Such an oath was held in my heart at the time, and I felt that I would never forget it forever. However, as time goes by, the memory will fade away. The woman was sad and desolate in his arms, and with a nostalgic smile, she gently mentioned twenty years ago.
He held her hand tightly, the blood was like fire and his heart seemed to be scorching, and he whispered in her ear: "I have been thinking about you... That year you threw a cup and wrote a poem on the Golden Palace, and my heart was full of love." …”
This was his knot in his heart, and when she died, he never forgot to ask clearly—that year when the Golden Palace threw a cup and wrote a poem, his heart suddenly moved, and he was about to issue an imperial edict to make her a concubine, but who knew that not long after, she Eloped with someone, it was the first time in his life that he faced rejection from her.
"Mingying has never dared to love His Majesty..." Madam Feng stretched out her hand, caressing Tian Shengdi's stubble carefully, showing a bleak smile, "The three palaces and six courtyards... the seventy-two concubines... Mingying is delusional to have a relationship with His Majesty ...a couple for a lifetime...but that's impossible...you can't wish for it...it's desolate to stay in the imperial capital...Ming Ying didn't elope...with others...she went by herself...the second year...because of being down in the world...married..."
Emperor Tian Sheng looked at her in a daze, wept in a daze, and said sadly: "Mingying! I have misunderstood you for so many years!"
"Yes... I... My temper... Not good... Too... Greedy..." Madam Feng smiled thinly, and could be pierced by the sword of death at any time, "I will not change until I die..."
"Stop talking..." Tian Shengdi hugged her and sobbed, "Tell me... what is your unfulfilled wish?"
"I only wish... Your Majesty is safe and happy..." Mrs. Feng replied mischievously, her eyes were far away, like a wisp of cloud, floating in a long time and space, "That year... the Golden Palace tossed a cup to write a poem... It was so happy..."
"You can go with peace of mind." With tears streaming down his face, Emperor Tiansheng recalled half a year ago, the woman who wrote poems in the Golden Palace again, Feng Zhiwei, her daughter, felt a softness in his heart, and said softly, "You want me to be safe and happy, I want you to leave without any worries, I will treat your daughter well, she is very much like you... I will make her... make her princess... bestow a marriage... He Lianzheng!"
"Zhiwei...much like me..." Mrs. Feng mentioned Feng Zhiwei, and finally showed a bright and proud smile, and tightly held Emperor Tiansheng's hand, "Princess or something... it doesn't matter... I just hope that you will see me again." For Ming's sake...if she has any ignorance or mistakes...forgive me a little...a marriage...you can figure it out...the grassland is too far away...my heart aches..."
"Elder Helian will treat her well, but it's up to you, let's see." Emperor Tiansheng hugged the woman who was as weak as a feather, watched her gossamer, struggled and refused to leave, knowing that she was waiting for her only relative , gently wiped away her tears, laid her flat on the couch, and said coldly to the imperial doctor who came:
"No matter what, let me continue her life, let her see Feng Zhiwei before going!"
"yes!"
In the imperial city, a dark tide rolled over, and a woman completed all the missions in her life in a pool of blood.
Outside the city gate, Feng Zhiwei stood leaning against a tree, and listened to the vicissitudes of the past seven days.
Her dusty face had long since lost blood, but there were no tears either, as if all the tears had been dried by the news of the thunderbolt since hearing the word "late".
She clings to the tree tightly, otherwise it seems that she can no longer support her body.
Zong Chen said it very simply, firstly, he was afraid of provoking Feng Zhiwei too much, and secondly, he was not clear about some things, but Feng Zhiwei's heart had already sunk in deep water.
The mother and younger brother were imprisoned because they were involved in the case of the Dacheng emperor's heir, and then the younger brother died, and the mother was taken to Ning'an Palace. Not long after someone saw it, the imperial physician rushed to Ning'an Palace.
Zong Chen comforted her, "Maybe Ling Tang was just injured..."
Feng Zhiwei shook his head, Zong Chen shut up, even he himself didn't believe what he said—with Mrs. Feng's fierceness, she has endured it for more than ten years, how could she endure it any longer? Ever since she robbed the prison with an axe, this woman has put all her eggs in one basket, and never intends to leave a way out for herself.
"I'm going to Ning'an Palace." After a long time, Feng Zhiwei said calmly.
"Miss Feng." Ning Chen tried to persuade her, "This is too dangerous..."
"She's waiting for me." Feng Zhiwei said decisively, and took off Wei Zhi's mask by himself.
Zong Chen stopped talking and clapped his hands. Someone came out from behind the tree, holding clean clothes and toilet utensils.
"You can't meet her like this. The emperor is very suspicious." Zong Chen said, "You wash off the dust, and I'll modify it for you."
Feng Zhiwei washed her face and changed her clothes, and remade her makeup according to Feng Zhiwei's makeup. Zong Chen used sheep oil to gently lick off the chapped skin on her lips, took another box, and painted on her face Some light acne left after smallpox.
The photo in Fengzhi's micro-mirror is almost unreal. I know that this commander-in-chief is good at disguise, I'm afraid even his own mask is his handwriting.
She was full of painful thoughts and didn't want to say more, so she got on her horse in a hurry and went straight to the imperial city.
Mother, wait for me!
The imperial city is ninefold, and one cannot enter without a call.
The order of the inner court has not yet spread to the outer city, and the imperial guards are constantly shuttling in front of the palace gate, guarding it tightly.
Suddenly there was the sound of hooves like rain, and they were approaching at a gallop. The imperial guards turned their heads one after another, and saw a man riding a single horse on a huge square as wide as a lake. .
The visitor was dressed in a black dress, which was integrated with the black horse beneath him, and the dress fluttered as he galloped rapidly, like a hazy cloud covering the sky in an instant between thunder and thunder, and suddenly covering the top.
The horse was extremely handsome, and the imperial guards were still dazzled and lost in the majesty of the comer. The solo rider was already in front of them, and they passed by in an instant.
It was as if Hong Yu was flying across the sky, unable to grasp it.
When the forbidden army reacted, that rider had already crossed two palace gates!
The golden light of the sun was connected into a line by that figure, like a golden gong, piercing through the center of the imperial capital, passing through the center of the Nine Palaces.
At this time, the guards in front of the gate of the third palace could vaguely hear the commotion, and when they raised their heads, their sight was blocked by the black cloud, and they were about to block them with their guns, when the guards suddenly leaned down and raised their palms at them.