Wild vines【End】

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[gl Baihe] Author of "Wild Grass": Feng Luo Crow【End】

There are vines in the wild, with zero dew.There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful.

Encounter, meet my wish.There are vines in the wild, with zero dew.

There is a beautiful person, as graceful as Qingyang.Meet each other, and live together with your son.

She is like the purple iris growing in the water mist, swaying in the stagnant water with the cool water vapor.Under the bright moonlight, she was wearing a plain dress, holding an iris in her arms, standing on the bank of Qishui, smiling at me, the wind picked up her long hair and curled up the corners of her clothes, but she still She smiled quietly and called me: "Harrier." I think I will ride the wind and run to her side, and fix the messy hair around her ears.After that, no separation.

Content tags: nuè love is deep, karmic fate meets the court marquis, feeling lost

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☆、weaving sorrow

"Wild willows are softened, and smoke is woven into sorrow. Begonias have not rained, pear blossoms have snowed first, and half of the spring is gone. Now it is difficult to recall the past, and return to the Qin Tower in dreams. Lovesickness is only on the branches of cloves and the tips of cardamom." Read After finishing this poem, I saw Lan Lai resting her head lightly on the curtain, with tears still on her face, but she remained expressionless in a daze.This poem was written by Wang Yu to his beloved wife, lamenting that they look at each other but can't stay together, love each other but can't get a blind date.

I looked at Lanxie's body that was getting thinner day by day, but finally I didn't have the courage to stretch out my hand to push open the door, and turned around to tell Ayuan beside me: "Tell the servants of the Queling Palace to serve Miss Lanxie well, if there is any mistake, Let me drag them all to the Punishment Department."

Ah Yuan responded in a low voice: "No."

I sighed and turned to leave.

It's really autumn, and the sky is getting colder and colder. I quicken my pace and walk back to the imperial study.After ordering Ah Yuan to light a furnace of styrax, I rubbed my forehead and picked up the memorial to read again.I flipped through a few pages, and they were all the same, all urging me to fill up the harem. It's ridiculous. I'm a woman, and I was forced to even sit on the throne. How can I have any children.

His father was weak and sick, and the political affairs in the court fell into the hands of his elder brothers very early on. His father originally thought that he would choose a prince with both ability and political integrity from among his elder brothers, but what he never expected was that, In the last month of his serious illness, several elder brothers fought to the death for the throne, completely lost the harmony and obedience they had before, and managed to put his father under house arrest. When his father was dying, he burst into tears. Thinking of any of them If he ascended the throne as the Great Treasure, the rest of the brothers would be killed, and he couldn't help being heartbroken.At the last moment, a young eunuch who was in charge of guarding the emperor helped the emperor. He secretly took the emperor's handbook out of the palace and handed it to the powerful and loyal prime minister Wei Daren for three generations.

In addition, he also brought me a letter. When I read the letter, I was still on the snowy Yaoshan Mountain. Until now, I can still think of my mood at that time and my shaking hands all the time. I am writing this letter to you as my father is about to die, your brothers. I thought they could work together to strengthen the country of Bo, but who knows, after learning the news of my serious illness, they finally revealed themselves. Ugly face, greedy nature, not hesitating to kill each other for the throne, today the world is divided into five parts, our country is already poor and weak, if there is another battle for the succession, I am afraid that our country will fall apart, and the people will also fall apart. Becoming a slave of another country, what face do I have to see my ancestors again! What a pity! Of course, I can also use my military power to immediately choose one of them as the prince to help avoid civil strife. It's not limited to the battlefield? There are so many forces in the DPRK and China, there will inevitably be another fight. Besides, I don't want the blood of the Xiao family to be destroyed by my own family. Once I bear the bad name of killing brothers, I will be despised by the world for life, and the hearts of the people Xiang Bei, you don’t need to say more for your father, Yao’er must understand. Simply, there is you as a father. I think you just fell to the ground that day, and Ouyang Zi said that your fate is in conflict with your daughter. The sixth prince sent you out of the palace to study art with Ouyang Zi. I wanted to protect your only daughter and make you happy and worry-free in this life. Unfortunately, being a father is still selfish and I have to involve you. , ruined your peace in the second half of your life, as my father, I hope you can take on important responsibilities, use the military power left to you by my father, guard my people, protect my territory, I don't ask you to open up a peaceful and prosperous world, but I hope Don't let the mountains and rivers be broken, don't let the people mourn. Wait for your brothers' rights to fade away, and choose one of their children to inherit my family and country. Harrier, I'm sorry, these should have been done for my father, but it's a pity It's too late, the father can only entrust it to you, and the child that the father can trust now is only you. Remember to find Mr. Wei first when you come back, and he will help you. Finally, the father hopes that you will keep in mind , you brothers are shedding the same blood, don't take your brother's life."

Fortunately, even in Yaoshan, I still pretend to be a man, and my speech and behavior are the same as those of a man. I will not arouse others' suspicion. I returned to the capital immediately, and with the help of Mr. Wei, I ascended the throne with my father's handbook For the emperor.I clearly remember that when I saw my father for the last time, he was terminally ill and unable to speak, but he stared at me firmly with his eyes. There was an expression in his eyes that I still don’t understand. His eyes were wide open. For a moment, there were muddy tears streaming down slowly, I knelt by the side of the couch, gently wiped away the tears for him with my sleeves, and closed his eyes.Then whispered something to him that he would never hear: "Despite your life, you will live up to your trust."

When I first came to the throne, there was an uproar in the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty. No matter how dissatisfied they were, the strong support of several loyal and loyal ministers to the emperor was still only a matter of lip service.The resentful eyes of my brothers once made me sleepless, but I have a heavy soldier in my hand, and they dare not take risks lightly.I desperately wanted to stabilize this chaotic situation, so I was thinking hard all the time. I knew that if I relaxed a little, I would be bitten and devoured by the fierce beasts.So, with my own efforts and Master Wei's strong support, it took me seven years to grow from a young emperor who was not favored by anyone at the beginning, to the lord of the world who is now firmly seated on the throne.No one knows how I have survived these seven years. From the age of 19 to 26, the best years of a woman's youth, I have been fighting in the world of men.

Until I met Lan Xie, but unfortunately, she will never have me in her eyes.

I called Ayuan to grind the ink, and watched his slender wrist push the ink stick up and down. The scent of the pine smoke ink mixed with Su Hehuan, blending into a smell that made me feel at ease. I picked up the pen, dipped it in I wrote some ink on the Ming Huang's memorial: "The capital of the emperor is rich in treasures and treasures. I would like to invite my son to stay here for a while. When the flowers bloom in spring next year, I will send someone back." After finishing writing , I frowned and glanced again, tore the memorial into several pieces, and threw it aside.If I write this way, my elder brothers will definitely think that I am going to bring the little princes as hostages, and they will be extremely angry. It was not until the fifth year of my ascension that the power in the court was roughly stabilized. I made my brothers feudal lords and sent them to the frontiers. In fact, I also used a lot of shady tricks, so that they still gnash their teeth when they mention me.After thinking about it, I took some letter paper and wrote: "Brother Wang, I am very pleased that the country is peaceful and the people are safe now. In order to respect the protection of the heaven and ancestors, I want to sacrifice with my clan relatives this year, but I know that you are busy on weekdays. I can't get away, I hope that the prince can come to Beijing instead, and by the way, let the princes come to the capital to enjoy and enhance their relationship." I prepared the remaining four according to the law, and got up satisfied.

A Yuan asked: "Where is Your Majesty staying today? The Imperial Study Room or the Xuande Hall?"

I stretched my muscles and said casually: "Come on, Yushufang, the wind is blowing hard outside, and I'm tired."

After washing, I lay on the couch, but I couldn't sleep anyway. The shadow of Lanxi flashed in my mind over and over again. I knew that the Que Ling Palace was far away, but I could still hear her sobbing and sighing. After all, I was the one who forced her back to the palace, but no matter what I did, I couldn't heal her pain.During the three months since she came to the palace, she was immersed in her own grief and let me comfort her in every possible way, but she was still as cold as ice. One day, I personally cooked and made a bowl of her favorite sweet-scented osmanthus wine. She knocked her sleeves to the ground, and I clearly read the word 'hate' in her eyes.It was at that moment that I realized that she had always thought that Qingrou was killed by me.But I couldn't explain it clearly, her hatred made my heart ache, and every time I came into contact with her, I became more and more disheartened. I'm no longer alone and cold, but it's not, and we're all in a tough place.