"Your Majesty, she's back, right?" Concubine Huan Xian's face was full of relief, without any trace of jealousy.
She would not believe all the speculations from the outside world. As long as it was not that person, even if it was a substitute, he would not fall in love. Unless it was true that she was back, unless she was not dead.
However, she also saw her cold body with her own eyes, she also saw that she was not breathing, and she also saw that she was really dead. Why today...?
Moreover, when she came back, she was cold and proud, as if she was independent from the world of mortals. She was so different from the Xie Weiying back then. Is this person real now? Is she the real Xiao Jin? If all this is true
, then of course her disguise and her kindness are admirable in people's hearts.
I still remember that weird night that made the whole palace cry. When the concubines heard the news and rushed to the main hall, what she saw was him holding her dead body and crying sadly.
He whispered: "Xiaojin...Xiaojin..."
Only then did she realize that Xie Weiying, who had been by his side all the time, was An Jin, the person he had always loved deeply. But why didn't she recognize him? Why did she choose to die quietly? Then
The emperor told her before he left the palace that he would confirm something and tell her before he came back. However, after he came back, he forgot everything. What happened before the emperor left the palace that time?
All these questions, following her mysterious death, have become eternal secrets. Secrets that cannot be discovered.
However, after so many years, she appeared in front of everyone again like a secret, but she seemed to be a different person. Moreover, she could not remember everything, and she could not remember anyone. She was alienated from everyone and could keep a distance. She was indifferent and cold.
This is even true for the emperor.
All kinds of strange things were entangled together, making her head confused, and she herself was confused.
However, then, she smiled lightly. As long as she was not dead and was by his side at this moment, she believed that one day, he would get what he wanted.
Sima Rui looked at her and said softly: "Her body is here, but her heart will never come back. She drifted too far and can't find her way back." The deep voice was a little hoarse.
Concubine Huan Xian looked at him who was extremely haggard with some distress, and said gently: "Does the Emperor not believe it anymore, or does he want to give up?"
Sima Rui smiled bitterly, "I have no way out. The only thing I care about in this life is not the current throne, but being able to be an ordinary couple with her. I have never loved someone so much, and I thought I would never love her in this life."
Yes, but I met her. She is the calamity of my life."
Concubine Huan Xian looked at him silently, without saying a word. How could she herself be the same? Ever since that unfaithful man left, she had spent almost her entire life in isolation in this small courtyard.
Love is an incalculable disaster.
He is addicted. She is also addicted.
Ever since I woke up from an inexplicable coma, I have always been accompanied by that handsome young man. He called me mom affectionately every day, as if it was natural. Gradually, I also fell in love with this young man. It seemed like a long time
I treated him like this before. He came to Luoshuang Palace to see me every day. When I woke up today, the weather was nice and I should go out for a walk, so I asked Xiao Quanzi to guard Luoshuang Palace and go out alone.
Already.
On the way to Jingyang Palace, I was suddenly stopped by a strange man halfway. I looked at him coldly, not understanding why there was a mixture of reverence and resentment towards me in his eyes. I just looked at him calmly.
He, he, is not my opponent at all, so I am not afraid.
He looked at my cold expression, suddenly took a deep breath, and suddenly knelt down in front of me.
I frowned and asked impatiently: "What are you doing?" After a closer look, I suddenly found that he looked familiar. He seemed to be the man in black following the emperor. What was he doing?
He knelt down respectfully and said stubbornly: "Your Majesty, it doesn't matter whether your Majesty has really forgotten everything or she doesn't want to remember it. But, Your Majesty, over the years, the Emperor's infatuation with Your Majesty has been evident to all. Please stop torturing Your Majesty."
The emperor has come, and his subordinates are pleading with the empress. Moreover, the emperor has done so much for the empress..." As he spoke, he kowtowed vigorously. At the end of the sentence, he suddenly paused, and his tone was hesitant and awkward, as if he didn't know whether he should continue.
"What? Go on." I frowned and said coldly. I'm not a fool, so I naturally noticed something unusual. He couldn't come to me secretly for no reason. And he came to me while the emperor was out today.
"Could it be...is the empress really so hard-hearted?...Can't you remember anything and forget it?" His face looked sad and helpless.
"What on earth did you say?" My head started to feel dizzy again. Ever since I fainted that day, I began to refuse to think about everything because my head hurt too much and my heart hurt too much. But... I stared at him coldly, slightly angry.
road.
He suddenly stood up, looked back at me without flinching, and said with some disdain: "Do you still remember that ugly slave?"
"He..." I lowered my head, remembering his desperate eyes and struggling like a trapped animal, and growled silently.
"Have you never had any doubts about who he is? Does your Majesty still remember the hoarse and unpleasant voice that the Emperor made with so much difficulty in the meeting that day? His vocal cords were damaged due to taking medicine, and he may never recover in his lifetime."
His face was full of sadness, "I have never seen the emperor treat someone like this, never. For that, he was willing not to enter the harem for five years, and he was under so much pressure. For that, he was willing to accept it, which almost made him feel pain.
She took the medicine to disfigure her face and took the medicine to lose her voice. However, the man couldn't remember him. When he saved her and left, he walked towards another man. In order to save him who was almost dead, he almost took the place of that man.
King Xuanwu went to follow the miracle doctor and became a monk. Because of him, for so many years, he could not sleep day and night, and was in pain day and night... He stayed in Jinyuan every day and missed the missing person... His eyes clearly told
His person is dead, but he can't convince his heart... He has been looking forward to her living, even if she lives silently somewhere... He knows clearly that that person has forgotten him, but he is still waiting, all the time
Wait... This humble minister cannot understand at all, cannot understand such silent love. Countless persuasion only got him a faint sentence, 'Even if I only become one of the losers in her life, I will not regret it'..." He
Suddenly she sobbed: "Your Majesty... If you forget, forget it. You don't want to remember the past that hurt you. We don't have the right to blame you... But, why do you ignore the emperor's contribution to you now...
...Your eyes are not blind, and your heart is not blind, can you really see nothing and feel nothing?!" At the end of his sentence, he growled angrily.
I stared at him blankly, and inexplicably, warm liquid suddenly fell drop by drop from my eyes, hitting the lichen bluestone steps filled with slightly fallen flowers. I shook my trembling lips, and finally said: "You
,what are you saying?"
Suddenly I remembered the warmth and nostalgia lying on that broad back.
Xiaobai's words suddenly came to me like a tide.
It turns out that he is him. He is really him. Then, the person who talked strangely to me in the dream is also him. Xiaobai actually let him turn into his appearance to talk to me because he was afraid that I would support him.
If you don’t go on, have you given up?
It turns out that the person who understands me best is Xiaobai. But why, why can’t I remember anything? Why?
I suddenly squatted down, covered my head, and buried my face deeply between my arms. I felt so sad, so sad, so painful. But why couldn't I remember anything? Why?