Sun Di looked at him and said quietly: "If you want to see the foundation of the Tang Dynasty destroyed and become the eternal sinner of the Tang Dynasty, you might as well tell others what I just said. We are colleagues. I don't blame you for being heartless and ungrateful. I only blame my thoughts that cannot be understood by the world."
"But, you want Lord Chu to... aren't you ruining her life?"
Sun Di shook his head and smiled, patted Tie You's shoulder and said calmly: "Although I believe that Lord Chu has no ambitions, I can't help but be on guard against others. If Zhuge Yue really marries her in the future, will we have to let the wife of the King of Qinghai be the regent of our Tang Dynasty?"
The moon was bright in the sky, casting silver on the ground. The man turned around and left with his head held high. His voice came from afar, with a hint of unspeakable sadness, "How can the road of the emperor allow for the mercy of a woman? The hell is deep and no one dares to go there, so let me go alone..."
The moon's shadow is tilted, the autumn wind blows vastly, and the ground is covered with autumn leaves of sycamore trees, with a sense of quietness.
Mi Heju is still as deserted as before, but now it has become the most popular place in the entire Jinwu Palace. At least there are still people walking around, while it is said that even night birds are unwilling to land in other places.
The Jinwu Palace suddenly became quiet. There was no more singing and dancing, no more banquets, no more Donghu dancers with honey-colored skin and blue eyes, and no more actors and actresses singing all night long.
The whole palace became lonely. Even the nightingales tactfully flew away from the silent palace. The palace suddenly became so quiet that one could even hear one's own breathing while walking.
Everyone lives in silence, as if any louder noise would alarm the souls of the recently dead who have yet to dissipate.
The white banners and white silk in the palace were like snow-white women's arms. Vaguely, the splendor, prosperity and extravagance of this place not long ago flashed before my eyes again. However, in the blink of an eye, everything returned to dust and disappeared.
Everything is thinking of that person, including the rolling sycamore trees and clear water, every flying eaves and brackets, and every rockery in the courtyard.
The emperor had just fallen asleep, lying on Chu Qiao's bed. The child witnessed Empress Dowager Yuan committing suicide that day and had not had a good sleep for many days. At this moment, his little brows were still tightly furrowed, as if he was afraid even in his sleep. Prince Rong was lying in a cradle beside him, sleeping soundly with a smile on his face, just like his father.
Chu Qiao sat in front of the window, not feeling sleepy at all. A white candle was burning quietly, with wax dripping down. Under the flame, there was a faint hint of crimson, as if rouge rolled down from a woman's tears.
In her hand she held a thick stack of letters, all sealed and unopened.
I have been sitting like that for more than two hours.
Sun Di's words echoed in her mind again. She slowly turned around and looked at the two young children. Looking at their familiar eyes and brows, she couldn't help feeling confused.
"What a cunning guy." A faint smile crossed Chu Qiao's lips, as if she remembered the man's curved eyes again, and his flying eyebrows and cunning mouth corners when he said those last words.
This man is so smart that he is almost a demon. In the blink of an eye, he has calculated almost everyone in the world. But why did such a person miss out on himself?
Zhuge Yue will be very angry, what will be written in this letter? Will you scold her angrily? Blame her? Or will he give her earnest instructions?
Maybe all of them happen. She vaguely remembered what he said to her that night. At that time, the osmanthus tree was swaying gently, and the moonlight was bright. He turned his head to look at her, his eyes were so clear and handsome, and he asked slowly: "The road has not yet reached the end, and there may be other variables. Are you afraid?"
The wind was so gentle and the weather was warm. Her sleeves were blown up by the wind, like a butterfly about to fly. She put aside all her worries at that moment, chuckled quietly and said she was not afraid, and then he smiled gently. That was extremely rare. There was no embarrassment, no anger, no bickering, no argument. He smiled at her from the bottom of his heart, then slowly bent his head under the moonlight and kissed her gently on the lips. His strong arms wrapped around her waist, his lips and teeth caressing her softness and fragrance, sucking in the sweetness he had longed for for many years.
For them, the years have been a torture and division like a thousand cuts. Their fate is empty and vast, like a raging wildfire burning through the wilderness, which can never be extinguished or quenched. There will never be peace and tranquility.
She slowly reached out her hand, picked up the letter, and placed it over the candlelight. The flames burned high, causing the envelope to curl slightly and gradually turn yellow. The flames spread and eventually turned into black ash.
There are still too many pairs of eyes in this dead silent palace.
When Sun Di came the next day, Chu Qiao had already finished washing and dressing up. She was wearing a solemn crimson dress with gold weaving. A long collar with a golden lily hung down across her chest, looking golden and brilliant.
Sun Di glanced at Chu Qiao and seemed a little stunned. After a while, a smile suddenly appeared on his lips: "It seems that the girl has figured it out."
The woman sat in the main seat in the main hall, the morning sun shining on her, a light that made people dare not look directly at her. Wearing such gorgeous clothes, the sharpness between her eyebrows and eyes did not diminish at all, but instead she looked even more graceful. She looked at Sun Di steadily, and said slowly in a cold voice: "Fortunately, I guess I didn't disappoint Lord Sun."
Sun Di's heart suddenly trembled, but he still lowered his head calmly, "Miss, you are too kind."
Chu Qiao said nothing more, and waved her hand coldly, "I think you already have an idea in your mind, how to handle it is left to you."
"Yes, I will live up to your trust."
In a flash, the address was changed. Chu Qiao turned her head away and even sneered with difficulty.
Sun Di hesitated for a moment, then tentatively said, "Three days later, it will be an auspicious day."
"Three days?" Chu Qiao raised her eyebrows slightly, "Isn't that too fast?"
"No problem. I will urge the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Works to speed up preparations."
"What about the imperial edict and imperial decree?"
Sun Di smiled slightly and said complacently, "Miss, have you forgotten? The imperial edict that the late emperor gave to you to confer the title of princess has not yet been filled in with the title. With a slight modification, it will be done. There will be no error in the time. After all, it was written by the late emperor himself, and the ministers will be more convinced. In addition, with the lady's current power, no one will dare to object."
"Oh, you've thought it through very carefully." Chu Qiao said indifferently.
Sun Di felt a sudden chill on his spine, and said in a deep voice: "Then I will go down and prepare now."
"Yeah." Chu Qiao nodded lightly, looking quite tired.
Sun Di turned around and left in a hurry. Just as he was about to step out of the door, a very light voice suddenly came from the woman, who said lightly: "This is the last time."
Sun Di's steps suddenly stopped and he turned around, only to see Chu Qiao had already stepped into the inner hall.
Is it an auditory hallucination? He frowned tightly.
The autumn sky was high and clear, and Sun Di suddenly smiled freely and raised his head to look at the sky. Vaguely, he seemed to see the man who was both a gentleman and a friend looking at him with a smile.
"I'm sure you're happy with what I'm doing. Even if you put on an inviolable look of justice, you're probably very happy in your heart." Sun Di took a deep breath and closed his eyes quietly.
It doesn't matter if you hate me, as long as the bloodline of Li Tang is preserved, everything is worth it.
On the fifth day of October, the Jinwu Palace issued the late emperor's last will, appointing the beautiful general Chu Qiao as the imperial concubine and giving her the phoenix seal in the palace. The emperor also promised the world that as long as she gave birth to a prince in the future, she would be appointed the empress of the Tang Dynasty.
Because the signature was three months ago, when Li Ce was still alive, Chu Qiao became the only woman who was promoted to Grand Royal Consort right after being canonized, and everyone in the world knew what kind of marriage this was. This beautiful imperial concubine would never be able to bear Li Ce's child again in her lifetime, so in this life, she could only be a grand imperial concubine.
The enthronement ceremony was scheduled for three days later. The entire city of Tangjing was hung with black curtains, and the Ministry of Rites also rushed to make the first black phoenix robe in the Tang Dynasty in a thousand years. Officials from all over the country hurriedly prepared gifts, and the post roads were filled with galloping horses, heading far away towards the capital.
Everyone was waiting for this ghost marriage three days later. The eyes of all countries were focused on it, and the world was once again alarmed by this woman. Because everyone knows that this is not just an imperial concubine, but the real master of the Tang Dynasty for the next ten years. This woman from Da Xia, who was born a slave, finally climbed to the pinnacle of power step by step with her legendary experience.
When Yan Xun learned the news, he was entertaining guests in the palace. Feng Zhi quietly walked over and whispered a few words in his ear. His expression suddenly changed, and the wine cup in his hand tilted, and half of the cup of fine wine spilled on his dark black robe.
The rude guest smiled slightly and asked inquiringly, "What's wrong, my king?"
Yan Xun smiled suddenly, shook his head and said, "The eagle I have raised for many years just flew away. I am sorry to disturb your Excellency."
"It turned out to be a bird." The guest laughed. "Yanbei is a vast land with abundant resources. If Your Majesty conquers Daxia in the future, the whole world will be under Your Majesty's control. You will have everything you want. But since Your Majesty likes eagles, I will immediately send someone to catch a top-quality war eagle and present it to Your Majesty. I wish Your Majesty a smooth journey eastward and a successful start!"
Loud laughter suddenly rang out from the Shuofang Palace and echoed far away on the Yanbei Plateau.
The world is so vast, and fate is really like an arrow that flies forward without stopping. Once it is shot, there is no turning back.
That night, Yan Xun and his entourage went to the Nada Palace on Sunset Mountain. The palace looked like floating clouds and was magnificent. He sat in the deep palace of the sea of clouds for a long time without coming out. The sun set slowly behind the mountain, and the sunset was a bright red, like a flaming red flower on a fire thunder field.
The strong liquor went down his throat and his vision gradually blurred. His sight was no longer sharp but became a little hazy. Without anyone around him, he could allow his mind to take a break temporarily.
"Achu, marry me."
"Um……"
"I will always treat you well."
"I will always believe you."
"Ah Chu, let's get married after the war in the east is over."
…
"Achu, all the storms have passed, and we are still together."
Everyone changes, but we won’t.
We will not change...
A low, soft laugh came from Yunhai Palace. Feng Zhi was slightly startled and turned his head, but he only smelled a lingering aroma of wine. Your Majesty did not drink alcohol in the past, but since that man left, alcohol has become a must-have here.
Thinking of that person, Feng Zhi suddenly felt a lump in his throat.
After all, they are two sad people, scattered around the world, living on the edge of a knife, and no one can get real peace.
The wind in Yanbei is getting colder, and winter is coming soon.