Inside the Qiwu Palace, there are candle shadows. The figure of the palace servant who came in was stretched, and it was projected on the ground and swayed slightly.
Xiao Zhige noticed the movement, opened his eyes suddenly, rubbed the jade pendant around his waist, and said, "Speak."
The eunuch who came in to report trembled and said in a trembling voice: "General Qi sent back the news that the abolished prince and the two generals of Zhuguo gathered more than 100,000 refugees in Yuanzhou and other places to besiege Yejing."
"It's too much." Xiao Zhige snorted, got up from the couch, the dragon robes on his body were too loose and he didn't bother to tidy up, so he paced to the window.
"Send an order to Commander Xiao, and tell him to deploy troops from outside the city."
"Yes."
The eunuch responded with a sound, and retreated tremblingly.
"Three years..."
Xiao Zhige let out a low sigh, rubbed the Pisces jade pendant on his waist in his hand, and stared at the desolate scenery outside the window, unable to find the spot. This Qiwu Palace was originally the residence of his mother and concubine, but it was abandoned after the mother committed suicide. Later, when he ascended the throne, An Changqing was established as the empress, and An Changqing lived in again. But now, An Changqing has also left him.
It has been three full years since An Changqing passed away.
The warm scenes in Qiwu Palace when he was young are no longer there, and all the people he cared about have left him one by one. Now, in this huge forbidden palace, he is the only one left.
Maybe after a while, he won't be there anymore.
Xiao Zhige closed his eyes, let go of the jade pendant in his hand, turned around and was about to go out, but suddenly he heard a slight movement in the tent, his eyes narrowed, he strode over and suddenly lifted the curtain, and said sharply, "Who is here? ?!"
The people in the tent looked at each other, Xiao Zhige suffocated his breath, and the fingers gripping the tent twitched slightly.
An Changqing just woke up, still a little confused, mumbling half coquettish and half complaining: "Why are you so fierce? Who else can be here besides me?"
Xiao Zhige's eyes were fixed on his face, trying to find the slightest flaw, but there was none.
The face is so similar that there is almost no difference in the facial features. It's just that the complexion is more ruddy, the pupils are clear, and the expression is close and dependent, like a plant that is full of water, crisp and tall. Xiao Zhige sneered slightly, those people in the dark were really well-intentioned in order to deal with him. He bent down and pinched his chin, his eyes reluctant to leave his face, but his tone was full of mockery: "You do look a lot like him, but it's a pity that your temperament is too bad. What did the person who sent you want to tell you to do? Seduce me? Assassinate me? It's better to die early. Gu never does such self-deception. Your existence is a blasphemy to him. If you don't want to die, get out."
After he finished speaking, he let go of his hand and looked down at him condescendingly as he fell into the soft bedding.
An Changqing hadn't figured out what was going on. He stared blankly at Xiao Zhige, the man's expression was cold and his eyes were like cold pools. The face is familiar, but the expression is unfamiliar. He turned his head and looked around, and finally understood in a trance, opened his mouth, saw Xiao Zhige's indifferent face, and couldn't help but called out in a low voice, "Your Majesty."
He and Xiao Zhige seldom called names, but they liked to call your majesty in a long tone, with a soft and soft voice, with a hint of coquettishness. It wasn't that he did this on purpose, but the long-term relationship with Xiao Zhige for more than ten years has become a subconscious habit, and it can't be changed for a while.
Xiao Zhige's heart trembled when he heard this. In the past, An Changqing also called him Your Majesty, but he was fearful, alienated, and cold. He had never called him with such a soft emphasis.
Closing his eyes, Xiao Zhige suppressed the greed in his heart, turned around proudly and said, "I don't want to see you again until the last chance I come back, otherwise..." He didn't know what to do otherwise.
The young man who suddenly appeared in the tent had the exact same face as An Changqing, but his temperament was soft and beautiful, as if he had a natural affinity and dependence on him. He said it nicely, but his heart softened. All he could do was avoid it.
He was called "the Tai Sui Fierce God, the Scorpio Lone Star" and he knew it. He had no relatives and no reason, and the only person he wanted to protect also died of his negligence. Those people were right, he was destined to die alone. Therefore, he never called "I", only called "gu".
Lonely, lonely.
Xiao Zhige strode away, not daring to look back again.
An Changqing looked at his back with a complicated expression, and he probably understood what was going on. He gathered up his bedclothes and went down to the ground barefoot. The ground dragon was burning in the house, and the floor was covered with a velvet blanket, which was very soft. He turned around in the inner hall, and the decorations were still exactly the same as in the life before his rebirth. Looking out the window again, the delicacy outside the window is a bit deserted, the flowers and plants are withered, and there is no replanting, which is bare and ugly.
The little eunuch An Changqing summoned to serve again, obviously only wearing plain white pajamas, with loose hair, but his aura was not weak at all. The little eunuch even forgot the surprise when he saw his face, and Wei Nuonuo knelt on the ground to answer his question.
This year is the early winter of the sixth year of the Yuan Jubilee, exactly three years after his death. He passed his death last night.
- That's right, three years after the death of "the previous life", he came back. Suddenly appeared in the emperor's bed tent.
Recalling what Xiao Zhige said, An Changqing sighed, thinking that Xiao Zhige must have thought he was a spy sent by an opponent. Then I thought of the "Battle of Dragon Slaying" after the beginning of spring, and felt even more headache. When 200,000 refugees besieged the city, Xiao Zhige committed suicide in Qiwu Palace, which was the last thing he wanted to recall. But he didn't expect that he had finally reversed the ending in a new life, and now he has returned to the past, and it is still such a critical moment.
An Changqing finished eating a plate of cakes and drank two cups of tea in a sad mood, but he still hasn't come up with a good solution. I heard a salute from outside. Then I saw Xiao Zhige striding in again. Seeing him, he paused and said in a cold voice, "You haven't left yet?"
After he finished speaking, he saw the empty plate in front of him, his eyes were deep, and his expression showed some ridicule: "In order to complete the task, you don't want your life. That alone will fulfill you."
The man who was talking had already arrived in front of him, and the big hand with clear joints changed to caress his neck, and was about to tighten it.
Before he could exert force, An Changqing suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the placket of his shirt, kissed him suddenly, and opened his eyes wide and said, "It's me, I'm back."
Xiao Zhige's hand stopped, and he looked down at him expressionlessly.
He was very hostile, and when he looked down at people so coldly, it was terrifying. An Changqing was a little unaccustomed to his expression, but he wasn't afraid, so he thought about it again and said to him, "I left you three years ago, and now I'm back, it's really me. "
Xiao Zhige's hand gently caressed his cheek, his eyes flashed slightly: "You are very similar, but you are not the same."
After thinking about it, An Changqing felt that there was no good way to convince him completely. At this time, Xiao Zhige was not only violent, but also suspicious. He was not so easy to deceive. If the lie is exposed, he will lose his trust. He then told the whole story of the rebirth.
After speaking, he looked at him expectantly with a pair of black eyes: "I didn't lie to you."
Xiao Zhige's heart twitched again, thinking about what he said, and feeling a little uneasy again, he pulled his lips and sneered: "That's really different from the same people."
Obviously the same person, he lost his love and committed suicide alone. On the other hand, he stays with the person he loves and is happy.
An Changqing reached out and touched his eyebrows: "So God sent me back to accompany you again."
Xiao Zhige didn't know whether to believe it or not, but looked at him inexplicably and said, "Are you willing to accompany me?"
An Changqing pretended to be thinking and said, "If you don't treat me as a spy and a monster."
Xiao Zhige laughed, his fingers brushed his delicate cheeks, and his voice was low: "Of course not, you belong to me alone."
After talking with An Changqing for a while, she was shocked to realize that she had never worn a robe, so she rubbed her arms and said, "I still have the robe I used before? I'm a little cold. The dragon doesn't seem to be very hot here."
"Those are unlucky. You put on mine first." Xiao Zhige took off his dragon robe and wrapped him. Seeing his tender white feet stepping on the carpet, his pink toes curled up in fear of the cold. After hesitating for a while, he still held his feet on his lap, lifted his shirt, and let his cold feet stick to his lower abdomen to warm him.
An Changqing moved his toes and looked at him with a smile: "You always avoided me when you saw me before, and it was fierce."
Maybe it was because he was too familiar and close, and Xiao Zhige's cold expression softened: "Really? I thought you were afraid of me. You didn't want to see me."
"I'm a little afraid of you. You don't like to talk or laugh." An Changqing knew that this was the knot between the two of them. It used to belong to the two of them, but now it belongs to Xiao Zhige. "They all say that you don't kill people. Blink."
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Xiao Zhige said with an expressionless face, "What they said was right."
An Changqing shook his head sternly: "They were wrong. I used to be too timid. You are better than anyone else."
Xiao Zhige suddenly said: "Compared to another me?"
An Changqing suddenly choked, he frowned and thought for a while, and was about to speak, when Xiao Zhige said, "Forget it, you don't have to answer this question."
He didn't want to hear it, but An Changqing insisted. Going back to the past and getting along face to face, the Xiao Zhige in the past became more vivid and three-dimensional, and he naturally noticed his slight sourness and sadness.
Today's Xiao Zhige is full of anger, but fragile and timid. He was so timid that his beloved was in front of him, but he didn't dare to hear an answer.
An Changqing straightened his face and said seriously: "You are all alone, and in my heart, there is no difference between good and bad. Just like the past me and the present me, are there good or bad in your heart? ?"
Who would have thought that Xiao Zhige thought about it seriously, and said, "Yes, you are fine now."
He won't look at him with the same fearful eyes as everyone else's, and won't avoid him. Relying on him so naturally is such a beautiful feeling that he is reluctant to let go, "So even if you feel that the other me is better, it doesn't matter."
He said, "As long as you say it, I don't think I know."
An Changqing felt like a poor child for a moment, holding the only candy left, deceiving himself pitifully. His heart softened at once, he couldn't help but retract his feet and sit up. He looked at him seriously with dark eyes and said, "I will make you believe that you are you, and I like it all."
Xiao Zhige was noncommittal, only picked him up and placed him on the couch. Seeing that he was about to speak, he pressed his lips and said, "I don't have your clothes here. I'll ask someone to measure you. Just wear mine."
An Changqing made a "woo", and her moist and soft lips brushed Xiao Zhige's fingers. Xiao Zhige drew back his hand unnaturally, lowered his eyes and continued, "Don't run around, the palace is not safe."
An Changqing "wooed" again, his eyes rolled around, pointing at the unpleasant decorations and asking Xiao Zhige to change it according to his liking, and pointed out the window: "Although it is winter, it is bare outside. It's too ugly, ask the gardener to transplant some plants."
Xiao Zhige responded one by one.
But within half a day, everyone inside and outside the palace knew that the emperor had a new favorite. Not to mention that people lived in Qiwu Palace, the emperor also changed Qiwu Palace extensively for him. Some people say that this new favorite is exactly the same as the deceased Yuan Empress. His Majesty is afraid that he will become mad when he misses the Yuan Empress.
Thinking that when Empress Yuan Yuan first passed away, there was almost a river of blood in the palace. No one dared to set foot in Qiwu Palace. Now that three years have passed, the old man has passed away, and the new man has finally lived in this deserted palace.
The author has something to say: I'm afraid some cute ones can't understand it, so please explain it. It's just that he went back to his previous life to accompany the counselor for a while, and untied the knot in his heart. There is no double life in the text, and the extravagance reminds the counselor of the previous life.