Extra--Famous and A Lian

January of the second year of Yongding

A year later, Ming Yang and I returned to the imperial city.

Stepping into this towering palace again, it is like another world.

On that day, in order to save the princess, I accidentally fell into the river. At the moment when I came into contact with the cold river, I thought that I would leave the world in this way. I kept floating along the river.

I never thought that I would wake up and see the warm sunshine in the morning again.

After I woke up, I looked at myself doubtfully. On my body, a brown dress came into my eyes. In confusion, I didn't know where I was. I dragged my tired body and got up and looked around. What I saw was a dark cave. The echo of water droplets came into my ear. There was bright and strong light at the entrance of the cave. Because of this source, I walked forward step by step.

When I walked to the entrance of the cave, the light became stronger and stronger. I couldn't help but reach out to resist and let my eyes slowly adapt. However, when I walked to the entrance of the cave, I suddenly found that everything outside the cave was vast and boundless.

The river is still the same, and the sun shines on the sea, reflecting a dazzling luster like a star.

Looking around again, there were towering trees, towering into the sky, and a gust of wind suddenly blew. I suddenly shivered, and my head was much more awake. Only then did I realize that I should be on an island at this moment, surrounded by water and silence.

Once again, seeing everything in the world again, what is rising in my heart is not only joy, but also gratitude.

God still had a trace of pity for me. I smiled slightly, but not far away, carrying the sun, a person came slowly. I looked at him doubtfully. He gradually got closer and closer to me. It was not until he walked in front of me that I recognized that the person who saved me was famous.

June of the first year of Yongding

Mingyang and I survived on this isolated island, and the river rushed us here. Because of fate, Mingyang and I got married on this isolated island.

Although there is nothing on this isolated island, I believe that this year is the happiest and happiest day in my life. Because of him, I am no longer afraid, but more at ease.

In the next year, I and Mingyang made a living by hunting, fishing and picking wild fruits. In the days, without the previous shackles, we were free and comfortable on this island.

However, strong missing also makes us feel helpless. Every night, when we look at this vast ocean, the deep river, and look at the moon, I always think of the princess far away in the imperial city, whether she is safe, happy, without my company, will she feel lonely, every time I think of all kinds of things, think The person who is far away on the other side of the river seems to be held tightly in his heart. All the sadness and suffering come from here. However, I know more that I am not the only one like this, and so is the famous. He extremely misses the old days. Those pictures deeply engraved in his mind can't be erased no matter how far the isolation is. Of.

A year after we got married, we had a daughter, which forced us to think back. Therefore, the famous began to cut trees and weave them into rafts.

January of the second year of Yongding

On that day, the north wind was fern, and the snow was heavy. The whole world was white, and the silver-wrapped land was flying with those small and beautiful elves, one after another, slowly falling.

I and Ming, with our daughter, stepped into this familiar but strange imperial city again, as if nothing had changed, but when we stepped into this imperial city, we knew that a lot of things had happened here.

Seeing him again, his eyes were no longer the same as before. Although he was still confident and arrogant, he was more surrounded by deep loneliness, silence and silence. When we came back, the princess was no longer alive. I later learned that she was burned in the 'Pear Garden' during the canonization ceremony, and her bones had been buried by the emperor in Xiling.

I never thought that at the moment I came back, I got such news, but I couldn't even see her last face. My heart was as cold and snowy, as silent as if I had fallen into an ice cellar, cold to my bones, and the sense of powerlessness spread all over my body. I even regretted myself why I didn't come back earlier. According to what they said, I came to the place where the princess was buried - Xiling.

That mausoleum is indeed stable and quiet. I remember that day, I said a lot of words to her on the princess's grave. I told her the stories that happened with Mingyang in the past year, and also told a lot about our past events, those days when I spent with her in Yueshi and Minyue. Memories, now that I think about it, I really miss it. As I spoke, tears couldn't help sliding down and wet my eyes. That day, I lay on the mausoleum and cried for a long time, and kept talking about the past, although I knew that she could not hear it.

"Mo Shang's face finally withered, and looking back on the old dream, he cried." Everyone in the palace said that since the queen left, the emperor's temperament became strange and capricious overnight. He no longer laughed, and forbids the people in the palace to mention even a trace of things about the queen. Even the 'pear garden' ordered people to be permanent on the day the queen was buried in the Western Mausoleum. Lockdown, no one is allowed to approach, and no one is allowed to open and enter without authorization.

Once on the court, an official boldly reported that in order to remind him that he should clean the Western Mausoleum of the Queen's Mausoleum, he was furious, and his temper instantly became extremely irritable. He abruptly pulled the official to behead him, and even the nine clans. He not only raided the house, but also sent the official's family to the border, and then He could not enter the city, and he returned to the court for many days after the dismissal. Therefore, the pear garden, like a curse, inadvertently became a taboo in the palace. People were afraid to avoid it. Even some eunuch maids passed by, bowed their heads and fled quickly like ghosts.

Min Yue, since the fall, has never set up a queen. This son has been vacant like this. For the fall, he also does not allow the historian to record the history books. The departure seems to have lived in the world in the future. Even if he dies, he does not allow others to record her in the record. I know that he is doing so, which is nothing more than running away. Avoid, escape from the past, escape from his heart, escape from all kinds of things that have happened, because he can't forget her. He can't forget her all his life. He can only choose this way to persecute himself. He thinks that he is not allowed to mention it, not allow others to talk about it, and lock the 'Pear Garden' into the eternal darkness like ruins. He thought that as long as this , can gradually forget her, but he doesn't know that this makes him more painful. He is afraid that he has always been afraid of losing her. Until now, he refuses to admit it. Therefore, as long as someone touches her in front of him, even a little bit, he will be tyrannical like a crazy lion.

We thought that she left and left, but in fact, she has always been stationed in our hearts and has never left. Because of this, Ming Yang and I named our daughter 'Nianli'. Even as a way of nostalgia, Ming Yang still became a general by the emperor after he came back. And gave us a mansion to hold another wedding for fame and me, which was the only thing that made everyone happy after coming back.

Yongding 48 July

Time flies, and the time is not like before. I saw him again in the 'Pear Garden'.

On that day, he sent someone to call me famous here. This place, from the moment I came back, I did not step in again, but now according to his will, I am lucky to step in here again. After these years, the 'Pear Garden' is no longer the scorched room. Due to time, it has become miserable. The pear garden has long lost the aura and vitality of that year, and the pear blossoms are no longer in full bloom, only bare branches, and occasionally a few white petals fall helplessly, which makes people feel desolate and broken.

When I saw him again, I suddenly found his gray hair, his back, and the sound of coughing came to our ears. Time flies. In those years, his brave killing of the enemy on the battlefield was still hovering in his mind. Unexpectedly, today, he, like us, he has become vicissitudes, old, and has a deep face. The carved wrinkles are the best proof that time has given us.

And the only thing that remains unchanged is the person who keeps it in mind. Until today, we still can't let it go and forget it.

So is he.

Therefore, over the years, even if he didn't mention it, we can still know the pain and reluctance that he struggled in the bottom of his heart.

On the day in Liyuan, he said a lot to us, which also made us recall the past again. I finally know that no matter how long the time passes, the person he doesn't want to mention or think about will eventually live in his heart. I remember that day, he cried in front of us for the first time, holding his fame and crying like a child. As if someone had taken away his favorite thing, he cried and grieved. I know that over the years, he has buried all his feelings. Today, when he steps here again, he can't help but endure it. It is not easy for such an old man today. It is excellent for him to vent like this.

In so many years, for the first time, he was willing to face his heart and return to this place again.

It was also on that day that I knew that the only thing she left for him that could be used as a souvenir was the glazed hairpin he gave her in Tanzhou many years ago. He held it tightly in his hand like a treasure.

To those dilapidated pear blossoms, like a dancing elf, as if returning to the beginning again, her figure and her smile ran into her eyes again and looked deeply into the distance. I don't know when, my eyes began to moisten, but the corners of my mouth were smiling. Princess, you are happy, so For many years, he hasn't forgotten you for a moment.

February of the 49th year of Yongding

The last time I went to Xiling to visit the princess, the grass on her mausoleum was old and tall. I looked at her tomb and sighed deeply.

The same year.

In this year, Minyue has experienced a change of dynasty. Maybe everyone has their own fate. The time is coming, and the time will always come. The snowflakes in February are thickly piled up outside the house, drifting and mourning, wrapping the earth with a layer of white and dazzling. The moment of snow falling, it is beautiful and lonely. It also seems to be sad for the king's life. The whole country mourns, famous for me, and all the ministers knelt in front of the dragon's couch. There was a strong sense of sadness in the air, which spread in this solemn hall and condensed into a kind of sadness in this winter.

Love and hate all leave at this moment. I clearly remember that on the day of his death, the face of the vicissitudes of life was on an old man, which looked particularly lonely. His eyes were empty. He just looked at somewhere from afar, muttering in his mouth, which was not real, but it made me hear the name that I would never forget. He was calling her, calling her name, and his breath was faint. Weak, opened his mouth, as if he was saying something, but only the name was clearly reflected in my ears. When he left, his face was calm and serene, but he kept clenching the glazed hairpin in his hand.

Emperor Ai of Minyue died in the Mingshou Hall in February of the 49th year of Yongding, when he was sixty-nine years old.

In the same year, the new emperor ascended the throne and changed the name of the country to Kangding. After ascending the throne, the first order of the new emperor was for the whole country to mourn for three days, and followed the edict left by the previous emperor, he was buried in the Western Mausoleum, together with the glazed hairpin, he was buried in the queen's mausoleum.

The heavy snow in February is still falling non-stop, rising one after another, falling silently. At this moment, I have seen such white snow for decades. The four seasons I have experienced have not changed at all. Just like the way we came, time is wasted, and everything in the world has been reincarnated, following their established track, the laws of nature, season after season, one season. Year after year, even if the world has not changed, I have become old.

I know in my heart that in the past few decades, his life has been suffering and suffering. Now, he can finally get rid of all the secular world and live with her forever.

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