The prince rode thousands of miles alone and rushed all the way back to the imperial city.
"Prince, Your Majesty... he doesn't have much time..." Several imperial doctors knelt in the emperor's palace. Seeing the prince return, the one-year-old imperial doctor looked at the prince and sighed deeply.
"Your Majesty... he has been waiting for the prince..."
Princess Pingle on the side looked at her returning brother and shook her head bitterly.
The father fell on the bed, and the younger brother returned from the vicissitudes of life. At this moment, the magnificent high wall of the palace seemed to be a blinding leaf.
People inside cannot see outside, but people outside can see inside.
The prince suddenly seemed to be in a dream, and slowly walked to the side of the dragon bed step by step.
The emperor's face was pale, and he was no longer as majestic as before. Instead, he was lying there with a sallow face and thin muscles, and his whole body revealed a sense of decline.
"Back... back..." When the emperor saw the prince, a look appeared in his lifeless eyes, but his words were as weak as a crossbow.
"Back!" The prince replied softly,
"Realized...what..." the emperor asked.
The prince shook his head slightly, and then fell into silence.
The father and son didn't seem to have much to say to each other. It seemed like everything was waiting to take its course.
One person is waiting for the other person to return,
One knows that the other person is waiting.
What are you waiting for?
It’s just a meeting again!
Wearing a white dress, the beloved princess floated into the palace. Looking at the father and son, her heart ached slightly.
"Yun'er... Hong Yi is here..." The emperor's eyes slowly closed, as if what he had been worrying about had come to an end.
He has no reason to hold on anymore...
The prince looked at his father's departure and did not cry. Instead, he stood there blankly...for an unknown amount of time.
The soft sigh lifted up the autumn wind that filled the imperial city, and the red leaves in the wind fell like reincarnation.
The red leaves will eventually fall to the ground, but I don’t know when and where they will fall silent.
This year, the emperor died...
The prince sat in front of the emperor's mausoleum for several days...
No joy or sadness, just sitting so quietly, there was no pain in his expression.
This once made people in the palace suspect that the prince had no feelings for the emperor... There were even rumors in the palace.
The princess stayed with the prince for three days. Seeing that the prince was just sitting there without saying a word, she got up and returned to the prince's palace.
She knew...great sorrow has no tears.
She needed to... deal with the rumors.
After the Crown Princess left, Princess Pingle came to the Crown Prince again and sat in meditation with the Crown Prince.
The silver moon rises, and the imperial mausoleum is silent.
The prince looked up at the stars, and the princess stayed by his side silently.
"Sister Huang, why can't I feel sadness?" the prince asked in silence.
"Because, there is no sorrow in a great injury!" Pingle replied slowly.
The prince lowered his head and looked at his father's tombstone, silent.
Pingle slowly stood up and looked at the emperor's tombstone with a sad expression.
The emperor was also her father, so how could she not feel sad... But as she practiced swordsmanship, she had become extremely determined, and could not show her sorrow or joy.
But the prince is different from her. The prince has been gentle and gentle since he was a child.
The prince... is not a tough person.
"Go back..." Pingle said softly, "It's time for you to meet your princess."
The prince shook his head slowly, "I will stay with my father for a while."
"Okay..." Pingle sighed and continued: "Tomorrow is your coronation ceremony, don't be too late."
The prince nodded and sat leaning against the mausoleum and looking into the wind.
Pingle shook his head and stepped away.
That night, the prince still sat in front of the late emperor's mausoleum all night long.
This year, Min'an succeeded to the throne.
This year, Min'an followed the late emperor's last wish and canonized Yunxue as queen.
...
Min'an sat high on the throne, listening to the admonitions of the civil and military officials, and his still Confucian atmosphere gradually became a little imperial.
"Your Majesty, Beiyuan invaded our territory. The Lord of Beiyuan personally led 300,000 troops with the intention of invading our territory. I hope your Majesty will make a decision." An official came forward to report.
Emperor Min'an shouted in a deep voice: "Weichi Li, Situ Gong listens to the order."
"I'm here!" Two generals came out and bowed to Emperor Min'an to listen to the order.
"I have ordered Yu Chili to be the commander-in-chief of Zhenbei and Situ Gong to be the deputy commander, so we can go to the north to face Beiyuan. Is there any problem?"
"I obey the order!" The two of them stepped back after the order and immediately left the palace.
Over the past few years, they have learned about the young His Majesty's methods and decisions. There is no need to say anything, they just need to follow orders.
All officials have no doubts.
"Situ Yong!" Emperor Min'an shouted again.
"I'm here."
"I order you to go to Xiliao as an envoy to explore the reality of Xiliao and see if you have any plans to conspire with Beiyuan."
"According to the order!"
"Zhang Jin!"
"I'm here!"
"You go to Nangu and tell the leader of Nangu that the agreement from years ago will continue!"
"According to the order!"
"..."
After all arrangements were made, Emperor Min'an returned to the palace alone without letting anyone follow him.
Instead, he returned to the palace alone and saw his queen writing something beside her.
The white long skirt wraps her body, her skin is like gelatin, her figure is soft, and her posture of writing is full of charm.
Min An looked at his queen and sighed softly:
"Why do you, the majestic leader of the Yun Sect, condescend to this small palace?"
Yun Xue turned around after hearing the words and looked at Min An and shook his head stubbornly. There was an indescribable complexity in that charming face.
"You are looking for your true self, and I am also looking for my true self."
"What is your true self?" Min An asked.
Yun Xue's bright eyes looked deeply at Min An without saying a word.
...
Time is easy to grow old, and time is easy to pass away.
In the blink of an eye, ten days have passed.
Min An has entered middle age, but Yun Xue is still young and beautiful.
The two have been married for more than ten years, but have never given birth to a son or a daughter.
Pingle has never been married. He has been practicing swordsmanship and seems to have no interest in getting married.
Min An was sitting on the rockery in the imperial garden, looking at the stars. This was his favorite place when he was a child.
Time has passed and it seems that I can no longer find the feeling I had back then.
Yun Xue also squatted beside him. For more than ten years, she had been following him except when attending court in Min'an.
"Have you... found your 'true self'?" Min An asked slowly.
Yun Xue looked at his side face, nodded and then shook her head.
"Did you always follow me when I went south?"
Yun Xue nodded and never denied it.
She has been following Min An since she got married, and she has secretly solved many dangers, such as those gangsters.
"Go back..." Min An said softly.
"Where are you going?" Yun Xue asked softly.
"Back to reality...back to...Ghost Gate!"
Min'an looked at the sky and said something shocking.
boom!
Yun Xue's breath trembled suddenly at this moment, and then returned to calm instantly.
"When...you woke up?" Yun Xue asked hesitantly.
"I just woke up." Min An said slowly, "When did you wake up... Fairy Ning?"
"Three years ago!"
"Since you've already woken up...why don't you leave?"
Ning Baixue looked at Min An, or Su Mo to be precise, with a complicated expression.
She awakened her self-awareness three years ago and discovered that this whole life was just an illusory dream.
But her husband is Su Mo who makes it difficult for her to face.
She didn't know why she chose to stay after she woke up. From the moment she woke up, she could leave this stage. When she woke up, she should naturally return to reality.
But she chose to continue this dream, perhaps because of her complicated feelings for Su Mo and his wife, or perhaps because she was looking for the elusive 'true self'?
Although this world in Guanzhong is an illusion, it seems to be real.
In this fantasy world, I had been with Su Mo day and night for more than ten years, and my grudges and grudges had long been entangled.
"Go back!" Su Mo sighed.
Ning Baixue took a deep look at Su Mo, then nodded slowly, her body dissipated, and her consciousness returned to the God's Realm and the Ghost Gate.
This side......
Destiny.
