3. The storm is rising: the ups and downs of troubled times
Jun's words were loud and loud, and her breathing became a little rapid. An abnormal blush suddenly appeared on her pale face. It was obvious that she had spent a lot of energy on her words just now, and her moon-like eyes were becoming more and more distracted.
When Grandma Qiu and Yin He saw this, they were already sobbing, but they were afraid that the crying would make Jun even more sad, so they bit their lips and endured it. For a moment, there was silence in the narrow hut, and with the mottled tree shadows outside the window, the shadows dispersed.
A touch of sadness.
After a long time, Mrs. Jun gradually calmed down her breathing. However, her face like a silver moon was filled with a layer of gray air, and she said with difficulty: "Yinhe, when I was still in the boudoir,
I envied my aunt, how free and unrestrained she lived. Even though she was the wife of an emperor, she was still as wild as the wind, galloping across the grassland. Even the sky, the sun and the moon could not take away half of her.
Brilliant, after the battle in Jiuyuan, when she appeared in front of me again, for the first time she was tired and determined like frost. She said, "An'er, I would rather be an ordinary farmer's wife than a wealthy and wealthy person."
The wife of an emperor." As she spoke, Jun's lips, which were fading in color, raised with a bitter smile, "At that time, I didn't know why my aunt was like this, but my uncle loved her so much that later he actually
Without hesitation, I left my beautiful country behind and followed my aunt. Now... I finally understand." His eyes closed slightly, and a crystal teardrop passed through the corner of his eye, dripping into the old quilt, and dripping out.
There was pain, "But I'm not an aunt, and I can't be as desperate as she is. Ayi is not an uncle, and I don't want him to be an uncle. My uncle left with my aunt, so Ayi had to follow the uncle's path.
, if A Yi gives up everything at this time, then who should bear the pain and suffering that A Yi has suffered? Who should be as helpless as me? When will the people of this world stop being homeless? I
...It cannot be done for one's own selfish reasons..."
"My Majesty, please stop talking." Nanny Qiu hugged the little princess tightly, her body was shaking uncontrollably, and she choked with sobs, "My Majesty, when will you be able to think about yourself, my poor young lady!"
Mrs. Jun seemed not to have heard what Aunt Qiu said, and the smile on her lips deepened, revealing a hint of tenderness: "Actually, I should be satisfied in this life. There is a man who gave up the world for me, and there is a man who made the world peaceful for me.
, the love is so deep that I will have no regrets in my life.”
"Empress..."
"Who is coming!"
Yinhe's words were interrupted by a sharp question coming from outside the house, which immediately made the three Juns' hearts tense. The two immediately stood in front of Jun, protecting each other with their bodies. However, there was no sound of fighting from outside.
Not long after, the door curtain inside the room was opened, and a young man of about eleven or twelve years old slowly walked in. There was no childishness in this young man's clear face, and his eyes were as deep and dark as midnight, with a mature light.
The cold light emitted by his well-fitting armor was no better than that of the uniformed soldiers who held the curtain for him, and between his brows, there was an air of nobility that reached the sky.
"Auntie." The young man walked up to Jun, and when he saw Jun's pale face, a flash of pain flashed in his eyes, and he called softly.
"Zhichen, you're here." When Jun saw the young man, his face glowed with a soft light, and he stretched out his hand towards the young man.
"Auntie, Chen'er is here." The young man quickly stretched out his slender hand, as white as jade, and held Jun's slightly trembling hand tightly, with a light mist in his eyes.
"Chen'er, I know you will come, and I have something to tell you." Jun said. Aunt Qiu and Yinhe looked at each other and prepared to leave, but Jun shook her head.
He stayed where he was and said, "Chen'er, when I leave, you can take me back to the imperial capital and hand me over to your father."