluo didn't know that the smiling woman in front of her had such a story, she was very curious, after going through so much, whether the current Xiahou Jing still loved the man who watched her die as much as she did at the beginning.

"I can't enter reincarnation, because the obsession is too heavy, and I don't want to enter reincarnation, and if I am reincarnated, I will forget him. When Xiahou said this, he was smiling.

"Not worth ......"

"It doesn't matter, at least, I'm still here, for ten or twenty years, I can always be with him......"

Zhong Qianluo was dumbfounded, and there was nothing to say, so he could only drink with her. Zhong Qianluo grew up in Yunmeng since she was a child, and she only watched a few masters drink wine, but she didn't drink at all, and this was her first time trying.

After three rounds of drinking, her head began to heat up, she was a little dizzy, but she still picked up the glass again, and at this moment, a slender white hand reached over and took the wine glass in her hand. She raised her head half-squinted, stood up slowly, smiled, closed her eyes and fell on the body of the visitor, probably drunk.

The person behind him took advantage of the situation to hold her in his arms, looked at her dotingly and smiled, with affection in his eyebrows. The person in his arms turned crimson, his eyelashes trembled slightly, he licked his lips lightly, and fell into a deep sleep. He whispered to Xiahou Wei, "She is not strong enough to drink, so I will take her back first." ”

"Who is she?" asked Xiahou Wei vigilantly.

“...... Wife. He pondered for a moment and said lightly.

Xiahou Wei waved his hand, "Go, remember to be good to her, don't let her end up like me." ”

“...... Well. ”

After the two left, Xiahou Wei took a new cup and filled it up, and said helplessly, "Pavilion Master, don't you come in and have a drink?"

As soon as the words fell, a young man in Tsing Yi fell to the edge of the window, did not enter the house, but sat there with his legs crossed, a pair of peach blossom eyes were very clear, reflecting the floating clouds in the sky. His long, brown hair was tied up casually and fluttered slightly in the wind, and he leaned lazily against the window, the sun shining warmly on him, his slightly open collar revealing his wheat-colored skin.

"How about being one of the four handsomes of the Flood Wilderness, so unkempt?" Xiahou Xing, as usual, was very dissatisfied with his dress.

The young man smiled casually, "It doesn't matter, I don't care, I just came to see you, if your soul is okay." ”

"It's been three years since you helped me keep my soul......" she sighed softly.

"Hmm...... So what?" he replied indifferently.

"I've known you for so long, you've never been idle, and I don't know what you're interested in in the Six Realms?"

"I don't know...... That's it, you don't need to know. ”

He closed his eyes and enjoyed the warm wind, and the sun reflected on his well-defined face, which was very beautiful. Xiahou Wei threw over a pot of wine, which was firmly caught by his bony hand, and he raised his head to drink, and the crisp wine flowed down his chin, and he didn't care about being elegant, so he wiped it off with his sleeves.

Xiahou Jing was like this when he first saw him, he passed by drunkenly with a pot of wine, and helped her keep her soul by the way, and then said lightly, "You can't let go of the dust, it's better for you to stay here, over there in the underworld, I'll help you say it." ”

Later, Xiahou Wei knew that this seemingly informal and freewheeling person was actually the master of Bike Pavilion and one of the four handsomes of the Honghuang Wilderness, Ye Zhishuo. The so-called four handsomes of the Honghuang are actually the descendants of the generation of the four pieces of jade, because according to legend, the four of them are all handsome, so they have the title of the four handsomes of the Honghuang. But this Ye Zhishuo doesn't like to interfere in the affairs of the rivers and lakes, and lives a life like idle clouds and wild cranes, happy and free.

He relied on the divine beast Canglong, only eighteen years old almost traveled all over the Six Realms, now idle, just wandering around the flowers, staining flowers and grass all day long, seems to be a romantic person, in fact, he just feels bored, has nothing to do, and has never really cared about anything.

"By the way, do you know that Bai Feiming is going to get married?"

"Yes. ”

"Will you go?"

He didn't answer, and continued to close his eyes and recuperate, very lazy.

I'm afraid there won't be much time like this......