Who is Chu Qiao's biography?

At the end of his work, he took the lantern and walked to the rockery step by step, stood there for a long time, then squatted down, and stretched out his hand to slowly caress the rockery.

My eyes widened, and I quickly got down from the wall and walked towards my palace, my movements were hurried and flustered, as if I were a thief.

It was not engraved by Yuan Chun, or in other words, it was not engraved by Yuan Chun alone.

That was not Yuan Chun's secret base, it should be said that it was Yuan Chun and Yan Xun's secret base.

I felt inexplicably sad as I was walking, my tears couldn’t stop flowing out, there was a dull pain in my heart, and when I finally reached the door, I looked up at the glimmer of light in the sky, completely unwilling.

I am not inferior to her in terms of background, knowledge, or chess, calligraphy, calligraphy, painting, literature and martial arts, but why, why does she have the love of her parents and elder brothers, why can she be loved by thousands of people? There is no worldly affairs in the world, so why is there such a person who is willing to think about her everywhere and be merciful all the time, even through such a deep national hatred and family hatred.

I used to always feel that Yanbei was bitterly cold, but now staying in Chang'an, where the word Yuanchun is marked on every brick and tile, I suddenly realized that some chills spread from the heart.

After that night, my attitude towards Yan Xun was much gentler, and Yan Xun may also be aware that when I show kindness that I have never had before, a few traces of doubt flash in my eyes.

I said to myself, this is for Duan'er, for Duan'er to please him, to earn a share in this country of Yan.

Then one day, when I was wandering around the palace with Duan'er, I met him. He was still sitting alone in a small pavilion, just sitting there, doing nothing.

Duan'er looked at him and ran there excitedly, I couldn't stop him, but he didn't care and hugged Duan'er on his lap.

I went to sit opposite him and wanted to sit down, but saw his brows wrinkled, so I sat down on the other side as usual, leaving the seat opposite him, although I don't know who I reserved it for.

He watched a few servants playing with the end, and there was a rare gentleness in his brows. I looked at him from the side, but I couldn't tell what it was like.

Obviously I have done all the most intimate things, but to him, I have always been an outsider. Now sitting with him like an ordinary couple and watching the children play, maybe it is a bit nondescript.

I was thinking wildly, but I heard him say that he thought Duan'er looked like a person.

"Like who?"

"An old friend."

Yan Xun turned his head to look at me, with a smile on his lips, and said that he is a very good person, very simple and kind, and what he hates the most is intrigue.

"When he was young, he was like Duan'er, ignoring those twists and turns, and running around happily every day."

"Really? His mother must have been a very refined person."

"That's why I said he looks like Duan Er."

I didn't realize it at first, but after thinking about it carefully, I realized what he meant. That person has a mother like me, and I have nothing to do with vulgarity, that is to say, I am vulgar.

I laughed a couple of times, superficially complimenting Yan Xun's sense of humor, but Yan Xun got excited.

"It would be great if you knew each other. You and him are completely different people. It will be very interesting to get along with each other."

I rolled my eyes in my heart, if I really meet such a person, I don't want to have a deep friendship with him, is it possible that I want to see how open and aboveboard he is, and then keep criticizing myself?

But I didn't say this, Yan Xun knows what kind of person I am, so I don't need to emphasize it.

I originally thought it was okay to live like this, I could always be polite with Yan Xun, and then watch Duan'er grow up, marry a wife and have children, then I should be able to complete the task of being a good mother up.

But then, Lian Niang passed away.

I took Duan'er to the hunting ground that morning, and I told her that I would hunt some foxes for her and make a fur coat for her, but when I came back at night, I saw her lying on the bed and looking cold.

I sat on the edge of her bed, looking at her pale face, and felt that all this was meaningless.

Later, in those days, I stayed alone in the small pavilion in a daze. I missed Daliang very much. Chang’an is not my home. The flowers, plants, trees and rocks here, as well as the clouds in the sky and the birds flying by, are not mine.

I want to go back to Daliang, and I know exactly which brick in the palace there I used a small wooden stick to hold, and which pond I buried a bag of peach pits there, unlike here, let me Strange and scary.

God didn't keep me waiting for long, Yan Xun caught the spy in Daliang and shook off all the things I had done.

That night, Yan Xun called me to his palace, I washed and dressed quietly, gave Duaner a last hug, then straightened my body and walked towards that road step by step.

"You did it?"

"Yes."

"You know what to do."

"Don't be embarrassing."

"I do not know."

I looked at the glass of poisoned wine on the tray in the supervisor's hand, calmly picked it up, and when I was about to drink it, I suddenly wanted to quarrel with Yan Xun.

"Yan Xun, do you know how Yuan Chun's concubine mother died?"

Yan Xun looked at me and didn't speak.

"You are more and more like Emperor Wei. I don't know how Yuan Chun will feel."

I drank the wine with a smile, not ignoring Yan Xun's frown.

Yan Xun thinks that he only loves Chu Qiao, and everyone in the world thinks that he only loves Chu Qiao, but probably only I know how the cold-blooded and ruthless Emperor Yan lives in Chang'an Palace where there are traces of Yuan Chun everywhere. Reminisce, regret day by day.

People, you have a long life, you think that all the sorrow, pain, joy and happiness will dissipate like smoke in the passing years, but you don’t know that those memories will always wake up in the morning and rest at night, and entangle your heart bit by bit when sitting alone.

Some things, the longer you pass, the more you miss them.

The medicine of □□ does not work quickly enough for me to go back to the temple and lie down on the bed.

The dim palace, the cold bed, all of this is very similar to the evening when I was ten years old.

I looked at the pattern of the bed curtain above my head, my consciousness gradually lost, and this life was like a revolving lantern before my eyes, I was a little sad, what am I doing in this life?

Lian Niang told me a long time ago, some things should not be touched.

Over the years, I have abided by this principle, but now that I think about it, it doesn't seem to be the case.

Even if you can't own those things, it's good to have been close to them and keep them in mind.

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The main reason for writing Xiao Yu's side story is that in the last life, Xiao Yu should be the person who was the closest and longest to the last Yan Xun among these people. I want to see the later Yan Xun recalling the old man from her perspective Category.

Although Xiao Yu is quite disgusting and far from the original Nalan Hongye, she still has a miserable life.

In fact, writing about her and Yuan Song is mainly out of my selfishness. Yuan Song is such a cute little angel, so suitable to save the common people hahaha, everyone can go and listen to "Driftwood".

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97.

Yan Xun remembered that in the last life, it was Chu Qiao who escorted Yuan Song and Yuan Chun back to Wei by himself.Chu Qiao later mentioned this matter to him, saying that Yuan Chun was very quiet all the way, eating quietly, resting quietly, and sitting quietly in the carriage, as if the whole person had drifted away from the world of mortals.

At that time, Yan Xun already had gray hair on his sideburns, and Chu Qiaoyu Wenyue was no longer a life-and-death relationship, but a relationship where they could greet each other generously.Years of fighting have left him with sore waist and legs, as well as frequent headaches that get worse with time, all of which make him realize that he is getting old.Yan Xun has heard people say that when he gets old, the things about his childhood will become clearer, but for some reason, this is not the case at all with him.

He dreams every night, he dreams of the blood splattered on the Jiuyou Terrace, he dreams of the fierce fire on Zhuque Street, he dreams of his family members dying in peace and the corpses of the people littering the field.These dreams are sometimes accompanied by his mother whispering in his ear, sometimes accompanied by the crying and howling of the common people, and sometimes, it is the voice of Yuan Chun calling his brother Yan Xun all night and all night.

One time was the most outrageous, he dreamed of a dark cave, rotten dry grass, dirty water dripping mixed with Yuan Song's blood, Yuan Chun was surrounded by black shadows, crying hoarsely, brother Yan Xun, brother Yan Xun, brother Yan Xun Brother Xun...

After Yan Xun woke up from the dream that time, he didn't dare to rest on the bed for three consecutive days, couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, but he still supported himself with a strong anger to clean up a few ministers who were secretly making small moves.

After that time, Yan Xun suddenly understood what Yuan Chun said when he met him for the last time. Some people can see the end of their life at a glance.

He also saw the end of his life, so clear and hopeless.It turns out that when a person can have a panoramic view of everything, he is already dead.

But Chun'er, if I can still see this life clearly, I hope to be with you at the end.

98.

From Qinghai to Dawei, it was not long or short, three days, but Yuan Chun felt that these three days were too long.She has a lot of things to do, her heart is unpredictable, and she is afraid that something will happen suddenly before she returns to Dawei.But what Yuan Chun didn't expect was that before her father, emperor and elder brother came to make troubles, Yan Xun jumped out by himself and swaggered into Dawei.

It's not that Yuan Chun didn't know that Yan Xun was in the escort team for her. She probably guessed why but forced himself to pretend he didn't know why.It's a thing of the past, so don't mention it again.

When the group of them arrived at the border of the Great Wei Dynasty, Yuan Song and the third prince had already brought people to wait there.Yuan Chun lifted the curtain to see the high-spirited