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

With knuckle-boned fingers, Liu Yanqing unwrapped the oil-skinned yellow paper that covered the poria cocos.

As a result, the fragments of scrolls that had been hidden in the palace for many years finally came to light with a faint medicinal fragrance.

Monk Bian Mu's reply to Liu Yanqing was deposited in the pharmacy by a trustworthy person.

When Fu Bao took it back from the pharmacy, he took it for granted that the medicine was a new prescription for Mr. Zhao.

Six pages of dragon-painting gold paper tributed by the royal family were put together to form the prototype of the remaining pages of daily life notes.

It is dry, cracked and yellowed due to a long period of time, like the deep lines on the thin skin of an old man.

The dark handwriting is still recognizable, and the words "Jian'an 16 years" and "Jian'an 25 years" are written.

The indoor candlelight was dim, and there was a lot of snow outside.

Liu Yanqing read the six thin pages of gold paper for two hours.

Repeatedly, without missing a single word, until I closed my eyes, every word on the page was engraved in my heart.

Where is the living room of the first emperor, it is clearly written bloody how Zhao Changning's life was ruined.

The sky will be bright on the second day.

The snow-lined sky suddenly brightened, the north wind rolled up the yellow grass leaves, and the candles in front of the desk burned out.

Liu Yanqing stood up from the desk, bloodshot eyes could be seen in her eyes, and she was rather slovenly.

Langhao is placed on a new inkstone, and the ink on the nib is still new.

The three letters in front of the book case, which had the seal of the Liu Mansion, already have their own destinations.

In the past few days, Zhao Yan had another drowsy nightmare.

The snow in the capital has not stopped, the moss in the courtyard is covered with thick silvery white, Gao Jun's withered branches squeaked under the weight of the snow and broke suddenly.

When Zhao Yan woke up, she saw Liu Yanqing's haggard face.

Liu Yanqing has always been calm and calm. He has been with Zhao Yan for these years. Zhao Yan has never seen him with bloodshot eyes and unshaven beard.

"Liu Yanqing. What's wrong with you?"

Liu Yanqing grabbed Zhao Yan's hand, "Zhao Changning!"

Zhao Yan sighed, "I want to see the snow, you can carry me to the yard, okay?"

Liu Yanqing silently carried Zhao Yan out of the yard, the snow in the yard rustled down, and they were under the eaves, the snow on the eaves was tragically white.

Liu Yanqing hugged Zhao Yan and placed him on the long steps in the corridor, letting him lean on her shoulder.

Outside the long steps, a red plum tree was burning like fire, and the red pistil fell in the deep snow, like a red tear.

Snowflakes covered Zhao Yan's brows and eyelashes, and there were dots of white in the scattered hair.

"Zhao Changning, is your life worth it?"

Zhao Yan leaned on his shoulder, her voice was very low, "There is nothing worth it or not."

The medicinal scent on his body was getting stronger and stronger, and the breath he breathed out when he spoke had the smell of herbs, and his body was getting worse day by day.

"The thing I can't figure out the most is you." Liu Yanqing shook her head and said.

Holding a few pages of fragments in his hand, he thought about it all night, but he didn't understand what Zhao Yan was asking for in terms of his own future, dignity, life, and even his posthumous name.

Everyone has their own unbearable things in this world.

Just like King Ning couldn't figure out whether he lost in the dispute between his concubine and concubine until he died, just like Liu Yanqing never saw through Zhao Yan, just like Zhao Yan couldn't figure out until now, how did he go around and come back? to the original place.

Zhao Yan coughed violently.

Liu Yanqing carefully wiped off the blood on his lips with a silk handkerchief.

Zhao Yan swallowed the bloody smell like rust in her throat.

Zhao Yan doesn't like to escape by nature, even if she encounters catastrophe, she always faces the sharp edge of the knife.

If there is something you can't figure out, you will think about it every day, think about it every night, grind yourself to pieces, and refuse to look back when you hit the south wall.

Such people always have a hard life, worry too much, and worry too much, just like a tight string, which will always break one day.

Liu Yanqing's slender fingers brushed away the snowflakes that fell on Zhao Yan's hair.

"Can't I wait to see him?"

Liu Yanqing knew who Zhao Yan was asking.

"The Northwest Army has left the Northwest Division a few days ago, and it will take two months to come back. Zhao Yan, don't wait for him."

Zhao Yan coughed twice, looked at the flying snow with heavy eyes, and laughed shortly, "God has never treated Zhao Changning favorably."

Zhao Yan was ignorant and eager when she was young, and when she didn't know what it was, she was smashed to pieces by the late emperor. From then on, love was the blade of murder for him.

His love for King Qin is not so much love, but more like the last life-saving grass grasped by a desperate person.

At that time, you are willing to give him anything you want.

No one understands such sorrow.

Zhao Yan had thought that he would die a long time ago.

He was born in the Zhao family, grew up in the Cui family, and later entered the Imperial Academy, from the Imperial Academy to the cabinet, from the cabinet to the prison in Dali Temple, from the prison to the Liu Mansion, migrating from one place to another like a migratory bird, and finally he could not shake his hands. Wings.

He was too tired, and his wings were covered with wounds cut by wind and frost.

He stretched out his hand, and the cold snow fell on his fingertips, but it didn't melt.

Has his temperature been so low that even snowflakes can't melt?

"Liu Yanqing, I can't wait for him."

His tone was flat, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing.

Liu Yanqing tied up the clothes embroidered with gold thread for him, "Then don't wait."

"Okay, then don't wait."

Zhao Yan smiled.

The little hope he had fought for Zhao Changning at the last moment of his life still could not be realized after all.

"Accompany me to see the snow."

Snowflakes fluttered, red plums rustled, birds flew in fright, shaking off the snow all over.

The temperature of the person in his arms gradually turned cold, and he closed his eyes heavily.

When Fu Bao came over, Liu Yanqing gave a soft "shh".

Bamboo umbrellas covered with snowflakes are placed obliquely on the green steps.

The ivory-white young man in the official red robe had a tender affection on his face, "He fell asleep."