Rebirth: You Save Me with Your Deep Love

The corridor is a place of longing, and the moon is lonely. The moon and the flowers are in the shadows, and it has been ten years. Even if the pavilions have passed away and the trees have died, there is still a lot of love that is hard to get rid of. But this hard-to-get love is always hard to get rid of, and it can never be obtained.

When the Jin army marched straight in and fought all the way outside the capital, the dragons had already been lit in the Qi Yang Hall in the imperial city. In the gorgeous small flower hall, Yun Anwan, under the patient guidance of Mother Qin, finally sewed a satisfactory dress. At this moment, she was embroidering a few green bamboos on the light grey sleeves, and then sewing two delicate jade stones on the jade belt as embellishment.

Once, the gentleman gave me clothes and skirts when he left Beijing for the south, and then he gave me a headdress to comfort his longing. Now, I will make a piece of clothing for him with my own hands!

"Your Majesty... We beg Your Majesty to consider the interests of the country and the people... Your Majesty..." Outside the bedroom, the trembling old woman knelt on her knees, leaning on a nanmu cane, and shouted loudly.

The old lady of Chengguogong was a legendary woman. When she was young, she followed her father on horseback to guard the border. In her middle age, she ignored the baby in her belly and went into the enemy camp lightly to negotiate with the enemy army to save the country from crisis.

He had a son who was also a good fighter, but unfortunately, God was jealous of his talent. After he entered the desert alone, he was not able to fight. Together with the 4,000 soldiers he led at that time, he was buried in the desert and slept in a mass grave. Such a heroic man, not even a piece of his body was found.

Yun Anwan sighed, put down the green bamboo leaf in her hand that was only a few stitches away from being completed, turned around and walked to the couch, covered herself with the quilt, and then arranged for the little palace maid to invite the person in. If it was someone else, Yun Anwan could certainly ignore it, but this was not the case with the old lady of the Duke of Chengguo.

When I was younger, before my master came to my side, it was the wife of Duke Chengguo who came to the palace for a banquet and saved me from being bullied and pushed into the lake by other princes and princesses. It was a winter as cold as it is now. In the freezing cold lake water, the only thing I could rely on was the warm hand that reached out to me.

"Your Majesty, do you have any other way to save the people of Qi Dynasty and protect the foundation of our ancestors?" The old lady, Duke Chengguo, has been in the military for half her life. She has seen the bravery and uprightness on the battlefield, as well as the intrigues in the court. She can be said to be the best at judging people and deciding their intentions.

Although Qi State was not as strong as Jin State, it was not powerless to fight it. The empress before them was a skilled fighter who was able to seize the throne from the powerful Empress Wende. It was not an exaggeration to praise her as a genius.

Now facing the offensive of Jin State, even if she was ill, how could she really be helpless? Combined with her previous thoughts and the fact that the person in front of her did not look sick at all, the old lady probably knew what the other party was thinking. Could it be that he really wanted to give up his country?

But she didn't understand! She had never heard of any relationship between the Empress and the Jin Emperor, so why did she have to do this? Could it be that she really just wanted to overthrow the country?

Regarding the Prince of Weiguo, she had also seen that brilliant young man, it was such a pity.

She knew that the Fourth Princess, who was powerless in the south, risked everything and marched north, all for him; but now the Ji family is still as powerful as ever, and Ji Xunyin's power and status are even greater than before. Even in the imperial book that was read out in court and announced to the world when the empress ascended the throne and then enshrined in the Taimiao, the name of Ji Fanyin, the eldest son of the Ji family, was written in the place of the empress.

This is really not enough?

"There are some past events that the old lady probably doesn't know." Yun Anwan took out a silk book that looked like it had been preserved for a long time from the inside of the bed. "When your son was trapped in the desert, the camp commander had the opportunity to send troops to rescue him, but..."

When Yun Anwan looked at the old lady, guilt flashed across her eyes, and then they became fierce in an instant.

"But the credit for recovering Mobei and defending the desert defense line is so great that some people have forgotten their original intention and the brotherhood of sharing life and death and supporting each other in the past. The old lady is a hero of her generation and has a large army, and your son has made great achievements in the war. In this family in the capital, it is really a bit eye-catching. Even the highest-ranking person has a day of worry, right? And General Wang, why did he retire at the age of forty? General Zhao could have gone out to sea to suppress the pirates and bandits entrenched in Yingzhou, but he was suspected of having ulterior motives and his whole family was beheaded. And you, old lady, why have you remained unknown all these years..."

Yun Anwan turned around and looked at the wife of the Duke of Chengguo with sharp and cold eyes, "If not for this, why would the Qi Kingdom have no generals to send to protect the ancestral temple when the Jin Kingdom invaded?"

Being too successful and causing danger to the emperor, or even having too high prestige in the army, these are not what the emperor wants to see!

Yun Anwan looked at the figure staggering away outside the curtain, stared at the nothingness in the air and blinked hard, feeling very sad in her heart.

There are some things that you can always have good intentions if you don't know them, but if you don't know them until you die, can you really be willing to accept it? What you swear to be loyal to in your life is just a pure heart of loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, but what if one day you suddenly find that this emperor is no longer worthy of loyalty?

If she didn't know, when the Jin army entered the capital, the old lady of Chengguo would definitely sacrifice her life for the country with her family, right? But what if she knew? Even if she died, she would leave room for her descendants.

In addition to the life-saving grace in childhood, Yun Anwan also wanted to protect these loyal people as much as possible, even though these dangers were planned by herself.

In the first month of that year, the weather was unusually cold. Because of the war outside, the New Year atmosphere in the capital was not strong. Even in the palace, the atmosphere was much colder because the empress had not yet recovered from her illness. Not even a family dinner was held on New Year's Eve. Of course, no one in the capital now cared about these things.

The Lanyue Tower rises from the ground and soars into the clouds!

The founding empress of the Qi Dynasty, Yun Zhi, built the Moon-Lanyue Tower because her beloved loved the moon very much. She said, "I embrace the moon in your arms and pray for your eternal life." Even the name of the Qi Dynasty came from this.

Everyone knows that Empress Yunzhi's love is flamboyant and wanton, overbearing and gentle. This Lanyue Tower may stand for hundreds of years in the future, and may witness that extraordinary love...

Later, people all said that Empress Wende loved Chen Zhengjun all her life, but she had many children and countless concubines in the harem, so how could this kind of love be called love?

How can love that can be abandoned for power be true love? Compared with Empress Yunzhi who only loved one person in her life, Empress Wende's love is really ridiculous.

How ridiculous... Yun Anwan raised the cup to the sky, then raised his head and drank the wine in the cup.

There was some liquid in the cup that had not been swallowed, which slid down her cheeks and then fell into the white collar around her neck and disappeared. Ji Xunyin, who came under the moonlight, looked at the empress in front of him, who was still stunning even in simple clothes and makeup. Her eyes were complicated. After a moment, she stepped forward, took the empty cup from Yun Anwan's hand, replaced it with a cup of hot tea, and gently comforted her, "Drinking alcohol can hurt your body."

Yun Anwan was already drunk, and in her hazy eyes, it seemed as if the person she was thinking of was coming on the moon, wearing a warm green shirt, with a broad and clear smile in her eyes, and gently reaching out to her...

On so many quiet nights, Yun Anwan couldn't sleep, holding the dress in her arms, and silently wondered if she had left him in the south and not let him return to Beijing, would she not have so many regrets in her life?

Or if he had been more courageous, and abandoned the relationship between the king and his subjects after realizing that the situation was not going well, and marched north, could he have saved his beloved's life? Or, should he not have lingered in the human world for so long, and gone to accompany him earlier, so that they could spend more time together even in the underworld?

But... the road ahead has already lost its advantage, and there is no time to regret. If she went to accompany him earlier, Yun Anwan would be even more afraid... Mr. is such a good person, he must go to paradise, but what about me? Can a person with blood on his hands really go to where Mr. is instead of being thrown into hell?

Although I cannot find your shadow in this world, I still have the place where you lived to remember you. If I die and become a ghost, but still cannot find your shadow, then I will have nothing to remember you...

"Sir, you finally agreed to come into my dream..." Yun Anwan, who was drunk, tightly grasped the sleeves of the person in front of her with both hands, smiling brightly and softly, and the deep affection in her eyes was something Ji Xunyin had never seen before.

He reached out and hugged the person who rushed over into his arms, patted the other's thin back, then tore off his cloak with one hand and carefully wrapped the person in his arms. The wind was strong here and drunk people were very likely to catch a cold.

"Prime Minister..." Seeing this, the only female official beside the empress stepped forward and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Ji Xunyin's eyes. She knew the pain in the empress's heart, and also knew that the person in the empress's heart was not the person in front of her, but... at this moment, in the eyes of the drunken empress, the person holding her was really the husband she had been thinking about.