The villain of Quick Transmigration was washed white by accident

Chapter 243 Extra Story - The Old Man Resigns After Dusk

Su Huang sighed and said, "How could that be?"

She was smiling but not smiling, crying but not crying, but she was a lot cuter.

Su Huang said: "Okay, sit down."

she sits down.

Su Huang said again: "You are different from her, you don't need to learn from her, you are already very good."

Having said that, she knew that since Concubine Chen left, it had become a wound that he could no longer bring up.

Now it is also because of her and her likeness that there are two points of intimacy and tolerance.

She tentatively said: "Your Majesty, can you tell me about her?"

He frowned and replied: "There is nothing to talk about. She has been gone for many years and there is no way to mention it."

really.

She understood, she didn't ask any more.

She said love words that she didn't even believe: "The concubine thought about it, if Sister Chenfei can stay in His Majesty's heart, she must have something special. I have no choice but to accompany His Majesty year after year, and at that time, His Majesty will keep me in his heart."

"Good boy." He looked at her with a smile.

She lowered her head and smiled, but her heart was cold.

In that year, Chang'an was full of flowers, but the border rebelled again. It seemed that when the flowers fell, one could faintly smell the rust, and the sound of war could still wake people up thousands of miles away. The cries of the displaced people added to the bleakness.

She couldn't sleep well, her father, who was also the prime minister, how could he go so far, and swallowed the words several times.

She sighed, it's really hard to be a well-behaved and sensible woman, she really wanted to lose her temper at Su Huang, but she couldn't.

She is a concubine and he is an emperor.

She is a concubine and he is a husband.

She can't be willful.

She looked at the time, it was a bit late, the Su Huang probably wouldn't come, she went to bed and rested, but couldn't fall asleep because of tossing and turning, so she had to take a nap, and then heard someone coming in with a scent, it was the Su Huang.

Su Huang stood beside her for a long time, stroking her eyebrows, and said for a long time: "It's not her."

Her heart was cold and cold, and she felt that she was extremely wronged.

Suhuang went out, it was really cold at night, the people who accompanied him had already left twice, the people around him were not easy to use, but they were also worry-free.

The eunuch said: "Your Majesty is going back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation?"

"Let's go back."

He was so depressed that he lost his interest, and his eyes were full of flowers. She was gone, and it was the same wherever he went. It was better to go back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, as she was there.

In the dream she looked like she was wearing a wedding dress, but in fact she had never worn a wedding dress, everything was just in his imagination, and he couldn't help but fantasize about it even though he knew it.

When he saw her, she came out of the rain of flowers, and she said, "Your Majesty, my concubine is leaving."

"Where are you going."

"In the next life, there may be no His Majesty in the next life."

"You are willing."

She said angrily: "Your Majesty, what you said is becoming more and more frivolous."

As gorgeous as peaches and plums, the beauty of swaggering banners.

She smiled lightly and replied, "I am willing to die with you."

He couldn't ask why he gave up so easily, probably because he remembered how easily he gave up on her back then, and that was a wound he could never let go of in his life.

He watched her leave step by step, and finally disappeared, as if there was something missing in his heart, as if the person he had been waiting for could not come back at last.

The war is over, Concubine Xian is pregnant.

These two things are good things, so the so-called double happiness, naturally they have been well managed.

After the banquet, Concubine Xian looked at him obediently, and said warmly: "That's great, Your Majesty, folks often say that when a woman is pregnant, a husband uses nine red threads to stir them together, and then puts on a longevity lock, which will bring Lin'er a lifetime of happiness." Good luck, the relationship between husband and wife will last forever."

For a long time, how long it may be, no one knows.

He couldn't bear to disturb her interest, he said: "I am honored as the Son of Heaven, so naturally it will last forever."

She just lowered her eyebrows and smiled pleasingly, looking uncontrollably happy.

After a while, he handed the sandalwood box to her with his own hands, and inside the box were copper coins strung with red threads. He really had a heart.

The heart that had been hardened a little bit softened again, this person, this person knew what she was thinking and doing, he remembered everything she said, and was willing to make seemingly stupid wishes, so she didn't care.

She returned him a plain note, which was what she thought, if he was willing to give it to her, then she would put on a shy face, pretend that she was the one he loved, and give him a detailed love story.

She's too stupid to learn how to control her heart. God knows how she fell in love with him, but now she can't forget it.

On the note is a poem left from ancient times, called "Shangxie".

The evil! I want to know each other, and I will live forever. There is no mountain in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, winter thunder and earthquake, summer rain and snow, and heaven and earth are together, but they dare to be king!

Su Huang froze in place, but what he was thinking about was that dream. His Jie'er said: "I am willing to part with you."

"What's the matter, Your Majesty."

He said flatly: "It's nothing, I just thought of someone suddenly."

She was smart enough not to ask further, there are always things you can't ask for in the world, being obsessed with obsession is itself a mistake, and she doesn't allow herself to add to her mistakes.

She persuaded: "Your Majesty, rest."

"it is good."

Same bed but different dreams.

She, no matter how good she is, even if she can capture the peerless beauty, but she can't win back his heart, who told him to lose it.

My mother's words were still in my ears.

It takes a lot of effort to lie to someone, and if you don't care about her, how can you be willing to lie to her, so if someone tries to deceive you in the future, don't expose him.

So she was very obedient and didn't expose him.

As for him, he only now understands that the imperial power and territory he fought for in the first half of his life is nothing more than that. After thousands of years, it will at most become a stroke in the history books, and no one will remember it.

Perhaps, it is not a kind of happiness to live an ordinary life.

It was too late for him to understand that the person he had been waiting for would not come back.

She said that when the flowers came back, he saw that the flowers had fallen into mud, and the ancient road to the end of the world was empty and empty.

It was he who was obsessed with obsession, but now he is obsessed with no regrets.

Ask what love is in the world, and directly teach life and death.

What is love?

Love is hate but can't go on, the pain is complete and I still have to give myself a small hope, from the beginning to the end I can't let it go, I gnash my teeth with hatred, I blame that person, but I never leave, no complaints or regrets.

In the end it was just helpless.

The beautiful night, the helpless day.

Later, it was impossible to be emotional with others, that person had already occupied all my thoughts.

It turns out that loving someone depends on the person, the sky, and the fate, but you can't help yourself.

In the middle of the night, it rained heavily.

After the rain, the crabapple withers.

Su Huang sighed: "After all, it is a flower."

"The color of the begonias is not very good. People in the palace often say that the reason why the begonias bloomed brightly in Ziwei Palace back then was because they were nourished by blood."

"absurd."

He walked away.

Not long after, the queen died of illness, but the people in the palace were puzzled, the queen was in good health, and she would be fine if she lived for a few more years, how could she die of illness suddenly, but no one dared to say whether it was the order of the old emperor.

She just folded the branch of the crabapple flower and smiled slightly. The emperor was really cruel. His wife died as soon as she said it had been for many years.

She heard that Su Huang once said that Concubine Chen was her interpretation flower.

Begonia must be blood-stained to be truly coquettish.

And how can Xieyuhua understand the world's languages ​​if she has not experienced the vicissitudes of the world.

She smiled.

Soon, Lin'er was born.

Su Huang had fewer concubines, and even fewer heirs, but more princesses. There were only a few princes, sick and dead, and those who were useless had already been exiled.

After all, this child became the only one who could inherit the throne.

A few years later, Su Huang couldn't hold on anymore.

In the middle of the night, concubine Xian waited on her. She was no longer young, but what she added was her style.

"Did you ever have my place in your heart all these years?"

"some."

Not only did she wishful thinking: "Then who is it that you love?"

Su Huang didn't answer.

She said with sarcasm: "You don't love me, I hate you, I hate why you treat me so well, give me hope."

He just touched her head and said, "Sorry."

What's the use of the apology that Nine Five Supreme himself said, she was extremely disappointed, how should she fight with the dead, she couldn't fight, she had never fought in her whole life.

Two dead people, ah, left her alone in the world.

It was winter, the emperor died, and the son born to him and the concubine Xian was the new emperor, and the concubine Xian was the Empress Dowager Jing'an. Because the new emperor was young, he controlled the court, assisted in political affairs, and the prime minister ascended to heaven.

After the old man resigned at dusk, his face was covered with ice and frost.

The brocade quilt is so thin that I feel cold, and the tears beside my pillow make me feel melancholy.

(End of this chapter)