Chapter 205 Chapter 6: Pear Blossom

The wind was rustling outside the window, the empty hall was heavily curtained, the imperial physician who asked for pulse had just left, when Aunt Yun entered the hall, dressed in a first-grade female official's court dress, and saluted Nalan ceremoniously, but did not get up. Seeing this, Nalan smiled helplessly and asked, "Auntie, what's wrong?" Aunt Yun was already very old, her hair was full of silver frost, her wrinkles were extremely deep, her eyes usually looked cloudy, but now they were as bright as knives, she raised her head, looked at Nalan sharply, and said in a low voice: "The emperor has gone to Yanxi Mountain again."

Nalan was noncommittal, smiled quietly, nodded and said: "King Xuan has made great contributions to the country, and it is rare for the emperor to be sympathetic to the heroes. Isn't this a good thing?" The hall was very quiet, and the sound of the wind passing through the corridor could be heard far away.Aunt Yun knelt there, just looking at her quietly, without speaking, and her eyes were not too harsh, but with her silently staring at her, Nalan's superficial disguise gradually faded away. She sighed helplessly, and said with a wry smile: "What does Auntie want? I am fine now, and the emperor has not broken his original oath, so why bother to cause trouble?"

"But the emperor hates you!" Aunt Yun suddenly said excitedly: "He hates you for taking away King Xuan's military power, hates you for transferring his own army, hates you for transferring him to the East China Sea, hates you for withholding the last letter that King Xuan wrote to him, he hates you You thought King Xuan was the brother Jinlan who watched and helped him. Over the years, he has long hated you, don't you know?" "Yeah, he hates me." Nalan smiled slightly, and there was a bit of joy in his voice, and he said happily, "Look, Auntie, he is not a heartless person, and he is still very good to me, a sworn brother."

"Princess!" Aunt Yun finally got angry and stood up leaning on her crutches, her face turning blue with anger. Nalan coughed twice, then sighed helplessly: "Auntie, you are so old, why are you still so angry?" Aunt Yun didn't speak, but just looked at her fixedly. Nalan was still smiling, but no matter how you looked at it, there was a trace of indescribable bitterness in that smile. "What does Auntie want from me? Use this as a bargaining chip to beg for a little favor from the emperor? Auntie, what do you think I am? After the country is broken, Hongye loses even her dignity?"

Aunt Yun was stunned suddenly, the candlelight in the main hall shone on her old face, showing a kind of helpless vicissitudes. "I don't live for me alone. Behind me, there are thousands of royal family members. With the honor of the queen and the love of Xuanmo, we, the survivors of Huai Song Dynasty, will not live too long." It's too hard." Aunt Yun frowned, and tried her best to argue: "But if the emperor knew the truth, he would treat you well, it's no different." "It's different." Nalan turned his head, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth: "You understand."

Fragrance curled up, one strand after another spiraled upwards, and as the night fell, heavy curtains fell, making the entire palace seem more lonely and solemn.She turned around and never looked back, just walked in step by step. "He and Xuan Mo are brotherhood, and it's just brotherhood. Once the brothers become wives, the relationship will be gone." The vermilion lacquer and gilt palace door opened slowly with a creak, and there was no one in the depths of the hall. Nalan stood tall and straight, looking at the brilliant yellow palace, the fingers in his sleeves were fastened one by one, and opened one by one. Open, vaguely, it seems to let go of something, and it seems to admit something.

So what if I told him?He doesn't love you, he just owes you nothing. In her heart, she whispered to herself.It turns out that admitting all this is just such a simple thing. What a beautiful woman she is, with one heart and one mind, exquisite and translucent, she has spent her whole life playing games in the court and playing with people's hearts.She knows every method and technique to win the greatest benefit for herself, the reason why she doesn't say anything, the reason why she hides it is because she clearly knows that even if everything is revealed to the world, she can't win his review and favor in this life.

Instead of getting one point of gratitude and two points of guilt, but still have to emotionally scramble and secretly fight with the endless stream of women in the entire harem, it is better to let him and myself have a way out. She has long understood that there are some things in this world that cannot be forced, the human heart is the most powerful shackle in this world, just like Xuanmo is to her, and just like she is to Yan Xun, once trapped in it, she cannot Detachment. "Princess! If you want to keep my Great Song survivor, the most important thing is to give birth to a prince. It's been five years, it's been five years!"

The palace gate was slowly closed, and Aunt Yun's angry voice could no longer be heard. Wen Yuan led the servants and retreated, leaving her alone in the hall.She walked calmly to the side of the small table, and sat down slowly with her hands on the golden lacquer carved pillars. She poured water for herself very quietly. The soup flowed out, and it was all black soup. drink it down.The decoction was still exuding heat, circling upwards, and the orchid pattern on the cup wall rubbed against the fingertips, giving it a warm touch.It was like a big wedding night, when her fingers lightly touched his skin, it was covered with typhoid fever and icy cold.

"There are only brothers who are equal and treat each other with sincerity, and there is no husband who has three thousand hearts and belongs to him. I am the eldest princess of Huai Song Dynasty, and I am Nalan Hongye." In the silence, a deep voice sounded slowly, she opened her eyes wide, and two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks. Tears rolled down her pale and thin cheeks, and fell on her wrist along the arc of her chin. There were only two cold drops. Just sit like this, all night. On the second day, Empress Dayan's nurse died of illness, and Yan Xun personally decreed that Aunt Yun could be conferred the title of Mrs. Kang Lu, the second rank, and enjoy the spiritual ceremony of the third rank imperial official.Aunt Yun never married and had no husband's family, so she rewarded her mother's family and enjoyed the mourning and honor, gold and silver brocades, and the glory of descendants.

On the day of Aunt Yun's funeral, Nalan stood on the turret of the west tower of Zhenhuang City, wearing a dark luan suit and a purple gold crown, quietly watching the long dragon-like procession of seeing off relatives slowly leaving the real world. Huangcheng, heading south all the way. People die and return to their hometowns, and fallen leaves return to their roots. Five years ago, Aunt Yun followed Nalan thousands of miles away from her hometown and came to this snowy land.Now, her princess has grown up, and she is no longer the child who would hide in her arms and cry bitterly. She finally let go of everything and left. That evening, it snowed again, and the maid put on a thick long fur for her, but she still felt cold.Her face was pale and thin, and she stood alone on a tall building, like a frozen stone statue. Father Huang left, Hongyu left, Xuan Mo left, and Aunt Yun also left. Finally, all the people who loved her in this world are gone, and she is the only one left. Thousands of miles away from her hometown, maybe in her whole life, she will never see the sunshine and warmth of her hometown again, nor smell the seaside. Slightly salty waves. Tears welled up, but her eyes were dry, her heart suddenly hurt like that, her throat was salty, and it seemed that there was liquid overflowing from the corner of her mouth, but she kept standing against the wind so unconsciously until the white fur front became pale. It was bright red, until Wenyuan's exclamation pierced her eardrums, and until a black crow flew in the sky far away, she fell softly.The snow was heavy, and the sky and the earth were turned upside down. She seemed to see Aunt Yun's young face many years ago, looking at her tenderly, and whispering her baby name. After Aunt Yun's death, Nalan was like a withered lily, declining day by day. The weather is getting colder and colder, and the cold wind is raging across the ground. The doctors of the Taiyuan Hospital go back and forth more than ten times a day, and all kinds of precious medicinal materials are sent to the southeast hall like water, but there is no improvement. At noon that day, the heavy snow finally stopped, and the sun was shining outside. Wen Yuan asked some maidservants to have a snowball fight in the yard, and carried Nalan to the porch to sit. She was wearing a thick ermine cape, and she was sitting on a soft couch. Those cheerful voices spread throughout the southeast hall, and even made people's mood slightly open. Suddenly, a slight voice came to his ears, Nalan turned his eyes slightly, and saw that the imperial physicians Wang and Lu in the side hall were discussing something with their heads down, they didn't seem to see her, and their voices were a little louder. Physician Wang is a veteran of Huai Song Dynasty. He is over seventy years old this year. His brows were tightly furrowed. Because of the distance, he couldn't fully hear his words. He only heard a few vague words. Too much thought, loss of qi and blood, internal and external deficiency, already exhausted, and medicine stone unable to return to heaven... "What did the two adults say?" A soft reprimand suddenly sounded, and the two imperial physicians looked up, but it was Wen Yuan standing at the door and glaring at them anxiously, while Nalan was sitting aside with a calm expression, as if he had been listening for a long time. The two were so frightened that they knelt on the ground with a plop, hurriedly apologizing. Nalan didn't say anything, just turned her head silently, quietly watching the maids in the yard playing snowball fights.There was no joy or sorrow, as if the words just now had never passed through my ears. During dinner, Wen Yuan smiled and talked with her, and seeing that she was in a good mood, she comforted her carefully, saying that she didn't need to care about what the two imperial physicians said, and even scolded them, saying that they were old and foolish, Not worth trusting. Nalan listened with a light smile, and fell asleep early after taking the medicine. On the second day, a group of new imperial physicians came to the southeast hall, and Nalan did not object. She listened to the imperial physicians' advice every day and recuperated quietly. Although her illness did not improve, it did not worsen either.The doctors were very happy, saying that as long as this winter passed, her illness would improve. The servants of the Southeast Hall were very happy to hear that, just in time for the Lantern Festival, Wen Yuan led the ladies and servants to redecorate the Southeast Hall, red, green and green, all kinds of bright silks and satins were hung up, which looked like It's like a civil wedding.Nalan knew what they were thinking and didn't stop them. She just lay quietly on the bed and rarely spoke. However, within a few days, the weather suddenly became extremely cold, the wind howled, and the dripping water turned into ice. Nalan's illness immediately worsened. At noon that day, heavy snow was howling outside the window, Nalan leaned on the couch, listening to the sound outside, a little lost in thought, and said quietly: "This year's Lantern Festival, I'm afraid we won't be able to do it." Her voice was very hoarse, with an unconcealable sense of decadence.Wenyuan's face was full of worry all day long, but she didn't dare to let her see it. When she saw her talking, she quickly smiled and replied: "In such a strong wind, it should be impossible for the lantern to be blown away as soon as it is hung up." .” Nalan nodded, and Wenyuan continued: "Your Majesty, let's sleep for a while. I just took the medicine. Is your mouth bitter? Would you like some sugar water?" Nalan shook her head. Wenyuan was about to continue talking when she suddenly heard three cracks of whips outside, which were crisp and sweet, she immediately looked happy, stood up immediately, and said repeatedly: "Your Majesty, the emperor is here." With that said, he took his servants out to pick him up. After a while, the palace gates of the main hall were opened layer by layer, and the heavy curtains were lifted. Yan Xun walked in wearing a black gold robe, took off his black fur coat as he walked, and handed it to the maid at the side. He was still the same, with heroic eyebrows, a straight nose, thin lips, and eyes like deep lakes, and he couldn't see the end no matter what.He sat on the opposite side of Nalan's bed, took the hot towel from Wenyuan, first applied it to his face, then wiped his hands, and then asked, "Is your illness better?" Nalan leaned on the couch, nodded lightly, with her usual calm and peaceful smile on her face: "The emperor is worried, and he is much better now." He nodded and continued to ask: "Did you take the medicine prescribed by the imperial physician on time?" Nalan said: "Eat on time." He pondered for a moment, then asked again: "I remember you are very afraid of the cold, if it's cold today, is the palace warm enough?" There was a faint look in Nalan's eyes, but it was so fleeting, it was almost unnoticeable, she raised her head, her cheeks had thinned into a sharp line, and said: "Your Majesty, don't worry, everything is fine here. " Then, the hall became quiet like an autumn lake, the wind outside the window was still loud, and the two of them sat like this, neither of them knew what to say to break the awkward deadlock. "Then, the queen should take a good rest, I first..." "Has the emperor had lunch?" A very crisp voice suddenly sounded from the side, Nalan and Yan Xun were both taken aback for a moment, but when they looked up, it was Wen Yuan.The young maid's lips turned pale with fear, her hands were tightly clutching a handkerchief in front of her body, beads of sweat were already dripping from her forehead, and her arms hidden under her sleeves trembled slightly. Yan Xun looked at Nalan in surprise, then turned his head away, but instead of being angry, he nodded and said, "No." "Then why don't you eat in our palace, your majesty? Our small kitchen is very skillful, and your mother likes to eat it. Your majesty has never eaten in our palace." Yan Xun smiled, nodded and said, "Okay." Wen Yuan couldn't help being overjoyed, she was almost at a loss, and said quickly: "The servant girl will go down and get ready first." After all, he ran away in a hurry. Seeing her leave, Nalan said helplessly: "The concubine is incapable of disciplining my servants, please forgive me, Your Majesty." Yan Xun shook his head: "It's okay, she is very loyal." Nalan didn't know what Wen Yuan was thinking, but he just hoped that Yan Xun could stay with him for a while, so he didn't say anything else at the moment. But Yan Xun stood up, walked casually in the hall, went to the bookshelf, took out a book, flipped through it, put it back, then took out another book, Nalan lay on the couch, carefully fiddling with a franc clasp.The sun shines in from the window, drawing grids one after another on the ground. The afternoon sun is very warm. Even though the wind is howling outside at the moment, this room is peaceful and serene. "Do you like the art of merchants?" Yan Xun asked suddenly, holding a copy of "Jingwei Jiashu" in his hand. Nalan raised his head to take a look, and said: "The ancestors of the concubine started as merchants in the past. The Song Dynasty has developed commerce, and the concubine also likes to study in his spare time." Yan Xun smiled and said, "I really can't tell." "Can't see anything?" Yan Xun shook his head and said, "It's nothing, it's just that I know someone who also likes this way." Nalan smiled and said, "It must be Prince Xuan." Yan Xun was slightly surprised, and asked, "How does the queen know?" Nalan said very naturally: "Of course the concubine knows. The concubine has known Prince Xuan since she was a child, so she naturally knows him better than the emperor." Yan Xun smiled lightly, seemingly disapproving, but didn't say anything, just turned his head away and continued to read the scroll.Nalan secretly felt a little smug, like a child who succeeded in a prank, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he lowered his head to continue playing with the clip. Time passed quietly, and after many years of marriage, Yan Xun seemed to be watching Nalan's bedroom carefully for the first time. He felt that this empress was an unusual person, not only had outstanding taste, but also had extensive knowledge. , and most of them have the imprint of flipping through them, unlike other concubines, all the scrolls are just decorations. "Your Majesty, Empress, please have a meal." The food was served quickly, because Nalan was taking medicine and needed to avoid food.So Nalan's side only had four small dishes, while Yan Xun's side had more than sixty hot and cold meat and vegetable dishes, and a big table was laid out, which looked spectacular. Yan Xun was slightly embarrassed, and couldn't help but glance at Nalan.Nalan said with a smile, "The emperor seldom comes to your concubines. The servants don't know your taste, so they have to prepare more. Don't blame them, the emperor, they are also sincerely trying to please you." This statement is from Nalan's mouth, if it is someone else, it will definitely make people feel jealous. Wen Yuan stood aside, saw that Yan Xun didn't say anything, and started to eat obediently, she couldn't help being elated, thinking that she was really wise today, how could the empress usually have such a good spirit.Sure enough, the heart disease still needs heart medicine. Maybe the emperor will come a few more times, and the empress will be cured. A meal is eaten slowly, and after eating, it's time for a nap.Yan Xun and Nalan said a few words casually, and now they became more natural, and told the servants to take good care of her, and they had to go back to the palace first.Then just as he turned to leave, there was a hissing sound suddenly. It turned out that the sleeve had scraped to the corner of the table, tearing a big hole in the fabric of the cuff. Yan Xun raised his arm, glanced at it casually, and didn't take it seriously, so he was about to put on his coat. But Nalan said: "Your Majesty, the clothes are torn." Yan Xun didn't care, and said casually, "It doesn't matter." "Wait a moment." Nalan pulled Yan Xun's sleeve, took a closer look, and said: "This is a tribute from Tianci Embroidery. This kind of fabric can only be made into a few clothes in a year from Tianci County, and the emperor only made it this year." This piece of imperial clothing embroidered by heaven is now broken, even if it is brought to the Royal Embroidery Room, no one will dare to mend it." How could Yan Xun think that there are so many opinions about a piece of clothing, so he couldn't help but look at the clothing twice, and said: "If it is broken, it will be broken, it doesn't matter." But Nalan said: "The emperor doesn't feel bad, but the concubine does. I don't know how many embroiderers have to embroider blindly because of this roll of cloth every year. Look, this cloth is not only double-sided embroidery, but also the cloth If you look closely at the cross-section, you can also see the small blessing characters." Yan Xun took a closer look and found that it was so, he couldn't help sighing: "It's really wonderful." "Wenyuan, bring a needle and thread." Yan Xun was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "What is the queen going to do?" "Since no one dares to mend the imperial embroidery room, it will be thrown away anyway. Why don't the concubines mend it? If the mending is broken, the emperor should not blame him." Yan Xun was even more surprised, and couldn't help asking: "The queen can still be a female celebrity?" The tip of Nalan's eyes twitched slightly, and the light turned around. He glanced at him lightly, took the needle and thread, and began to mend, saying as he sewed, "Sit down, it will be ready in a while." For some reason, Yan Xun was a little nervous, he sat down next to Nalan, but he wanted to avoid it, frowning and said, "Don't tie me." Nalan raised his eyebrows: "People who have been on the battlefield, are they still afraid of this little embroidery needle?" Yan Xun obviously couldn't trust her skills, he frowned and didn't speak.But soon, I saw Nalan threading the needle very skillfully, with slender fingers, the needle and thread seemed to come to life in her hands. She is so thin, from Yan Xun's point of view, only a beautiful and white neck can be seen.The sun shines on her body, with a calm and serene atmosphere, the air has a light scent of medicine, the sand in the hourglass slides down, and the quiet sound of the needle thread passing through the clothes can almost be heard. Suddenly, Nalan shook his hand and began to cough lightly. At first, she was still trying to control it, but gradually, she couldn't control it more and more, and her voice became louder and louder.Yan Xun frowned, stretched out his other hand, and patted her on the back lightly, calling while patting, "Bring water, hurry up." Wen Yuan rushed up, Yan Xun took the tea and took a sip for Nalan, her breathing gradually became steady, but her cheeks were flushed, but her eyes became more and more tired. "It's all right, do you need to call the imperial doctor?" Nalan shook his head weakly: "No need, it's an old problem, just rest for a while." "Don't mend this clothes today, wait until you feel better." Nalan was really tired, so he nodded. Yan Xun took off his coat, handed it to Wen Yuan, and said, "I'll make it up when your mother is in good spirits, don't give it to her for a few days." Wen Yuan nodded happily, thinking that it had been five years, God finally opened her eyes, and the emperor knew that he felt sorry for the empress. Yan Xun put on the big fur and said to Nalan: "I'm leaving first, you should rest well." Nalan nodded, Yan Xun turned around and walked out, the curtains of the main hall were lifted layer by layer, and his figure was hidden step by step.For some reason, Nalan suddenly felt so flustered, as if his heart was full of weeds, and suddenly called out loudly: "Your Majesty?" Yan Xun was taken aback for a moment, and turned his head from a distance. The palace is deep, they are so far apart, just looking at each other like this, time passes between them, one year, two years, three years, five years, and those he doesn't know, ten years, eight years , Many, many years. "Tonight, my concubine ordered the kitchen to cook more delicious dishes. Your majesty, are you still here?" Yan Xun stood in the center of the hall, far away, looking at the woman sitting on the bed. That was his wife, a wife whom he had never faced face to face, but who had really helped him a lot in a practical sense. He stood there, just looking at her like that, trying hard to recall her previous appearance in his mind, but apart from the eye full of jewels and emeralds, beautiful gold and jade, there was only a blank space left.But now, she is dressed in soft white single clothes, she has no headgear in her hair, no makeup, her face is blue and her lips are blue, she is emaciated, like a candle in the wind, I don't know how long it can burn. That's all... Yan Xun sighed silently in his heart. Even though she seized Xuan Mo's military power, even though she might have noticed the relationship between herself and Xuan Mo, and privately destroyed the letter Xuan Mo wrote to her before she died. That's all. In the distance, Yan Xun nodded and said, "You should rest well, I will come to see you at night." The door is open and a fresh breeze blows in. Nalan was sitting on the couch, silently looking at his receding back, with a gentle face and eyes as peaceful as clouds in the sky. "Ma'am..." Wen Yuan smiled happily, barely knowing what to say, and finally rushed out, shouting: "Your servant, go get ready." Nalan took a deep breath and leaned against the soft quilt.Suddenly remembered that evening many years ago, he rode a horse, caught up with her from a distance, and finally stood on the bridge facing her who was traveling far away, and shouted loudly: "I buried good wine under the pear tree, you Are you coming next year?" Are you coming next year?Are you coming next year?Are you still coming? For many years, as long as she closed her eyes, she could hear this voice.It seems that it was just yesterday, right next to my ears. "Come on! You wait for me!" She sat on the carriage, poked her head out, and shouted loudly at him who had turned into a little black spot. Come!You wait for me! However, she couldn't go back after all. Her father died, and she was left alone with her sick mother and idiotic brother, and struggling with the imperial family and officials who were full of wolfish ambitions. The whole country and country fell on her frail and immature shoulders. However, his family was ruined and he was displaced. The former proud son of heaven suddenly became a prisoner. After ten years of life and death, they finally returned to the place where they met in the past. It's a pity that the mountains and rivers have been broken, and things seem to be different. Even though they are facing each other, they no longer know each other. She slowly closed her eyes, and pulled the corners of her mouth lightly, showing a shallow smile. Before it was dark, Wen Yuan was busy, matching clothes for her, dressing her up, and the servants in the kitchen knew that the emperor was still coming for dinner, so they worked hard to prepare.Although she didn't want to do this, it was rare to see them so happy, so she didn't object. However, the sky was getting darker and darker, and it was already past dinner time, and he still didn't come. All the servants were secretly worried, Wen Yuan sent her capable servants to inquire about the news, while she comforted Nalan over and over again. Nalan gradually understood, but he didn't feel sad, but felt a little empty.Yushu is right, the southeast hall is too big and always looks deserted. After a while, the little eunuch next to Yan Xun came to spread the word, saying that there was an urgent military situation from Beilin Pass in the Northwest, and the emperor was discussing politics with several adults at the military council tonight, so he would not come over. At that moment, Nalan could almost clearly hear the sighs coming from the whole hall, she calmly answered the eunuch who sent the message, and offered a reward.Said to Wenyuan: "Okay, let's set the meal." Wen Yuan was taken aback: "Huh?" Nalan laughed and said: "Dinning, the emperor won't come, so don't I need to eat?" Only then did Wenyuan come to her senses, and she hurriedly took the servants who had lost their souls to pass on the meal. Nalan ate more than 20 dishes by herself. Her appetite and energy seemed to be particularly good today. After eating for a long time, she asked her servants to serve the soup. For the next three days, Yan Xun was busy with the military. Princess Jing'an Zhao Chun'er retreated to the southern border after being defeated. Even though she was besieged several times by Zhuge Yue, she still escaped by luck. Zhuge Yue hindered Zhao Che's affection and saw She no longer attacked Bian Tang, nor did she kill them all.But recently, news came from the Northwest that Princess Jing'an's troops and the Quanrong people outside the pass were moving around frequently, and there might be changes. All of a sudden, all kinds of information quickly spread to the capital, and the Great Yan court suddenly became tense. In the past three days, Nalan's illness has been repeated several times, and the southeast hall is gloomy and desolate. That night, Nalan, who hadn't stayed in the bed for three days, suddenly sat up and asked Wenyuan to bring her brocade box from the cabinet. Wen Yuan originally wanted to persuade her not to worry about it, but seeing her determined expression, she dared not say anything more. A sandalwood-colored brocade box, which looked very old, was not heavy, and it was light and light in the hand. It was unknown what valuables were inside, but three locks were locked side by side. Wen Yuan used a handkerchief bullet to remove the dust on the surface of the box, and coughed involuntarily. The dust had already accumulated very thickly, and she didn't know how long it had been left there. Nalan took the box, looked at it silently for a while, then picked up three keys from under the pillow, and opened the box. Wen Yuan stretched her neck, and saw that the box contained a thick stack of letters, many of which were yellowed and looked very old.She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, and frowned in wonder. "Wenyuan, go get a brazier and come in." "Ma'am, what do you want the brazier for?" Nalan pointed to the letters and said, "Burn these." "Ah? Burned?" Wen Yuan was taken aback. Although she didn't know who wrote these letters, she knew that they must be very important just by looking at the place where the queen put them. Burn it?" Nalan was thoughtful, and said softly: "If you don't burn it, will you leave it to others to feel sad and guilty?" Wen Yuan obviously didn't understand, but she walked out obediently. After a while, a brazier was brought in, and the charcoal fire was crackling and warm. "Wenyuan, you go out first." Wen Yuan nodded: "Yes, if you have something to do, you can call me a servant girl." The hall door was closed, and the hall became quiet again.Nalan picked up the thick stack of letters, rubbed her pale fingers over the letter papers she had read countless times, and her eyes gradually softened. Yes, my aunt was right, she was a coward. The dignity of the eldest princess, the national style of Huai Song Dynasty, and Nalan's surname are all fake and self-deceiving.She was just afraid, she just didn't have the guts, she just didn't dare to take that step. He doesn't know everything, so when she sees that he misses Xuanmo and takes good care of Yushu and Yong'er, she will feel sweet, and she will feel that he still values ​​her righteous brother, and she will know that she is He still has a place in his heart. But once he knew everything, but didn't fall in love with her, how could it make her feel uncomfortable? She was afraid, she didn't have the courage, and she was afraid that after everything was revealed, he would only be slightly shocked, but unable to respond to the emotion she expected.She was afraid that after she put all her eggs in one basket, she would still not be able to compete with the person in his heart.She is afraid that after the truth is presented, she is still doomed to fail, but she doesn't even have the right to continue to fantasize and dream. At least now, she can lie to herself that she is as important as that person. Look, she is such a cowardly person, knowing that she is deceiving herself, but she still insists stubbornly. But what can I do?Her love is a tree that does not bear fruit. She is afraid of the moment when autumn comes, so she stubbornly stays in spring and summer, so that she does not have to face the bleak ending. She picked up a piece of yellowed letter paper, dripping with ink, and raised her hand high, with pale and slender fingertips.The letter paper has been placed for a long time, and it has become thin and brittle, making a crisp sound. Suddenly, Nalan let go of his hand lightly, the letter paper slipped, and the tongue of fire in the brazier suddenly rose, and all of a sudden, the paper that she had cherished for many, many years The letter was swallowed, and turned into fly ash in an instant. When she sent Xuan Mo to the southeast, she didn't want to kill him, nor did she want to seize his military power. At that time Huai Song was weak and the armies of all parties were ready to move. She intended to use Yanbei's power to save Nalan's family and save the people of Huai Song in case of emergency, but those courtiers who were interested in the country and loyal to the country refused to agree.At that time, whoever dedicates the country will be a traitor to the country, and whoever will be infamous for thousands of years will never be able to stand up again.She just didn't want the Xuanwang Mansion who had been loyal for generations to bear this infamy for her, so she transferred him far away from the center.And I was afraid that his soldiers would make some noise. If the subordinates came together to speak out, even if Xuan Mo refused to agree, in the future when Yan Xun was in power, the ministers of Yanbei would accuse Xuan Mo Luo of crimes, so she transferred his subordinates , Let him take command of the southeast navy office that has nothing to do with him. However, she had done all her calculations, and she never expected that the bandits in the southeast would take advantage of the civil strife in Huai Song Dynasty to join forces to attack the southeast yamen. She also didn't expect that Xuan Mo, as a majestic prince, would personally put on armor and charge to kill the enemy. Thinking about it, she will have today, which is also retribution. She has been in politics for many years, and her hands are stained with blood countless times. With one imperial decree, thousands of heads will fall to the ground.She has never had any regrets, she understands, she understands everything. So, when she saw that he was counting the days to come to her palace every month, she suddenly understood that he didn't want her to bear him a child. Even though she once promised Huai Song's officials in order to stabilize the government and the public, she would definitely keep the status of Song officials, and the next generation of Emperor Yan would have Huai Song's flesh and blood.But in this matter, she was unwilling to force her, nor did she want to label everything about them as political. This is the only willful time in her life. After every lucky encounter in the future, she would swallow the bitter medicine and kill all his worries.Until later, he came less and less frequently, and now, he has not spent the night in the Southeast Hall for two years. All her life, what she wanted was like quicksand at the fingertips, the more she wanted to hold it tightly, the more it disappeared in the palm of her hand. Now, there is nothing left. The flames spread, letters were engulfed by the flames, and the fire burned the last evidence of their acquaintance, little by little, together with her fragmented life, were burned. Some love is sweet, but some love is a burden. She has let down Xuanmo herself, and she has been guilty all her life. Now that she is about to die, why let him know everything, and then feel guilty for her all her life? His life has been bitter enough, so why should she sprinkle another handful of salt on the numerous wounds? Burn it, burn it all. Everyone in the world talks about wealth, honor, and power, but she is the only one who knows, and only she sees, what kind of scarred heart is hidden under the beautiful eyes. It's not that I don't love enough, I just can't afford to love. She is the same as him, with too many responsibilities and missions on her shoulders, she can't afford to be willful, impulsive, passionate, or naive. Burn it, burn it all... Thick smoke rose, she began to cough in a low voice, and the fishy hot liquid slowly flowed down.Vaguely, it seems that the spring flowers are still blooming that year, and the white pears, powder and apricots are flying like the clouds in the early morning. He is standing in the spring garden in March with fluttering skirts. She rushed in rashly, with slender eyebrows and bright eyes, and asked with a light smile, "Have you lost your way? Which palace?" She was dressed in men's clothing, her face was flushed, she mustered up the courage to speak, but her voice was still very small: "I, I am the son of King Anling of Huai Song Dynasty, my name is Xuan Mo..." Maybe, it was wrong in the first place. In the youthful spring, the bright morning light, after all, was covered with heavy dust and dust by the smoke and dust of this chaotic world.The sky is clear and clear, but it is no longer the clouds and colorful clouds of that day. The invisible sword, light and sword shadow have cut away the youth and innocence of the past, and what is left is nothing but ruins, shining dark yellow spots in the dark night, which is ridiculous. Those simple years that passed away, stubbornly never forget. In his life, there are only two people who are the most important, one has already been exiled by him, and the other will eventually become his most beloved brother, living in the softest place in his heart forever. It's a pity that neither of these two people is her. The hall was brightly lit, but to her, it seemed to be separated by a layer of dark red veil, ignorant and gloomy, dim and dull. In this life, with perseverance and perseverance, after several trials and hardships, it finally turned into a silent pain, falling in the cold and silent palace.Thousands of creatures and bloody winds are quietly turned by a pair of bare hands. Looking back now, I only feel tired and ups and downs. The moment of youth, floating like a dream, suddenly fell into the vast and boundless ruins. The letter in the palm suddenly fell like snowflakes, fluttered gently, and scattered all over the ground. The black ash in the brazier rolled up, whistling, and sped up faintly, spitting out pale tongues of fire. She smiled bewilderedly, and lowered her wrist silently. In the fifth year of Kaiyuan, Emperor Taizu of Yan, on the fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, on the night of heavy snow, Empress Nalan's family died in the southeast hall of Yanli Palace. "emperor." The servant whispered behind him, "I found it." Yan Xun turned around slowly, the southeast hall is empty now, there is no one in the main hall, the queen's funeral is over, the old people in the southeast hall have been assigned to different palaces, only two old people are left here The servant is in charge of cleaning in the morning and evening. Opening the lid of the box, it was a black-gold robe, embroidered with a blue cloud pattern, with small groups of blessing characters on the two lapels, which looked simple and luxurious, but there was a hole at the left cuff, which had been sewn up. If you don’t look carefully, you can almost see not come out. Yan Xun stood there, watched silently for a long time, finally raised his head, handed the clothes to the servant, and said, "Go back to the palace." "yes." 一众下人跟在他的身后，大殿的门大敞开，寒冷的风吹进来，扬起满地细小的灰尘，殿外的阳光有些刺眼，他微微眯起双眼，站在门前，突然回过头去，看向深深帷幔后的那方软榻，似乎还是一月前，她坐在那里，轻声的问：“今天晚上，臣妾吩咐厨房多做几样好菜，皇上你，还来吗？” 皇上你，还来吗？ 阳光刺入眼底，让他的心突然变得荒凉。 仅仅是一时的耽搁，不想，却成了永别。 他的眉轻轻的皱起，又缓缓松开，一点一点的，消泯了那丝悲凉之气。 抬脚就要走，突然嗅到远处有一丝烟尘之气，他转头看去，却是极远处的一个拐角，一名小宫女蹲在那，正在烧着什么。 他微微一愣，带人就走过去。 那名宫女见了他，顿时一惊，整个人跳起来，连忙跪在地上请安。 燕洵看着她，微微皱起眉，说道：“你是以前皇后宫里的文媛？” “是，奴婢是。” “为何在这？” “这是皇后娘娘的旧物，娘娘去前说过要将这些杂物都烧掉，这些日子奴婢被调到了安嫔娘娘处，一直没有时间回来，今天得了空，就回来料理一下。” 燕洵见文媛穿着一身低等奴婢的衣衫，脖颈上还有淡淡的红痕，知道皇后去了之后，她宫里的旧人定是在别处受了欺负。默想了片刻，问道：“你家在何处？” 文媛一愣，没想到皇上会问起这个，连忙答道：“奴婢是跟随皇后娘娘来的，奴婢的家在宋地。” “家中可还有人？” “回皇上的话，家中还有老父老母，三个兄长，两个姐姐，一个妹妹。” 燕洵点了点头，对一旁的下人交代道：“传令司奴局，赐她四品兆荣女官之位，享正五品朝官俸禄，另赐黄金百两，即日就出宫，送她回乡吧。” “是，奴才记住了。” 文媛似乎是听傻了，就那么跪在那里，久久也不说话。反而是那名内侍笑着说道：“兆荣女官，高兴地傻了，还不领旨谢恩？” 文媛的眼泪顿时夺眶而出，一个头就磕在地上，大声叫道：“多谢皇上天恩，多谢皇上天恩。” 燕洵也不做声，目光在那满地白纸上淡淡扫过，终于就这么的，转身而去。 雪已经停了，天空那么蓝，蓝的如一汪碧水，风从远处吹来，卷起一张信笺，就那么轻飘飘的飞起，穿过火舌，信尾曲卷，微微烧了起来。那封信就那么飘荡在风中，向着那人远去的方向追去。 很多年前，在一盏孤灯之下，垂死的将军用尽最后的心力，勉力提笔，写了这封信。这封信经过了很多人的手，然而却没有任何人觉得不妥。那不过是写给燕北大皇的一封普通信件，上面详述了怀宋在大夏边境的屯兵兵力，后方常驻军队，各位边境将军的脾气秉性和优点缺点。 然而，当今世上，能看懂这封信的只有三个人，而其中的两个，都已经不在了。 刚劲有力，笔走龙蛇，上书玄墨的大名和印玺，可是字迹，却绝不是那个与燕洵写了很多年信的故人。 风继续吹，那封信追在燕洵的身后，盘旋着，飞舞着，火舌一点点的从后面蔓延上来，烧过了信头，烧过了问好，烧过了请安，烧过了一半…… 风突然猛了起来，那封信呼的一下高高的飞起来，眼看着就要越过前面那人的身影。然而这时，一棵梨树突兀的出现在眼前，信纸高高的挂在梨树之上，只差一个身位，就能赶到那人的前面。 燕洵却微微一愣，他静静的看着那棵树。想起来小时候，他就是在这里，第一次见到玄墨，那时的他迷了路，傻乎乎的到处乱走，一张小脸急的通红，像个害羞的小姑娘。 "emperor?" 内侍轻轻的叫：“皇上？” 燕洵回过神，嗯了一声，转头就向着宫门而去。 火舌一点点蔓延而上，在那株梨树的阻拦下，将那封延迟了五年都没能送出去的书信，一点点的吞没。终于，只剩下一段软软的黑灰，挂在树梢之上，风过处，扑朔朔的零落成万千飞灰。 极远处，仍旧在哭泣的小宫女拾起地上的其他信件，全都倒进火盆里，大火呼啦一声烧的老高，扬起鲜红的火焰。 纵然情深，奈何缘浅。 曾经是这样，从来，都是这样。 史料： 开元六年，纳兰皇后寝陵竣工，坐落于燕北落日以南。 二十三年后，燕太祖驾崩，葬入太极陵，太极陵位于落日山以北，与纳兰皇后陵寝遥遥相望。 赤水支流铅华江流经此地，贯通两陵，因寒冬飘雪，落于江面之上，类似梨花，当地人又称此江为“梨花江”。