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

Chu Qin met Concubine Li twice.

The first time I saw her, my heart was moved, and the second time I saw her, I killed her.

It was a spring day in the 20th year of Jian'an when a hundred flowers were in full bloom.

Concubine Zhou's illness is getting better.

Chu Qin met a woman.

A woman much older than him.

At that time, her title was Concubine Li, and she lived in Lenggong.

I can't remember the reason why I passed by, and I heard the woman's mournful and desperate cry, so strong and sad.

That's the number of years that Concubine Li has been in the cold palace.

Across the dilapidated fence, the propped up screen window.He saw a woman doing her makeup in front of the mirror.

In my 30s.

The woman in the bronze mirror has hands like soft yellow, skin like creamy fat, waist like catkins, eyebrows like distant daisy, the chirping of birds outside the window, faintly hearing the blooming flowers, a woman's cardamom years have become a stream of water in this cold palace, Trickle down and never return.

Two white-headed maids attend her daily life.

Crows and pheasants flew around the treetops.

Concubine Li's beauty is different from the innocence and brilliance of a young girl, but like a sad, silent and silent autumn.

It's like a dying epiphyllum.

The young man was so pretty, and he was astonished at the time, but to Chu Qin, it was just a charming dream.

He didn't know that the eyes and ears in the palace who were staring at him had already described his gaffe to his elder brother in vivid detail.

After that, he never saw that woman again, nor set foot in that cold palace.

Later, Chu Qin returned to the northwest.

When he was hunting in the northwest, he could occasionally think of that woman.With the passage of time, that face has become less clear, and every time I think about it, I still feel the deep sadness all over her.

Where did the sadness come from?

In the 26th year of Jian'an, the first emperor issued a secret decree when he was sick.

Let him kill that woman.

At that time, he already knew that Concubine Li was the prince's biological mother.

The prince is not the queen's own.

So it was not difficult for him to guess what the late emperor meant.

Why let him kill?

Sow the seeds for the future struggle between him and Chu Yu.

Perhaps his brother already knew about the specious thoughts he had.

No matter how much you don't like it, you are still a woman in the emperor's harem.

Chu Qin knew everything, but he still made a move.

If this woman does not die, Chu Yu's life experience will be revealed to the world sooner or later. The Great Chu's lineage will establish the country. If Chu Yu is not a direct lineage, some people want to use it to make trouble, and the government is unstable. What about the Great Chu's country and the people of the Great Chu?

The country is so proud, but there is no place for a poor woman.

When she raised the butcher knife, the woman just tugged at the hem of his robe, knelt and cried, "Please protect my child, Your Highness, I will bear all the sins."

Chu Qin looked at her very similar face to the prince's, and asked her softly, "You don't hate me?"

"His Royal Highness cares about the people of the world, and it is the blessing of the people of the world."

Concubine Li is more open-minded than anyone else.

At the moment when her death was approaching, the sadness around her was gone.What caught my eye was a rich and colorful skirt with flying flowers on the corner of her clothes.

"Your Highness, please leave my bones in the wild after my death, and let the wild dogs eat them. I heard that this way there will be no next life."

She was very peaceful when she went. Chu Qin could not hold her in his arms until she was dead, touched her hair lightly, and finally let the dead woman walk into his heart, and it became a scar ever since.

Concubine Li's life was too bitter, and she didn't want to have an afterlife.

Wild dogs gnawed at her flesh.

Chu Qin stood there coldly watching the gorgeous woman turn into bones and sweep across the wilderness.

The golden knife was unsheathed, and those wild dogs were exposed to the wilderness.

The knife was in the sheath, and it rained heavily on the barren hills, soaking the young general's hair.

At that time, Chu Qin didn't know that many years later, another person made the same request to him.

All living beings are suffering, who wants to step on the cycle of reincarnation and go through the suffering of the previous life again?

Most of the sympathy a man feels for a woman comes from guilt.

After Concubine Li's death, King Qin was decadent for a long time.

There are some rumors outside that he likes a woman who is many years older than him.

That woman was given death.

All the past has become an old shadow in the dust.

It turned out that not only his elder brother knew about it, but Zhao Yan also knew about it.

The late emperor treated Zhao Yan kindly before his death, so it is not difficult for Zhao Yan to learn some things from the late emperor.

Zhao Yan could not threaten him with the young emperor's life experience before, because he knew that Zhao Yan would not dare.

Today's Zhao Yan is already at the bottom of the boat, he knows that Zhao Yan can do anything.

If the old affairs between him and Chu Yu's biological mother were publicized, it would be like dynamite being ignited, and there would be many entanglements, so he couldn't take any risk.

Zhao Yan's body was covered with poisonous thorns, and a piece of flesh would fall off the skin if touched.

He threatened him with this.

Zhao Yan's face overlapped with that of Concubine Li.

He protected the mountains and rivers of Dachu, but he couldn't protect Concubine Li, nor Zhao Changning.

Even to be the executioner who contributes to the flames.

Chunluo didn't know what happened, she only knew that the prince had returned to the palace from Zhao's house, and went into the stable in the back courtyard to personally change the wounded Wu Zhui's medicine.

The general's hand roughly scratched Wu Zhui's fur.

Wu Zhui wagged his tail lightly, lowered his body, and rubbed against his face.

Chu Qin laughed, and the bloodshot eyes finally faded away.

He wants to be close to someone.

But this pawn can't cross the Chuhe-Han boundary.

He lay on his back on the haystack, the cool moonlight reflected the handsome face of the young man, and Wu Zhui's tail wagged on his face.

It seems to be back in the Northwest.

The capital and northwest are illuminated by the same crescent moon.

Tsk, his golden knife is still in his hand.

Is there any reason to rely on the past?