Chapter 184
Wang Jiazhi had been absorbed in writing these days. Although she had a lot of ideas flowing and wanted to write, she was feeling a little weak. She especially liked to write at night, writing until dawn before going to bed, and this reversal of day and night made her even more exhausted.
Every time she had to go to bed, she was reluctant to go because she wanted to continue writing.
She finally felt better these days because she could finally distract herself.
Fortunately, it was not a new adaptation with a historical prototype, so she didn't need to look for information for the time being, otherwise she would have no information at hand.
She had just woken up at noon when the tailor on the second floor knocked on her door and handed her some summer clothes. Not long after, the fruit seller on the first floor came over with two cakes, one strawberry and one chocolate.
Her family probably saw her aunt buying things for her, so they could earn some pocket money and told her that they could ask their son to bring things from the city. Her son can now come back once every one or two weeks.
Because this aunt still had some complaints, even though the things they purchased did not conflict.
"Let's not eat this kind of Western snacks. They're really expensive."
Wang Jiazhi smiled.
In fact, she couldn't eat anything, but the tailor sister repeatedly told her that she didn't want to offend her neighbors.
She tried it on and the dress was fine, the waist was loose.
"This cat is more blessed than humans."
Sister Fruit looked at the kitten who was busy eating the fish she had left.
She was getting thinner and thinner, but the cat gained weight in just a few days after eating leftovers.
Wang Jiazhi thought, yes, so many people can't even get compound noodles or relief rice. I'm really wasting resources.
In the second half of the night, she went out alone and sat under the rose. The petals fell on her, and a full moon was quietly reflected on the river.
The story was finally finished, but she felt empty inside again.
She didn't know how long she stayed there, until daybreak, when the shops on the shore removed their boards, and then she went back.
Many years later, he suddenly realized that he didn't understand what love was at all.
He continued to argue with her, quarrel with her and lose his temper with her, but they never separated.
Sometimes he would get so upset that she would disappear, and people would think she couldn't stand his torture and went back to her hometown in the Central Plains. Every time he would look for her, but he never found her.
But no matter how long she's gone, one day, she'll come back.
As time went by, he stopped making trouble, and the two of them lived their lives like that day by day.
Her prestige was very high. Although she had no official title, the ministers and the people all assumed that she was the Empress. Several concubines were not favored by the emperor and were sent out of the palace to marry after a few years.
Zhuma was unwilling to give in. At the critical moment of the war between the two countries, she surrendered to the enemy camp and asked the enemy commander to take her as a hostage and the girl in exchange.
After a lot of torture and struggle, he finally felt that he should exchange the girl for his childhood sweetheart.
The girl was so beautiful, she knew what she was going to face, and she accepted his choice calmly.
His childhood sweetheart had tears in his eyes; after all, he loved himself the most.
Of course, the girl had her own ways. Although she was covered in wounds when she escaped from the enemy camp, she still managed to preserve her chastity.
But this time, she left and never came back.
One snowy day, she miraculously met him in her hometown.
She went back with him again.
He built a palace in the most secluded mountains, and planted it with her favorite red roses. There were only the two of them there, and he no longer had to think about what he should do. Those days were the happiest and happiest time of their lives.
But eventually, they still had to leave there.
In this way, they experienced twelve years together.
She assisted him in annexing the surrounding countries, and the country became strong enough to rule the Central Plains.
This year, Zhuma poisoned her husband and became a legitimate widow. She came back to him to ask for the position of queen that was rightfully hers.
He felt that he should give his childhood sweetheart the recognition she deserved.
He also felt that no matter what, she loved him so much that she would come back.
She left the palace calmly and smiled at the ministers and palace maids who tried to keep her.
She walked a long way until she came to a place full of red roses. When she got there, her belly was already very big.
She wasn't desperate. Nothing in her life could bring her down. She was just tired. Every time she thought they were all set and there would be no more setbacks, she was always disappointed.
She was very tired, very tired. This life of less than thirty years was too tiring. In this life, she was a legend in the world, and the relationship that had tormented her all her life would never become a stain on her.
What's wrong with ending at the most brilliant moment of my life?
He didn't expect that she didn't leave him a word, and didn't even want him to know that she was dead.
His family was an anomaly in the imperial family. Every prince was power-hungry and would kill his father, mother, brothers, and younger brothers for the throne. There was nothing he wouldn't do.
But they were all love-struck, and only had one empress, not concubines. For several generations of monarchs, there was only one empress in the harem, and the palace people only knew that there were concubines below the empress, and they didn't know what else there was.
His parents arranged a marriage for him when he was young. He liked his childhood sweetheart and thought he loved her.
He had murdered his father and brother to gain the throne, but he remained a man of the old ways. Coveting the world was natural, and using any means necessary to secure it was natural. He simply did what had always been done, what all his predecessors should have done. His entire life was a matter of "should."
Just like his feelings, he likes his childhood sweetheart, who is of noble birth, gentle, virtuous and elegant, and he feels he should love her.
He mistook liking for love, and when he actually encountered love, he mistook that love for liking.
It's not that he doesn't have the ability to distinguish, but his conservativeness makes him dare not think that way. He just deceives himself by saying that he doesn't love her. In the rest of his life, he keeps doing what he thinks he should do, and finally loses her forever because of this "should".
He did not die, but left the palace, wandered and practiced asceticism for twelve years, and then died in the valley full of roses.
He knew the sorcerer was lying to him, and that even if he traveled thousands of miles, she would never come back to life. But he knew he had no right to die like that.
Before he died, he remembered her saying, "It would be nice if I could stay there forever."
Wang Jiazhi didn't dare write anything too unconventional; this was her most terrifying experience. In the past, she considered stealing someone else's husband, as the heroine did, to be a terrible thing. But things are different now. Fate accounts for only a small portion of human tragedy; the vast majority are man-made. If everyone had a conscience and wouldn't harm others, how could there be so much tragedy in the world? It's because so many people are evil and lack conscience.
It seems like Kuang Yumin and the others, so many people are bad together.
The girl just wanted someone who loved her. How could it be such a big sin?
Kuang Yumin and others committed such great sins, but they are still alive and well, and no one died.
After writing this article, Wang Jiazhi felt the urge to submit it for publication. She used a pseudonym and did not write an address, probably because there was nothing else to do.
But after trying to invest several times, I still felt uneasy.
If he were around, she wouldn't show it to him. He would definitely think she was stupid. No emperor would give up everything for a woman, let alone an emperor, even ordinary people would probably find it difficult.
But she wanted to write like this. Since most of the people in reality are lovesick women, then in the imaginary world of words, why can't men be lovesick for once? Let men also be tortured and bruised all over, and suffer unbearable pain for once.
Wang Jiazhi realized that this was a severe revenge in writing for the torture she had suffered in the past few days.
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