[Rebirth] Chronicle of the Two Capitals

The room smells of medicine.

The inexhaustible bitterness of the spring breeze lingered for a long time, and the air was stuffy, making this spacious palace cramped.

Liandong and Xu Jiujiu led the people in the palace to retreat silently, the gate of the palace opened and closed, and finally there was only silence.

The Empress Dowager closed her eyes and closed her pillow. Even though she was completely out of the nightmare, the images in the dream seemed to be imprinted in her mind, real, profound and shocking.Stretching out her hands to explore, the quilt beside her was still warm, and even a little wet with tears. The anxiety and anxiety she had been trapped in the dream finally settled.

It is not the first time that he fainted after taking medicine.But it has never been as dangerous and powerful as this time.

Pale and slender hands touched the wetness under the fingertips, the queen mother couldn't help laughing, thinking, she must have frightened Xiao Qi.The faded lips fluttered slightly, and with a soft sigh, she closed her eyes, adapting to the boundless darkness. Recently, her eye disease has become more serious. After dusk and sunset, she can no longer see clearly, almost blind.

Therefore, this darkness is no stranger to her.

It's just that it should be daytime now.Listen intently, the pine and bamboo waves outside the window, the warblers singing, it is not the state of being deserted and quiet at night.In the future, I am afraid I will be really blind.

Thinking about it, a smile curled up on her lips, not bitter, not lost, not negative, but relieved.If I had known this day would come, I could not say that I had made enough preparations, but I just waited calmly and calmly. At this time, after savoring it carefully, I really have no complaints in my heart, no matter whether I am against Yan Xun or the first emperor.

But people are not gods, and there are always shortcomings.

Thin fan-like eyelashes fluttered slightly, and scenes of last night's nightmare emerged in the darkness before her eyes.

I don't know how many years ago the Weiyang Palace was. At that time, the first emperor was still alive, but it is hard to tell how many years it was Zaiyou.It is clear that there is heavy snow falling, and the crabapple flowers in the garden are blooming in the cold, red flowers and white snow, only these two colors are left in the vast world, and they are beautiful in the world.

There is a stone table and stone bench under the crabapple tree, and there is a soup bowl on it. The soup has been drunk, and some black liquid remains at the bottom of the bowl.Snowflakes came, fell into the bowl, melted into the liquid and turned into a dazzling and strange scarlet.In the dream, I stood upright, staring at the soup bowl, unable to recover. Back then, the two heirs were killed by poison, and they used this style of soup bowl.

Last night, Yan Yi struggled hard, she was drowsy, knowing that the late Emperor had long ruled Bintian, and now it was not Zaiyou's time, but she was trapped in a dream, driven by the nightmare, trying to find who drank it A bowl of soup, if you get a timely diagnosis and treatment, you will not lose your life.

After walking a few steps, all the surrounding scenery disappeared.

The snow is still falling, and the snow is buried to the ankles. The sky and the earth are still red and white, but the red is not from the crabapple, but from the dark red blood pool not far away.

Yan Yi's heart tightened, and he stepped forward to check, every step he took, the snow under his feet became deeper and deeper, making it more difficult to move forward.Gradually, she slowed down and stayed here again.She has not yet arrived, but she has already seen the face of the person in the pool of blood.She opened her lips but didn't say a word, a tear fell from the corner of her eye against the wind, Yan Yi didn't take a step forward, she stood there for a long time, let the wind and snow fall, buried her in the bone-chilling eucalyptus qiongzhi.

The thin layer of white air from her lips became the last ray of life around her.

Then, he woke up from the dream.

Dreams cannot be real, but as the saying goes, thinking day by day and dreaming at night, it is not nonsense.

Why did she have such a dream?

Live differently with Qing, but die with Qing?

Yan Yi thought to no avail, his brows were furrowed tightly, the stagnation in his chest was still lingering, and he was agitated by the sudden thought of the words "to die with Qing", he couldn't even cover his lips, leaning against the bed rail and coughing fiercely.

The emperor and the imperial physician were still talking for a long time outside the hall under the verandah, and they couldn't hear anything in the hall.Liandong waited outside the hall, never leaving the hall, heard the sound of coughing, hurriedly opened the door and entered.

Yan Yi coughed badly, his pale cheeks gradually turned red, a few fragile veins appeared on his slender neck, and his voice became hoarse and weak.Someone entered the hall and caressed her back carefully, but she didn't hear the ringing of foot bells. She guessed it was Lonicera, and when she recovered, she whispered to her, "Bring a jar of wine."

Liandong froze for a moment, then asked in surprise, "Your Highness?"

Yan Yi continued on his own: "With a wine beard, I'll go get it."

With such an illness, Liandong would not dare to let her drink, but seeing that she looked thin and haggard, she couldn't bear to do what she wanted, and she was persistent, knowing that she couldn't persuade her, so she had no choice but to say yes and leave.

There was silence in the palace.

The teacup served by Lonicera just now was placed by the bed, Yan Yi pressed her hand against the bed, and groped it inch by inch, and when she touched the bottom of the teacup, she tried to pick it up, took a sip, and the warm orchid Snow tea flows down the hoarse and stinging throat, nourishing the heart and lungs that have been dry for a long time.

The taste of Lanxue tea as clear as a mountain spring lingers on the tip of the tongue, and a sentence suddenly rings in the ear——

Enduring anxiety and displeasure, she pretended to be meaningless but said in a trembling voice: "Do you like him?"

At that time, Song Ji offered Lanxue tea, because he knew a little about the art of distorting yellow, and saw that he was suffering from an eye disease, so he recommended himself to diagnose her pulse, so he stayed in Weiyang Palace for a while.It was only for a short while that Xiaoqi asked this question with gusto, and not long after, Song Ji was moved away from Yanjing.

Naturally, this thought cannot be hidden from Yan Yi.

But she asked herself, the first suspicion was not this time.

Where did it start?

Yan Yi recalled that the past flowed slowly through her mind like flowing water.The little baby, with a soft body, stumbled towards her, with a pair of dark eyes that were as clear as black pearls in a clear spring, filled with innocence.This is her fifth child in name, and it is the best weapon she can use to stop a greedy killing that affects innocent people.

Whether public or private, Yan Yi will never allow her to have the slightest mistake.

From winter to spring, enlighten the child to read and write, care about her daily life, guide her to be upright, and protect her safe and sound in this treacherous and changeable palace.

The crabapple flowers in Weiyang Palace bloomed and fell, and they went back and forth for more than ten years. Seeing Tang Yu grow up from a toddler to a king sitting on the world, Yu Yanyi said that she was just a mother who should What you do, being gentle and careful, strict and lenient, pampering her but not pampering her, have all these become the reasons for her daughter's admiration for her?

At first, it should be that night in the Xuanshi Palace that I accidentally read Tang Yu's copybook.

A whole page is full of my own name.Children should avoid the taboo of their parents' names when writing. How could Yan Yi have never taught her, but the entire page of "Yan Yi" has no strokes added or subtracted.The handwriting is sometimes scrawled and messy, and sometimes neat and beautiful, revealing the chaotic and complicated state of mind of the writer.

At that time, Yan Yi had doubts in his heart, but he never thought about it.After all, it was too appalling.

later……

Yan Yi couldn't help but curled his lips and smiled lightly, getting along day and night, and after all he was a young child, how could he hide his emotions well when facing the person he couldn't ask for?

Once the seeds of doubt are planted, the restraint and forbearance that is often revealed is the wind, and the frequent eating and possessiveness is the rain. When the wind comes and the rain falls, the seeds germinate and grow black grass.Pull it apart, and the secret is hidden inside.

There was a heavy snowfall in the winter of the previous year, and she and she squatted condescendingly under the eaves buried in thick snow, feeding stray birds.Tang Yu suddenly asked her with a ghost in his heart, if she made a mistake, would she forgive her.

Yan Yi said, yes.

Of course Yan Yi will forgive her, no mother is willing to let her daughter suffer from the censure of conscience.Besides, no matter how big the mistake is, isn't it caused by oneself?The only person Yan Yi can't forgive is himself.

In her hands, four lives have been lost.Now, she is raising someone else's daughter. Although her life is still alive, she can't lead her to the right path that a woman should walk.

If Tang Xi had been raised by her biological mother since she was a child, such a thing would not have happened.

Countless times, Yan Yi would think like this in his heart.

After gaining insight into Tang Yu's thoughts, Yan Yi once thought that Tang Yu had not yet been in power, and her foundation was not stable. Instead of letting her make mistakes again and again and end up in trouble, and bear the eternal infamy, it is better to drag her from the throne Come down, drive her out of Beijing, and return to Gusu. She has her real blood parents to love and protect her.

In this way, the connection between her and her was completely severed, and the delusions in her heart were eliminated.

At that time, Yan Yi was still following the late emperor's edict as the empress dowager, and she had the Yan family behind her. It would not be easy for her to support the new emperor, but it would not be difficult in the end.

She has thought clearly and thoughtfully, which shows that she is a ruthless person, otherwise, how could she have left behind the mother-daughter relationship between the two for more than ten years, and she would not have counted her own life when she was mediating with Yan Xun Inside, only the eyes are involved now.

But in the end, Yan Yi gave in.

Just because she witnessed Tang Yu's mental decline, malaise, and disfigurement, Yan Yi often thought that she was not her own daughter, but why would she feel distressed and soft-hearted like a flesh and blood falling from her body? , making her reluctant.

No matter who he supports to ascend the throne, even if he tells the officials to persuade him, even if Xiao Qi is already a commoner, who is half a threat to the throne, the new king will definitely not be able to stay.

Yan Yi will not put her in danger, absolutely not.

But how this heartache, this soft heart, this reluctance gradually mixed with other emotions, Yan Yi didn't know.

Time and time again, she involuntarily indulged Tang Yu's approach, intimacy, and transgression.She even liked Tang Yu's eyes full of herself, her cautious look when she carefully tested herself, and her attachment-filled voice when she called A Niang since she was a child.

Perhaps, the dream last night was the most vivid reflection of my state of mind?Yan Yi thinks so, if Xiao Qi dies, she will go with her without any hesitation, and even thinks that it is a good decision to die together instead of being bound by the world?

That being the case, even if there is an abyss beyond redemption, why not join hands and jump into it.I will always protect her, all kinds of censures ahead, the world's incomprehension, I have to bear it myself.

How difficult is it to ignore the retort?

The author has something to say: the author, who is addicted to the game, came to update after being deeply condemned by his conscience.Please read this chapter together with chapters 69, 70, eating sugar and bait.

I don't care about the retort, the retort has been broken on the ground, so don't look at it anymore.Metaphor fait accompli, no regrets.