"It's me, your Majesty. I'm the only one who survived after entering there. So I don't have to worry, the Emperor will definitely let you out," the man comforted.
"Really?" I chuckled and laughed at myself: "Call my name. I don't even know if I can get out of here, let alone a queen. Call me by name. You are also a member of the secret door.
?" "Yes." He responded respectfully, but still asked in surprise: "Do you know about the secret door?" I nodded lightly. There is nothing surprising about this.
I looked at him in the dark, and he was still wearing his usual handsome and handsome guard uniform. I couldn't see his expression clearly because the lights in the prison were dim and very dark. It was damp and smelly, and from time to time I could hear someone screaming.
From the sound, you can tell how painful the torture was on that person.
My consciousness was a little cloudy, and I had nothing to say: "I'm sorry, Guard Du, I may not have the chance to compete with you in martial arts." Du Shaotang was silent. He didn't know what to say to this woman he had always admired and admired. He knew
, she doesn’t need sympathy, comfort, or his pity. Even in prison, even though she has suffered so many tragic things, she is still as strong as ever, and she is still so beautiful that people can’t help but look at her.
It lingers on her.
She is dressed in white and has a warm smile. There is a deeply attractive temperament hidden in her body.
Just like the first time I saw her, I was deeply impressed.
However, all he had to do was protect her silently. He just wanted to watch her quietly and be content.
"Mom, no, Wei, Weiying...can I do something for you?" "No need." I shook my head lightly, like a dying person who chose to wait for death in silence.
"Oh, by the way," I suddenly remembered that there was one thing I hadn't done yet. Maybe I could leave a reason to save the entire Xie family from disaster. And when I met Xiao Quanzi, I had already told him to go
Xun Yunying saved her. When I left, I saw that they were fine, and I felt relieved.
"Do you have a pen and paper?" I asked him.
"Wait. I'll come as soon as I go." After saying that, his figure disappeared into the darkness.
The air in the darkness suffocated me. I couldn't breathe.
There was a tightness in my chest, and I couldn't help but start to cough. The coughing involved the scars on my body, which caused some pain.
Brother Sima, even if the years are difficult and life is lonely, even if we are no longer us, even if there is no return date, I will still keep my promise. The promise to give you all the wealth in the world, and the promise to protect this country for you.
Sometimes I think, I traveled through thousands of years to come here and met you. I don’t know who I am in your life. Count your smile, the moment of youth, a snap of the fingers; count your sunflower, the heart is full of joy, and it’s just a blink of an eye.
Pass away; count your harp, sing a love song alone; count your poison, make you sink at a glance...
"Paper and pen are ready, mother-weiying." He handed it to me through the cracks in the iron bars. I struggled, crawled over, and knelt on the ground. It was difficult for my hands to pick up the pen.
I had no choice but to bite the penholder with my mouth, and then tremblingly wrote the only thing I wanted to say on the snow-white paper.
The tears that had been held back for a long time finally swept over me. Hot and scorching, they fell drop by drop on the white paper. The wet ink was stained into clouds, and the water stains spread all around.
Spreading, turning into a faint flower, the font becomes a little blurry.
"Your Majesty—" He suddenly shouted in surprise as he stood close in front of him.
"What's wrong?" I muttered with a stuffy nose. I lowered my head and wiped away the tears.
"Your hair..." He couldn't bear to continue talking. You must know that in this palace, all women carefully cherish and protect their appearance, for fear that the holy favor will not last long. What's more, her...
I put down the pen, spread my messy hair down, and smoothed it out casually. When I saw some white hair mixed in, I was slightly stunned. Did my hair turn gray overnight? How could such a thing happen?
In my case. Is it because I think too much? Or is it because my long-term injury has made me weak?
I casually picked up a few strands of white hair and playfully circled them around my fingertips. My hair turned gray overnight. It was either too much pain in my heart or some residual weakness in my body that made my face look older overnight.
If I can get out alive, Qingtao will definitely develop a medicine to help me recover. I'm not worried.
I knew that there was too much distress, worry, and even a trace of sympathy in Du Shaotang's eyes at this time. I smiled lightly: "It doesn't matter, I don't mind. If it's white, then it will be white. I don't know if I can
Get out alive." He said with a careless tone and a look of complete indifference. No one could understand the pain in his heart.
I took out something from the inner layer of my clothes. It was the jade pendant he gave me that day. It was blue and made of fine jade. I later inquired and confirmed that it was the jade pendant that had belonged to the queens of the Jin Dynasty throughout the ages, and he was with me.
Gave it to me on my birthday.
Today, I will return it to him.
There is another letter. A few words, but they carry amazing power.
I have imagined many times that he saw these things, but I rejected all those assumptions one by one. It turns out that I am one of the so-called authorities who are obsessed with it.
I handed the things to Du Shaotang, and for the first time I took a serious look at this person who was still willing to help me even though I was in prison. He was the only one here, and I had to trust him: "Give these to the Emperor. Thank you."
"I smiled brightly at him. He was dazzled by my bright and bright smile.
Du Shaotang looked at her smile that could still shine brightly in the dark, making the whole cell light up. He suddenly felt that she was like a rising star in the dark night. She was shining brightly, like flowers falling in the rain.
Brocade, like a dream.
Du Shaotang stepped forward and respectfully took the things I handed him. When he saw the jade pattern, he was slightly startled, and his eyes were filled with astonishment. Since he was a member of the secret door, he naturally just wanted to see what he was holding in his hand.
thing.
"Who are you?" His voice trembled slightly, and he even suspected that he was in a dream.
I smiled like an innocent child: "I am who I am." Such an ordinary answer made Du Shaotang a little moved. Do you want to be your true self?
There are always some faces that age slowly, as if the years have fallen into the dust. You will no longer be able to see my old age on your journey, brother Sima.
I took out the pills I had prepared long ago from my underwear, swallowed them with a smile, and then closed my eyes.
And on that piece of paper, it was written: Deep in love, it is forgotten. There is no resentment in the heart, only fragrance is left.
Drink freely and return home without worries. Being born without self-joy and dying without self-sorrow are all trivial matters of the world. We rush to heaven and earth and scold God for being crazy! Brother Sima, where is the place for you and me?
Missing is a feast, you leave, I stay and enjoy it all. Brother Sima, we will eventually forget each other.
In the darkness, I saw a beam of light, and my floating thoughts were like complicated threads, unable to find an outlet. I smiled and closed my eyes with contentment.