Another spring, she and her family went to a poetry gathering organized by the Queen at Wangyou Mountain.
The banquet started in the evening, and the eldest brother in the family always introduced her to others.
She said to her brother: "Brother, don't waste your efforts. I will not marry again."
The elder brother sighed and stopped forcing.
So she ran away.
There was the sound of a flute in front of me. I followed the sound and saw a strange man playing a sad tune under the Xinyi flower tree.
she cried.
The man comforted her. Ask, "Why are you crying?"
She said: "Ten years ago, my wife and I buried a jar of wine under this tree. Now the wine is still there, but the person is gone."
The man looked incredulous.
He said jokingly: "I actually drank all that wine a few days ago."
"That's fine."
Both fell silent.
After a while, he said: "My lover is gone too. No one will understand my state of mind."
"It doesn't matter," she heard herself say, "it doesn't matter if the person she loves is dead, otherwise she would always hate him for affecting her emotions."
The man said: "It's better to have a lover. If you don't have sadness or joy, you are a fake person."
"Can't fake people be happy? Many couples in this world are fake."
The magnolia flowers were luxuriant, and His Highness looked at her for a long time through the flowers.
"It's all fake after all, why don't we make a pair?" he said.
He picked up one of the flowers on his flute and handed it to her: "This one makes my mind free from distractions."
She was stunned, pointed to the sky and said, "The moon is beautiful because it is unique. If there were two of them, it would not be beautiful."
He sighed: "When people look at the moon in the sky, they should also look at the dust under their feet."
Later she found out that the man she met was the third highness of the new emperor. His wife died of illness three years ago.
The Jiang family has a glorious lintel, if it climbs to another level...
She thought, forget it, standing on the peak is very dangerous.
Maybe what she said that day annoyed His Highness the Third, and he always teased her.
For example, he asked the emperor to release Gu Jinfeng and Gu's father from prison.
Then he was demoted to a commoner and could not serve as an official in the court for the rest of his life. Completely cutting off the possibility of the Gu family returning to court.
The best way to humiliate a person is not to kill him, but to bury his proud head in the soil and make him powerless.
Gu's father was interrogated in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment. He was old and frail, suffering from various diseases and could no longer see.
Children in the neighborhood always imitated his example and limped.
Whenever they saw him walking, the naughty children would laugh and say, "Here comes the blind man!" They would roll their eyes and run away.
The parents of these children are philistines who love to see high-ranking officials fall from high places. Not only do they refuse to help, but they always dislike them.
He was reduced to a pile of charred bones. In the past, old friends remembered their old friendship and occasionally sent some herbs and rice grains.
Not long after he passed away, some people were grateful for his outspokenness and were willing to give up a piece of Feng Shui treasure land for him to rest in peace.
The officials in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment were cunning. Seeing that Gu Jinfeng was young and handsome, and seemed to have the possibility of a comeback, they did not deliberately embarrass him. When he was young, he read military books and knew some pharmacology. Later, when his father fell ill, he studied hard again. He found an abandoned thatched house in the outskirts of Yujing, planted some medicinal herbs, and helped people treat patients. He actually became a well-known doctor in the neighborhood. Some people go there in awe.
Unfortunately, he had made too many enemies in the past, and someone specially found a gangster to destroy him and break one of his legs.
Pavilion in the middle of the lake.
There is a distance between them, and they no longer feel as close as they once did.
She asked the maid to give him the brocade box.
There is a black token lying inside, which is the only token of the Protectorate Commander in the Saibei Protectorate.
On her wedding day, her father solemnly handed it over to her. Dad said that marching and fighting is like licking blood with the tip of a knife. If she died in battle, she would never be bullied. Taking this thing to the Saibei Protectorate would ensure a worry-free life.
She had already prepared her troops and planned to send him there.
He refused.
Now he is lame on one leg, but he does not look at all depressed.
He said: "Now you and I need to avoid suspicion and no one should cross the line."
He said: "The friendship is over, one parting and two parting."
She got angry and said with a smile: "I will enjoy endless glory in the future, who will remember you? I don't want you to die, but I just want you to witness my glory."
He shook his head and remained silent.
The situation was deadlocked, so she turned around and left, then quietly turned back to look at him.
Only his sobs and choked sounds were heard.
It was like a strong tree that was beaten by wind and rain. Its branches were straight but too fragile, being bent by the falling snow.
He didn't want her to see him like this. Thousands of mountains and rivers separate them, as well as his unspeakable self-esteem.
Then he laughed again, took out the token and threw it into the lake, sinking his only escape route.
It was winter when he left.
The room was as warm as spring, but upon hearing the news, her soul felt like it had fallen into a cold cellar.
The messenger handed her a cloth bag, which contained a dried snow flower, sincere and blank.
She took out the flower from the makeup box that she had picked off when she left, and put it in.
Finally burst into tears.
Beginning in spring and ending in winter, the seasons cycle, and her love grows into a beautiful tragedy.
She wanted to tell him that the rumors were not true and that she had never planned to marry again. It's just that that man has great power and deep thoughts. If she directly brushes his face, it will be difficult for those around her to live in peace in the future.
But it was too late.
Quickly turning her pen, she carefully sketched his appearance on the paper.
What kind of person he is.
The scenery of riding horses passed through Jincheng, and I smiled and folded flower branches to give to old friends. The moon is sinking.
What kind of person he is.
The road is like the blue sky, but he gave up walking in the clouds and practiced asceticism in the world, and his temples were covered with white snow and green frost.
