winter festival

With nothing to do that day, Camus walked into the bedroom where Concubine Zhuang used to live. The display inside was the same as before. At first glance, there was no luxurious layout.

She was a little distracted for a while, and it was the same with her in the days in the Black Forest, and they lived comfortably.

An old palace lady came in and smiled at her gently, "Your maidservant sees the Queen Mother"

"You don't need to be too polite, I'm just a grassroots person, why don't you let me down?"

"The story of you and the emperor Nangong Chi has been spread all over the streets and alleys. It is God who failed you as a lover. Just like my young lady and the first emperor."

"Are you jealous of your beloved?" Camus smiled unexpectedly, a shallow sentence full of helplessness.

"However, whether she is present or not, she belongs to me. Heaven and man are separated, so what can I do?"

"The girl is so affectionate, I am afraid that I will never be able to understand it in my life." Lao Mo took Camus' hand, and the two sat at the long table in the center of the hall. The old woman brought a pot of hot tea and served it to Camus.

"The former emperor asked the old man to guard this huge palace. Although they no longer see each other, their hearts are still nestled here. Every bit of the past has been lost in the years, and it cannot be taken away or erased."

"It makes sense." The two sat and chatted until dusk, before they dispersed.

She came out of Concubine Zhuang's bedroom, and the breeze outside the door lifted her hair. The peonies in front of the door were in full bloom, but unfortunately, she was not in the mood to appreciate the flowers now, leaving the prosperity behind her, the white silk The skirt caused the petals to be entangled, and finally fell into the red dust beyond redemption.

Lin Wei led a group of palace people here, "I have seen the Queen Mother"

"Get up"

"This is the long endowment and relic left by the emperor, let this old slave dedicate it to you with his own hands"

Camus reached out and brushed the white mottled robe, which he embroidered for her himself, and the brocade handkerchief enshrined in affection, which she always carried with her.She touched it repeatedly, and tears fell on the robe, blending with the mottled patch.

Slowly pulling down the golden thread of the long fu, a dark red color appeared in front of my eyes, and the obsessed person actually wrote a blood letter to express his deep love.

"Miaoer, I'm going on an expedition, and I'm afraid I won't be able to come back this time. You've had a good time in Xianwu Mountain. It's because I didn't protect you well, and made you suffer from the poison of love. Stay with me, and you will always be able to fight." Trapping you in danger, this is probably the guilt I can never make up for you in my life.

Those words that hurt you, those bad words that made you go, were my insincere words, but they were stabbed in your heart. If you hate me, I will be at ease.But in the upheaval of the day and night, I saw you tossing and turning on the bed, crying and struggling, my heart was about to collapse, but I couldn't do anything to resolve it for you.Miaoer, it's my fault, how can I make you forget me?

I thought that marrying a Persian princess would make you put me down.But you are still in love with me as always, I can see all your pains, it is I who have let down your youth.You don't complain or hate, why should you wait for a Shura wholeheartedly.

In the world, Ermu Camus is probably the only one worthy of my so much concern. He spent tens of millions of lives to create a peaceful and prosperous world for you mother and child.Since ancient times, the emperor's family is the most ruthless. I won the world, but I lost you.

You like the name Nangong Zhao. I thought about it for a long time before deciding on it. The sun and the moon are in the sky, shining all over the world, and it is peaceful.I believe that our children must be the proud sons of heaven.

Everlasting hatred, negative beauty.

Desolate calamity, lingering in love.

Bai Meisheng, bone soft.

Acacia Fu, Confidante.

Ping the world, the emperor's ambition.

Jinghong dance, meaningful and deep.

Agarwood Dream, Hero Tomb.

The heartbroken sound pours out tears.

The sun and the moon are empty, and the king is still there.

Miao Er, I am obsessed with my bones, why have I ever let you down, the love of the world? "

"Shao Lang, Shao Lang" she fell unconscious in deep pain.The confidante in her hand fell and spread out in the moonlight.She seemed to see that man riding a red moon in the bright moonlight, looking down at her from above, and the warmth hidden in those deep eyes made her lifelong pursuit and attachment come true.

The five guards invited Xianlao from Xianwu Mountain, and Xianlao took Camus's pulse. Then he was silent for a while, and covered the quilt.

"Xian Lao, please save the queen." They knelt on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

Elder Xian touched his gray beard, helped them up, and said to himself, "If she is allowed to live, there is probably only one way. Heart disease needs to be healed by heart medicine."

The five guards didn't understand what Xianlao said. Could it be that the queen was waiting to die?

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