In the blink of an eye, winter has arrived. This is the third month since the death of Queen Shangguan Feng'er of Qi State. The howling north wind mixed with heavy snow gradually submerged the ruins of Fengqi Palace.
In front of the hall, stood a slender figure with a bright red fox fur cloak and waist-length black hair flying in the wind. In the vast white sky and earth, there was only such a little color, which made him look a little lonely.
Looking at the palace being gradually buried, and then recalling the voice and smile of its past owner, my heart feels like a knife, and the pain is so painful that I can't breathe, but it seems to be addictive. It hurts to think about it, but I still think about it. I can't stop thinking about it, so I stop.
It hurts constantly.
"Your Majesty, go back." The father-in-law beside him called softly: After the explosion in Fengqi Palace and the death of the Empress, the Emperor was furious on the spot and vomited blood. After waking up, he suddenly went crazy and went through Fengqi Palace again.
, with the last breath, he set off another fire. The fire burned for a whole day, completely burning Fengqi Palace into ruins. However, he would come to Fengqi Palace every day and watch quietly. It has been three years since then.
It’s been months.
Li Moran put away his memories and turned around quietly. Suddenly a song floated in his ears. He stopped and listened:
There are fifty strings of Jinse for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his morning dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart filled with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
The song was tactful and plaintive, and the voice was also very desolate. Resentment and regret gradually enveloped the ruins of Fengqi Palace, and like the light smoke, lingering around every brick and tile here, these inanimate things seemed to be narrating.
With a period of sadness.
When she sang, "This feeling can be remembered, but it was already lost at that time." Li Moran's body couldn't help but froze, and she felt as if her heart was being squeezed so hard that she couldn't breathe. But the song kept coming over and over again.
It was sung over and over again, becoming even more sad, and finally seemed to turn into a sharp sword and pierce the heart of the listener: everything was overturned.
"Your Majesty?" The father-in-law behind Li Moran saw him like this and called out again.
Li Muran ignored the father-in-law, turned around again, and ran straight towards the ruins of Fengqi Palace, where the voice came from.
Without any hesitation, he walked through the ruins of the main hall of Fengqi Palace and ran towards the back garden of Fengqi Palace. When he arrived at a long-broken pavilion by Qinghu Lake, he saw a woman in white sitting on the ground, with her back to him, her hands in her hands.
Stroking the strings of the guqin and singing in a low voice.
The singer seemed to know who was coming. He stopped what he was doing and said softly, "Your Majesty, no matter how beautiful and prosperous the past was, it is already in the past. Forget what should be forgotten. Don't let yourself suffer anymore."
"Who composed this poem?" Li Moran ignored the words of the woman in white. He just wanted to know who composed this poem.
The woman slowly stood up and turned around. Her face was covered with a veil, and the ugly scars on her face were vaguely visible. She walked towards Li Moran and said, "Your servant Yu Ying pays homage to the emperor."
Li Moran frowned slightly, and there was something strange in his beautiful eyes, "Are you that dancing girl?" He recognized this palace maid. She was the dancing girl in Qingwu Palace who was punished by Concubine Li and wanted to commit suicide but was rescued by Shangguan Feng'er.
Ji.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Yu Ying lowered her head and replied in a low voice.
"I ask you, who wrote this poem?" Li Moran narrowed his eyes and looked at Yu Ying seriously.
Yu Ying hesitated for a moment, then Nuonuo said, "It's the Queen."
"When did she give it to you?" Li Moran clenched his fists and looked at Yu Ying.