In this year, I was well-clothed and well-fed, enjoying all the splendor in the world, but until today I realized that what I really want is three people sitting around the table, meeting each other, and drinking that bowl of cabbage soup.
Can't catch up, can't get back, this world is infinitely sad.
The lights gradually went out.
In the middle of the night, it snowed.
The snow was very heavy, and the wadding was thrown away, and it soon became a thick layer.
Feng Zhiwei was silent, wearing a thin shirt, walking in the snow, the icy snow reached her ankles, it was bone-chillingly cold, but she didn't feel cold - from today onwards, nothing could make her cold.
From today onwards, she has been sleeping in the eternally frozen deep snow, with nothing and all alone.
"Zhiwei, wait for me."
"At that time, I want to hear with my own ears the sound of the reeds swaying in the wind like a sea tide, or there will also be a bird falling feathers on my lapel, um... would you like to listen to it again?"
We will no longer listen to the sound of the reeds together.
When the Golden Feather Guard controlled by Xin Ziyan broke through the gate of Cuifangzhai, the patch of reeds was destined to wither forever in that distant South China Sea.
Love and hate right and wrong, always on the road.
Ning Yi.
The Golden Feather Guard is yours, isn't it
The investigation of Feng's family started when we first met, right
Your concern for Feng Hao stems from your doubts about his and my life experience, right
It turns out that I have always been your target—not love, but the life and death of imperial power.
It turns out that I have always been on the opposite side of you—not fate, but blood opposition.
Oh... how stupid, how stupid.
It turns out that in my life, I am doomed to have no period of indulgence. When I want to let go of my thoughts, fate will severely rein me in and give me the heaviest and most piercing whip.
It turns out that all my expectations are dreams floating in the clouds, seemingly beautiful, but in fact they will be split by lightning and blown away by the strong wind at any time.
It turned out that what I thought was within reach, was actually far away in the world of Chuhehan.
The snow fell ruthlessly, whistling and howling, no matter at this moment, whether there are people standing alone in the snowy night.
Feng Zhiwei squatted down slowly, and under a short tree, slowly wrote a name with her fingers.
In the snowy night, she stared at the name in a daze. Then he silently pressed his hand that was red with cold.
That piece of snow, warmed by her temperatureless hands, all kinds of thoughts, all kinds of loneliness, gradually turned into water, gurgling, like some irreversible things in life, such as life, such as family affection.
At dawn, she stepped out of the Ning'an Palace with the help of the two coffins, her back straight in the falling snow, and she never looked back.
The name melted by the palm of her hand under the dwarf tree was quietly left behind by her, and the heavy snow never stopped, covering it layer by layer, and she would never be able to pull the snow to find it.
In the imperial capital in the thirteenth year of Changxi, there were homeless orphans who were expelled from the house, there were servants in brothels, there were unparalleled national scholars who were on the rise, and there were young imperial envoys who were flourishing.
In the imperial capital in the thirteenth year of Changxi, there are romantic princes who are in the capital, there are ruthless and indifferent founding emperors, there are a generation of female marshals who endure humiliation to survive, and there are innocent teenagers who are ignorant and waiting to die.
In the imperial capital in the thirteenth year of Changxi, there is the first encounter with the coldness of the ice lake in winter, the mid-night drink on the Changfeng Guqiao, the survival of cuddling in the ancient temple in the light rain, and the warmth of life and death in the wind and sea.
In the imperial capital in the thirteenth year of Changxi, there was a person who had the most romantic and vivid memories in his life, but on the first snowy night of that year, he silently turned that page.
Annihilation, prosperity.
The wind from Qingzhuo Snow Mountain, with the smell of snow foam from the high mountains, walks through the vast grasslands thousands of miles away, and when it hits the face, there is only comfort and coolness left.
The horizon is always far out of sight, and a setting sun, on the other side of the blue sky, burns extraordinarily vigorously, illuminating the magnificent river in front of you like gold.
"Crossing the river ahead is the territory of the Twelve Departments of Huzhuo." Hua Qiong got out of the car and put on a cloak for Feng Zhiwei who was standing by the river with his hands behind his back. It's getting colder and colder, what should I do if I'm cold in such a thin shirt?"
Feng Zhiwei tightened her cloak, smiled at her, and said: "Don't treat me like a sick cat, you are about to give birth, so you can't come out to have a shower."
Hua Qiong patted her on the shoulder, and the two looked at each other and smiled.
Then they opened their eyes.
One continued to stare at the river, while the other narrowed his eyes and looked at the vast grassland.
The wind blew the hair of the two of them, and they were both hunting and dancing.
It has been a few days since she left the imperial capital, after Feng Zhiwei buried Mrs. Feng and Feng Hao on the day of the heavy snow, she fell ill very badly, after recovering from her illness, she thought carefully and decided to leave the imperial capital.
All sacrifices must have their value. My mother doted on my younger brother for sixteen years, and made so many preparations and false appearances, so that one day, once the Dacheng Emperor's pulse case breaks out, so that I can push my younger brother to take over for her, even at the expense of her own death. In exchange for Tian Shengdi's forgiveness and pity, not only gave her a chance to survive, but also gave her the possibility of rising.
From now on, she will no longer be in the danger of being exposed, and can even rely on the guilt of the emperor and the status of the princess to gradually walk in the direction her mother wanted her to go.
Mother did this for her, even when she was about to die, she was playing tricks on Emperor Tiansheng. How could she, Feng Zhiwei, live up to such painstaking kindness, how could she waste those two lives
Since Ning Yi has already attacked her, there is no possibility of showing mercy. She escaped for the first time. He is even more smoldering, how will she fight him then
"There are certain things that I must obtain, but now that I have come to this point, I can no longer allow me to retreat. Sometimes the superior can't help himself. Even if he wants to retreat, his subordinates and followers will not Allowed, you... do you understand?"
The words are still in my ears, the conversation between the two of them in the corridor outside the royal study after the fifth prince seized the heir apparent, until now I have only understood the deep meaning of it.
Unfortunately, it was too late to understand.
Dijingju is not easy, so let's take a step back and let the sea and the sky be brighter.