Empty White
Snow falls in Xiaohan.
That day was both the anniversary of the death and the birthday of the living.
The snow is as white as in previous years.
It fell from the sky, freezing cold.
Great revenge has been taken.
My heart is full of joy, and my blood is boiling.
Taiji Palace is deserted and cold.
Walking on Suzaku Street and riding through the Imperial City, I have made up my mind to become a slave in Taiji Palace from now on.
There were no candles lit in the Yongle Hall that day.
The light is dim, and a tyrant ruler is in the palace.
I pushed the door open and walked in. The skylight came into the hall, and the snow was hazy.
The bloody light of the snowy day followed me, offending him wantonly and stabbing his face.
The emperor is incompetent and is on his sickbed.
He was without a crown or hairpin, his hair was disheveled, and he had no energy left. He only looked sick and morbid...
Hair is fragile and life is in danger. I pity his unfortunate fate as an emperor, and I hate him for taking the life of my loved one.
Without the saintly appearance, the emperor's dignity would be disturbed...
Your Majesty has been waiting for a long time.
There was resentment, hatred, anger and unwillingness on his face.
All the king's emotions, true and genuine, no longer concealed, everything, already existed above the emperor's face, and had existed for a long time...
At first, the tyrant didn't look at me.
I only have eyes for him, I only look at this dying king.
Later, he slowly looked at me, with thousands of words stuck in the emperor's heart. His face was pale, his lips were bright red, and he was frighteningly cold and freezing to death.
He wore the most ordinary robe, and as the Son of Heaven, he alone dealt with the life and death of ordinary people.
Her beauty remains intact, yet she is still extremely gorgeous.
His plaything was lost.
His Majesty overthrew the world, but no trace of him could be found, and no body could be found. He was toyed with by the bastard he despised the most... He was so angry that his heart was broken and his internal organs were destroyed.
The emperor is dying.
The emperor, honored with gold and jade, is surrounded by people, but why do you always make things difficult for me, Crane slave?
He had to pay the price for playing with the raccoon dog that bit someone to death and refused to admit its guilt.
This time, Henu lost, he lost completely, he lost his life to me.
Ah Yan, come here...
He looked at me, he called me over, he was like the King of Hell, luring me into hell.
Death will devour him, and the intention of death will also shock me.
I couldn't hear, but I saw every word he wrote with his own blood.
I am afraid of imperial power and I am afraid of the emperor.
Everything is ordered by me, and everything is done by me.
The murder of my relatives has been avenged, and if I go to hell, I will go to hell. I cast aside my fear and move forward.
On that day and at that moment, in the Yongle Hall of Taiji Palace, there were only me and the tyrant emperor.
When I approached, His Majesty raised a dagger. At that moment, I thought he was going to kill me. I thought He Nu wanted me to commit suicide. He was going to die soon, and I thought he wanted me to pay with my life.
I was unwilling, but there was nothing I could do.
No, he put the knife in my hand.
"Take it and kill me."
He spoke viciously in my ear.
He hated it so much.
He was extremely resentful.
He wanted me to kill him.
He seemed crazy.
I touched the knife and pulled it out halfway. The cold light of the sword shone on He Nu and me, and reflected on our faces.
This is a precious sword, the blade is sharp, not dull or bent.
A murderous weapon, a weapon for killing kings.
As long as he lives, he is like wormwood.
"If I die, can the grudge between you and me in this life end?"
Blood weaves tears, and tears replenish blood.
"Will you forgive me?"
"Stop hating me? Or try something else?"
He asked suddenly.
The precious sword does not come out and sheds blood. It returns to its sheath, and the cold light of the sword returns home.
"No……"
"No……"
"No……"
"no way……"
"No, I won't kill you!"
I answered.
"Why?"
He held my hand and I couldn't escape.
"Tell me, why?"
"Aren't you hoping for my death? The knife is in your hand, and you don't kill me. Don't you feel a little reluctant?"
He questioned me with tears and blood.
I am certainly happy to be able to kill my enemy with my own hands, but his death is already decided. What difference does it make whether he kills me or not?
That day, I refused to take action because I wanted to let him live a few more days and suffer more from the pain.
One more day of life brings more pain.
"Your Majesty is in poor health and will soon pass away. If I kill the emperor, wouldn't that dirty my hands?"
I didn't look at him, I just lowered my eyes to look at the sword.
After I finished speaking, his tears fell and dripped into the palm of my hand.
Lonely crying accompanied by bitter smile and sigh.
"Then why are you crying? Who are you crying for?"
I shed tears, I cried.
The tyrant emperor took my tears and asked me with a choked look.
I don't know why, but I shed two tears.
Why am I crying? Why am I shedding tears?
It's ridiculous. I shouldn't cry, let alone shed tears.
It snowed heavily that day, Chang'an was freezing cold, and the wind and snow blew a few tears out of my eyes.
Yes, it’s cold and it’s snowing.
It's not why it falls, nor for whom it flows.
"It's the wind."
I looked at him and told him the answer.
His tears and blood grew heavier, and his speech became more and more confused and nonsense.
The tyrant looked stubborn, holding my face in his hands. There was seriousness hidden in his madness, and sincerity in his rage.
"Ayan, in my next life, I won't be an emperor, I won't be a son of heaven, will you..."
He suddenly became flustered, his expression changed, and he talked to himself.
"No... You won't. I won't be the emperor, I won't be the son of heaven. You will just kill me immediately..."
He pinched my face and asked himself questions and answered them.
"In my next life, I will only be an emperor, I will still be a saint, I will still be the Son of Heaven!"
He Nu fell ill in his prime and will not live long.
His life was only a little over twenty years long, and he hated that his life was as short as daylight. He wished he could be the emperor forever for thousands of years.
The Li family emperor angrily swore an oath in front of me.
In his next life, He Nu swore that he would still be the emperor.
From birth to death, the thing that Li Junqing could not let go of the most was his supreme throne.
Next life, next life.
He talked about his next life, and I talked about mine.
"Li Junqing, if there really is an afterlife, even if you become the emperor again, I will not let you go!"
He holds on to the imperial power and refuses to let go, and I hold on to his life and refuse to let go.
"Why?"
He laughed out loud, he was actually very happy, he asked with joy.
"Why?"
"Your Majesty, don't you know?"
He laughed and I was furious.
"I don't know, Ah Yan, can you tell me why?"
The emperor was eager to know the truth from me. He was in great pain, and his life was shattering piece by piece before my eyes.
He Nu was very ill, and I could shake him off with a strong push.
"Mother, Zhaoyang, those are two lives. Killing someone means paying with a life, one life for another. Although you are the Son of Heaven, you can only exchange your life for one. In this life, you still owe me one life. In the next life, if I have the opportunity to pay homage to Your Majesty, I will kill you again... and avenge my revenge in this life..."
I threw off the restraints, turned my back, and opened my heart to let it all out.
What I said was neither official jargon nor flattery.
Your Majesty, how can you please listen to this?
My true words offend the emperor and anger his majesty.
"Yan Bingli... Yan Bingli... You have devoted your life to filial piety. I, too, have spent my entire life lying on the ice begging for carp... Bingli, Yan Bingli, I changed your name. I fulfilled my prophecy. I asked for it all myself. All my likes and dislikes are my own fault..."
Because of my words, the energy that His Majesty had just gathered together suddenly collapsed.
The sound was shrill, the saint was crying and laughing at the same time, and his madness intensified.
"roll……"
He Nu's blood and tears mixed together, and he threw his precious sword.
"Get lost..."
He pointed to the gate of Yongle Hall.
"Get out of Taiji Palace..."
He pointed outside Chang'an.
"Get out of Chang'an City immediately..."
Your Majesty has issued an edict, he drove me out and told me to get out of Jingzhao.
"Yan Bingqing, I tell you, without the emperor's decree, you are not allowed to return to Chang'an in this lifetime..."
The tyrant emperor lay on his sickbed, his blood staining his dragon bed red.
I kneel. I bow. I accept the imperial decree. I kowtow in gratitude for the grace of Heaven.
The emperor was so angry that he didn't kill me or send me to the Ye Ting Palace. He just drove me out of Chang'an City.
To me, this is neither a reward nor a punishment.
At that moment, I felt a little guilty, but in the end, I still said something soft to He Nu.
"Your Majesty is the most noble Son of Heaven, and I am only the most humble servant. This life is short and bitter, nothing but a mistake, a lifetime of error. In the next life, Your Majesty and I will not have another afterlife... We will never meet again, and there will be no hatred..."
His life ends, and my hatred ceases.
There is no solution in life, and death is the end. I will give in and reconcile with you.
This was the last sentence I said to the Emperor of the Li family when I left Chang'an City and Taiji Palace that year.
I turned around, pulled back my skirt, and immediately left Yongle Hall.
The saint fell from the dragon bed, and the palace servants filed in.
I left Yongle Palace, went to Xingqing Palace, and finally paid homage to the Empress Dowager.
Xingqing Palace, my crimes are too numerous to list. I killed her son. Empress Dowager Feng refused to see me. She hated and blamed me, and I had no way to defend myself.
I was shameless and still knelt down to thank the Empress Dowager for her education.
Heavy snow fell, and the sky was dim.
The hem of my skirt is stained with blood, like blood-red crape myrtle flowers, which, like the lifespan of Ziwei, are slowly turning black and old...
The snow is hazy, the heavy snow penetrates the clothes, and the cold air hits the body.
That day, in front of the gate of Xingqing Palace, I met Tang Gongzheng, and I also met Wuguizi and Wuchenzi.
I was confused and puzzled, and Tang Gong was answering my questions.
"They are His Majesty's new beauties, Lady Zhang and Lady Wang."
It turns out that Wuguizi's surname is Zhang and Wuchenzi's surname is Wang.
They are Zhang Cairen and Wang Cainu.
On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, it was not Namo Tanwu.
Your Majesty likes Wuchenzi and loves Wuguizi.
It turns out that Namo and Tanwu's vigilance and caution were not a joke.
I was in Guanyin Zen Temple, blinded by hatred. There was no sun or moon in the mountains, and I could never truly understand people's hearts.
My steps, which should have been forward, quickly retreated with the sound of drums and the dimming light of the sky.
On the day of Xiaohan, I finally walked out of the Li Family Tai Chi Palace in the heavy snow before the palace gate was locked.
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