[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

How can you not hate?

He gritted his teeth with hatred, burned his body with hatred, and couldn't sleep peacefully every night with hatred.

Even so, all the resentment and hatred were still swallowed into the throat, and gradually disappeared as the shadow of death gradually grew taller.

Zhao Yan's figure under the tree is like a leaf of duckweed.

This leaf of duckweed was stranded at the foot of the snow-capped mountains on the border between the Northwest and the Central Plains.

Zhao Ming looked at his elder brother quietly, with stubborn and thoughtful eyes.

Where Zhao Yan couldn't see, he looked at his elder brother with such eyes for 20 years.

Zhao Yan's footsteps were too fast, he couldn't catch up.

When he finally caught up, he was about to lose.

Zhao Ming seemed to be soaked in a pool of deep water, his hands and feet were limp, and the panic of being submerged in the darkness poured into his mouth and nose, making his throat ooze with viscous blood, and he could only make a dry and exhausted mourning sound.

At this time, a white hand fell on his cheek and stroked gently, pinning Zhao Ming's wind-blown hair behind his ear.Zhao Ming heard his elder brother's wistful sigh, "Ah Ming is already taller than me."

The reason why people look back on the past is because there are good memories in the past.

And Zhao Ming knew that the memories he left for Zhao Yan were nothing but endless disputes and insults.Zhao Ming wished he could cut open his own flesh and blood to repent for what he had done in the past, but now his knees are numb and his hands and feet are cold.

"I have already thought of the name of the child that Lan Qing conceived back then."

It was the first time Zhao Ming heard Lan Qing's name from Zhao Yan in so many years. Zhao Ming followed Zhao Yan's words and asked, "What word did my brother choose?"

Zhao Yan replied, "Zhao."

Zhao Ming murmured.

Zhao Yan said again, "Taking the meaning of the sun and the moon shining brightly, the bright and bright gentleman. It was my elder brother who ruined the blood of the Zhao family."

Zhao Ming cried and laughed, "It's clear that I was wrong, what does it have to do with you? I shouldn't have brought Lan Qing into the Zhao family."

If he hadn't been provoked by Rong Ying by mistake, how could he have come to this point?

However, everything has a cause and effect. If Zhao Ming had never joined the army, perhaps he was just a playboy so far, and Zhao Yan really did not want to die.

Zhao Ming didn't understand why Zhao Yan was so persistent in letting him spread the word for the Zhao family until now.

The child who died in Zhao Yan's hands at the beginning has become Zhao Yan's guilt and regret. Zhao Yan has been living with the guilt of killing his relatives for so many years. The original mistake.

Zhao Ming understood Zhao Yan too late.

It's just marrying a woman and having a few children.

There is nothing Zhao Ming can't do for his brother.

He said with difficulty, "In the future, among my children, the one who is most like my elder brother will let him take the word my elder brother decided, okay?"

It was the first time that Zhao Ming saw Zhao Yan's face tortured by illness showing joy, "Okay."

Zhao Yan and Zhao Ming talked a lot.

They were all trivial things when they were in Zhao's house. Zhao Yan remembered many things that Zhao Ming had long forgotten, and Zhao Yan's eyes lit up when talking about the past.Zhao Ming carefully blocked the wind from the direction of the snow mountain for him.The wind can extinguish the light.

"Ah Ming, spring is here, will the snow mountains melt?"

Zhao Ming replied, "Snow mountains will not, but snow will."

The leaves will wither, the snow will melt, the clouds will disperse, and people will die.

No one can escape the fate of death, just like being born unknowingly.

Zhao Yan leaned on Zhao Ming's shoulder and reviewed her life carefully. Although the long life seemed to be lived in the memory again, it was only a moment in the eyes of others.

From the proud champion of the new department to the turbulent chief minister of the cabinet, from the street mouse that everyone shouts and beats to the lowly ants who are struggling to survive, all the pain and joy, love and hatred are finally turned into a thread, in the vicissitudes of life. Carve a clear mark.

Zhao Yan thought calmly, he is getting old.

Although his hair was not all white, his soul was old.

His heart was beating decayingly, his blood was flowing peacefully, and his body was whirring like an old bellows.

Everything that needs to be explained has already been explained.

Nothing seems to be missing either.

only one person.

Zhao Yan felt a pain in her heart, she tightened Zhao Ming's sleeve and said, "Please tell Your Highness for me that Zhao Yan's death alone is not a pity, Your Highness, please put the common people first."

Chu Qin trapped himself in a prison.

The key to the prison is in Zhao Yan's hands.

Zhao Yan wanted to open the prison door for Chu Qin.

Zhao Ming then asked Zhao Yan, "Does my brother hate Your Highness?"

Zhao Yan's lips moved, "I don't hate it anymore."

Zhao Changning didn't have many people who sacrificed their lives for him in his life.

The past three years in the capital had exhausted his spare energy, leaving him with no other thoughts.Even so, he still didn't want to see Chu Qin deserted because of Zhao Yan who was dying.

He is the king of the northwest, so he should support the overall situation of the northwest for the people who devoutly believe in him.

Zhao Ming sighed, "Why didn't brother tell him himself?"

Zhao Yan shook her head, "I'm afraid it's too late."

They always seem to be missing out.

Zhao Ming took Zhao Yan into her arms, tears dripping silently.

Chu Qin arrived covered in wind and snow.

He saw Zhao Ming calmly hugging Zhao Yan under the twisted shadow of the tree.

Zhao Yan curled up in Zhao Ming's arms with a snow-white complexion.

He was too thin, from a distance he looked like a ball of clothes that Zhao Ming was holding.

Withered leaves fell from the soft hair, the eyelashes were closed heavily, the breathing was long and quiet, and a corner of the blue clothes fluttered in the wind.

The sound of the wind whizzed past the ears, and the snow-capped mountains were shining brightly.

He might wake up soon.

Or maybe never wake up.

"Brother asked me to advise His Highness to put the common people first, and let His Highness live well."

"Brother asked me to tell His Highness that he never hated you."

Zhao Ming threw the prison key back to Chu Qin.

Chu Qin was covered in dust, and suddenly fell off his horse.

- End of text

The author says:

Mei Qiang Mi finally finished the main text, the postscript and various episodes will continue to be updated on afd, if you want to see it, you can search cabbage soup in afd

Thank you everyone for accompanying me through this imperfect story. Only with your support and encouragement can this long article be completed.

(Get out of the face of the eldest princess next door (*/?＼*) and cover your face)

Well, everyone, don’t worry, afd has a HE ending, but I feel that it is more appropriate to stop the main text here, so I put the HE ending of the code into the postscript and extra episode