Emperor of the Dynasty + Spoiler

Waking up from the dream, she remembered.

She didn't block the sword for her during the Mid-Autumn Festival that year. She was assassinated and poisoned, and then tried every means to force her to leave the capital.The last time they saw each other was on New Year's Eve that year, in the inner courtyard of the Qingquan Hall of the palace. She said that she was sleepy and that she had a dream in which she sang a song to coax her.

"What song do you want to hear?"

"Tang Feng Ge Sheng, listen to Yingjing." She closed her eyes lightly and said to her.

"Okay... I'll sing it to you."

Her voice was like mountains and waters, like jade and rings, fluttering and miaomiao, lingling like jade. When we saw each other for the last time, she listened to her words, followed her willfulness, and sang a poem of mourning for her.

Then if I want to meet again, the only way is on the Naihe Bridge.

At that time, will you still wait for me?

"The corner pillow is bright, and the brocade quilt is rotten.

Yumei dies here, who will be with her?Dudan!

Summer day, winter night.

After a hundred years, return to its home...

Winter night, summer day.

After a hundred years, return to his room..."

...

Tangtang watched the woman standing on the porch hide her smile, and her expression was neither sad nor happy. She wanted to comfort her, but she knew that it was useless to say anything at this time.

She spent more than 1000 days and nights immersed in a lie for her, and anyone who saw her would say enough.

The Sri Lankan has passed away, and the life of the living will continue.

Murong Xun once said that her last wish was to let Yan Wuwei no longer get stuck in the mud. Before, Tangtang didn't understand, but after she came to Jiangbei Suiyuan, she watched Yan Wuwei's depression day by day, and she finally Understood.

This feeling is that Murong Yan failed Yan Wuwei.

But the latter refused to believe the fact that she had left.

...

"I know that we will meet again in life, but how can we look back at Baiyun low..." She said this, and finally raised her eyelids, and shed the tear that was three years late.

Murong Yan, in this life you betrayed me, in the next life you will definitely pay me back.

Thinking of this, she looked out of the courtyard, and a person approached vaguely from a distance on the winding path. She was wearing a black royal robe and a jade crown, with a smile on her face. The oil-paper umbrella strolled towards her.

He raised his eyes and looked at her, just like when he first met her.

The spring, summer, autumn and winter in her eyes are all the shadows of her loneliness in the past. When she approached, she stood in front of her, raised her head and smiled and said to her, "Long time no see."

She also smiled lightly and said, "It's good when you come."

Shanshui always has a day to meet again, no matter how long it takes, they will always see each other again.Everything in the world of mortals is but a drop in the ocean, and they have been together for more than [-] years, and their hearts will not melt, and they will finally live up to the deep love of the past.

Afterwards, this Jiangbei will be the permanent home of the two of them.

I will be with you till the end of my life.

(End of text)

The author has something to say: finally finished writing, groaning, this ending is indeed the best for them, so many foreshadowings in front finally contributed to the last chapter.

From the end of 2016 to the middle of 2019, this book should be the longest one I have written. It has been so procrastinating, and it has been interrupted for more than half a year in the middle. I am sorry to keep you waiting.

Hope I didn't disappoint you in the end.

The main text is over, but the story of Mu Congcong has just begun. There should have been a second part, but unfortunately I can’t get popular and get attention (of course, it may be because of my poor writing), so I want to That's all for now, let's stop making cold rice.

From the first book in 2012 to 2019, I wrote articles for 7 years, and I have seen too many readers come and go in my life, stop and go.I am still me, and my original intention has not changed. There should be a few extra chapters in this book. I have said so much, but I still want to thank you for your support for me in the past three years.

If there is a destiny in the future, let's meet again in the future.

Thank you.

Chapter 115 Extra Story: Rascal

When I marry Sister Min, I will be 16 years old. The red windows and candles, the silver hairpins and gold tinsel are the best years for me.

Sister Min said that I met her a long time ago, but I have no impression at all. I have always been honest, and when I talked about this topic, I honestly asked her how long ago?She pinched my round face and said to me: "When you were very young, you were still crying."

I was so embarrassed to hear that, there is no girl who does not want to maintain a perfect image in front of her sweetheart forever, and I am no exception.For this image, I just passed the age of 14, and when the baby fat on my face has not disappeared, I clamored to lose weight. After hearing this, my mother was so angry that she twisted my ears and made me punish in the kitchen stand.

"Do you think you are worthy of Uncle Li who cooks for you every day?" A Niang taught me.

I feel that I am wronged. My colleagues in the embroidery class are thinner than the other, and they are about to fall when the breeze blows. Why am I so fat?

I don't understand, I am wronged.

Maybe it was my grievance that moved God, God took pity on me as a pitiful little cutie, so after I was 15 years old, I had a tummy tuck, and I grew into the appearance that Sister Min likes.

Most of the classmates in the embroidery class got married when they were 14 or 14 years old, and they were going to get married after [-] years old. Only I didn’t. I grew up to [-] years old, and my father still didn’t mention it when I was [-] years old. About my marriage, my classmates laughed at me as an unnecessary ugly girl, I went home aggrieved and ate two catties of sauced pig's trotters...