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In the second month of Jianzuo's reign, the report of Yong'an Hou Yang Ziyi's request for external transfer was quietly placed on the emperor's desk.
The dim hall could not see the sunlight, and only the dim light illuminated a blurry figure at the foot of the stairs. Sitting high up, Li Yunshen could barely see the person's face clearly.
Sometimes when you stand too high, you feel lonely and lonely around you.
"Do you really want to leave?"
The emperor's voice was low and difficult to distinguish, and empty echoes could even be heard in the empty hall.
His Highness¡¯ kneeling back slowly bent down, his forehead touching the ground, the cold white marble touched his forehead, and his cheeks were completely cold.
"I am willing to go to the frontier for Your Majesty and expand the territory¡ª¡ª"
"Yang Ziyi!" The person in the high position was so angry that the folds piled up on the table were instantly swept away, and they fell down from the nine-level imperial steps one by one. The cinnabar that was not avoided fell on the pale jade steps. Like the blood that has been trampled along the way.
"Stay in the Imperial City, the world will always be able to find capable doctors¡ª¡ª"
What answered him was silence. For a long time, the man at the bottom of the steps stretched out his hand to close the fold that fell in front of his eyes and raised it respectfully. His movements were very slow and he never raised his head. He just held up the memorial, his hands trembling slightly.
After a long time, it seemed that a suppressed voice came out from deep in the throat: "But boss, I want to go back to Northern Xinjiang¡ª¡ª"
¡ª¡ªReturn to our northern Xinjiang.
His forehead was still pressed against the ground, against the cold white jade, but his eyes were a little raw and surprisingly hot.
¡ª¡ªThat was the first time since Li Yunshen succeeded to the throne that he called him boss, instead of respectfully calling him "Your Majesty" along with everyone else.
Li Yunshen suddenly knew that he could not stop him.
"May your Majesty not lose his aspirations, never change his heart, and usher in a peaceful and prosperous age¡ª¡ª"
He said loudly, straightened his back and knelt down hard, bowed once, bowed again, and bowed three times, then stood up and walked out, never looking back.
The sky outside the hall was so bright that it hurt his eyes for a moment. He raised his hands to cover his eyes. Unconsciously, warm liquid seeped out between his fingers. He couldn't see the way ahead clearly, but he knew he couldn't stop. , he must move forward.
¡ª¡ªMove forward indomitably.
The young emperor stood on the nine-story high platform and watched him go away. Step by step, he could clearly see the strands of white hair at the ends of his hair. His straight back had become slightly bent. How high-spirited they were in Northern Xinjiang back then. now¡¡
His brothers are no longer here, and now even Yang Ziyi is leaving. From now on, he will be alone in the world.
He closed his eyes for a long time, and felt someone grasping his palm. He was silent for a moment, then suddenly pulled the person into his arms and buried his head into the shoulder of the person next to him.
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Yang Ziyi left in early autumn without disturbing the court officials. Only Li Yunshen and Xie Qingwu were seen farewell.
On the Changting Ancient Road, the geese returning from the south are wandering in the sky. The sky in the imperial city is extremely cold and silent. The north wind has broken the dead grass. At a glance, the vegetation on the mountain is full of decay.
Yang Ziyi was wearing a half-worn white shirt, and she looked so thin that there was only a handful of bones left. The white hair on the temples was half down, which made people's eyes sore for no reason.
The long sword is still at his side, and he is so relaxed, looking like a knight-errant, rather than a murderous general whose hands are stained with blood.
He has not yet passed, and he is obviously in his prime, but he looks like an octogenarian - full of twilight.
Li Yunshen suddenly realized that he could no longer remember the first time he met Yang Ziyi. He could only remember a pair of exceptionally bright eyes, which reluctantly lifted up from the soil and stared at him desperately.
It turned out that so many years had passed in the blink of an eye, and he realized that the boy back then had grown old and had changed like this¡ª¡ª
He didn¡¯t think about it anymore, he opened the wine bottle in his hand, took a sip himself, and then threw it to Yang Ziyi.
"Fifty years of bamboo leaves, let me put it into practice for you." The strong alcohol rushed into his throat, burning and hurting him. Since he took the throne, he has followed the doctor's advice to drink less strong alcohol. Now, after one sip of alcohol, half of his heart and lungs will burn. stand up.
It¡¯s just that it hurts, not just the heart and lungs?
"Good wine." Yang Ziyi raised his head and finished the drink in one gulp, then let go of his hand and got on his horse, bidding farewell to Li Yunshen on the horse.
¡°Boss,¡± he shouted, smiling calmly, ¡°Take care!¡±
¡ª¡ªFrom now on, you have to take care of yourself when I am no longer here.
Li Yunshen also looked at him and smiled, raised his head slightly, and said loudly: "Take care¡ª¡ª"
Yang Ziyi then went to court againShe came forward and kissed the snowflakes falling between his eyebrows. Her eyes were as passionate and affectionate as when she was a teenager.
Li Yunshen hugged him tightly. The heart in his chest was beating violently because of him just like many years ago. The corners of his eyes were dizzy and he couldn't tell whether it was snow water or tears.
"¡ª¡ªFortunately you are here."
He couldn't imagine how he would live if Xie Qingwu was gone, sitting high up in the mountains and rivers, dying alone, and even not being able to be buried with him after death. He was so lucky that God returned his Qingwu to him. Got him.
"If one dies for the rest of his life, the living will suffer far more than the departed. Life is worse than death, which is the most cruel punishment in the world.
With Chen Lin¡¯s skill, is it really impossible to avoid the assassin¡¯s sword? Whether he can't hide or doesn't want to hide, no one but himself will know.
Chen Lin has lived a life that is worse than death for ten years. If he were to shoulder the heavy burden of the world, he would have to worry about even seeking death. If Mr. Xie is no longer here, what kind of long time will he have to go through?
¡ª¡ªHe didn¡¯t dare to think about it.
So His Majesty issued an edict to collect the letters scattered all over the country from all directions. In the past ten years, life and death were uncertain. In those days, those close associates died and fled, and only thirty letters were received out of a hundred.
The dying man cherished the yellowed rice paper, looked at the blurred handwriting, and imagined what that person looked like when he picked up the pen.
Those letters were intermittent, and each letter stated that if one day, Qi Yuanhou got married, they would be burned on the spot immediately. .
¡ª¡ªFortunately, he never married.
He felt Yang Ziyi's life from those incomplete letters, as if that person was really still alive in the world. There were exactly one hundred letters. Although they were scattered incompletely, fate favored him for the last time.
In the end, the letter was finally delivered to him.
The person who wrote the letter was probably almost unable to hold the pen when he started writing. The handwriting was meandering and unclear, but each stroke was rare and solemn.
My heart is too heavy to hold a stone, and I cannot turn it around; my heart is too full to hold a mat, and it cannot be rolled up.
Until the end, he dared to tell him, I love you.
Chen Lin didn¡¯t know whether he should cry or laugh. It turned out that he had said he loved her at the last moment, but he never thought of letting him see her.
¡ª¡ªHe writes one letter a year for hundreds of years, but he clearly knows that even if there is no accident, he will never see this letter in his life.
The age of old age is never an age that ordinary people can easily reach.
"If he hadn't wanted to see his handwriting again before he died, he might not have been able to read this sentence in his lifetime.
Yang Ziyi
The dying man burst into tears with laughter, and gently pressed the letter to his heart, as if he had fulfilled some wish, and finally fell asleep slowly.
¡ª¡ªThe last concern he had in his life was that he had an extra tomb beside him.
After his death, he will be buried in the same place as Yang Ziyi.
¡ª¡ªLife and sleep are different, and death is in the same acupuncture point.
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I still feel sorry for General Yang and Chen Lin. Apart from this ending, there is no other better possibility.
It¡¯s hard to reconcile a broken mirror, the best ending may be that Yang Ziyi dies next to Chen Lin
My heart is too heavy to hold a stone, and I cannot turn it around; my heart is too full to hold a mat, and it cannot be rolled up. [Excerpt] Spring and Autumn "The Book of Songs¡¤Guofeng¡¤Beifeng¡¤Bozhou" Thank you to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~
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