Chapter 2312 [Shangxie] Long Loneliness

It's winter again.

It is snowing outside the window.

The emperor, with a more mature look than before, looked up at the sky, thinking of something, and suddenly asked:

"Does it snow in Penglai in winter?"

Lian Tang hesitated for a moment and lowered his head:

"They say it will, but it will be just light snow, like raindrops."

The emperor was silent for a moment, then said softly:

"That's good."

Lian Tang was speechless for a long time.

He looked up at the emperor's back. He was tall and straight, and everyone had predicted that he would become the eternal emperor who would unify the continent. But every time Lian Tang saw him, he always felt lonely.

It is the loneliness that emanates from the bones, deep in the soul and eyes.

In fact, he should have been accustomed to the emperor's appearance long ago, but perhaps it was because he had seen with his own eyes what that person looked like when he was with him. Even if he said nothing, did nothing, and just stayed there quietly, it would make people feel peaceful and beautiful.

But ever since that person left, the emperor fell into a loneliness that became more and more severe day by day.

It was a little better on the battlefield, always surrounded by the bustling and noisy military camp, but every time he returned to the palace, he watched the emperor's silent back as he walked into the Purple Palace every night, and he always felt that the palace was a huge beast's mouth, trying to swallow him into the endless and silent darkness.

He and Qingze had advised the emperor many times, hoping that he would put aside the war for the time being and go meet that person, even if it was just from a distance.

But he never agreed.

Lian Tang also turned his gaze to the window.

The snow in the capital was as heavy as goose feathers, just like in previous years, and soon covered the palace in crystal white.

Lian Tang looked at it and recalled the year when he saw the silhouette of a distant roof in the snow.

That was the last time the emperor saw Xia Fuyi.

And it has been seven years since that day.

Lian Tang lowered his head and let out a long, sad sigh in his heart.

When he was leaving, he saw Qingze leaning against the wall, holding a sword, and walked down the long stairs with him.

"Let's go out of the palace and have a drink."

Lian Tang suggested, but Qingze shook his head:

"I have to go to the military camp at night."

Lian Tang could only sigh and walked silently within the palace walls. After a moment of silence, he suddenly spoke:

"Sometimes I even want to go and beg Miss Xia to come back. Every time I see His Majesty like this, I'm always terrified, afraid that one day he will stop talking."

After a pause, he continued:

"Now every day I look forward to the Xuanyi Guards sent to Miss Xia to return with a letter soon. Only when he sees the letter will His Majesty look like a normal, breathing person."

Qingze listened quietly, and after he finished speaking, he said softly:

"There's no point in saying this."

He said:

"All we can do is end each war as quickly as possible, because that's all His Majesty wants to do right now."

In front of him was a big red door. As Qingze spoke, Lian Tang stared at the door and suddenly became a little dazed.

Seven years ago, when Miss Xia came back with the antidote for Huang Liang, she left through this door.

He looked at the door, and the image of the beautiful yet cold woman standing in front of the door and looking back seemed to appear before his eyes again.

Behind her was the vermilion palace gate, and further away was the azure sky and rolling mountains.

At that time, when he looked at this scene, although he felt sad for the emperor, he also believed that what he said was right.

How could the freest and most unrestrained wind on the top of Mount Taixu be trapped within the small palace walls?

However, what Lian Tang didn't expect was that he would hear the second half of this sentence a few years later.