Adore Trick of Beauty

The spring of this year was cold, no matter how many years later, when Nie Wushuang recalled the spring of the first year of Shengde, only the cold wind blowing from Yinfeng Terrace was left in his memory, and the rest was vague, unwilling to revisit I can't think of anything.

He changed his reign name—four years after Wude, to Shengde. Maybe even he didn't want to recall the mistake in the past four or five years, when he mistrusted his beloved brother and the woman he loved the most. He is always a proud emperor. Under the gentle appearance, his emperor's dignity makes him unable to forgive past mistakes.

She smiled, the tall Yinfeng Terrace was empty and there was no one there except Yang Zhi who was always with her.

"Ma'am, it's windy. Go down." Yang Zhi persuaded behind him. On the high platform, her thin figure in long clothes seemed to be going back in the wind in the next moment. Her long hair danced in the wind, like the endless sorrow in her heart.

She held on to the unfinished railing, on which dragons and phoenixes were carved to show their auspiciousness. The dragon and the phoenix were lifelike, but after all, they were half carved, just like him and her, halfway through, but they couldn't go on anymore. This is one's own destiny. In life, the loved ones and the loved ones come and go, and they can't end well after all. Tears dripped down on the Nine Heavens Xuanfeng on the railing, and easily got wet.

"Mother..." Yang Zhi stepped forward, supported her slender arm, and endured the pain in his heart: "The wind is strong, if it blows down, you will catch a cold. Feng"

With a soft sigh, Nie Wushuang held his hand and looked at him: "Is there still no will?"

He locked her in Yinfeng Terrace, and the huge palace that was intended to please her became the most magnificent and gorgeous tomb in the world. There was no trace of popularity in the daytime. The luxurious palace and exquisite decorations were like a ghost town, only roaring past at night. The wind became the only companion.

She was waiting, waiting for an imperial edict to end her death. On the tall Yinfeng Terrace, she gradually withered like a flower while staring and waiting, but the imperial decree did not wait for a long time...

Is he hesitating? Or does he want her to gradually go crazy in waiting and despair...

Everything is unknown, everything she does every day is just waiting...

"No. Your Majesty." Yang Zhi said in a low voice.

Disappointment flashed across her eyes, she helped his hand, and slowly stepped down the high platform, the long skirt dragged across the white white marble, this palace was so cold, as cold as in nine days. The punishment he gave her has not changed, but has been changed in another way, making her anxiously wait for the final death in the endless void.

"Your Majesty, no decree is good news." Yang Zhi said slowly beside him.

Nie Wushuang's pale lips curled slightly. What he saw in front of him was gray sky, dark flowers, and stagnant spring water. This is really not good news.

"Your Majesty..." Seeing her indifferent, Yang Zhi gradually showed despair in his eyes: "Is Your Majesty really going to give up on me?"

Nie Wushuang silently let go of his hand and walked forward slowly. The slender figure against this gorgeous palace has become the loneliest painting in the world. He finally understood her despair.

"Niang Niang..." Tears rolled down his eyes, Yang Zhi knelt down slowly, but those who walked forward never looked back. Nie Wushuang sighed softly, she knew that he still had hope in his heart, but this time, Nie Wushuang could no longer give herself hope...

...

At night, the wind that draws Fengtai is pervasive, like a ghost crying. She was tossing and turning in her sleep, and suddenly, there seemed to be heavy footsteps coming, which sounded so clear in the dark night, as if they were being run over from the bottom of her heart. She sat up abruptly and murmured: "He's here." Yang Zhi who was outside was also startled awake, he saw Nie Wushuang in single clothes and rushed out without hesitation.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." Yang Zhi exclaimed in shock, and hurriedly stepped forward to pull her.

Nie Wushuang looked at the pitch-black night outside the hall, his eyes were all dazed, and the empty eyes made people frightened.

"He's coming, he's coming..." She was about to plunge into the darkness as she muttered.

"Ma'am, who's here?" Yang Zhi pulled her and asked hastily.

"Feng Qing, he's here..." She repeated it over and over again, trying desperately to break away from Yang Zhi's hand.

Yang Zhi looked at the frightening night outside the hall, and felt sour in his heart: "Madam, if His Highness didn't come, how could he come here?"

"No, he is here, I saw it. I saw it! Feng Qing! Feng Qing!" She shouted into the night: "I know you are coming, you come out..."

Her sharp voice spread so far in the dark night, but the only answer to her was the ruthless sound of the wind.

"Feng Qing... Feng Qing..." She broke away from Yang Zhi's hand, stared at the darkness that was too thick to melt, and shouted hoarsely.

"Your Majesty, His Highness won't come, he's in the prison, how could he come to Yinfengtai?" Yang Zhi burst into tears, and pulled her into the hall.

"No, I saw it. It can't be wrong. He's here." Nie Wushuang murmured.

"Mother, he won't come." Yang Zhi wanted to say more. Suddenly, Nie Wushuang called out happily, and he couldn't help turning his head. I saw a faint palace lantern lit up in the dark night, and that tall and straight figure was walking slowly with heavy footsteps. All the darkness faded away behind him, and every step he took, the wind seemed to get quieter. He finally raised his head and looked at Nie Wushuang who was on the tall jade steps.

"Feng Qing, it's Feng Qing!" She broke free from Yang Zhi's hand, and quickly got off the high platform. The snow-white single clothes were like white lotuses blooming in the dark night, so beautiful that it was unbearable to profane.

She flew into the man's arms, and the palace lantern in his hand fell to the ground, revealing his face, it was Xiao Fengqing who hadn't seen him for a long time.

He hugged her, and the embracing figure almost condensed into an eternal stone statue in the dark night.

Tears rolled down Yang Zhi's eyes, he looked desperately at the expressionless servants behind Xiao Fengqing, and finally fell to the ground and cried deeply.

Yes, Xiao Fengqing has come, bringing the emperor's will.

tonight is dead night...

...

The red candle was burning high, and in the huge palace, Nie Wushuang looked at Xiao Fengqing in front of him, and stroked his chiseled face with his fingers: "Your Highness has lost weight."

Xiao Fengqing smiled, her amber eyes carried the familiar laziness and sloppyness: "In the prison, the food is not good."

He embraced her, looked at the wet tears in the corners of her eyes, and chuckled lightly: "He treated you well, such a big palace was given to you."

Nie Wushuang laughed at himself: "He is always very generous."

"This king can also build one for you, but you don't want it." He gripped her cold fingers and complained.

Tears rolled down silently, she looked at Xiao Fengqing who was laughing as usual in front of her, and said slowly: "I know this, you can give me everything in the world. Why do I need you to give me another Fengfeng Terrace?"

His hands trembled slightly, he couldn't help raising his eyes to look at Qingcheng's face under the lamp, and then slowly said: "So you understand it in your heart."

Nie Wushuang looked at Xiao Fengqing who was a little thinner under the lamp, with a pale face, so handsome that it was almost a devilish face, and the arrogance in Gu Panjian's eyes, she should have understood that his ruthlessness and ruthlessness were not the real him.

He smiled, the coldness in his eyes faded away, his smile was the clarity and innocence of a man she had never seen before: "Why do you look at me like this?"

He put her cold hand on his cheek, and gently stroked it: "Could it be this time that you just found out that you fell in love with me?"

She couldn't help but "puchi" laughed, and after a long time, she slowly said: "I loved Gu Qinghong, and I also loved Xiao Fengming." He listened quietly: "What about me?"

"You are here." She pointed to her heart: "You are me, and you have never left."

There was surprise in his eyes, and he wanted to speak, but tears rolled from the corners of his eyes. He closed his eyes, pressed her hand tightly, and sighed softly: "Wu Shuang..."

On that spring rainy night five years ago, he stretched out his hand to hold her, who was covered in rain. At that moment, when they looked at each other, the two similar souls had long been fused together. It was a covenant that was stronger than the covenant of life and death. She found After leaving him, he also found her, the self who belonged to his other soul wandering in the world.

The tears didn't stop, but she had a smile on her face: "Your Highness, you and I will never be separated."

He opened his misty tearful eyes, flicked away the tears, and smiled: "Yes, we won't be separated again."

Warmth hit, and the bitter Du Ruo fragrance surrounded her. She buried her head in his arms, as if a tired bird had finally returned to its nest, and she no longer had to be frightened or anxious.

"Wu Shuang, you are really stupid." He sighed with a smile: "He was given Yingguo and the world of prosperity for nothing."

"Your Highness, you too." Nie Wushuang sneered lightly.

Red candles shed blood-red tears, and on the table, two jade cups were filled with emerald green wine.

Poisoned.

This is his final ending for the two of them.

At daybreak, the palace guards outside will put away the corpse. This was the last mercy he could bestow.

The wind blows, and in front of the bright palace, a faint figure stands for a long time. The wind blows over his temples and the corners of his brows, but it cannot blow away the deep sadness in his eyes.

The sky and the earth were filled with terror, something startled the jackdaws, black birds screamed and flew over this ominous palace, he looked up, his eyes gradually blurred, from now on, apart from this cold palace, there is really nothing else to do. Soothing warmth.

Qianqiu's achievements, his prosperous world, apart from all these, he really has nothing.

The bright candles in the palace were burning, and he recalled in a daze the day when the Empress Dowager got married, the bright dragon and phoenix candle, the dragon and phoenix candle that was almost blown out by the wind, that ray of promise

The ominous omen of the queen's suicide, it turned out that fate wrote down the prophecy a long time ago, but he didn't want to believe it, but she didn't dare to believe it.

Going around, this gorgeous palace has become the final moment of decision.

He suddenly smiled softly, smiled, and two lines of tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

...

In the sky, a faint light was ignited, and the candles in the palace finally gradually burned out, and the blood-red wax tears flowed down the copper seat, condensing into the moment of the last teardrop. Xiao Fengqing let her go, picked up the jade cup, sniffed it lightly, and sneered: "It's actually a good green ant, I didn't expect him to be so thoughtful."

Nie Wushuang stepped forward, straightened his clothes in front of the mirror, put on a snow-colored white dress for himself, without beads, took out the nanmu hairpin he had carved himself from his bosom, and smiled at the mirror: "Does it look good?"

Xiao Fengqing nodded, and slowly said: "It looks good."

His eyebrows and eyes are so vivid, and the morning light shines through the window lattice into his deep amber eyes, like fine amber shining brightly. Nie Wushuang stepped forward and caressed his brows and eyes: "There is a saying that I have never said to anyone."

"What?" he asked with a smile.

"His Highness's eyes are the most beautiful eyes Wu Shuang has ever seen." She said slowly.

His smile gradually froze, and the narrow and deep eyes were deeply moved. She leaned close to his face: "Your Highness should know that what I say is true."

"Yes." He sighed softly. Raising the wine glass, he watched her eyes gradually shed tears, and smiled lowly: "Don't cry. This is a good thing. You and I can die together. You know, this has always been my selfish wish."

He covered her eyes with his hands and whispered, "Don't look..."

The cool hand easily covered all her eyes. When she heard him drink the poisonous wine from her throat, tears finally burst out.

She pulled his hand away abruptly, rushed to another glass of poisoned wine, and was about to drink it without even looking at it. Suddenly, there was a sound behind her, and a figure flickered in front of her eyes. He was already standing in front of her, with a gentleness she had never seen before on his handsome face: "Wu Shuang..."

As soon as he stretched out his hand and raised his head, another glass of poisoned wine fell into his throat...

With a sound of "crash", the jade cup shattered, and Nie Wushuang felt a black shadow approaching all over the sky. She opened her eyes wide, and the determination that he raised her head slowly enlarged and slowed down in front of her eyes...

"No—" she screamed, jumping at him like crazy.

He just laughed and let her slap him crazily with a doting look on her face.

"No—you spit it out!" She grabbed his collar, the blood on her beautiful face faded away, her deep eyes were full of horror, her hands shook like autumn leaves, she watched him slowly limp On the ground, bursts of darkness fell in front of her eyes, he was going to die, he was going to die... This thought had never hit her heart so strongly.

Pain, my heart hurts beyond words.

She hugged him in a panic, and knelt on the ground, the ice-cold bricks of gold, and him gradually getting cold, something passed rapidly from her body, she only opened her empty eyes, looking at his smiling handsome eyes.

"No, no, no, didn't you say that we are going to die together... Fengqing, Fengqing..." Tears hurriedly fell on his hands and face, why didn't his smile stop, he shouldn't be pulling Did you drink poisoned wine together and die together?

why? Why? !

She hugged him tightly, trembling all over.

"Wushuang... I don't want you to die." He smiled in her arms, a trace of blood winding down from his lips. Nie Wushuang wiped it off desperately, but why couldn't it be wiped clean, why! Why!

"Wushuang, you shouldn't be with me...to sink into hell together." He began to tremble, blood kept streaming from his pale lips, and he smiled in her arms: "Wu Shuang, you are the most beautiful and kindest person I have ever seen." Good woman...you don't deserve to die, it's me...it's me who stops you from making you happy..."

There was a smile in his deep eyes and the guilt she had never seen before: "You live well, with him, and Changning..."

His voice gradually weakened, and the smile condensed on his pale and handsome face. He finally closed his eyes with a smile in front of her...

All returned to silence.

Nie Wushuang stared blankly at Xiao Fengqing who had lost the warmth in her arms, the sky light finally broke through the last barrier, shining brightly, illuminating the suddenly gloomy palace. There was something empty in her heart, it was gone, she tore her body out, hugged him, and called out: "Feng Qing, wake up... wake up..."

Her timid voice echoed in the huge palace, Feng Qing, Feng Qing... Wake up...

No one has answered her.

Those eyes that used to be lazy and smiling will never smile at her again, that bitter Du Ruo fragrance will never be entangled in her life again, and there will never be him who insists on her company by his side in this cold world. Will not fly among thousands of troops

He rushed over, anxiously calling out "Wu Shuang..."

No one would hug her and say through gritted teeth, "If I live, you will live; if I die, you will die..."

He left, leaving her to live in the world, and he will never be fettered in her life again...

She hugged him, there were no tears in her eyes, and her heart was ashes.

The door opened suddenly, and a bright yellow figure walked in with slight staggering steps. Nie Wushuang looked at him blankly, with gloom in his deep eyes.

"He..." Xiao Fengming approached step by step, but didn't know what to say.

"He's dead." Nie Wushuang whispered, she slowly brushed his messy hair, Xiao Fengqing in her arms was so quiet, her sharp and handsome features were so clear, he seemed to be asleep, as long as he opened his eyes, he was still the same Xiao Fengqing who charms all beings.

Xiao Fengming silently walked to him, wanted to hug him, but put his hands down in her cold eyes.

"He's dead." She repeated stubbornly, as if she could convince herself and everyone else of this cold fact.

"You killed him." Xiao Fengming's pale face was reflected in her cold eyes, and she said every word: "You killed him."

"I..." Xiao Fengming wanted to say something, but he was speechless.

She suddenly laughed, a low and sad laugh. He looked at her crazy expression, and said softly: "Wu Shuang..."

Nie Wushuang raised her face, her face was frighteningly pale, like a female ghost from hell, she looked at him with a sneer, the bright yellow dragon robe, the man who admired and loved him like a god gave death his most beloved younger brother with his own hands ! She knew that Tianjia was ruthless, but she didn't know that he was more ruthless and indifferent than she imagined.

"Come here." She waved to him: "Look at him."

She smiled coldly: "Look at him...why does he want your emperor's throne? You never understand what he wants."

She put Xiao Fengqing down carefully, and wiped away the blood from his lips. Slowly walked towards Xiao Fengming, with a snow-white complexion and long white clothes, she was as cold as the ice and snow of the Kunlun Tianshan Mountains: "Why don't you dare to look at him? He is your younger brother, he respects and loves you, but in the end, you are too Forced by you!"

She approached him, grabbed his collar suddenly, laughed, and strong hatred burst out of her beautiful eyes: "You killed him, you killed him..."

She looked up to the sky and laughed. Amidst the wild laughter, he saw her long hair flying up suddenly, and his heart ached. She didn't know when she had pulled out the nanmu hairpin from her head, and stabbed it fiercely into his heart...

As blood flowed down, he covered his heart and stared fixedly at Nie Wushuang, who was like a madman in front of him.

The hatred in her eyes was so strong, the strength in her hand increased little by little, the hairpin broke the flesh and blood in his heart, bit by bit, it was heart-wrenching pain.

The warmth in his heart was wiped out, he remained motionless, watching her burst into tears, the blood flowed on her hands, staining her snow-white long clothes. He let out a breath, and said lightly: "Wu Shuang, you kill me."

His hand caressed her tearful eyes, and he smiled lightly: "So you are so beautiful like this. But, Wushuang, you are also wrong. Neither you nor he understand what I want."

He held her hand: "Wu Shuang, have you ever loved me?"

She choked up silently, her hands began to tremble, and the warm blood, like his own, flowed through her palms. Blood was spreading in front of his eyes, and someone behind him screamed, and the guards turned pale with fright, and rushed into the hall one after another, watching this scene in amazement.

Xiao Fengming hugged her, not letting them get close, and shouted angrily: "Back off!"

"Your Majesty!" No one dared to retreat, and all knelt down. There was a dead silence in the hall, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Nie Wushuang's hand holding the long hairpin. If he entered a little further, all the grievances and grievances would be settled, but the newly established Wanli Jiangshan could only lose its color. All peoples mourn together.

He is an emperor who has never been seen before, the most sage emperor who ruled the Three Kingdoms!

She looked at him, tears streaming down a river, he did not let go of his arms around her, the faint ambergris never made her so miserable like this moment.

"Wu Shuang, kill me. If there is no you in this palace, what is the meaning of my life? Thousands of miles away, without you, I have nothing to be proud of..." He held her in his arms, his heart It hurt even more, but the bottom of my heart was so quiet, it was such a feeling to be able to die in her hands.

He loves to the depths without resentment, only then did he realize that he never wanted her to die, just like that crazy fifth younger brother, he would rather drink the poisonous wine that does not belong to him, and let her live.

A sob finally broke out from his arms. She let go of her hand and cried loudly. The desolate cry continued for a long time in the palace... Everyone lowered their heads, and on the ground, Xiao Fengqing seemed to have a smile on his calm and smiling face...

...

the long night, a narrow

The passage meanders down. The man in black was led slowly down the gloomy steps by the palace servants.

He stopped from time to time, pressed his heart, and the palace man who led the way stopped wisely, and continued down after he had rested enough. Finally, he came to a huge underground secret room.

On the platform in the center of the secret room was a dead body, with lifelike eyebrows and eyes, and it looked like it was asleep.

He gasped for a while, coughed, and the servant at the side stepped forward and asked worriedly: "Your Majesty, the dragon's body is the most important thing."

He waved his hand, stuffed the handkerchief back into his sleeve, and asked hoarsely, "How's it going?"

The servant replied respectfully: "The inner supervisor of Gong Zhengsi said that His Highness drank an extra glass of poisoned wine, so it is a bit tricky, so try your best. Whether you succeed or not depends on God's will."

Xiao Fengming nodded silently, he stepped forward, brushed Xiao Fengqing's eyebrows with his slender hand, and sighed softly: "Wake up, fifth brother."

A few silent servants surrounded by the side stepped forward and neatly lifted Xiao Fengqing into a huge black lacquered wooden barrel. The medicinal juice was poured down, and soon, it soaked him from the head down.

Xiao Fengming watched, coughing from time to time, with complex expressions in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, go up, your injury is still not healed." At some time, Eunuch Lin came over and advised.

Xiao Fengming covered his heart, coughed heavily again: "How is she?"

Eunuch Lin couldn't bear it: "The queen still doesn't eat or drink. It's been two days."

Xiao Fengming only felt that the sharp pain in his heart was getting worse, he couldn't help covering his lips and coughing heavily

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" Eunuch Lin quickly handed over the handkerchief, and Xiao Fengming coughed for a long time before slowly releasing it. There were bloodstains on the snow-white silk handkerchief.

"This..." Eunuch Lin was shocked: "Your Majesty..."

Xiao Fengming waved his hand: "The doctor said, it hurt the lungs..." After he finished speaking, he looked at the unconscious Xiao Fengqing in the barrel again.

"Your Majesty..." Eunuch Lin couldn't help crying, "Why didn't your Majesty tell Madam that all this is false, His Highness Prince Rui is not dead."

Xiao Fengming's calm brows and eyes were tired, and after a long time, he slowly said: "No, Prince Rui is already dead. The emperor wants him to die. The world wants him to die. If he doesn't die, the world cannot be unified. If he doesn't die, how can I treat the world?" The people of the Li people explain?"

Eunuch Lin lowered his head sadly.

Xiao Fengming stepped forward, in the steaming wooden barrel, Xiao Fengqing seemed to be asleep, a tear fell into the medicinal juice, and disappeared in an instant. He caressed his face that was similar to his own, and said in a hoarse and tired voice, "But third brother will not let you die. How could a brother kill his own younger brother with his own hands. Fifth brother, do you still remember when you fell into the valley, I will go Looking for you. Tell me, third brother, you are so stupid, let me die there alone, everything will be clean."

"But, I said, third brother will never leave you. Why don't you understand this sentence?"

His tears rolled down. The mist filled the air, easily covering up his deep sorrow. But he didn't know that the ignorant person moved his fingers, and a line of tears rolled down from his eye sockets, dripped into the medicine juice, and disappeared without a trace.

After a long time, he turned around and said to Eunuch Lin: "Go and deliver the decree to the Queen, just say that I will let her go and leave Yingjing with Prince Rui's coffin... the ends of the earth, she can go with him wherever she wants, as long as she Live well……"

"Your Majesty!" Eunuch Lin knelt down in surprise, weeping uncontrollably: "Then what should the Emperor do?"

Xiao Fengming took one last look at Xiao Fengqing in the barrel, and turned around: "I have Jiangshan as my companion."

...

In the early morning, a snow-white hearse was slowly pulled out from the gate of the palace. Nie Wushuang was completely naked, with no red hairpins on her head, except for a white flower. She was as pure as a porcelain figure, and she walked slowly with the hearse. The vermilion palace gate opened slowly, and everything was silent. She took one last deep look at the numerous palace gates, turned around and slowly walked out of the palace gate.

Not far away, a touch of bright yellow stood alone on the jade steps, and in his arms was Chang Ning who was still sleeping.

He watched her disappear, looked down at Chang Ning who was sleeping soundly, and said in a low voice, "Chang Ning, your mother is gone..."

...

It is March again in the spring of the year, and the flowers on Moshang are blooming, brilliant and beautiful. A slender woman in plain clothes and Jingchai is picking wild flowers as she walks. On the plain face, the complexion is alluring.

Holding a bamboo basket, she strolled on the hillside full of flowers, and finally came to a stele without writing. Putting down the basket in her hand, she swept the dust for the stele without writing, presented flowers, and whispered: "Feng Qing, I came to see you again."

She spoke slowly, with the gentle breeze, and her voice was as soft as a spring breeze. After a long time, Yang Zhi approached from a distance, he stepped forward and smiled, "Madam, it's almost noon, let's go back.

"

Nie Wushuang raised his head and smiled: "Don't call me Niangniang anymore, you forgot again."

Yang Zhi glanced at Su Yi's Nie Wushuang, and said with a smile, "In the heart of this servant, the empress will always be the empress."

Nie Wushuang smiled and stopped arguing with him.

The master and servant walked back slowly. Not far away, a blue shadow slowly came out, with handsome eyebrows and eyes, as if carved by a knife.

"Your Majesty, I have heard some news." Yang Zhi said as he walked.

"What news?" Nie Wushuang asked casually.

Yang Zhi looked at her calm side, and said cautiously: "I heard that the emperor is seriously ill..."

Nie Wushuang couldn't help but stop, and it took him a long time to say "Oh". keep going.

"Your Majesty, it's been three years. The emperor hasn't established a new queen, and the harem has been vacant. The servants often heard that the emperor takes care of everything, works diligently and loves the people, and reads the memorials every day until late at night, which is why old illnesses are caused..." Yang Zhi said in a low voice.

Nie Wushuang didn't say a word, just kept silent.

"Your Majesty, why can't you forgive the Emperor? Your Highness also said at the beginning that you want Your Majesty... to be happy." Yang Zhi said boldly.

Nie Wushuang glanced at him: "You don't understand."

After she finished speaking, a bamboo house had arrived in front of her. She smiled: "What delicious food did Eunuch Yang cook today?" That bright smile seemed to have forgotten all the past.

Yang Zhi sighed in his heart and stopped talking about it.

...

Late at night, the bamboo house was silent. Nie Wushuang was lying on the bed tossing and turning, and the words he heard during the day were turning over and over again in his mind.

Suddenly there was a "click" outside the window, she was startled and asked, "Who is it?!"

She lit a candle and looked outside the house, it was pitch black and there was nothing. She breathed a sigh of relief, and was turning her head when suddenly, she fixed her gaze on the half-opened window sill. I saw a nanmu hairpin on the window sill, and on the hairpin was an old purse.

Tears rolled down like this, she ran out of the bamboo house and shouted loudly: "Feng Qing! Feng Qing! Come out! Come out!"

The only answer to her is the pitch-black darkness.

"Come out...Feng Qing...you're not dead, right..." She fell limply to the ground, weeping uncontrollably.

"Come out, come out..."

She looked at the dark night and couldn't cry herself: "I know you are here, you must be...you answer me..."

On the pitch-black mountain road, a dark figure walked quickly, and suddenly a light flashed in front of him.

Yang Zhi blocked Soi Ying's way.

"Your Highness..." He knelt down, "Your servant knows it's His Highness."

Heiying turned sideways and said in a low voice, "You misidentified the person."

"It's Your Highness." He fell on the ground and wept bitterly: "Your Highness, you don't know that Your Majesty has guarded you for three years..."

"Prince Rui is dead, and Xiao Fengqing is also dead..." He said slowly, "Promise me, take her to where she should go..."

After he finished speaking, he passed him and plunged into the darkness again.

"Where is Your Highness going?" Yang Zhi asked loudly.

"From far to wide, to the place where she was forgotten..." He sighed and finally disappeared.

...

On the high Fengfeng Terrace, the wind was blowing in gusts. It was obviously the spring of March and April, but he was wearing heavy fur. It's been three years, and during these three years, he only felt that he was getting old and tired, and that the huge imperial palace was getting more and more lifeless day by day.

But obviously, reports from all over the world came like snowflakes, every word and every word praising his sageness and benevolence.

Ren Jun, Ming Jun... He was tired of hearing it.

Footsteps came from behind, kicking and tapping. He turned around with a smile, and a little boy who looked like a jade brick was standing behind him, his voice was crisp and clear: "Father! Why are you hiding here?"

Xiao Fengming coughed heavily, calmed down, and said with a smile: "Why did Changning come here again?"

Chang Ning stepped forward and held his hand: "Father, Father, I saw a woman just now."

"Oh." Xiao Fengming hugged him, the old wound in his heart seemed to hurt even more. He endured the pain, hugged him, and asked in a harmonious voice, "What woman?"

"She said she was my mother's queen." Chang Ning blinked her beautiful eyes, which were exactly like those in memory, and looked at him.

Xiao Fengming's face turned pale, and he couldn't help but staggered back a few steps.

He hugged Chang Ning tightly and said in a trembling voice, "She...she really

Is that what you said? "

"Yes..." Chang Ning nodded, "She's right below."

"Father, is the queen mother back?" He asked.

Xiao Fengming put him down and ran down the high platform quickly, her heart hurt so much, so hot, did she come back? are you back? Is it her? ...

Under the high platform, a slim and snow-colored figure stood quietly.

The sky in April was so bright that every fine detail on her face could be seen, she smiled at him: "Feng Ming..." That momentary radiance completely illuminated his world.

With the wind blowing, the tears in front of his eyes were blurred, he stretched out his hand and held her warm hand: "Wu Shuang..."

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I wrote all day today, and I cried while writing, and then continued to write, and then continued to cry... I feel a little ashamed, but I feel happy in my heart. At 5:30, the editor suddenly sent me a message, saying that there was something wrong with the Demon Queen Film and Television. My heart is full of emotions, but it is this time that gives me such a great joy. By next year, the book The Demon Queen will also be published.

I have always wanted to give everyone a perfect ending, love or hate, there is an end. Finally did it today.

Thank you all for your support and encouragement over the past six months. Bing was very moved. Really touched. Life is bitter, but we all yearn for light and beauty. There are always so many injustices in life, but I hope that everyone can be like Wushuang, uphold the heart, and live a good life, because the future is always beautiful.

Thanks!

Life goes on, and I will continue to write, until one day I can't write anymore, and my ideas are exhausted, so I can stop my pace. No matter where you are, let me say, I love you!