Tang wind and song rain, willow green flowers red, oil paper umbrellas in the hazy spring like all kinds of flowers blooming in the rain alley.

The rainy town was stained with a beautiful mist.

The poems are also hazy, the fog is also hazy, the apricot blossom rain and the peach blossom rain are faint, blooming in the cold season.

She was alone and cold in the room embroidering peonies, painted with danqing, and felt drunk. Her red lips gradually faded in color, but her eyebrows and eyes were still the same beautiful as before.

"Madame, Madame, the general is back!" the maid hurried to report.

The paintbrush in her hand suddenly fell on the paper, and the person on the painting was stained with a large piece of ink.

She got up and ran out of the room, and at last she saw the person she had been thinking about every day. It's just that unlike before he set out on the expedition, there is another woman beside him, with bright eyes and bright teeth, tactful and affectionate.

He swept her face, his expression cold, and he didn't say a word.

She stepped forward and bowed, and called respectfully, "General."

He handed her the robe and said, "Sew it for me." Then he said not a word more.

The woman beside him took his hand and asked affectionately, "Who is this?"

His expression was rarely softened, and he said to her: "This is Nanyang Princess Jinyu, and she is also my wife." ”

The woman was instantly unhappy, turned her head and snorted, "Princess, what's the big deal." ”

She mended his soft robe in the dim candlelight, and her five-year-old son snuggled up to her side and asked her, "Mother, why didn't Daddy come to see him?"

She lowered her head and stroked his head gently, and said gently: "Daddy is tired, he has rested today, and tomorrow, Daddy will definitely come to see him." ”

The child fell asleep in her gentle whispers, and her tears fell down his brow. He closed his eyes and muttered, "Mother, the roof is leaking......

A year later, he once again put on his battle robe, mounted his warhorse, and waited to go on the expedition. The son watched indifferently from the side, she held their son, also with an indifferent face, while the woman was crying pear blossoms with rain. A thousand and ten thousand were reluctant, and her son shook her arm and said, "Mother, you are going back to read and write." ”

She looked at the person on the horse, then looked at her son gently, and said, "Okay, my mother will take you back to read and write." As he spoke, he turned and walked towards the house.

At this time, his cold voice sounded behind him: "Yu'er." ”

She was stunned for a moment, only to hear him say slowly: "Wait for me to come back." ”

She didn't look back, just nodded lightly and said, "Okay!"

But everyone knows that this battle is more auspicious than lucky, and maybe this farewell is goodbye. Because this time the enemy is the Kingdom of Jin.

On the eighteenth day of the lunar month, he returned.

He's really back.

It's been exactly eight months since he left.

He returned, covered with a white cloth, and his body was cold and piercing. Her heart suddenly hurt, she didn't cry, she didn't laugh, she didn't scream, she didn't make trouble, but she was asked to be martyred.

The snowflakes of the winter solstice fell on her shoulders, she gently brushed away the fluttering snow, caught the exquisite wine cup, and her son pulled the corner of her clothes and cried.

Her eyes were full of tears and her expression was confused.

Until a suicide note that arrived in time saved her life, and finally she saw the woman with bright eyes and bright teeth praying in front of the poisoned wine, but the woman finally fell in front of his corpse in a white veil, and she looked at her with angry eyes and died.

The Jin invaded, and he knew that this battle would definitely die. So he deliberately brought back the woman to let her completely dilute him, so that she was indifferent to him, so that she did not care about his death, and he also knew that with his status, his wife must accompany him to the funeral, so the woman with the name of the gentle became the soul of the dead for him. He thought about her in everything, and he was willing to let her suffer and be wronged in everything, but this one, he had to do it.

Because he was reluctant, because she was the most beloved wife in his life.

In the next life, it will be.

She hugged his stiff, cold corpse and wept bitterly, her throat sweet and spat out gulps of blood. The white cloth was dyed bright red, and her tears had dried up, and at last only two lines of bloody tears flowed down to her lips.

She will never forget that six years ago, he knelt in front of her father and said, "Your Majesty, the last general doesn't want anything, the last general only wants to be a couple with Princess Jinyu for the rest of his life." ”

His handsome, youthful and unruly face was full of seriousness.

He would take her to the ice lake every winter, and he told her that he liked plum blossoms, because plum blossoms bloomed in the cold, and he was also like plum blossoms, strong and iron-clad.

She buried him in a frozen lake, where she was planted with plum blossoms, and her father, the Emperor, came to take her back to the palace. She said: "This life is too short, I want to accompany him again, and I don't want to leave him again." ”

Because, once you miss it, it's a lifetime......

She planted plum blossoms year by year, and grew old year by year, and their son had grown up and put on a mighty battle armor, just like his father back then, resolute and heroic.

She pulled him and said, "Yan'er, my mother gave you something, please treat it kindly." ”

She slowly took out a battle robe from the bottom of the box, and on the snow-white battle robe, a bright and beautiful plum blossom was embroidered. His hands trembled, tears fell on his robe, and he suddenly fell to his knees, knocking down his head three times.

She was gone, quiet and peaceful, she was finally relieved that she had grown up and didn't need her to take care of her.

She was gone, on a winter solstice morning, dressed in red like blood, her beautiful face was still so beautiful, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and there was a word on her desk, which he wrote by his own hand:

Green mountains and green waters surround the green trees, and you say that white water is the most affectionate.