After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

Chapter 481

Since Li Chenan won, she naturally lost.

It's just that her expression at the moment does not show the frustration of losing, she looks very calm.

There is not even the fear of dying, but there is a taste of relief.

Right in Li Chenan's sight, she suddenly opened her mouth again.

But instead of telling Li Chenan that the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, she actually recited a poem written by Li Chenan during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year:

"Ten years of life and death are boundless,

Not thinking about it, unforgettable.

A lonely grave for thousands of miles... There is nowhere to say desolation.

Even if you meet you should not know,

His face was covered with dust... his temples were like frost. "

She seemed stuck in some kind of fond memory.

A sweet smile appeared on her face.

She continued to read, although the corner of her mouth was bleeding, her voice was very steady and full of affection——

"When you come at night, you dream and suddenly return home,

Xiaoxuan window is dressing up. "

Her expression gradually dimmed, and there was a painful light flickering in her eyes. Although it was faint, it was the true reflection of her heart at this moment.

Thinking back to when she was young, when she was fifteen or sixteen years old, she was no different from those girls who were pursuing a better future.

But I don't know what happened to her. Xu has some relationship with her husband Yan Jidao.

After all, she didn't live the life she envisioned.

After all, she deviated from the path that should have been full of flowers and walked into the dark abyss.

Until now it has come to such a miserable end——

"There are no words for each other, only tears and thousands of lines.

I expected to have broken heart every year,
moon night...

Short Matsuoka. "

Tears dripped from the corners of her eyes.

I don't know if it's regret for today's events, or guilt for past feelings.

Or disappointment with someone.

Li Chenan didn't ask.

Because there is no need to ask.

There are too many love and hate things in the world. If I have to say one reason, it is probably that each has its own destiny.

Princess Liyang raised her eyes, she swallowed a mouthful of blood in her mouth, and said slowly:

"I really like the poems you make."

"I used to wish that you were the purest literati."

"Li Chen'an, on that Mid-Autumn Festival night, read to me the No.16 poem you wrote."

Li Chenan looked at Princess Liyang.

This is the first time he has seen Princess Liyang so closely.

She is in her thirties, but she is still beautiful.

It's just that the face at this moment is even paler, and the vitality in those eyes is fading away.

Like a flower about to wither.

"That poem is called "Broken Time""

Li Chenan stood with his hands behind his back, raised his head:
"Looking at the sword while drunk,
Dreaming of blowing the horns back to the camp.

Eight hundred miles under his command,
The sound of the fifty strings turning over the plug.

Soldiers on the battlefield in autumn.

Mazuo Lu Feikuai,

The bow is like a thunderbolt.

But the king's world affairs,
To win the name before and after life,
It happened in vain. "

Princess Liyang's eyes became more and more hollow, she listened to the poem carefully, and after three breaths, "I understand!"

"What do you understand?"

"Brother Huang entrusted this world to you precisely because of this poem!"

"You are wrong, I am going to welcome back the eldest son of the emperor."

A strange look suddenly appeared on Princess Liyang's face.

She knew that she was going to die, so she didn't go to talk to Li Chenan about the eldest son of the emperor.

She is explaining her funeral:

"After I die, can I be buried on the pine hill where Zhou Shan can see the hut?"

"...It's ok, but, isn't this embarrassing yourself? Why don't you let it go?"

Princess Liyang sneered:

"I'm making things difficult for him!"

"My grave is just opposite the wind chime hut, I just want to see if he still has the mood to fight that vixen in that hut!"

"If I die and turn into a ghost, I still have to watch him suffer!"

She coughed.

Coughing violently, spit out mouthfuls of blood.

She coughed and bent down, which made Li Chenan sigh inwardly.

He finally asked:
"Queen Lu, did you kill her?"

After five breaths.

Princess Liyang finally stopped coughing, she raised her head, her face was glowing red.

She didn't answer Li Chenan's question at all.

She actually said something that shocked Li Chenan——

"That bitch... deserves to die!"

Her face became more and more red, but her eyes gradually dimmed.

Her body could no longer hold on, and she was about to slide down the door.

Li Chen'an supported her shoulder, and asked urgently:
"why?"

Princess Liyang smiled, but still didn't answer.

Her head drooped slowly, and she said the last sentence:

"The harem... has a big leaf banyan..."

This is half a sentence.

But the meaning of this half sentence is very obvious, and the big leaf banyan is easy to find.

But what does the big leaf banyan have to do with Queen Lu's death?

Including the one in the palace, there are five big-leaf banyan trees in Kyoto. Could there be some other secret among them?
Princess Liyang's eyes are still open.

But that smile remained on her face forever.

Xu is finally freed.

Actually not freed.

……

……

Li Chenan put Princess Liyang's body on the bed in this room.

He came out.

Picked up the blue blood washed silver gun on the ground.

The snow still remains.

Those people in the courtyard are still the same.

The cover of the coffin has not been lifted, which shows that Xiao Wu has not been able to rescue Xiao Jian.

Yin Ruming was still kneeling beside the coffin, and she had become a snowman.

There is also a snowman beside her.

She is Xiaoqin.

An eagle rested on Xiao Baozi's shoulder.

Ning Chuchu sat on the corridor, propped her chin with her hands, slightly raised her head to look at the snow flying in the sky of the courtyard, wondering what she was thinking.

Or nothing at all.

Just lamenting the impermanence of fate.

The cocoon on Yan Jidao's body became smaller and brighter.

It is estimated that he is about to break out of the cocoon, and the poison in his body will be eliminated by him soon.

Wen Xiaowan lowered her head.

She holds that lover sword in her hand!
She was stroking the sword.

She seemed to be thinking of something too.

Amu is still standing dumbly, but...

"Where did Wang Zhenghaoxuan go?"

Amu's face as cold as a knife smiled slightly:
"Junior brother heard a dog barking in the courtyard."

Li Chenan was stunned for a moment:
"……Good!"

Cheng Yiren, who was wearing a purple robe and a snow-white sable fur cloak, walked in front of Li Chenan.

Raise your head and raise your eyebrows:
"I'm leaving."

"Where to go?"

"Zhongli Qiuyang is still waiting for me at Wangjiang Wharf in Pingjiangcheng."

"...Okay, go ahead and say hello to him for me."

"Well, I bid you farewell to remind you that you still owe me a horse! A best horse!"

Li Chenan touched his nose, "This... I remember, not yet."

"By the way, when did you get married?"

Cheng Yiren forgot about the horse, and smiled shyly: "Qiuyang said it will be another two years."

"Okay, in another two years... Ruoshui and I came to congratulate."

"Then it's settled."

Baozi Xiao glanced back, Cheng Yiren had already turned and left.

Ning Chuchu had come to Li Chenan's side, and asked in a low voice:
"Auntie she..."

"died."

Ning Chuchu bowed her head, her face was a little dark.

"It's my aunt after all, I'll go and see her... How about sending her back to the Imperial Tomb and burying her next to the Imperial Tomb?"

"Her last wish is to be buried in Zhoushan, on the pine hill opposite the hut."

"...I couldn't get rid of it in the end."

Yes, she didn't let go until she died.

With his hands behind his back, Li Chen'an looked up at the dim sky.

Two wild geese flew across the sky.

He expressed his feelings, and his words were a little sad:
"Ask the world, what is love, directly teach life and death?

Flying to the north and south,
Lao Chi has returned to the cold and heat a few times.

Have fun, parting hard, you will be more idiots.

What you should say:

To whom is the shadow of thousands of miles of stratus clouds and thousands of mountains and misty snow?

On Hengfen Road, when the loneliness was lonely, the desolate smoke was still flat.

……

Through the ages, in order to be reserved for the sorrow,

Singing and drinking...Visit Yanqiu! "

Xiao Baozi turned around.

Wen Xiaowan looked up.

Ning Chuchu's eyes were full of spring.

Zhongli Ruoshui, who was far away in Lizhou City, Shuzhou, was sitting alone in front of the window at the moment, raised the pen in his hand, and wrote on the paper——

"If the two feelings last for a long time,

How can it be day and night! "

(End of this chapter)