In front of me is a vast expanse of white, trance to a strange cold, and gradually surrounds me.

When I think of the past and the future, I am confused and panicked. Whenever I reach out to save something, I can't do anything. I can only watch things go right and wrong.

And when I turned around, I saw a figure standing under the tree, a few steps away from me, quietly looking at me.

I stared at him in a daze, for a while I didn't understand why he was here.

After a brief silence, I saw Song Langsheng slowly walking towards me, walking in front of me, and the next moment, he hugged me from the water and walked back step by step.

I want to say something, but I don't know how to start, "I..."

I heard him say slowly, "It's my fault, I'm late.

I kept shaking my head and said incoherently, "If it wasn't for me...he wouldn't...he shouldn't..."

Song Langsheng took me back to the shore, put me down, let me stand still, took off my robe and put it on for me, then said softly, "A Tang, don't feel guilty... these are not your fault."

I felt my tears were broken like beads, he pulled me over to him, stroked my head one by one, and said nothing. His breath was right next to his ears, and the warm temperature was like a beam of hope in a dark night. Slowly, his aching heart eased a little.

There are no traces of flying birds, and across the distant mountains, you can see the corpses and desolation everywhere, as if weeping how tragic the war has been these days.

I asked Song Langsheng how he got here, and the army will be back in two days.

Song Langsheng said: "As soon as Nie Guang was executed, I wanted to come back to see you... I also heard news of Liang Jun halfway through, and when Lu Lingjun arrived in Zezhou, he said that you were rescued by Nie Ran and went east. All the way to this point..."

Seeing that I didn't reply, he turned to look at me, "A Tang?"

I sniffled and shook my head, "I just feel... tired..."

He hugged me tighter, and after a while, he said, "Don't be afraid, it's over."

Tongyun chased the wind, Song Langsheng slowly instigated the horse, I leaned against his chest, and somehow I fell asleep.

I think I should have slept for a long time. When I opened my eyes, the wind gradually softened and the willows became green. There was an open field in front of me. We were in the mountains and fields, all the way to the distance.

I watched it for a long time, and I couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north. "Here, where are we?"

"We have left the boundaries of Yizhou."

"Out, out of Yizhou?" I opened my mouth, "Aren't we going back to Zezhou?"

"Well, not going back."

I looked back at him in amazement, "Then, don't you wait for the army to come back? We just walked away like this, and Jingyan would think something happened to us. If Liang army attacks Zezhou again, if... "

He took my hand and whispered, "Anytime we're gone, thousands of people come looking for us, aren't they?"

I said, "But we haven't cleaned up yet, where can we go, I..."

Under the setting sun, I saw him looking at me in the halo: "On the road ahead, there is a horse, you and me, that's enough."

So, we eloped like that.

Although it is said that I am the wife of Song Langsheng Mingmi is marrying, but in any case, this kind of unsolicited running away from home without any news is also collectively referred to as elopement.

Before this, I always thought that elopement was a very long and beautiful thing. I didn’t realize the hardships until I experienced it myself. Although Song Lang was born, it would not be impossible to have three meals without a roof. This kind of thing, but in order to avoid the inspections of various government offices, we have to find another way and take more detours, so we have to go through such inhumane processes such as two days without a bath and five days without a hair wash.

But it's also kind of interesting.

For example, when the night sky is clear, we grill fish and pigeons on the bonfire in front of the stream, we will quarrel about why we don’t prepare salt in advance, and then lie on the green roughness on such a starry midsummer night, biting ròu while chatting. Thinking about the past, thinking about the future.

Sometimes when I am hungry and want to eat a delicious meal, Song Langsheng will disguise as a long-bearded master, and I will disguise as his attendant and step into the restaurant struttingly, while admiring the beautiful beauties and singing and dancing in the world, while ordering full A table of yam, abalone and ginseng, shake a fan and chat with a scholar sitting next to the family, the country and the world.

Life is so pleasant, how come didn't know it in the past?

We hid all the way to Guangling in the south of the Yangtze River. Five months have passed since we disappeared, and there are few signs with our portraits on the street. It is true that this journey is really fun, but it is uncertain. The days were really exhausting, so after consultation with Song Langsheng, Suo Xing decided to hide in the market before making plans.

We bought a small house in a small town in Guangling, and after a little decoration, we settled down like this.

Although the token of Mingjian Division can make us not have to worry about Yinliang, Song Langsheng didn't want to be an old man, so he found a job at a private school in a town and ate with me in a small teahouse every morning. I went to teach after breakfast. I stopped by and went to the vegetable market on the adjacent street to buy some good food. When I got home, the grandma I invited had cleaned the room, and I would sneak into the kitchen with her to study the dishes for lunch. After lunch, I had a good night's sleep. When I was bored, I went to peek at Song Langsheng's teaching, pursed his lips and snickered outside the door, while the teenagers in the house pursed their lips and snickered at me and laughed; in the evening, I would walk hand in hand with Song Langsheng. At the night market, buy some street food and stop and go until you are sleepy and then go home and go to bed.

Cough, the hateful thing is that because of someone's fullness and warmth, I was so tired that I couldn't get up from the sun the next day.

We live every day peacefully like this, living in a warm cabin, with neighbors who gossip, a stable livelihood, and people who are willing to accompany us for the rest of our lives.

After a long, long period of loneliness, I would think of one night when the moon was bright and the wind was soft.

He wrote and painted on the front of the book desk, and I played the qin cross-legged, thinking of all the dangers in the past, life and death, but luckily that person was close at hand. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel warm in my heart. I stopped, put the qin on my elbow and looked up at him. When he heard the sound of the qin suddenly cut off, he couldn't help turning his head. Seeing me smiling, he asked, "What's wrong?"

I said, "Asheng, this moment is even better than a dream."

Hearing that, he smiled, "What's wrong again."

I shook my head and said, "No, I just think, now... it's good. You said, we will continue to live like this, and then have a child, and when the child grows up, we will still be so good, right?"

He was stunned, then put down the pen and walked slowly to my side, "That's natural."

Seeing that I was still thinking, he squeezed my hand and smiled maliciously: "Do you want to do the things you want children to do again?"

I was shocked and slapped him fiercely, "Don't say such unpleasant words at such a time!"

He was amused by my embarrassed appearance and laughed, "It's not like you have to think about it again, you, you, what are you worrying about all day long? By the way, the sweet-scented osmanthus wine we brewed last time smelled fragrant. Tomorrow We happen to be going to the outskirts of the city to enjoy the flowers, why don't we bring wine with us?"

Thinking about it this time, in fact, many years later, it is not worth mentioning.

But I can still remember the early morning after that night, when the sun was shining brightly, the two of us dug up the wine brewing buried in the garden, filled two bags full of wine, and rode white horses to the suburban flowers. , Wherever you go, the fragrance is splashed, the wind is chuī, and the petals are flying all over the sky.

After chasing and chasing, and finally fell to the ground tired, lying side by side watching the slowly flowing clouds in the sky.

Such a life, how could we dare to expect it.

When we were young, we always comforted ourselves when we could not ask for something, hoping for the next life.

There are gains and regrets in this life, so why be too obsessed with the ending.

The author has something to say:

Just...if I tell you...this is the end, will you kill me? I know it will! ! ! So...it's not the ending...but doesn't it look like the rhythm of the ending? ? ? ?

It's like this... There is only one chapter left (probably a few chapters) from the ending, which is the Concubine chapter. The publisher won't let me post it again. I hope I write an online version and the ending is over... But I am also a reader who is full of disgust with double endings, so I decided to write a seemingly ending ending in this part to tell the publisher that this is the ending of the online version...

I will post the ending of the publication here in the form of an extra post after it is published. If you are too lazy to buy the book, you can watch it at that time... It won't be long, I will write it in a few days, and the fastest two or three It should probably be published within a month...don't be angry, don't be angry...I will steal more before publishing when the editor is not paying attention, you know...

Also, let me talk about what mentioned before, the promise of sending a book after writing a long review is also to be honored. Anyway, if you bought this chapter, parents who have written a long review, send an email to

[email protected]

(It’s okay to add a deduction, but I only have this number for a few days), send me the screenshot of the long review of your page and the purchase record, and then the address and phone number, and then you can receive the signature book.

Well, no matter what, as a waste author who has written one book in four years and the next one has not yet completed the year of the monkey, I still hope that the book will not hit the street, and I still hope that everyone will support it at that time~~ There will be activities on Weibo, In addition to the activities that the publishing company will do, I also plan to pay for the books myself. Let’s organize a book-transferring activity every day, and strive to send out more books to save some money for the students who don’t have enough pocket money.

Then if there are girls who buy books and post books, there will also be various benefits. I will think about the specifics carefully. When the time comes, I will pay attention to Weibo~~ The last thing I want to say is that you can insist on watching it with me. The readers of this moment, all of you, are the objects of my gratitude. Without your support, I would never have been able to complete this work. Thousands of words condensed into one thank you thank you thank you!

ps: If you have any suggestions for the next drama qíng, you can mention it. I am still thinking carefully and hope to do my best.

bye~ Tired of logging!

Chapter 62 Extra Story 1

It's just a story, always to be told.

Speaking of which, it was mid-autumn in August, and cinnamon was everywhere. After careful calculation, Song Langsheng and I also lived in the small town of Guangling for more than a year.

We had breakfast as usual that morning. After he went out, I leisurely went to the market with a vegetable basket. I planned to go around the river to see if I could buy two fresh fish stew. But when he was passing through the bushes, he was suddenly blocked by someone.

Before I could react, the man knelt down in front of me with a plop and cried, "Princess... This servant is looking for you..."

Only then did I see that the person who came was actually Jing Yan's personal servant Cheng Tie Zhong, not to mention his ragged clothes, the sleeve of his right arm was empty, his appearance was extremely awkward, I stammered and said. : "Eunuch Cheng...how did you find this place...your right arm..."

Cheng Tiezhong burst into tears and grabbed the tunnel with his head: "I beg the princess to save the emperor..."

I was completely stunned: "What happened to Jingyan?"

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty may not be able to stand it any longer..."

With a click, the vegetable basket fell to the ground.

When Song Lang and I were living in the world, we knew the same things about the imperial city as most ordinary people. We only heard that after the war was settled, the emperor appointed the daughter of the Minister of War, and soon the queen was happy, and the line of the emperor continued. , Manchu civil and military all breathed a sigh of relief, and since then the palace in the middle of the dynasty has been full of happiness.