Picturesque smoke

If it is said that ten years is just a blink of an eye, then ten days is much shorter than a blink of a finger.Ten days later, before the King of South China could break through the city, I ordered the gates to be opened.Although Zhou Xun and Liu Tao were puzzled, they followed my advice.And before the South China Army broke into the palace, I dismissed all the Frontier South Army.Most people think I'm just seeing the end of the world, but some people get it.Understand that I seem to have no intention of seeking to usurp the throne from the very beginning.Like Liu Tao, like Zhou Xun.Before they left, they asked: "Since the general is not planning to rebel, what is he doing?" I avoided answering and just thanked them.Thank them for their life-and-death help regardless of the cause.

The Jingyang Palace is still prosperous, as it was more than 500 years ago, and it is as old as when I took the palace examination 15 years ago.Suddenly thinking back, there was more or less sweetness between me and Minghua at that time.

On the high steps, there is the dragon chair that I never really took a single bit of it from the beginning to the end.I want to say that in the whole world, only Minghua, my Minghua, deserves to be there.Looking at the dragon chair, I asked Xiaohuan to bring a chair and put it next to it.Then I fell out of the wheelchair by myself, without help or assistance.Just struggling alone, little by little, one step at a time, climbed to the chair, and climbed up to sit dignifiedly.Looking at the empty dragon chair beside me, I seemed to see the 15-year-old Minghua and the ten-year-old me. I also seemed to see us sitting together and watching the world hand in hand, and sighed in the picturesque scenery while talking and laughing.

A cold light awakened me who was drowning in Ruosi.I grabbed the blade of the sword with my bare hands and said coldly: "If you want to kill me, I'm afraid the prince is not worthy!" Then I broke his sword regardless of the blood flow, and knocked him back with a palm. "Thieves who steal the country, everyone can kill them. Even a beggar, as long as he is patriotic, he is qualified to kill you!" After finishing speaking, Mingxuan wanted to raise his sword again.But he saw a touch of black blue flash behind him, and grabbed his sword.It also carries the aura I am familiar with, and also carries the killing intent of extreme hatred.

I didn't dodge, it wasn't too late, but I didn't intend to dodge at all, so I just stabbed my chest with the Broken Sword.When the bright red blood gushes out from the chest, it flows continuously.I looked at his face in a blur and said: "Minghua;#8226;;#8226;;#8226;I'm sorry;#8226;;#8226;;#8226;" I'm still sorry for my Minghua, this life is I hurt you.I'm still sorry for my Minghua, I can't accompany you to finish the journey of this life.

"Your Majesty...you're fine...that's great..." The woman who just arrived outside the Jingyang Palace held the door and sobbed. She was wearing her mother's phoenix robe.The boy who ran out from behind her burst into tears, and threw himself into Minghua's arms: "Father...I thought I would never see you again..." I wanted to be the only child of Emperor Wu in his life, but he didn't... Can inherit his tenacity and arrogance.

I want to say that the reunion of three members of Minghua's family should be very happy.But I couldn't hear Minghua's happy voice, but in my fading consciousness I heard him roaring sadly and angrily: "Du Hongyuan, you bastard!" I knew, he already understood.I didn't rape, I didn't destroy his country, and I didn't kill Queen Yaning and Prince Yushun.What I have is to cut off the strange poison of conjugation between us.

The so-called conjugation is the life and death of two people who love each other and support each other.On the contrary, if two people hate each other, or one of them hates the other, will there be a rift between life and death?Now that there is a rift, can the fate of conjugation be cut off?When I took the conjugate, although I hated Minghua, I hated it because of love.And Minghua loves me from the beginning to the end, so our conjugation is easy and natural.But now, I still love Minghua, but Minghua is afraid of me, and hates me even in fear.So I would say that perhaps our conjugation can be severed.So in a sense, Jing'er can be regarded as helping me.Help me, let Minghua hate me.

But the way to untangle the conjugation, I just heard.In thousands of reincarnations, I have never seen any pair of conjugations wanting or successfully cutting off the conjugation luck.So I'm not sure, but I can't help but give it a go.Because I don't want him to die.

Because I don't want Ming Hua to die, so I offer three bowls of blood to him every day for a hundred days, even if he runs out of energy, it doesn't matter.Because I didn't want Minghua to die, I tried every means to make him hate me, the deeper the hatred, the better.

A burst of noisy footsteps, I woke up in a coma.I know I haven't been reincarnated yet, I haven't died yet.I heard Minghua scolding.It was the same as when I was dying in Biannan ten years ago, disregarding the majesty of the king, and yelling at the group of gray-haired old doctors who are useless.But even so, no one would say that I can live and live well.Finally, the last imperial physician boldly said: "Your Majesty, Mr. Du is dying, and time is short, please forgive me;#8226;;#8226;;#8226;" When the words fell, Minghua made a sword Fly out, to end the old man here.

When I woke up, I said: "Enough... Ming Hua... enough..." I spoke weakly, but stopped Ming Hua.He dropped his sword and squatted on the edge of the bed, bewildered like a child: "It will be fine... Hong Yuan... you will live well..." Seeing tears streaming down his cheeks, I felt I didn't even have the strength to wipe it off for him.He could only rely on his weak breath, and said hoarsely: "Enough... really enough..." I don't need Minghua to do anything for me anymore, so enough, enough!

But Minghua didn't listen, he raised his sword and cut a hole in his palm, and wanted to drink the blood for me.I smiled wryly and said: "Fool..." We all know that even if I drink up his blood, it won't help.But Minghua still begged me to drink it, with struggles in the begging.Finally, I couldn't stop crying.Then I watched Minghua smash the blood bowl in silence, and also smashed all the broken things in the house.His voice ranged from a frenzied and helpless roar to a helpless hiss, to hugging me and crying silently.Finally, he quietly held me in his arms.The tenderness of that embrace, I am familiar with and miss.

"Hong Yuan?" Minghua called softly in the dead of night.

"Huh?" I in his arms responded weakly.

Minghua said: "Let's get married..."

I didn't hesitate: "En!"

So, Minghua carried me and rode out of the palace to a deep and secluded forest.I am familiar with the scenery of this mountain forest.Looking down from the mountainside, one could just see a quiet courtyard in the palace.That's my little yard.

When Minghua's horseshoe stopped, I opened my eyes, and a peach blossom forest came into view.Minghua said that since he was 15 years old and I was ten years old, he came back from Yingcheng.Ten peach trees are planted here every year.He personally planted each plant, pruned and cut the leaves.Now 20 years have passed, and the place has changed from the barrenness at the beginning to a peach forest.

I finally understand why I can always smell the fragrance of peach blossoms in the small courtyard.I also understood why Minghua would look at the mountain and say that he had been waiting for 20 years.

惊讶中的我，带着感动的嗟叹：“若是明早枝头上的花骨朵全都开了，该多好啊;#8226;;#8226;;#8226;”冥华说的惆然痴傻：“会的，会开的;#8226;;#8226;;#8226;”我同痴同傻：“恩，会的;#8226;;#8226;;#8226;”

Before dawn, we prayed.But there is no wedding dress and no red candles.It's just the two of us, wearing the outfits we wore when we first met when I was ten years old and Minghua was 15 years old.I was dressed in peach pink, and he was dressed in dark blue, kneeling down and praying to the sky.Then sit under the peach tree and wait for the peach blossoms to bloom.

Maybe it's good luck, or maybe it's Taozhi's compassion for us.Before I closed my eyes and passed away, the peach blossoms in the garden bloomed in an instant.The peach fragrance is overflowing, and the petals are falling with the wind.I finally closed my eyes and said: "Promise me;#8226;;#8226;;#8226;alive;#8226;;#8226;;#8226;" But before I heard Minghua's answer, I stepped on the Huangquan Road.I can only say to myself, farewell to my Minghua.

Floating life passed by again and again, and I set foot on the road to Huangquan again and again.Led by the ghosts, ghosts, and snake gods, I stepped into the Hall of Yama with a group of resentful ghosts and ghosts.The judge is still the same judge, he is obviously a ghost, but insists on being serious.Read it carefully according to the book of life and death.After reading the ghosts, it's finally my turn.

I thought that, like every time, he would recount all the things in my life, and then send me to Naihe Bridge to drink with Meng Po.In the end, it was just my opinion again.What he was talking about was me in the first life, Ming Hua in the first life.In my distant memories, I understand that we are bound like this.

In the first life, we met under the peach blossom.I am ten years old and he is 15 years old.I am peach pink, he is dark blue.I am the current crown prince, and he is the son of a general.From the moment we first met, he loved me like a storm or a wave.I had no intention of being interested in him, but he couldn't help but chase after him fiercely, and finally agreed to join hands many years later.However, the broken sleeves caused controversy, parents objected, and people all over the world ridiculed.Under such obstacles, we parted and reunited, and after reuniting and reuniting, we finally got married.But he wants to lead the army to fight.Before parting, the peach blossoms blossomed, and he promised that I would wait for him and marry me as his wife when he came back.I sent him away with tears in my eyes, waiting endlessly in solitude.Waited for a year, two years, ten years.What they waited for was the sad news that he died in battle at the border.Distraught, I abandoned the country and chose to commit suicide under the peach tree, dressed in peach pink.

When the judge finished reading, I, who had no tears at all, burst into tears.It turned out that I was dressed in peach pink in thousands of reincarnations, because I was afraid that after thousands of years, Minghua would not be able to find me...

After closing the book of life and death, the judge said: "Now that your long-cherished wish is over, when you reincarnate, you won't remember the past!" I just think it's so cruel.I have tried to forget so many reincarnations, but I have been able to remember them life after life.Now I don't want to forget, I want to remember everything between me and Minghua, but I want to forget.I want to say that other memories can be taken by others, I only need Minghua, Minghua is fine.

So, beside the Naihe Bridge, I struggled to escape, not wanting to drink Mengpo soup.But in the end it was a powerless move. The ghosts and snakes pressed me under them, forced me to drink Mengpo soup, and then threw me into the path of reincarnation.I can only watch Minghua being wiped away bit by bit in my memory.

Minghua...Minghua...Minghua is gone!

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