Nan Chengyao's Extra Story
Nan Chengyao's Extra Story (Part 1)
The sea of ??flowers in late spring was so dazzling that in his eyes, it was not as beautiful as the one in his hand. One ten thousandth of wearing red clothes.
Where the skirt of the skirt swayed, the phoenix embroidered with gold silk fluttered its wings and was about to fly.
That day, she was wearing this red makeup, standing on the tall tower of Yecheng, singing a clear song, lighting up the gray sky of the entire Mobei.
That day, the blood from her neck dripped on the snow. He looked at the gorgeous scenery of red and white and thought, he would pay for it with the blood of the nine people of the Fei Dong clan. , I'm afraid it's still not possible.
On that day, when the cold anger in his heart almost overwhelmed all his reason, he suddenly woke up. It turned out that he cared.
It doesn’t matter the name.
It has nothing to do with appearance.
It has nothing to do with identity.
She is just the woman who "dare not take a chance" and traveled all the way to Mobei to find him. She is the woman who always supports him unswervingly. She is the only woman in this world who can be with him. The woman standing side by side is the woman he cherishes and protects at all costs. She is his only princess, his wife.
From that moment on, he gave up all pursuit.
Even so, the song "Jinghong", the alchemical cinnabar on her left arm, and the many expressions and small movements that appeared naturally and inadvertently were so coincidental that they were almost God's will.
Even though he had never given up searching for so many years, he could not find any trace of her when she fell off the cliff.
Even though the last look on Qingmu Cliff, her figure and the memory deep in his mind overlapped inexplicably and truly, he still refused to let himself think about it.
He is almost paranoid and refuses to break this balance, which is not like him at all.
But, so what, as long as she is still his wife, as long as she will always be by his side.
So, when Sang Muqing, with tears in her eyes, told him about the past, told him about her agreement with Su Xiumian, and told him that she was the real Murong Qing, he was just indifferent. He rolled his sleeves and said, don't let me hear such nonsense again.
It’s not that he doesn’t believe it, it’s just that now, his wife still needs to rely on her identity as Miss Murong. Even though this identity will also bring a lot of troubles, compared with her other identity, at least now, she can Keep her safe.
He thought more than once that when all the truth is revealed, even if he can no longer just watch her fall off the cliff and do nothing like before, even if he has enough ability to protect her, But that past was so cruel, could she accept it, and would she continue to stay with him?
How ironic, he is actually afraid, not daring to take the slightest risk. He would rather she just be Murong Qing for the rest of her life, and would rather she forget the unreserved attachment and admiration she once had, as long as she is by his side. .
He even had murderous intentions towards Sang Muqing. Even though in the end, her death was not caused by him personally, it was at least out of laissez-faire.
It was not that he was unaware of the Murong family's actions, but he did not stop them. He was also destined to be in debt to the north, but he never regretted it.
What Murong Duo and his wife want is for the prosperity and multiplication of their family.
And all he wanted was his wife.
Yes, he knew who she was. Perhaps he knew it in his heart as early as when he watched her fall from Qingmu Cliff. Sang Muqing's words undoubtedly made everything irreversible. Confirmation of Wan.
Later, when she came back from the Valley of Evil Doctors, he knew that she knew something about it. However, he never mentioned it and just kept it in the dark.
If that woman with a bright smile back then was the only bright color and warmth in his dark life, then now, her every smile has been unknowingly integrated into his blood. Deep down, I can't let go even if I die.
So, is it true that as long as he doesn't tell the truth, the relationship between him and her will still not be irreversible, and she will still be his legitimate princess and the only wife in this life.
He once said that her weakness is that she attaches too much importance to friendship. He knows very well what kind of woman she is, but if this were not the case, would he fall in love with her?
So he understood that she would not regard Murong Yimen, who had always been treated as a family member, as a passerby just because they were not related by blood.
So even though he knew why she went to the Valley of Evil Doctors, he still let her stay away, just so that she could avoid the imminent and inevitable conflict between him and the Murong family.
Qing'er, wait for me. When I finish handling the matters at hand, I will go to the Evil Doctor Valley to accompany you and wait for our child to be born.
He told her and himself this, obviously smiling, but there was a tension in his voice that even he couldn't control.
Her body is too weak, which has always been a worry for him, but he has no way out.
So I knew she would find out eventually, but I hoped to keep it secret for a while, until she could avoid the bloody storm in Beijing, until the child was born safely, until everything settled, and until the relationship between him and her was settled. There is an unbreakable connection.
She loves her children so much, so for the sake of her children, will he have an extra chance of keeping her?
He had calculated everything, thinking that it was a lifetime, but in the end he couldn't calculate it. He didn't know how she knew about it, and she rushed back early.
She couldn't listen to his explanation, so he spoke coldly and asked, where is Murong Yan, you don't care about her anymore?
The reason is actually just for her to be well.
So, he beat her, and he beat her with his own hands against the person who wanted to embed it in his own flesh and blood to protect her from any harm, but he himself.
However, he had no choice. He knew what she was going to do, but she didn't know, or no longer cared, what danger such a move would bring to her.
However, he couldn't help but care. As long as it had something to do with her, he would never be able to help but care.
She would not know how much restraint he needed to suppress the overwhelming pain in his heart. He had just hit her right hand, clenched it tightly into a fist, and closed it behind her back, but still controlled it. He couldn't help but tremble slightly.
I didn’t dare to take another look at her, fearing that with just one look, he would soften his heart and lose control of his desire to suppress her. Self-control will then completely collapse.
However, deep down in his heart, he was already defeated from that moment on. She did not hesitate to reveal her identity. He knew that he still underestimated Murong Ling's importance to her, and he knew even more clearly what would happen if he died. What a blow to her.
So even though he knew he was taking huge risks, he still started arranging for Yue Huan to secretly plan many rescue matters, even though he knew very well why the task of guarding Murong Ling fell to him. Why was there an imperial edict on his body that ordered him to oversee the execution? If anything went wrong during detention or execution, he would be the first to be implicated. However, at this moment, in a hurry, he could not take too much care of all kinds of considerations. The aftermath can only be left to the future.
The reason he didn’t tell her was because he had to deal with everything in such a short period of time and the chance of winning was too small. If he failed, he didn’t want her to endure the blow from expectations to disappointment. And for many things, the better she knew. The less, the safer it is. Time was too tight, there were too many things to plan, and there were too many informants around him. He really didn't have the resources to explain to her.
But she never thought that it would push her into a desperate situation and even make her set fire to herself.
He had always known that she was a woman with a soft appearance but a tough heart, but he still underestimated her determination. In order to save Murong Ling, she was able to risk her own life and destroy the entire Guimo Pavilion. Burned to the ground.
He thought of her figure choking and coughing in the blazing flames, and he was still frightened to this day.
He listened to her and said, Your Highness, I don’t want to hear your last resort anymore. I just want you to promise me not to let anything happen to him after his death. That’s enough!
The palms holding the token tightened uncontrollably, accumulating strength bit by bit. There was too much fatigue and pain, and there was nowhere to vent it.
Qing'er, it turns out you never believed me.
He slowly let go of his hand and stood up. The token fell to the ground and broke into two halves.
His Royal Highness has not promised me yet.
She spoke stubbornly, still insisting on asking for a guarantee from him.
He paused, with a hint of desolation in his voice——
If you want me to promise, from now on, I will never do anything like tonight again.
(Chinese)
"Your Highness, it's getting late, please rest early."
He looked out the window in the direction of Tai Chi Hall , the lights are still bright, and there are people moving around. He knows that this busyness will continue until the early morning of tomorrow, before he wakes up, and then his ascension ceremony will be held there.
The last time there was such an unprecedented grand occasion in the Taiji Temple Square was only a few years ago, but it seemed like a lifetime had passed.
At that time, he knelt down with everyone and looked up at the man in dragon robes on the dragon chair made of gold and jade.
The bright and noble yellow gradually turned into a dazzling red in front of his eyes, the fire in the sky, the blood everywhere, and the joyful wedding dress, with the determination of jade, The graceful beauty just disappeared before his eyes.
Never see you again forever.
"Long live my emperor! Long live! Long live!"
He kowtowed with everyone, and the corners of his lips slowly formed a cold arc.
There are tens of millions of people who have died for this dragon chair.
What would happen if it were the other way around?
At that moment, he decided the path for the rest of his life.
Later, I finally realized that he actually never had a second way to choose.
On the northwest side of the Taiji Hall, the Sixth East and West Palaces are where the three thousand concubines in the Bauhinia Palace live. At this moment, the candles are also brightly lit, and one or two faint and suppressed swallows can be heard from time to time. Within this ancient and gloomy palace wall.
Tonight is their last night living in the Purple Palace.
Tomorrow morning, after the ascension ceremony, these women will immediately set off to Puji Zen Temple as concubines to lead the practice.
Unexpectedly, he thought of Concubine Qing, who was dressed in plain white mourning clothes. Her eyes were slightly frantic, and she spoke to him as if she couldn't believe it -
"How could you do this? To me? Do you know what it feels like in my heart when I am being suppressed by the father of the person I love, an old man who can be my father, but I still have to deliberately flatter and care about him? Feeling? Do you know how many nights when I close my eyes, I will see the figure of Queen Xiaoci screaming for help in the fire? I keep telling myself to be patient because I believe you will not let me down. One day, I can no longer bear it! This day, I finally waited for it, but what about the result - Puji Zen Temple? Haha - how can you do this to me? I have done so many things for you. Have you forgotten?"
He smiled slightly, but his eyes were cold: "If I forgot, do you think I would keep you till now?"
She was stunned and stopped talking.
And he turned his eyes and stopped looking at her. It seemed that only in this way could he suppress all the gloomy murderous intentions in his heart.
It’s not that he doesn’t know what she has done for him.
Before she entered the palace that day, he had made a clear and calm statement in front of her. She knew clearly what kind of path was waiting for her, but she still chose it. He knew it was for him.
So after she entered the palace, within his ability, he always tried his best to protect her, so that she could become the favorite of the Sixth Palace step by step.
So if he occasionally indulges her in some harmless willfulness, she is just a poor woman. This is what he owes her, and there is nothing in this world that is worthy of his persistence and care, so, It doesn't matter.
Until he met her again.
If it weren’t for her calmness and calmness, he would have hurt her life almost the moment they first met again, and she is still scared when she thinks about it.
Later, she entered his heart bit by bit.
Later, at the bottom of Qingmu Cliff, he hugged her lost and found her tightly, and for the first time in his life, he felt grateful to God.
Later, he opened his eyes. Regardless of his injuries, he tried hard to identify the anxious faces around him. However, he could not find them, and could not find them again. arrive.
Actually, he had not thought about Concubine Qing. When everything was over, he would give her a new identity and give her her freedom, but——
His eyes suddenly turned cold. She shouldn't be involved, she shouldn't be involved.
The edict to kill Murong Lian was so urgent. As soon as they left the palace, the edict followed them to the palace, and even ordered him to supervise the execution.
She may not want to get rid of Murong Ling that much, but the separation between their husband and wife is undoubtedly what she likes to see.
And then, just when he was on his mission to Qi Yue, something happened in Youzhou, forcing Zhao Mo to take action in a hurry, without even having time to report to him. He knew that this was inseparable from her. relationship.
Not to mention, she lobbied the emperor several times to kill her, one after another. If he really forgot about the past, how could he allow her to be here now? How could it be possible?
Even now, the hatred and pain in my heart, as well as the endless emptiness, still can’t find a place to go.
So, he just let her stagger away without saying a single word.
Her sharp laughter is still lingering in my ears——
Haha, it turns out that you really love her. It’s a pity that you really know how to love someone. ? You thought it was enough to do everything for her behind the scenes, but no matter what, you still couldn't keep her, haha...
Do you regret it?
Many times, he asked himself this.
When Princess Yiyang seemed to casually talk about the prince in front of the emperor, and the shadow on the emperor's face became thicker and thicker, the "Thousand-Day Drunken Orchid" was also discovered in Du Ruyin's body. After being poisoned and being attacked and poisoned again and again, after exhausting all methods but still unable to find out the traitor in the Three Princes' Mansion, he told himself that there was nothing wrong with doing so, and all he wanted was for her to be safe and sound.
He didn't bother arranging people to protect Du Ruyin, and even deliberately used her as bait, so he let her get into trouble again and again.
If it were her, this would not be the case, he knew, but at the same time, he did not dare to bet on that eventuality.
Du Ruyin's similar face is the best tool in the hearts of the world to win over and control him. In fact, for him, it is not an excellent weapon to win the trust of the world.
So he didn't even have to do anything, he just accepted it, and they were overjoyed without any doubt, and his favor was even more convinced in the eyes of the world.
However, even so, he did not want another woman to take on the title of his wife, so he gave her the name of princess, and then used cumbersome etiquette and the three-month period to change everything Stop at the beginning.
The world is so big, but the only thing he wants is her.
However, when the alienation and indifference in her eyes became more and more serious, when she was holding Shuying's lifeless body in pain, for the first time in her life, he actually questioned his decision. Done wrong.
He once asked her, is there nothing you want to ask me?
But she just smiled faintly. What did Your Highness want me to ask?
In the end, he didn’t say anything and turned around to leave.
At that time, they were all too proud.
But later, after thinking deeply, I realized that if she really asked that day, what kind of excuse could she have?
Tell her that he loves her and accepts Du Ruyin just because of Princess Yiyang behind her. He dotes on her just to show the world a cover and put it in the open, in order to... Just to block her from the many open and secret arrows?
Even if she believed what he said, it was impossible for her to agree and accept his actions, but he had no way out.
He has experienced too many bloody storms on the road to seizing the throne. Ever since he was almost killed by an assassin's sword when he was five years old, he has no choice but to keep getting stronger. Otherwise, he will only It was a dead end, he knew all too well.
In fact, with her by his side, he no longer had the heart to seize and overthrow her. However, he could no longer stop, or in other words, he had never had any other choice.
Then the further away she is, the less she knows and the safer she is.
So be it, as long as you can protect her, as long as she is safe, there is nothing that cannot be given up, and there is nothing that cannot be tolerated.
Because there will be a day when he no longer has to endure it, and then he will have a long life to explain and make amends, to seek her forgiveness, and to never make her sad again.
But he never thought that this day would finally arrive, and she would no longer be by his side.
"Your Highness——"
In the quiet night, the high-pitched voice trembled with fear. Against the backdrop of the brilliant lights of Tai Chi Hall, it sounded suddenly and untimely—— —
"Concubine Qing passed away. She swallowed gold and committed suicide in Qingyang Palace——"
(Part 2)
She sat swinging high On the swing, jade bell-like smiles and joyful faces melted into the wind, leaving behind a bright and shimmering glow.
Unexpectedly, he thought of Qu Lianyi, a great scholar who was ordered to teach her poetry and essays. After seeing her playing on the swing by chance, he was so shocked that he wrote the poem in one stroke -
The easel is double-cut and the jade is light
The colorful rope holds the green poplar smoke
The wind blows and the fairy mantle is fluttering
The jade face Flying down to the ninth heaven
The wind blows the fairy mantle and flutters, and the jade face flies down to the ninth heaven.
Many times, even he thinks so.
Could it be that his mother, who was above the nine heavens, could not bear to leave him alone and helpless in this world, so she sent this incredibly beautiful and delicate person to be his only one in the long years of silence and forbearance? A touch of color and warmth.
I still remember the first time I saw her, her helpless and delicate posture under the white tiger's claws.
I still remember that after he woke up, the face that was crying and laughing came into his eyes.
When they reunited a few years later, he was the proton, but she was still the aloof princess, the apple of the eye held in the palm of the Holy Emperor's heart and held in love, asking for the moon but not the stars.
Brother Yao, please don’t leave again and stay with Qing’er, okay?
So, he became her personal guard.
Brother Yao, don’t worry, as long as I am here, no one will dare to treat you wrong again, never.
Therefore, everyone in the Bauhinia Palace and the General's Mansion treated him with respect. They were unwilling to be slighted in their hearts and did not dare to show it to their faces no matter what.
Brother Yao, I will beg my father, keep begging, and he will definitely agree to our marriage, because Qing'er will only marry you in this life.
So, when the wedding decree was announced to the world, he looked at her beautiful and beautiful smile, and told himself in his heart that he would be good to her for the rest of his life.
At that time, he did not understand that life is so long, and there is no escape from variables and mistakes.
Brother Yao, be taller, taller...
There was a faint smile on his lips, and he increased his strength in his hands.
She looked back at him when the swing was about to reach the highest point. Her clear eyes reflected the snow, but she no longer had the full smile of the past. She suddenly let go of her hands holding the colorful rope, and her skirt Drawing dancing shadows in the air.
His heart suddenly tightened, and he didn't have time to think about anything, so he just strode towards her figure.
She was in his arms, her lips were red and her face changed, but at that moment, she hit the most fragile and soft place in his heart.
The tension in his eyes gradually turned into fear, the air was thin, and his chest was filled with suffocating pain.
Hold her tightly, as if if he let go, she would disappear and his world would collapse.
His fingers kept shaking, almost convulsing, but he couldn't wipe away the dazzling red.
That's not blood, it's life.
Hers, or his?
He watched helplessly, he knew what she was going to say, he also knew that he was in a nightmare, and he even knew that in the long years to come, this would be the only company by his side.
However, there is nothing we can do.
He couldn't stop her, and couldn't even bear to refuse, because only at this moment, she seemed to be still by his side. He was greedy for that moment of illusion and paralysis, even though the pain had already invaded his limbs.
He straightened up from the bed and put one hand on his forehead, covered in fine cold sweat.
And those gentle words seemed to have never been far away, entangling his life ever since -
I... will never... forgive you... until I die...
I will never... forgive you...
His lips suddenly drew a self-deprecating and desolate arc, and Qin An's voice was in the silence. There was a quiet sound in the hall.
"Your Highness, Yin Shi has arrived, and it's time for Your Highness to get up."
Qin An lowered his eyes respectfully, covering up the trace of heartache in his eyes. He didn't know what he was dreaming about, but I have seen him look like him after waking up from dreams too many times, such a long and silent void and loneliness.
This child he had watched grow up since he was a child, he once thought that he had finally got out of the years when nightmares always followed him, but he did not expect that the short period of calm was just for the sake of deeper peace. The continuation of pain.
He followed him through the Taiji Gate where the Danbi Music and Zhonghe Shao Music Bands were displayed, and through the long procession of flags, umbrella covers and other ceremonial guards, to Dingding. In Qian Palace, in front of the deceased emperor's spiritual throne, he knelt three times and kowtowed nine times to report the news that the new emperor was about to ascend to the throne.
This was a routine ritual, but he didn't get up for a long time after kneeling.
Seeing that the auspicious moment was approaching, the eunuch serving the ceremony looked slightly anxious, but he did not dare to speak to urge him. He could only wink at him who was following behind him as if asking for help.
He looked at his back in white mourning clothes and wondered what he was thinking in his heart at this moment.
Regret?
Is it guilt?
Or, it's just that eternal and melancholy sentence -
In the next life, flesh and blood relatives should not enter the prince's family.
He felt a pain in his heart and was about to say something when he saw the plain-clothed figure in front of him slowly stood up and turned around, his expression calm, even a little indifferent, and there was a blur of brightness and darkness in his eyes. The light and shadow finally became silent, unable to distinguish between joy and sorrow.
As the eunuch who was in charge of the ceremony announced his proclamation with obvious relief, he followed him and returned along the original path, watching him take off his white mourning clothes while being attended by all the palace maids and eunuchs. , put on a bright yellow dress embroidered with dragon patterns.
As I walked into the hall with my sleeves fluttering, the bead curtains parted, and the dazzling bright yellow stood in a high position, luxurious and indifferent.
The Dengda Ceremony, shrouded in the atmosphere of the late emperor's funeral, had a solemn atmosphere. Although Zhonghe Shao Music and Danbi Da Music were displayed, they were not played.
In the dim light of dawn, in the silent and cold air, all the civil and military officials knelt down together and performed three kneels and nine kowtows. The voice of "Long live my emperor" resounded through the sky.
There was always a faint smile on his lips, a little tired and a little lonely. He looked past the long ceremony guard and the people kneeling on the ground, looking at the end of the world, some unknown corner. , a piece of cold.
"Password——"
He spoke slowly.
This is his first decree after taking the throne. As the emperor, it is on this grand ceremony. It is so untimely but unquestionable.
The ministers who were kneeling in the Taiji Palace Square all looked up, but his voice sounded very faint -
"Murong's daughter is pure, virtuous and virtuous, sensible and righteous. She bows chastly and quietly, in order to honor her mother's rites for all nations, and hereby enshrine her as a queen with this book of treasures.
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