The princess is reborn

The background is the if line where Xiaoqiu is not resurrected:

Xie Yan spent his 30th birthday on a rainy and snowy winter night. There was an endless stream of officials coming and going to congratulate and toast him. Fengxue returned to the main hall.

There is no one in the hall, only a luxurious and bright octagonal lamp above the head exudes a soft halo. All the doors and windows around are closed, but the sound of ice and snow hitting the tile eaves can still be heard clearly, and the cold wind outside the house is blowing. Blowing like a night wolf howling in a low voice.

Sitting on the dragon chair, Xie Yan put down the last stroke of the imperial edict, and then quietly turned his eyes to the skeleton held tightly in his arms. The fresh, white and greasy flesh has gradually faded away with the years, as if scratching Unstoppable quicksand.

He suddenly felt tired. This kind of tiredness was not physical tiredness, but a sense of heaviness and powerlessness from the bottom of his heart. He was only 30 years old, just in his thirties, but his mentality was as old as an old man. All with a decadent withered blood.

"Xiaoqiu, it's been a long time."

The touch of his hands is always slightly cool, he has long been used to it.

He was used to separation from a very early age.

When he was young, on the day his concubine died, he did not shed a single tear, he was as cold-blooded as a monster, but when he suddenly saw the sapling she planted with her hands sprouting green shoots a few months later, he burst into tears Crossflow.

His mother died, the puppy died, and the old woman who accompanied him every day was very old, but she had to eat leftovers with him, and her legs and feet were shaking with cold in winter nights.

No one came to help him, save him.

In the end, he finally gave up the unnecessary expectations and vowed to live out his own personality.He wants to be rich and prosperous, he wants to be thousands of miles away, and he wants to be under one person and over ten thousand people, so that he will never go hungry or cold again.

He was close to doing it, but then he met someone who taught him love and companionship, restraint and preference, and he changed his desires to narrow and shallow ones.

Just let me grow old with this person.

This person bravely expressed his love for him, and then asked him sadly with tears in his eyes, "Isn't superficial liking counted as liking?"

He took a deep look at that person and remembered the rest of his life.

"Xiaoqiu, I'm so tired."

"Come and pick me up."

In the dark night, a strong wind suddenly blows open the closed palace door, and a person walks out in the hazy halo, with a peach face, petal lips, and a pair of smiling eyes full of mist, dressed in elegant spruce, The fragrant wisteria is as rich and colorful as before, but now I am too old.

Xie Yan coughed, and the dirty and thick blood fell to the ground.

His brows and eyes were crooked suddenly with a smile, and brilliant life bloomed in his withered eyes. On this silent and sad winter night, Xie Yan quietly closed his eyes in the deserted hall, ending his short and desolate life. life.

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