the emperor is my uncle

The Jiangshui generation was not very prosperous, it was simple and comfortable, and Lian Zheng's bones were buried here.

It was only after I went back that I heard that on the same day, the queen of Daqi Kingdom was buried.

When everyone heard the news for the first time, they were all confused. When did Daqi have a queen? How come no one who loves gossip the most knows about it?

After inquiring clearly, I realized that some old clothes and a Ruyi lock were originally buried in the imperial mausoleum. It was only then that I guessed who the person who was originally intended to be buried there was.

Jiang Huai tapped his lips while shaking his fan and drinking tea, "Tsk tsk, my emperor is really courageous, even if you 'die', you have to be a ghost of the royal family."

I suddenly felt endless sourness in the air, but because I didn't care much about Jiang Huai, I didn't speak up.

"Well, I have read countless secrets, but your fate is the most absurd and shocking. First you were an outcast, then you became a princess in a daze, and then you were demoted to a commoner with tears in your eyes. Unexpectedly,' After he died, he was posthumously named queen." Seeing that I ignored him, Jiang Huai became more energetic, and kept poking at his mouth that could be ashamed of people, "I want to come, those concubines in the palace now For daily activities, the only thing left is to 'tie you villain'. After all, people have been looking forward to it for so long, but you have been blocked by a heartless girl. So I said, if your life is compiled into a book, then Every word must be absurd, tsk tsk, what an absurd record worthy of being circulated..."

I glanced at him, my heart was surging and my appearance was calm: "Don't talk to me with such indecent emphasis."

Jiang Huai pointed the table with his index finger and asked me, "Is this an order?"

I nodded quickly, "Forget it."

"Then what is your identity to order me?" Jiang Huai closed his fan and put it on the table, staring at me, "Anyway, I know that I can't listen to anyone except my own wife, so Darling, let me take care of you?"

I was inexplicably uncomfortable, so I had to ask back: "Do I look like I can't take care of myself?"

Before he answered whether he looked like or not, I limped back to the room and closed the door tightly.

In Fu Donglou's place, I am a dead person who needs mourning; in Jiang Huai's place, I am a useless person who needs to be taken care of. I really can't do anything but fail.

A heartache is always more painful than a physical injury, and it really is.

……

Not surprisingly, I saw Fu Donglou again that night.His beard had grown, as if he had aged ten years in a few days. He was facing the memorial without commenting for a long time, and his eyes were full of sadness and longing.

When I approached him, he wrote the pen and finally wrote the verdict, but he wrote the words that made my nose sore—a spring of spring, the last stroke of the thick ink dragged the elders and elders, and it was drawn outside the memorial. Only then did he come to his senses, and then he stroked out the line of the poem and threw the memorial.

Many of our past and ignorance started from this bad poem I made up, how can I not feel sad, how can I not cry.If this wasn't a dream, I would throw myself on his knees and cry aloud, pouring out all my grievances and pain...

I admit that I'm also pretty sloppy when it comes to dealing with past relationships, so when I woke up I almost moved the idea of ​​going back to see him.

But with my cripple appearance, how can I be the queen of the world, how can I be worthy?How can I make him be ridiculed by the whole world?

Enough is enough, really enough.

I finally understood that the best dreams I've ever had in my life were being with him, and the worst reality I've ever seen was waking up from those dreams.

Before dawn, I dug out a Jiang Huai long gown and put it on, and casually tied a man's hair in a bun, and led Zhuifeng away.

Go a little further, let me go a little further, let me never make a wrong decision whenever I think about it, and make it difficult for me to be impulsive because I have to go a long, long way to go back, the best.