"The country is in a dream, the country is like a dream... After all this chaos, you are fighting and killing me, what did you get in exchange for it in the end? It's just half a bottle of thin wine, a suit of clothes, a few broken pianos, and a lot of wind and frost."
The original words are true.
Zhiwei, for the rest of your life, do you really want to part with me so far away
That tour to the south was an old dream from many years ago.
He stretched out his hand and slowly pulled out the strand of white hair.
"This scene is not now, but many years later. I, with gray eyebrows, are making cakes for you, and then we have dinner at the same table. You wipe my sweat and tell me, old man, I am tired of eating cakes, and I want to eat them tomorrow." Roast chicken with dried bamboo shoots."
Zhiwei, my eyebrows are not yet frosted, and my hair has turned white.
When will you come back and ask me for roast chicken with dried bamboo shoots
The wind from Jiyang Mountain blows slowly, blowing the fragrance of vines on that shoulder.
After returning from the southern tour, he didn't feel lost - if he can't make it this year, he can make it next year, and if he can't make it next year, he can do it the year after.
Some searches cannot have an end.
There were footsteps coming from outside the door, the servant announced Kang Wang's arrival at length, the door curtain was lifted, Ning Ji's flushed face met the heat, and immediately sneezed.
"Come and sit." He pointed to the brazier.
Ning Ji sat down cautiously. Ever since he "betrayed" him that year, Ning Ji was ashamed to see him die. He looked at him with a touch of warmth in his heart, but he didn't want to open his mouth to make him feel better—he held grudges because Ning Ji Ji concealed it and accidentally injured Zhiwei's palm.
"There is movement in Changning." Ning Ji reported the latest military situation to him, "Lu Zhiyan expressed his willingness to surrender, but he put forward some conditions, please consider it at your majesty's discretion."
Ning Yi flipped through the memorial, smiled, "This kid is smart." After thinking for a while, he threw the memorial and said, "Sure."
"Your Majesty." Ning Ji was puzzled, "The army already has an absolute advantage. As long as there is another big victory, Changning will absolutely collapse. Why do you..."
Ning Yi smiled lightly.
"Don't you think that Changning's actions this year seem to be a little different from before?"
Ning Ji shook his head in a daze, Ning Yi gave him a worried look, wondering why this kid couldn't be trained.
"I'm afraid someone else wrote it... This style..." He stood up, smiled in a good mood, and said, "If you agree with him, it's time for the soldiers to recuperate. I need Changning to return to the Tiansheng clan immediately." He paused After a pause, he emphasized his tone, "Immediately."
"yes."
Ning Ji retreated respectfully, Ning Yi stood in the hall, looking in that direction with a faint smile on his lips.
The world is so big, Gu Nanyi and I have already walked through it, but only missed one place, a place that now belongs to the enemy country, I can't tour the south, and Gu Nanyi also neglected it.
If I remember correctly, you and Lu Zhiyan agreed on three things, but before that year, only two of them were completed.
What's the last one
Is Changning Fan used as a place to rest and hide
Back then you really wanted to kill yourself, but I don't think Zong Chen would really ignore you.
When Changning Fan returns to Tiansheng Fan, as the Son of Heaven, I can go wherever I want, how else can you hide it
With a slight yearning smile, he walked towards the inner hall.
A gust of wind suddenly rose from behind, and it came very fast, splitting the quiet air in an instant, carrying a bone-piercing chill.
He suddenly looked back, and a white light flashed in front of his eyes like a shock.
In the chaos, I heard a person shouting angrily.
"Ning Yi, today you and I will die together!"
In the winter of Fengxiang's fifth year, a shocking news quickly spread throughout Tianshengda.
An unknown assassin in Tsing Yi broke into the palace and assassinated the current emperor. Emperor Feng Xiang was seriously injured and died. After the assassin succeeded, he laughed three times, and said: "It's clean to die together!" Then he drew his sword and killed himself.
The mountains and rivers are plain, and the people live in mourning.
It snowed again that day, and it was so thin that it was instantly submerged by the horseshoes on the official road. As a result, the road was muddy and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians.
But there was a rider, galloping on the official road, a knight in black, with the mark of Changning Fan branded on his crotch, the hooves of the horse sounded eagerly, the trouser legs of the knight were splashed with mud, but he still did not change his speed and galloped like lightning , looking at the dusty appearance, it must have traveled a long time.
Not far ahead is the Luo County Palace.
The knight reined in his horse not far from the palace, looking at the plain white palace in the distance, his body shook.
It is said that Emperor Fengxiang, like Emperor Changxi, chose the Luo County Palace as the final place to die, and now Emperor Daxing is resting here, and will be buried in seventy-nine days.
The knight looked at the shocking white man, bit his lower lip for a long time, his fingers holding the rein trembled, he hesitated for a while, not daring to approach.
Maybe it's because all the thoughts are in the palace ahead at this moment, the knight didn't notice that not far away on Lishan Mountain, behind the lonely cliff with dead trees, there was someone standing far away, looking in this direction.
He waited here for ten days, and at the moment of the mountains and rivers, he finally waited for a ride away.
He stood far under the tree, the mountain wind swayed his clothes, the sky and water were as blue as clear water flowing leisurely, as clear as before.
A thin white gauze covered his face. Ever since his stunning appearance on a snowy night that year, he once again sealed up his peerless face.
Being too gorgeous will eventually ruin your fortune, your own or others' fortune. Someone told him so many years ago.
After all, the appearance is a cloud of the past, just like in his heart, what is always the most vivid is that yellow-faced girl with frowning eyebrows in loose clothes.
He stared at that direction for a long time, then slowly turned his eyes away, staring at the clouds, in a trance, he was still in the suburbs of Beijing that year, he stayed motionless on his own one foot three inches, the girl approached, a little sly, a little restless, a little tentative , Open your mouth gently.
"Hello, hero?"
From then on, he broke his condensed chaotic world and sent him a colorful new world.
He smiled slightly.
When the veil moved, the sun retreated, and the wind danced gently when it came here, as if it dared not disturb the stunning light at this moment, and no one would ever know how beautiful that smile was.
Beauty lies in the lonely and fragrant place.
He slowly raised his hand, and lightly touched the curve of his lips—it turned out that it was a smile.
After screaming and crying that year, he understood again, laughing.
very good.
Don't be greedy too much in this life. That year when she was leaning in his arms in Feixue, and she looked towards the direction of the high platform with her last glance, he understood everything in an instant.
Knowing what the heart belongs to, understanding what affection is tied to, understanding that there are thousands of kinds of love in the world, and there are more ways to express love, so you don't have to be obsessed with the ultimate.
She gave him everything in this life, and he gave her back his whole life.
As for himself.
Come, love, cry, laugh.
enough.
With the first smile in his life, he turned around and headed south.
Farewell, my love.
The world is far away, from now on you are in my heart.
The lonely cliff was silent, a gust of wind suddenly passed by, and a few snowflakes fell from the tops of the dead trees and fell to the knight's sideburns. The knight subconsciously looked up in that direction.
The lonely cliffs there are dark, the dead trees there are slightly green, and the snow falling under the trees is pale and flat, without any trace of footfall.
It seems that no one here has ever stood there waiting all night just for that one glance.
The knight glanced aimlessly, then retracted, took a breath, and flew up from the horse.
Exercising lightness kung fu all the way, passing through many roof ridges, going straight to the inner hall at the end, at a glance, the door of the hall is wide open on the white jade steps, inside the hall, cigarettes are curling up, and the huge golden nine-dragon coffin is silent.
The knight stopped, suddenly felt his knees go limp, and staggered, and subconsciously reached out to support the things around him.
With a soft finger, he held a smooth and soft object, with a familiar and shocking temperature and touch.
A person's hand.
The knight stiffened his body and lowered his head. There was a thin layer of snow on the ground, which faintly reflected the sky and water like a mirror. A few red plum blossoms were in full bloom nearby. .
The wind at the end of the palace blew away the smoke, and a layer of mist like evening mist spread around.
Redeeming sins, transcending life and death, before today's golden coffin and old palace, everything seems like a dream.
The knight was stiff, not daring to blink, afraid that the dream would be crushed coldly in tears when the eyelids closed.
But the warm and soft hand flipped over lightly, wrapping the soft and petite fingers in the palm.
Then he smiled.
turn around.