The Story of Yanxi Palace: Four Seasons Changchun

Two years later.

The little prince was born with a weak body and was constantly suffering from illnesses. Even though the imperial physician took care of him, he unfortunately contracted smallpox and died.

The queen was in great grief, and in addition to being weak, the wind and cold came and went, and she did not recover for a long time.Bai Luo stood by her side all the time to prevent her from doing stupid things.But even though she is a god, she has no way to heal her heart disease, and can only watch her lose weight day by day.

Qianlong is about to go to the south of the Yangtze River, and he wants to take the queen to relax.

"Sister Bai Luo, let's go." Qing Yu tirelessly persuaded her every day.

"Yu'er, tell me, is she happy in life?" During these two years, Bai Luo accompanied the queen, watching the little prince grow up day by day.The little prince is innocent and cute. He can be called Erniang when he is only one year old. He wobbles when he walks. Dissipate with the wind.But the little prince died, and she also lost her vitality.

"No one will choose to die, right?" Qingyun said, she has been in charge of the underworld these days, and she has seen many ghosts, who came up to the Naihe Bridge and poured Mengpo soup because they were not forced by black and white impermanence.

"But maybe, death is a kind of relief for her." Bai Luo felt that he had failed very much, and making a vow of a safe life in the next life was just to let the little prince die by fate, not man-made.

"Sister Bai Luo," Qingyun doesn't know how to be sad, she is used to life and death, the life of a mortal is but a moment to her, she just wants Bai Luo to leave, and with her, "the lifespan of the book of life and death can no longer be extended Changed, Heavenly Dao will notice soon."

Bai Luo responded, she was just thinking about how to leave.

The fleet going down to the south of the Yangtze River is mighty, and wherever it goes, all the officials kneel down to greet them, shouting long live.

The queen supported the weak and sick body, and together with Qianlong, she observed the people's sentiments and went deep into the people, but what she saw was nothing more than whitewashing the peace.

There are many beauties in the south of the Yangtze River, and Qianlong has such a passionate temperament. Along the way, he was merciful everywhere, and there were countless confidante.

The queen just watched with cold eyes, no amount of anticipation had been wiped away.

On the way back to Beijing, an assassin assassinated the emperor. The emperor was surrounded by guards. When the assassin jumped over the wall in a hurry, he stabbed the sword at the unarmed queen. Bai Luo blocked it for her, but he lost a lot of blood. The imperial physician was also at a loss.

Bai Luo was very calm, maybe this was the best way for her to leave.As a god, she has been here for too long, she has many things to do, many places to go, one person, one city, and she can't think or look forward to.

She finally lay in the arms of the queen, and there was no one else beside the queen.

Bai Luo finally said what she always wanted to say, "Rongyin, I like you, but I can only like you."

The queen didn't speak, she just covered the bleeding wound with a handkerchief, trying to save the dying life.

Bai Luo smiled, and she said very lightly, "If you are tired, go and pursue your freedom."

The primordial spirit has been separated from the body, and Black and White Wuchang have been waiting for a long time. They took away the original shock of mortals, and Qingyun handed the written book of life and death to Hei Wuchang, "Thank you."

Black and White Wuchang saluted and disappeared in place.

The queen gently put down Bai Luo's body, a tear glistened at the corner of her eye, and after a long time, she whispered, "But I am the queen of the Qing Dynasty."

Bai Luo's primordial spirit squatted beside her, and finally smiled in relief, like the bright warm sun in winter.

In the 13th year of Qianlong, the queen died of illness at the age of 37.

The author has something to say: Everyone has their own mission and responsibility.

No matter how they like each other, the emperor is still Bai Luo, and Rong Yin is still the queen.

It is such a queen who is my eternal white moonlight.

With a hasty ending, I finally finished writing this fanfiction intermittently.I once thought about giving it a perfect ending, but along the way, I finally violated my original intention, maybe because of my growth in the past six months, I have thought, realized and felt.

Ending Sahua, I hope you can love what you love, do what you do, be safe and happy.