Millennium drunk

Su Lingyu's mind is clear, but she is just a maid, besides repeatedly entrusting Zuo Wangfeng, she has to carefully follow Su Lingyu's side to take care of her.

After another month, news came back one after another, full of bad news.Yuan Jing swung his army to attack the defense line of Langya Ridge three times. Although the northern battalion of the capital city and the stragglers temporarily summoned by various ministries repelled the invaders three times, they also suffered heavy casualties.The general of the Ziyu army in the northern border heard the news and returned to the capital, but was ambushed by Beiyan on the way, and was defeated, with more than half of the casualties.

At the same time, the Zuohuai army recruited Nantang refugees along the way and occupied the Yunze area.So far, most of Nantang's territory has been occupied, with Zuohuai in the west, Yuanjing in the south, and Beiyan in the north.

Emperor Nanzhao had no intention of going in and out of the harem long ago. From the concubines to the sweeping waiters in the harem, everyone was in panic all day long, and rumors arose everywhere.

This day Su Lingyu was sitting on the corner couch in the bedroom in a daze, with Qingxiao accompanying him, at the sound of the bead curtain, a yellow door broke into the hall without notification.Qingxiao raised his eyes and was about to reprimand him, but felt that the person looked familiar. When he looked closely, he saw that there was no Huangmen, but it was a close friend of Zuo Wangfeng who had met once before, his name was Cheng Huan.

Cheng Huan, who was dressed in the yellow gate, gestured to Su Lingyu and Qingxiao, then turned around and closed the palace gate.Seeing this situation, Qingxiao felt uneasy, and rushed to meet him and asked urgently, "What's wrong with Deputy Commander Zuo?"

Cheng Huan said in a low voice: "It's not about Wangfeng, it's your fault! Chenguan is broken, and the messenger will arrive in an hour. After Chenguan, there is no danger to defend. Wangfeng wants me to inform Ning Zhaoyi and Qing Miss Xiao, hurry up and pack a few important things, and try to sneak out of the palace before the messenger arrives. Otherwise——Ning Zhaoyi knows the temperament of His Majesty today. I'm afraid everyone will be buried with him!"

Qingxiao was still surprised: "How come your news is faster than the messenger in the army?"

Cheng Huan: "The rivers and lakes have their own way of the rivers and lakes, Miss Qingxiao, do you still doubt Wang Feng's feelings for you? Time is running out, hurry up!"

Qingxiao turned her head, before she could speak, Su Lingyu stood up and said indifferently: "Chen Guan will be broken sooner or later, it's nothing unusual. Qinghao, go and pack up two changes of clothes, bring more clothes, leave the palace immediately, leave the capital, the more The farther the better."

Qingxiao agreed, and was about to enter the inner room, Su Lingyu said again: "I only accept yours, don't worry about me."

Qingxiao Cheng Huan was shocked at the same time: "Your Majesty?"

"You are just an ordinary maid. The guards in the palace may turn a blind eye to let you out in the face of the left deputy commander, but I... the palace is restricted by the eighteenth level, and I am always by His Majesty's side. They are very familiar, if I were with you, none of them would be able to leave." Su Lingyu looked at Cheng Huan, and Cheng Huan was interested, and stepped out of the door first, and then Su Lingyu took off a silver carved bracelet from his wrist, " Qingxiao, this is a gift from Yihuang for my self-defense, and it is made by the secretary of Pingyi, Qijun. When the spring is pressed, the thin blade that blows hair and cuts hair will pop out. I don't need it anymore, you can keep it by your side."

Qingxiao's face was full of tears: "The empress will not leave, and the slaves will not leave either!"

Su Lingyu hooked her lips and smiled slightly: "Young Master Zuo is a steady person, you have entrusted me in this life. Qingxiao, you and I are called master and servant, but I regard you as my own sister, whether you are from Beiyan or Nantang. No matter the person, it doesn't matter. I've been trapped in this world all my life, and I can't do anything. If you can leave safely, can you promise me two things?"

Su Lingyu didn't wait for Qingxiao to agree, and said to herself: "One is to try my best to find the whereabouts of Yihuang's soul, but this matter is very remote... You can do your best and obey the destiny. The second is to wait for the war to calm down and go see it again That white girl, when we parted last time, she told me privately that if I couldn’t find Yihuang’s soul for a long time, I should go to her, and she would put something into the tomb to guard all the openings leading to the outside world, so as not to rob the tomb for a long time Intrude into the mausoleum. Although Daoist Fenghua has imposed restrictions, it is only effective for dead souls. If a living person enters and Yihuang initiates a killing ring, the consequences will be disastrous. Qingxiao, you know what Yihuang means to me. Don’t forget, don’t forget.”

Qingxiao choked up and said, "Your Majesty!"

"You can take whatever is in my dowry as you like, don't pick too rare ones, which are easy to attract attention, take all the money, and I'll feel more at ease if I have more money by my side."

Cheng Huan didn't hear anything outside the door for a while, so he knocked on the door twice to remind: "Miss Qingxiao!"

Su Lingyu said in a deep voice, "Hurry up!"

Su Lingyu's expression turned cold, Qingxiao didn't dare to delay any longer, since it was inconvenient to bring parcels in the palace, she had to go into the inner room to change clothes in a hurry, took some valuable jewelry and hid them in her sleeves, standing in front of the palace, but still hesitated willing to leave.

Su Lingyu pushed the person to the door, and said in a low voice, "Hurry up!"

Standing behind the door, Qingxiao still refused to give up persuading: "Your Majesty! You can go with me. You haven't tried it before, so how do you know you can't get out!"

Su Lingyu was silent for a moment, and then smiled wryly: "Silly Qingxiao, you only have one life, there is no reason to start over. Let's go, since I can't live, you will live for me. The only thing I have left to do is I entrust it to you. As for me... I have a place to go, so you don't have to worry about it."

Qingxiao: "..."

Cheng Huan was already in front of the door scratching his head and scratching his head anxiously. Seeing that most of the time had passed, he couldn't wait any longer, said to Su Lingyu to take care, and dragged Qingxiao away from the corner door quickly.

Su Lingyu leaned against the door, gazing at the gorgeous golden purple in the sky, without knowing what, a gentle smile appeared on her lips, then smoothed her clothes, and walked out of the courtyard door with her skirt in hand.

Since the news of Nantang's defeat has spread frequently, people's hearts have gradually dispersed, and the etiquette in the palace has not been as strict as before. What's more, Su Lingyu is not strict, and the maids in the palace gather together in twos and threes, wondering how to go out in the future.At this moment, Su Lingyu came out and waved her hand to signal that she didn't need to wait on her, so the maids stopped following and continued their worries.

Out of the palace gate, Su Lingyu walked slowly along the small path between the walls. The people along the way were densely packed with grass. Even the backyard of the deep palace, which had not yet been affected by the war, showed a look of desolation and decay. Red wall and green tiles.

The three characters "Yufeng Palace" inscribed by the imperial pen were still flying around on the plaque. Su Lingyu raised her head and looked at it silently for a moment, then gently pushed open the closed palace gate with bare hands.

Jun Yihuang walked away strangely, Yufeng Palace lost its owner and suffered an unknown reputation. Now only one or two people are left to look after and clean this prosperous palace, and no one cares about it anymore.Su Lingyu is afraid of seeing things and thinking about people, and she doesn't want to set foot there, now she walks around the screen wall and sees the scene in the courtyard, but the old man doesn't know where she is.

"Yihuang, here I come."

Su Lingyu wandered among the slightly tall grass, walking through the paths with ease.

There was the rustling sound of the broom touching the ground in front, Su Lingyu followed the sound, and saw Huanyue in a plain skirt sweeping the dead leaves in the courtyard alone.

Huanyue heard footsteps, looked back, was so frightened that she hurriedly put down the broom, knelt down on the ground: "Ning Zhaoyi, I don't know that Zhaoyi is here..."

"Get up, there is no Zhaoyi or not Zhaoyi now." Su Lingyu laughed and said, "Huanyue, if you can leave the palace because of something, let's go as soon as possible."

Huanyue was surprised: "Miss Zhaoyi?"

"Yufeng Palace...you cleaned up very well. I thanked Yihuang. I want to stay here by myself. You can go." Su Lingyu walked slowly past Huanyue, who was still kneeling, without looking at her again. She walked straight into the main hall where she and Jun Yihuang lived together in the past.

Huanyue misses the past, and everything in the temple is wiped spotless.Su Lingyu stroked them one by one, recalling the days spent with Jun Yihuang in the palace, there was a smile on his brows and eyes.

The books on the case were still stacked the same as the day when Jun Yihuang got sick. Su Lingyu took out one of them and opened it, and inside was a half-finished portrait, which she secretly copied while Jun Yihuang was asleep. Give it to Jun Yihuang after painting.

Just never got another chance.

The person in the painting has her phoenix eyes tightly closed, her long jet-black hair is lazily entangled between the pillows, and her usually graceful and slightly stern eyebrows appear a little softer as she sleeps.Only the outline of the face was drawn for the portrait, before the lips and neck could be drawn, the man woke up, and Su Lingyu was so frightened that he hurriedly folded the drawing and hid it between the pages of the book.

Su Lingyu caressed the paper with her fingertips, her expression fluctuating from joy to worry, a drop of water fell on the corner of Jun Yihuang's eyes on the paper, and slowly fainted, just like the tears in the painting.

"Yihuang, don't cry, I'm coming soon."

Su Lingyu picked up the torch next to the candlestick and placed it under the curtain. After the red light passed, green smoke rose.

Sparks quickly spread along the curtain, Su Lingyu took a few steps back, looked at what she had done, with a satisfied smile on her face.

Carrying the half-finished portrait, she went back to the dressing table and sat down, unaware of the rising flames behind her, unhurriedly untied her hair, took out a jade comb from the dowry, and straightened it little by little.

"Yihuang, I don't want to be buried with Emperor Nanzhao. If I burn down your Yufeng Palace, will you blame me?"

"I know you won't blame me, no matter how much I make trouble, you won't blame me..."

"Yihuang, I can't go anymore, can you wait for me?"

Su Lingyu covered her lips and coughed a few times, her cheeks turned pink due to the high heat. She looked at herself in the mirror, and gradually moved her fingers behind her ears: "Yihuang, this life is all about this, I just hope to see you in the next life."

"Yihuang, you have to wait for me."

As the wind passes by, a trace of sweet fragrance from outside the courtyard is drawn into the room.

Su Lingyu looked sideways through the black smoke, and saw that the top of the tall tree in the small courtyard of the main hall was covered with fine yellow flowers.

"Yihuang, look, the flower you planted has withered."

Lan Zui opened her eyes, the skylight shone on her face through the curtains.

Even without touching it, she knew her face was wet.

Closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths, Lan Zui turned over and sat up, dazed for a while, and walked towards the center of the room.

Lifting the floor, Lan Zui walked down the stairs step by step. Under the stairs was a room with constant temperature and humidity, and only kept one collection.

A picture.

Lan Zui stared obsessively at the painting hanging on the wall, staring at the eyebrows, nose, lips, every strand of hair, every trace of amorous feelings of the drunken woman sitting on the main seat in the painting.

Everything is reflected in her eyes and engraved in her heart.

"Yihuang, this dream came too late, but... Su Lingyu never betrayed you, never."

"And you, where are you now?"

"Yihuang, I miss you."

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This is the end of the ancient chapter, I know it's very depressing, you guys hit me, okay =_=