When she sent Xuan Mo to the southeast, she didn't want to kill him, nor did she want to seize his military power.
At that time, the Huai Song Dynasty was weak, and the armies of all parties were ready to move. She intended to use Yanbei's power to save the Nalan family and the people of the Huai Song Dynasty, but those courtiers who were interested in the country and loyal to the country refused to agree. At that time, whoever dedicates the country will be a traitor to the country, and whoever will be infamous for thousands of years will never be able to stand up again. She just didn't want the Xuanwang Mansion who had been loyal for generations to bear this infamy for her, so she transferred him far away from the center. She was also worried that his subordinates would make some noise. If his subordinates came together to speak up, even if Xuan Mo refused to agree, when Yan Xun came to power in the future, the ministers of Yanbei would accuse Xuan Mo Luo of crimes. That's why she transferred him away. Subordinate, let him command the southeast naval office that has nothing to do with him.
However, she has made countless calculations, and she never expected that the southeast bandits would take advantage of the civil strife in Huai Song Dynasty to unite to attack the southeast yamen, nor did she expect that Xuan Mo, as a majestic prince, would personally put on armor and charge to kill the enemy.
After all, she will have today, which is also retribution.
She has been in politics for many years, and her hands are stained with blood countless times. With one imperial decree, thousands of heads will fall to the ground. She has never had any regrets, she understands, she understands everything.
So, when she saw that Yan Xun was counting the days to come to her palace every month, she suddenly understood that he didn't want her to bear a child for him.
Even though she once promised to Huai Song's court that she would keep Song Chen's position, but in this matter, she did not want to force her anymore, nor did she want to label everything about them as political.
This is the only willful time in her life.
After every lucky encounter in the future, she would swallow the bitter medicine and kill all his worries. Until later, he came less and less frequently, and now, he has not spent the night in the Southeast Hall for two years.
All her life, all she wanted was like quicksand between her fingers, the more she wanted to hold it tightly, the more it disappeared in her palm. Now, there is nothing left.
The flames spread, letters were engulfed by the flames, and the fire burned the last evidence of their acquaintance, little by little, together with her fragmented life, were burned.
Some love is sweet, but some love is burdensome. She herself failed Xuan Mo and felt guilty all her life. Now that she is about to die, why let him know everything, and then be ashamed of her for the rest of her life
His life has been bitter enough, so why should she sprinkle another handful of salt on those wounds
Burn it, burn it all.
Everyone in the world talks about wealth, honor, and power, but only she knows, only she sees, what kind of scarred heart is hidden under the beautiful eyes.
It's not that I don't love enough, I just can't afford to love.
She is the same as him, with too many responsibilities and missions on her shoulders, she can't afford to be willful, impulsive, passionate, or naive.
Burn it, burn it all...
Thick smoke rose, she began to cough lowly, and the fishy hot liquid slowly flowed down. Vaguely, it seems that the spring flowers are still blooming that year, white pears, pink apricots are flying like clouds in the early morning, he is standing in the spring garden in March with fluttering skirts, looking back suddenly, his eyes are like stars, and the corner of his mouth is smiling, looking at rashly She broke in, with slender eyebrows and bright eyes, and asked with a light smile, "Have you lost your way? Which palace?"
She was dressed in men's clothes, her face was flushed, she mustered up the courage to speak, but her voice was still very small:
"I... I am the son of King Anling of Huai Song Dynasty, my name is Xuan Mo..."
Maybe, it was wrong in the first place.
In the youthful spring, the bright morning light, after all, was covered with heavy dust by the smoke and dust of this turbulent and chaotic world. The sky is clear and clear, but it is no longer the clouds and rosy clouds of that day. The invisible swords and swords cut away the youth and innocence one after another, leaving behind only broken walls and ruins, shining dark yellow spots in the dark night. It's ridiculous how stubbornly she still remembers those simple days gone by.
In his life, there are only two people who are the most important, one has already been exiled by him, and the other will eventually become his most beloved brother, living in the softest place in his heart forever.
It's a pity that neither of these two people is her.
The hall was brightly lit, but in her view, it seemed to be separated by a layer of dark red veil, ignorant and gloomy, dull and dull.
In this life, with perseverance and perseverance, after several trials and hardships, it finally turned into a silent pain, falling in the cold and silent palace. Thousands of creatures and bloody winds were quietly turned by a pair of bare hands. Looking back now, I only feel tired and ups and downs. The moment of youth, floating like a dream, suddenly fell into the vast void.
The letter in the palm suddenly fell like snowflakes, fluttered gently, and scattered all over the ground. The black ash in the brazier rolled up, whistling, and sprang up faintly, spitting out pale tongues of fire.
She smiled sadly and lowered her wrist silently.
In the fifth year of Kaiyuan, Emperor Taizu of Yan, on the fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, on the night of heavy snow, Empress Nalan's family died in the southeast hall of Yanli Palace.
"Your Majesty." The servant whispered behind him, "I found it."
Yan Xun turned around slowly, the southeast hall is now empty, there is no one in the main hall, the queen's funeral is over, the old people in the southeast hall have been assigned to each palace. The only ones left here today are two elderly servants who are responsible for cleaning in the morning and evening.
He opened the lid of the box, and inside was a black-gold robe, embroidered with a blue cloud pattern, with a small group of blessings on the two lapels, which looked simple and luxurious, but there was a seam at the left cuff, which had been sewn up. If you don't look carefully, barely noticeable.
Yan Xun stood there, watched silently for a long time, finally raised his head, handed the clothes to the servant, and said, "Go back to the palace."
"yes."
A group of servants followed behind him, the door of the main hall was wide open, and the cold wind blew in, kicking up fine dust all over the floor. The sunlight outside the hall was a bit dazzling. He squinted his eyes slightly, stood in front of the door, and suddenly turned his head to look at the soft couch behind the deep curtain. It seemed that she was sitting there a month ago, and asked softly: "Tonight, my concubine ordered the kitchen to cook more delicious dishes. Your Majesty, are you still here?"
Your Majesty, are you still here
The sun pierced into his eyes, making his heart suddenly become desolate.
It was just a momentary delay, and I didn't want to, but it became a farewell.
His brows were slightly frowned, and then slowly relaxed, little by little, dispelling the trace of sadness.
He raised his foot and was about to leave, when he suddenly smelled a trace of smoke in the distance, turned his head to look, but it was a corner far away, a little palace lady was squatting there, burning something.
He was slightly taken aback, and led the people over.
When the maid saw him, she was startled, she jumped up and knelt on the ground to pay her respects.
Yan Xun looked at her, frowned slightly, and said, "Are you Wen Yuan from the Queen's Palace?"
"Yes, servant girl is."
"Why are you here?"
"This is the empress's old stuff. The empress said before she went that she would burn all these sundries. These days, the slaves have been transferred to the concubine An, and they have no time to come back. If I have time today, I will come back to take care of it."
Yan Xun saw that Wen Yuan was wearing the clothes of a low-level servant girl, and there was a faint red mark on her neck. After knowing that the queen had gone, the old man in her palace must have been bullied elsewhere. He meditated for a moment and asked, "Where is your home?"
Wen Yuan was taken aback for a moment, she didn't expect the emperor to ask this question, she quickly replied: "The servant came with the empress, and the servant's home is in Song Dynasty."
"Is there anyone else at home?"
"If you go back to the emperor, there will be old parents, three older brothers, two older sisters, and one younger sister at home."
Yan Xun nodded, and explained to the servant at the side: "Here's an order from the Bureau of Slaves, to give her the position of a fourth-rank Zhaorong female official, enjoy the salary of a regular fifth-rank imperial official, and give her a hundred taels of gold. Let's go to the countryside."
"Yes, the servant remembered."
Wen Yuan seemed dumbfounded, so she just knelt there and didn't speak for a long time.
Instead, the servant said with a smile: "Miss Zhaorong, you are so happy, why don't you accept the order and thank you?"
Tears welled up in Wen Yuan's eyes, she knocked her head on the ground, and shouted loudly: "Thank you for the grace of the emperor, thank you for the grace of the emperor."
Yan Xun didn't make a sound, his gaze swept over the white paper all over the floor, and finally he just turned around and left.
The snow had stopped, and the sky was so blue, as blue as a pool of clear water. The wind blew from a distance, rolled up a piece of letter paper, and flew up so lightly, passing through the tongue of fire, the tail of the letter curled up, and slightly burned. The letter just fluttered in the wind, chasing after the person in the direction where he was going.
Many years ago, under a lonely lamp, the dying general exhausted his last effort to pick up his pen and wrote this letter. This letter passed through the hands of many people, but no one thought it was wrong. It was just an ordinary letter written to Emperor Yanbei, which detailed Huai Song's troops stationed on the Daxia border, the permanent troops stationed in the rear, and the temperament, strengths and weaknesses of the border generals.
However, in today's world, there are only three people who can understand this letter, and two of them are no longer alive.
Vigorous and powerful, the pen is like a dragon and snake, and Xuan Mo's name and seal are written, but the handwriting is by no means the old man who has written letters with Yan Xun for many years.
The wind continued to blow, the letter chased after Yan Xun, circling and dancing, the tongue of flame spread up from behind little by little, burned the letter head, burned the greeting, burned the hello, burned halfway...
The wind picked up suddenly, and the letter flew high with a whistling sound, and it was about to pass the figure of the person in front. However, at this time, a pear tree suddenly appeared in front of the eyes, and the letter paper was hung high on the pear tree, and it was only one body short before the man could be rushed.
Yan Xun was slightly taken aback, looking at the tree quietly. Recalling that when he was a child, he was here and saw Xuan Mo for the first time. At that time, he lost his way and walked around foolishly. His little face was flushed with anxiety, like a shy little girl.
"Your Majesty?" the servant called softly, "Your Majesty?"
Yan Xun came back to his senses, let out a "hmm", turned his head and walked towards the palace gate.
The tongue of flame spread up little by little, and under the obstruction of the pear tree, it swallowed up the letter that had been delayed for five years and could not be delivered. Finally, there was only a piece of soft black ash left, hanging on the treetops, and fluttering down wherever the wind passed.
Far away, the little maid who was still crying picked up the other letters on the ground and poured them all into the brazier. The flames jumped up with a whoosh and bright red flames.
Even though the love is deep, but the relationship is shallow.
It has always been this way, it has always been this way.
According to historical records:
In the sixth year of Kaiyuan, the tomb of Empress Nalan's underground palace was completed, located in the south of Luoyang Mountain in Yanbei.
Twenty-three years later, Taizu Yan passed away and was buried in the Taiji Mausoleum, which is located in the north of the Sunset Mountain, across from the Mausoleum of Empress Nalan.
The Qianhua River, a tributary of the Chishui River, flows through this place and runs through the two tombs. Because of the snow in the cold winter, it falls on the river, which looks like a pear blossom. The local people also call this river "Pear Blossom River".
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