The rain in Huaidu lasted for several days. The horses stepped across the water-logged stone roads in the alleys, and the sound of kicking hoofs was wrapped in the sound of splashing water, and they galloped all the way. The prosperity of the imperial capital is like a torn picture scroll, the ink halo turns into beacon smoke, rising from far and near.
Ji Yaoge flew into Donglai Palace before the army broke into the palace. The imperial palace was in turmoil, concubines, concubines, eunuchs and eunuchs who could escape, had already fled out of the palace with gold and silver, and those who could not escape, hugged each other in the palace.
Dahuai is really going to die.
The dream of the prosperous age has come to an end, and I don't know how Qiao Qingyun is now?
She searched all over the palace where Qiao Qingyun frequented, but couldn't find anyone. With a thought, she went to her former address - Luofang Palace. Luofang Palace has been deserted. During the battle of Dafan, the imperial capital was snowed for seven days and seven nights. She disappeared in front of the people along with the fallen Mingyu. The world only thought that she and Mingyu died together. Overgrown with weeds, the courtyard is bleak, and the vermilion lacquer is mottled and carved.
The old eunuch's voice was thin and sad: "Your Majesty, let's go, get out of here."
Qiao Qingyun stood in the barren courtyard, looking at the empty bedroom through the half-opened window.
"There used to be a bunch of peonies there." He pointed to the overgrown flowerbed in front of the window, and his memory was still clear. What I love most is when the peony blooms, she leans lazily on the window and looks at her face, the flowers are delicate and charming, like this beautiful country.
"Your Majesty." Someone behind him called him warmly.
Qiao Qingyun turned around, only to see a strange woman - very beautiful, very familiar, but there was nothing in his eyes.
"I'm Ji Yaoge." She said. Ming Yu is dead, she doesn't need to use seductive tricks anymore, her appearance has not changed, but she has lost the old flavor.
"As expected, you are not dead." Qiao Qingyun was neither surprised nor angry, but just looked at her indifferently, "Are you here to see me off?"
Ji Yaoge didn't answer, but said: "Your Majesty, is there anything I can do for you?"
After being a concubine for four years, Qiao Qingyun treated her well. In just four years, she has grown from a concubine to an imperial concubine who is only one step away from the posthumous position. She is a legend that many women in the world can't even imagine.
"Are you pitying me? Ji Yaoge, I don't need it." Qiao Qingyun stood with his hands behind his back, "I'm not as weak as you think." He can bear all the consequences and doesn't regret all the choices and decisions. He coughed twice, his lips were stained with blood, and he said again, "If you really want to, do something for me."
"What's the matter?"
"Let me take another look, Jiangshan Shengshi." He said lightly.
Ji Yaoge lowered his eyes for a moment, and when he raised them again, everything in them changed completely. His gloomy eyes gradually brightened, his blood-smeared lips curled up, his sickness, suffering and worries all disappeared, as if he had returned to the time when he was a proud young man, with great ambitions only to fight for the world.
The continuous autumn rain does not know when it will stop, Luofang Palace is full of flowers, and the withered peonies in front of the window are sprouting leaves and buds, blooming at a speed visible to the naked eye, and pressing down on the window. Ji Yaoge's figure disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already leaning in front of the window, wearing a colorful palace skirt, full of makeup and high bun, and gently waving at him. Qiao Qingyun walked into the hall quickly, and only said to her: "Change clothes for me."
After putting on Xuanqing's emperor's mian suit, she pressed her hand on the lapel, walked around behind him, combed his long hair by herself, and crowned him with the twelve-legged emperor's crown.
"Your Majesty" The old eunuch burst into tears and rubbed his eyes with his sleeves from time to time.
Qiao Qingyun pulled her to sit in front of the window, and looked at the mountains and rivers in her eyes through Yuzhu. fall.
It rained again outside the window.
On the day the city was broken, the last emperor of the Dahuai River died in Luofang Palace. On that day, the horseshoes in the city were trampled, and the palace burst into mourning. Only this Luofang Palace, in the desolate autumn rain, was full of flowers, peonies were in full bloom, and phoenixes were in full bloom. Birds chirping.
This is the only thing Ji Yaoge can do, to give him the most dignified departure as an emperor.
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The door of the Hall of Qianhe has been wide open. As the most sacred palace in the imperial city, he welcomes his new master.
The iron armor made ear-grinding sounds with the steps, which was extremely clear in the empty hall, and several exclamations came from the mouth behind, for this extremely splendid palace. Bai Fei walked extremely slowly. After fifteen years of hard work, he finally reached this step, but he was not as happy as expected. Perhaps this journey was too difficult and soaked in too much blood, which made this honor very heavy.
A subordinate hurried in from outside the hall, knelt down and said: "General, we have found the body of Emperor Huai in Luofang Palace."
Luofang Palace?
That is the bedroom where the legendary concubine Ji, who confused the king, lived.
Bai Fei was silent for a moment, and said, "Give a generous burial with the king's gift." Then he asked, "Where are the others?"
"The concubines and eunuchs in the palace have temporarily received Shangfang Palace.Fei Fei shook his sleeves and left without leaving a word.
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On that day, the royal banquet in the palace ended unhappily, and I heard that the always gentle emperor lost his temper with the Prince Mushu on an excuse, threw the imperial white jade dragon cup into pieces, and returned to Lama Temple in a rage , and smashed all the bronze mirrors in the bedroom to pieces.
For a while, people in the palace were panicked, but several alchemy furnaces were quietly carried into the Fuxian Hall in the south of the palace, and the smoke billowed up. The courtiers noticed that Bai Fei had been addicted to alchemy for some time. He stayed there every day and night, sitting down to practice, refining elixirs, and even invited monks from the Changlan Sect to teach in the hall. It was not obvious at the beginning, but as time went by, it became more and more serious. Even the government showed signs of being abandoned, which caused a lot of discussion between the government and the opposition.
More than a month later, Bai Fei saw a palace lady dancing in the wind from downstairs in Fenglai, with a light figure and bright eyes, resembling a fairy stone elephant beside the Xiantai, but she couldn't hold herself back for a while. As a concubine, after that, she was placed in the Fuxian Pavilion and ordered to dance for fun every day.
There are even more rumors in the DPRK and China.
On that day, Emperor Huai Qingyun favored the concubine Yao so much, and finally the country was destroyed and the king died.
The sound of the decadent, the sign of the country's subjugation.
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Well, this volume is indeed coming to an end. As a mother, I am a little sad to write this. Although Bai Fei is not very lovable, I still feel sorry for him. He is just an ordinary person.
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