In the Weiyang Palace, the emperor stood in front of the picture of the sunset over the long river, the smile on his lips gradually widening.
The lights in the hall are bright, but they are hazy like fog, making people's thoughts blurry.
He remembered that when he was seven years old, his father was seriously ill. He and his seventh brother were guarding his father's bed. His father was holding his hand with one hand and his seventh brother's hand with the other. The torture of the illness made him like this.
The hands were as skinny as firewood, and the blue veins were like old tree roots protruding from the land.
He said: "Xiao'er, your seventh brother's ambitions are not in the country. Therefore, my father has passed on this throne to you. You must do your best to protect the people of Chu Zhao and pacify the world."
While crying, he nodded vigorously: "Father, I will definitely fulfill my mission."
The old emperor looked at Ye Hen with a weak breath and said: "Hen'er, my father knows your thoughts. The great rivers and mountains are the place you yearn for. However, I promise my father to help Xiao'er eradicate his differences and eliminate foreign troubles.
Wait until the world is at peace and Chu Zhao is stable, then you can go find your piece of heaven and earth, okay?"
Ye Hen bit his lip and held the old emperor's hand tighter. The hard skin on his skin pricked his palm, and he felt extremely painful.
"Father, I will do my best to assist my eighth brother, no matter how hard it is, no matter how hard it is."
The old emperor smiled comfortingly, and before closing his eyes, he murmured: "Father, I miss the yellow sand of the desert..."
After the old emperor passed away, in order to fulfill his last wish, Ye Xiao took the old emperor's crown and went to the desert with a group of guards.
Unfamiliar with the environment and the road, they soon lost their way in the desert. They spent three days and three nights without going out. The food and water around them gradually ran out, and only the last horse was left.
, in order to save his life and save their only rations, several guards committed suicide in front of him.
He led the horse forward hard by himself, and later killed the horse. He sat on the sand dune, eating the last piece of horse meat. Just when he was desperate, he saw a desolate Gobi desert suddenly appear in front of him.
There is a long river, and a sunset hangs in the clear sky.
He ran and rolled excitedly towards the bottom of the sand dune, but the river was getting further and further away from him. He finally lost strength and fainted in a pile of yellow sand.
When he woke up again, there was laughter like silver bells in his ears. He reluctantly opened his eyes and saw a girl in white sitting on the side of a camel roasting a good leg of lamb.
Kettle in sheepskin bag.
He touched his throat and stretched out his hand with difficulty.
She turned around at this moment, and he saw her with picturesque features and white clothes, like a fairy.
He rubbed his eyes and asked doubtfully: "Am I dead?"
The girl came over, stretched out her little hand and pinched his face. He cried out in pain: "What are you doing?"
She laughed softly, then put the roasted leg of lamb and water in front of him: "My name is Mo'er, what's yours?"
His identity as a prince could not be exposed, for fear of being caught in this foreign country, so he made up a random name: "Kefeng."
In the next few days, Mo'er took care of him until his strength recovered and he was able to walk, but he suddenly couldn't bear to leave.
He likes to sit there quietly and watch her in a daze, he likes the way she frowns seriously when grilling food, and he likes her smiling at him. At that moment, it's like bright peonies blooming on the desert.
Until the day he was about to leave, although he was deeply reluctant to leave, he still pretended to be nonchalant and said: "Will you go to Chu Zhaoguo to find me in the future?"
She shook her head: "I will not leave the desert or my home."
He lowered his head in frustration, then looked at her with bright eyes and said, "When we grow up, if you are not married yet and neither am I, I will come to the desert to propose marriage to you."
She just thought it was a joke, covered her mouth and chuckled.
Seeing the serious look on his face, he suppressed a smile and said, "Let me dance for you as a farewell gift."
He said: "Okay."
As a result, she performed a desert sword dance.
He had been in the palace since he was a child, and was used to seeing those enchanting dancers, but now he actually felt that this little girl who was only a few years old would be eclipsed when she danced this stunning dance.
Feel.
He had never seen such a beautiful dance and was stunned for a moment.
Many years later, one midnight, when he woke up from his dream, put on his outer robe and came to the yard full of pear blossoms, he raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and there seemed to be her full and bright smile among the pear blossoms.
He ordered someone to draw a picture of the sunset over the long river and hang it in the Weiyang Palace. Whenever he was physically and mentally exhausted, he would look at the picture and think of the scene many years ago, when a girl in white danced a stunning dance for her.
He has become the emperor of Chu Zhao Kingdom and has a harem of three thousand beauties. The promises he made back then seem to have been lost in the wind and sand.
Until that day, the envoy of Li State came to visit and brought the sincerity of the king of Li State. They wanted to betroth Princess Mo'er of Li State to him. At that time, he talked to the envoy of Li State calmly, but the envoy of Li State kept silent.
He was so happy that he was almost dancing like a child. Yun Qian looked on in confusion, as if he had never seen him so happy in so many years.
"Your Majesty, why are you so happy?" He finally couldn't help asking.
The emperor said happily: "Immediately issue a decree and canonize Princess Mo'er of Li State as the second-grade Zhaoyi."
Yun Qian was stunned, "Your Majesty, since the founding of the country, no woman has been canonized as soon as she entered the palace."
But he said stubbornly: "I don't care, I just don't want her to be wronged."
On the day Mo'er arrived, he encountered a mountain bandit. He had trouble sleeping and eating, so he sent his personal bodyguard Lin Jinfeng to personally lead the 800 royal guards to search for her. He was relieved when news came that he had found her.
On the wedding day, he felt anxious and excited for a long time. Once the complicated ceremony was over, he couldn't wait to come to their wedding room.
When he lifted the red hijab on her head, he was almost stunned by her beauty. She was even more beautiful than she was more than ten years ago.
But the way she looked at him was full of defensiveness, like a frightened deer.
When she knelt in front of him and said that she was tired from traveling and traveling, and asked him to rest in another palace, he knew that she no longer remembered him, and that another person had already lived in her eyes. This person was not
he.
He was furious and went to Concubine Hua's palace, but all night, he sat on the soft couch, his eyes only had her, so full that not even a grain of sand could squeeze in.
He knew that the palace was dangerous and that she would encounter bandits that day. This was exactly the arrangement arranged by Prime Minister Hua. Prime Minister Hua originally wanted to sow discord between Chu Zhao and Li State, making him suffer enemies both internally and externally.
Under this situation, he wanted to pamper her, but he had to alienate her. He didn't want to bring the flames of war to her, so he sent her autumn light, hoping that she would still be as pure as jade in the desert.
woman.
Unexpectedly, in the end, he sent her to Li State and asked her to persuade his father to help Chu Zhao. He didn't want to push her to the front line, but there was nothing he could do.
A faint sigh echoed in Weiyang Palace. Yun Qian heard the sound and immediately came in and asked: "Your Majesty, can you pass on the night meal?"
He shook his head and said, "No, just pack up these memorials and I'll do some painting."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
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Mo'er followed Ye Hen and Lin Jinfeng to start first, followed closely by Mo Yao's 200,000 elite soldiers. In order not to attract the attention of Prime Minister Hua, the soldiers of Li State announced that their expedition was actually to attack Chu Zhao State.
Snowfields of neighboring countries.
"Princess, why are you laughing?" Axiu sat in the car and looked curiously at Mo'er, who was smiling.
Mo'er's smile deepened a little. This time her brother sent troops to help Chu and quell the civil strife. It was just around the corner.
She always remembered Ye Hen's words in her heart: when he helped the emperor stabilize the country, he would come to marry her openly, and they would live in seclusion in the desert together, not caring about worldly matters.
"Princess, we are back in the palace now. We still have to live in the Moon Palace. How are you happy?" Axiu said with a pout.
Mo'er smiled and said: "If your heart is trapped, the world is a prison everywhere; if your heart is at ease, a small tiled house is also a paradise on earth. What does it matter where you live?"
"Princess, Axiu can't defeat you, so just bully Axiu."
Mo'er smiled and tapped her forehead: "You can't say it, you don't dare to say it."
Axiu smiled happily: "The princess has seen through it all."
The car arrived at Zisu City after a few days of driving. In order to avoid attracting the attention of outsiders, the group quietly entered through the east main gate in the middle of the night. Yunqian sent her attentive servant to send her to Yuehan Palace.
Ye Hen took her to the door. She got out of the car, wearing a black mink velvet cloak. The wind picked up in the middle of the night, blowing the fallen leaves on the ground and blowing the hood off her head. She couldn't help but look back,
Seeing him standing in the moonlight dressed in black, with an unusually handsome and cold look on his face, warmth surged through her heart, and she felt at ease what she could say.
She could understand the determination in his eyes.
Nodding slightly to him, Mo'er and Axiu followed the chambermaid into the palace gate.
Ye Hen turned back and sat in the car. Lin Jinfeng said while driving the car: "Your Majesty, what should we do next?"
There was a fierce look on his brows, and he said quietly: "You secretly keep an eye on Prime Minister Hua's people in the palace and control Concubine Hua. I will dispatch troops and generals outside the pass to besiege Zisu City."
Lin Jinfeng said worriedly: "What about the princess?"
Ye Hen thought of Xue'er and frowned: "I will send her out."
Although Xue'er is the daughter of Prime Minister Hua, she has no fault at all. Although there is no actual relationship between husband and wife, they have the name of husband and wife. Due to emotions and reasons, he does not want her life. He banishes her outside the customs so that she will have no worries about food and clothing in the future.
He has exhausted all his benevolence and righteousness.
After Mo'er returned to Yuehan Palace, she was different from those concubines who were relegated to the cold palace. She had her own private courtyard. Three meals a day were delivered by a dedicated servant, and the food was of a higher level than the queen.
The emperor took good care of her and was not willing to treat her badly in the slightest, and naturally others did not know this.
She stayed in the Yuehan Palace all day long, drawing, writing, playing the piano and reading. While her life was peaceful and happy, she was also worried about the war that was about to break out.
Axiu received the special order and could freely enter and leave the Yuehan Palace. I am afraid that the emperor deliberately wanted her to know some of the actual facts of the authorities and then tell Mo'er about them. Firstly, he was afraid that she would be lonely, and secondly, he would not make her worry all day long.
That day, Axiu hurriedly ran in, put the basket of snacks in her hands on the table, and said breathlessly: "Princess, the fight is starting, the fight is starting."
Mo'er also felt a thump in her heart, put down the book in her hand, and laughed at her: "Look at how anxious you are, can't you tell me something slowly?"
Axiu sat down in front of her excitedly, picked up the cup on the table and took a sip of water and said: "Princess, Lord Lin's imperial army and the Seventh Prince's 400,000 troops joined forces and beat Prime Minister Hua to the point where he was beaten to death, pissed, and the palace was in chaos.
Got it."
"What about brother?" Mo'er asked anxiously.
"The prince is even more brave. I heard that he intercepted Prime Minister Hua's reinforcements at Jiajing Pass and defeated them at the foot of Huhe Mountain."
Ah Xiu said extremely proudly.
Mo'er breathed a sigh of relief, her heart that had been hanging around for the past few days finally settled down.
This month's Han Palace is located deep in the palace, and the news is blocked. I'm afraid those demoted concubines still don't know the news.
She sat in front of the window, looking at the fiery red maple leaves in the courtyard, and felt quiet for no reason.
The country is at peace and the years are quiet. Will the happiness she has been waiting for become a reality?
Not many days later, the emperor visited Yuehan Palace in person and issued an imperial edict to settle the unfair injustice for her. The queen was deposed, and Prime Minister Hua was convicted of plotting rebellion and annihilating the nine tribes.
On the day of the execution, I heard that there was blood staining hundreds of miles and the noise was violent. Many people who went to watch said the scene was too horrific to watch.
The emperor was dressed in bright yellow robes and stood high above. He could hear the shouts of the mountains below, but suddenly he felt empty in his heart.
Yesterday, he moved to Tianmang Palace, and she was basking in the sun in the courtyard. The midday sun shone warmly on her body, and her whole figure seemed to be floating.
He told her that he wanted to make her his queen, but she knelt in front of him and said that she looked down on fame and fortune and only wanted to travel around the world.
He knew that she would never forget that person, and he would never be in her heart.
He kept guessing who the person in her heart was, until the Seventh Prince, still wearing his military uniform, asked to see him late at night. He knelt in front of him like her, with a cold glint in his eyes.
"Eighth brother, I have helped you seize the kingdom. Now I just want to ask you to find someone. From now on, I will roam the world with you, and we will be the companion of gods and immortals."
He already had a bad premonition in his heart, and sure enough, he heard Ye Hen say in a sonorous voice: "Mo'er."
It turned out that the person she had always liked was his seventh brother. It turned out that he had met earlier than they knew, but it was the seventh brother who finally entered her heart.
He had never been so humble before. He pulled Ye Hen's clothes and said, "Seven days, if you let me stay with her for another seven days, I will give her to you, okay?"
That night, he stayed awake all night. The rice paper under his hand was soaked with ink, and the words on the paper were made of iron and silver.
The cries of crows have not stopped in the city after the moon sets, and it is too early to wake up without sleep. The frosty courtyard is timid, the heart is quiet, and the red curtain is around. Who knows this feeling?
She would never know that he had loved her so deeply.
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Mo'er was sitting in the courtyard, and Axiu quietly handed over a note.
On the light-colored paper was his powerful handwriting: I have asked the emperor for you. Wait for me for seven days, and I will pay a large sum of money to the King of Li to marry you.
She folded the small note, folded it again, and the smile on her face reflected the redness of the pool of autumn water.
She silently counted the days, one day, two days...
On the fifth day, a large number of guards suddenly poured into Tianmang Palace. The leader was Gong Deqian, the Minister of the Ministry of Justice. He was a veteran of the three dynasties. In this palace chaos, he and several elders were unable to help.
few.
Just when Mo'er didn't know why they came, Gong Deqian had already said sternly: "The brave concubine who actually consorted with foreign enemies must be punished for her crime."
"Fornication with foreign enemies?" Mo'er frowned and said, "Master Gong, are you mistaken?"
Gong De Qian snorted coldly, "If you hadn't informed me in the palace, how would the Li Kingdom know that my city was empty? The Li Kingdom's crown prince Mo Yao led his troops to attack the border and wanted to take my Chu Zhao Zi Su. How could you explain it?
"
"Brother...Brother, is he going to attack Chu Zhaoguo?" Mo'er seemed to have been hit in the head with a stick. She staggered twice and was about to fall down. Axiu hurriedly supported her and cried: "Princess."
"No, how could my brother...how could my brother..." She said twice in a row, but she could no longer speak. Her eyes were empty and she didn't know where to wander.
Gong Deqian thought she was afraid of crime and said loudly: "Come here, take this demon concubine to the heavenly prison to wait for the holy order."
A group of people rushed up to capture Mo'er. Axiu opened his arms to protect her and said, "Don't touch my princess."
"Even this little girl was taken into custody."
"Who dares?" A small shout suddenly rang in everyone's ears. Gong Deqian hurriedly turned around and knelt down: "I bow to the emperor."
Seeing the guards kneeling down one after another, Mo'er just stood, looking at him blankly as if through a layer of fog.
The emperor frowned and slowly walked down the steps. He came to her and stretched out his hand to take her hand, but she took a step back and asked with tears in her eyes: "What is going on?"
"Mo'er." He called her name and took her hand forcefully, as if comforting but also heartbroken, "Gong Deqian is right, Mo Yao has indeed raised 400,000 troops, and is currently fighting Seventh Brother's army on the outskirts of the city."
"Why is brother doing this? He just helped Chu Zhao?" Mo'er shook her head in disbelief.
"Mo Yao is not like King Li. He has always been ambitious. He has been meaning to raise an army for a long time, and this time it just gave him the name to fight." The emperor felt a twinge in his heart when he saw her sad eyebrows.
It's true that Mo Yao is ambitious, and he himself is wary of Li's growing strength. This confrontation is inevitable.
"Your Majesty, is this really the case?" Mo'er looked at him with disbelief: "The birds are gone and the bows are hidden, the rabbits are dead and the dogs are cooked. All of this must have been expected by you and the Seventh Prince."
"Mo'er." Her despairing and desolate eyes hurt him deeply. He held her hand tighter, but could only say these two words.
"Your Majesty." Gong Deqian knelt behind and said: "Following the ancestral system, the daughter of an enemy country shall be punished for her crime. Please give Zhaoyi three feet of white silk."
Mo'er looked at the emperor intently, and saw a melancholy look on his handsome face, and even the deep wrinkles on his forehead seemed to be filled with pain. After a long while, he said: "Secure the Tianmang Palace first, and then wait for a while."
Discuss again."
Mo'er smiled softly, brushed his hand away, and slowly knelt down: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
The war lasted for who knows how many days. She heard from the young eunuch in the palace that the Seventh Prince had won many battles. The day before yesterday, he had just sent a large number of Li soldiers to the foot of Silent Mountain, and the Li soldiers had lost tens of thousands.
The anxiety in her heart was piling up day by day. No matter it was Ye Hen or Mo Yao, she didn't want anything to happen to either of them.
Just a few days ago, she was imagining the scene where the two of them would meet their father and brother. Unexpectedly, they would be at war with each other in an instant. No matter whether they won or lost, how would she and Ye Hen get along with each other in the future?
She became ill from long-term worry and could not afford to fall ill.
She was so sick that day that she suddenly felt hands touching her forehead. She opened her hazy eyes and saw his deep and gentle gaze. She suddenly felt that this gaze seemed familiar to her. She closed her eyes and suddenly
Remembered.
She was young at that time, only five or six years old. She rescued a little boy in the desert, and the little boy's eyes were so similar to his.
Is it him? Is it him?
She stretched out her hand feebly, and as soon as it reached the air, he caught it in his hand. She asked in a weak voice: "The smoke in the desert, the sun setting over the long river, is that you, Kefeng?"
Suddenly there was moisture in his eyes. She remembered it, she finally remembered it, but...what's the use? Time flies, but it can't cope with the changes in circumstances.
He took her back to his Weiyang Palace and found a medical woman to treat her. He stayed by her bedside day and night until she could barely eat some food.
Because he took care of him, he moved almost all the affairs of the court to his palace, and even all the official meetings were held here.
That day, she was not sleeping deeply, and vaguely heard a quarrel coming from outside. She struggled to get up, and through the crystal curtain and several screens, she heard him roaring angrily: "Are you threatening me?
"
His Highness, the senior ministers who were kneeling on the ground, headed by Gong Deqian said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, the country of Li has rebelled and troops are approaching the city. The daughter of the country of Li is guilty of an unforgivable crime. If the emperor does not kill the demon concubine, I sincerely request you to resign immediately.
, retire and return home.”
"You...you..." The emperor's young face turned red, and Yun Qian looked at him worriedly, fearing that he would be so angry that he would break his body.
OK, you go.
He was almost about to say this sentence, but these were all the founding heroes of the country, and they were indispensable to Chu Zhao's country. The late emperor was wise, so how could he be ignorant and ignorant?
But if he was asked to kill Mo'er, he would never be able to do it.
He raised his hand and pointed at these people... After a long while, he finally sat back on the chair extremely tired and said in a weak voice: "Let me think about it."
Mo'er stood behind the beaded curtain with a faint smile on her lips. No matter what he decided in the end, he had done so much for her, so how could she blame him.
If it were anyone else, she would have died countless times.
She held on to the carved door edge and was about to go back to bed to rest when she suddenly heard someone reporting an emergency.
"Your Majesty, the Seventh Prince not only repulsed the enemy army and killed the enemy general Mo Yao on Wanggaopo, but also took advantage of the victory to pursue the enemy and attack Li State. The king of Li State and the three concubines in the palace all hanged themselves from beams in Mocheng."
The emperor suddenly sat up and said nervously: "Who allowed you to report it?"
After saying that, he hurried to the back room, opened the crystal curtain, and passed several screens. He saw Mo'er with his back to her, seeming to be sleeping soundly. He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, returned to the palace and said sternly: "
If Zhaoyi knows about this, you will definitely be killed."
Mo'er giggled on the bed, and her tears couldn't stop flowing out.
Her chest was heaving violently, and even she didn't know how many thoughts passed through her in such a short period of time, including sadness, anger, panic, despair, and even hatred...
She clenched her fists tightly and dug her nails into her palms, as if someone was stabbing her heart with a knife until blood dripped from her heart.
Ye Hen, is this how you fulfill your promise to me?
You killed my brother, you forced my father to death, and you destroyed our country.
Are you really doing all this just because you can't help it?
She bit her lip until blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.
She remembered that when she was in the desert, her father liked to hold her in his arms and call her little girl, and her brother liked to put her on his camel and call her crazy girl.
However, she can never go back. Her beloved family members are separated forever, and that day of drinking and singing turned out to be the last time they met.
The duckweeds of half a lifetime are lost in the water, and the famous flowers are buried in a night of cold rain. The soul is like a willow cotton blowing to pieces, wandering around the world.
Every inch of her heart was as gray as ashes, and her love was gone.
When the emperor returned to the back room, he saw that her complexion was still good. After so long of conditioning, it was indeed effective.
She embroidered the handkerchief stitch by stitch and asked him with a smile: "When will the Seventh Prince come back?"
His heart sank, but he still managed to say: "The teacher will return to the court tomorrow."
She nodded and returned her gaze to the embroidery needle in her hand.
The emperor watched from the side, heartbroken.
She doesn't know all this yet, how is he going to tell her?
The next day, the Seventh Prince Ye Hen returned in triumph. The Seventh Prince was brave and adept at fighting and was invincible. This was rumored to be magical among the people.
The emperor, dressed in a rust-gold dragon robe, personally greeted him on the tower. Two rows of cowhide drums were displayed on both sides, just waiting for the sound of the drums.
The city gate ahead opened wide, and the Seventh Prince's army slowly arrived.
He is sitting on a sweat-blooded horse, wearing golden armor, a black iron sword hanging on his waist, a red tassel helmet on his head, and purple gold boots on his feet. He has a heroic appearance and is not angry but powerful.
The emperor looked at him from above, with a smile on his lips. He was about to give the order to beat the drums when he suddenly heard a woman behind him say softly: "Your Majesty, Mo'er knew that the prince had returned triumphantly, so he specially prepared a sword dance to welcome the prince and cleanse him from the dust."
The emperor turned around and saw her wrapped in white clothes, revealing her graceful neck and clearly visible collarbones. The pleats of her skirt were like snow, and flowed to the ground like moonlight. She stretched more than three feet, making her gait
She became even more graceful and graceful, holding a sword in her hand to say goodbye, with a graceful smile on her face.
Ye Hen reined in his horse at the foot of the city tower and looked at her blankly, with endless sadness and helplessness in his eyes.
"Mo'er." The emperor frowned slightly, but she had already walked to the platform of the tower.
She smiled cleverly: "My father said that my dance misled people and the country, but you and the Seventh Prince have both seen it, but you don't necessarily think you are merciful."
She called the emperor "you" with an indifferent expression.
Before the emperor could speak, she pulled out her sword and raised her skirt.
There was no music, only the sound of the wind whistling on the tower.
The emperor's guard of honor on the tower and Chu Zhao's soldiers below the tower all looked at her in shock.
She dances in the wind with various postures, and the light of her sword flows, filling the space between heaven and earth.
She seemed to see the many palaces in front of her turning into a vast sea of sand, the sound of camel bells ringing in her ears, and two figures walking towards her talking and laughing.
"Father, brother."
There was a touch of surprise in her eyes, and she suddenly stopped dancing and took two steps forward absentmindedly. Under her feet was a hundred-foot tall building, and she was standing on the edge of the city.
"Mo'er." The emperor shouted and rushed forward, but saw her suddenly looking back and smiling, and the sword in her hand was swung across her neck.
A stream of blood spurted out, and a few drops splashed on his face, like burning liquid, which hurt all his organs. He only had time to grab a corner of her clothes, and her body seemed to be broken.
The string kite floated down from the tower.
He stared at the piece of snow-like clothes in his hand as if he was dumbfounded. Suddenly, the scenery moved quickly in front of his eyes. She was dancing for him in the desert. He said, if I am not married, if you are not married, I will come to marry you.
He suddenly knelt down on one knee, his eyes filled with pain.
Even though he holds the prosperity of all sentient beings in his hands, even though he has the world in his hands, without her...
He felt that something was dying in his heart step by step, and he understood that he could no longer love in this life.
Ye Hen was shocked and turned pale. He suddenly jumped up from his horse, took a few steps in the air, and took her into his arms.
She still had a breath left, but her neck was bleeding profusely.
He stretched out his hand to cover her wound, as if covering her life.
His lips trembled but he could not speak.
She glanced at him with a smile and stretched out her bloody hand to reach for him.
"Ye Hen, if there is an afterlife, Mo'er will never love you again..." Her hand only grasped the red tassel knot on his helmet, and she dropped it to remove his
The helmet was ripped off.
Her hands hung weakly by his side, and her breath was gone.
"Haha, haha" Ye Hen suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, his long hair flying, his eyes blood red, and his whole body exuding an evil and coquettish aura.
He smiled, and a teardrop slipped from the corner of his eye, like a crystal falling into the soil and being smashed into pieces.
He picked up Mo'er in his arms, then looked up at the emperor who was still half-kneeling on the tower, and said with a wry smile: "Eighth brother, what I promised to my father has been completed for him. What's left of this great land, you want to
Keep it safe for my father. I have never fought with you in my life. In the end, I only begged you to hand over Mo'er to me. From now on, there will be no seventh prince in Chu Zhao."
He hugged her and got on the horse. When the horse rushed out of the city gate, Lin Jinfeng, who had been standing aside, slowly turned his head away. The picture in his mind was of her unparalleled youthfulness at the moment when she raised her head in the bamboo forest.
There is solitary smoke in the desert, and the sun sets over the long river.
When I return to this place, things have changed.
He held her and sat on the sand dune, just like that day. He carefully wiped the blood from her face, and she seemed to be asleep, quiet as usual.
She would never know that he did not kill Mo Yao, nor did he force King Li to death. All those were just lies he made up to silence the people in the court.
He looked into the distance, and he remembered that there seemed to be no forest in front of him, but at this moment it was really zooming in in front of him. He saw a white shadow passing through the forest, and he remembered her cheerful smile on the swing.
She said, Ye Hen, I believe you.
He lowered his head and kissed her cold lips, hugged her with one hand, and pulled out the sword to say goodbye.
Sad farewell, sad farewell, sad farewell has been common since ancient times.
He smiled sadly, as if comforting and pitying: "Mo'er, don't be afraid, I will be with you right away."
The sound of horns sounded in the distance, echoing across the empty desert. The forest suddenly disappeared without a trace. The beauty of the country turned out to be nothing more than a mirage from beginning to end.
Someone played the tambourine and sang a song: I remember that when we first met, the snowy willows hung down their temples and smiled softly. They were young in goose-yellow clothes, full of love, and far away. The saying is that parting brings tears to the brows, and the love is rare. But the fate is shallow.
, even if meeting each other is infinitely good, the Milky Way is winding on both sides. The love is so deep that it is better to fight than to meet each other.
The mountains are like snow and the country is like a painting. After all, he and she have a deep love and a long-lasting hatred.