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Chapter 99 Chen Jiao's Ending
Chi Rui heard the sound of objects falling to the ground in the room, got up quickly and entered, and whispered: "Princess?"
At a glance, Wu Jie's face was pale on the bed, her hands were hanging empty by the side of the bed, and the half-turned book fell to the ground.
Chi Rui picked up the book and complained: "I told you earlier that the princess should not read the book so late, and be careful to burn your eyes."
Before she could finish her sentence, her arm was suddenly grabbed with such force that it hurt.
Chi Rui was surprised: "Princess?"
"What time is it now?" Wu Jie asked tremblingly, her face pale.
"It's the second quarter of the Hai hour, princess, you fell asleep just now, did you read the Buddhist scriptures too much?" Chi Rui asked quickly when she saw that her expression was not right.
The familiar tone fell into her ears, and Wu Jie slowly freed herself from the horrifying dream.
By the way, the pain in the dream has passed, and I am in this life, not the last one.
After a while, she smiled bitterly: "It's nothing, I just had a dream."
Chi Rui really wanted to ask what the dream was, but seeing Wu Jie's gloomy face, obviously not wanting to talk, she helped her to lie down.
A dream that disturbed all sleepiness. After squinting on the bed for a long time and unable to fall asleep, Wu Jie got up again and put on her clothes.
She pushed open the door, and the savage cold wind blew in with snowflakes. Rejecting Chi Rui's following, she left the wing room alone.
The whole field was silent, and the monks went to bed early in such a cold night, all the houses were plunged into darkness, and snowflakes fell under the deep sky.
Wu Jie walked along the corridor all the way to the Buddhist hall in the main hall.
It was already night, and the weather was cold. There were no monks on duty in the Buddhist hall. The huge hall was empty, only the rows of candles on both sides were dancing and burning, illuminating the entire hall in splendor.
On the central throne, the tall Buddha sculpture reflects a golden halo, and the corners of his lips are pursed with a compassionate smile of compassion for all living beings.
Wu Jie paused as she turned around the high platform, she never expected that there would be someone in this cold and silent moment.
Yuan Jing held a fire folder in his hand, and lit the few candles that had been extinguished by the cold wind one by one in front of rows of candles. His movements were gentle, with a reassuring rhythm.
Seeing her coming, Yuan Jing's expression was obviously also surprised.
Wu Jie bowed and greeted, "It's so late, why didn't the emperor rest?" Did you come here to light candles, was it because you were too busy?
Yuan Jing smiled wryly: "I had a dream just now and felt uncomfortable, so I came here." Only by doing trivial tasks can the turbulent thoughts be calmed down a little.
Dream!
Wu Jie trembled slightly, staring at Yuan Jing, "What dream?"
"What dream?" Yuan Jing's eyes showed confusion, and the dancing fire in his hand reflected his handsome face dimly and gracefully.
It was a dream that made him unable to tell whether it was reality or an illusion...
In the dark bedroom, Yuan Jing sat on the couch.
Several figures were quietly busy around him, looking through the heavy curtain, they looked like a group of thin shadows.
The atmosphere in the entire hall was extremely oppressive, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and everyone's faces were heavy and terrified, as if they were facing an enemy.
As the center of the crowd, Yuan Jing showed a comforting smile, although this smile was extremely weak.
"Don't be nervous, I won't die."
Yuan Zhe's angry voice came: "The emperor!"
Yuan Jing wanted to say something, but the stinging pain in his chest choked his words.
Yuan Zhe's voice continued: "That noble concubine, Wu Shi, assassinated Sheng Jia, please let the emperor die immediately! I intend to lead the army to the south and pacify Dongyue in one battle!"
Yuan Jing closed her eyes, as if her heart was torn apart along with this wound. Concubine Wu, does she hate herself so much? Invite him to go to Shuixie to listen to her playing the piano, and when she is fascinated by it, she asks her confidant servant girl to wait for the opportunity to assassinate him.
Ha, maybe it's not because she hates herself. After all, she belongs to the clan of Dongyue, and for the sake of her family and relatives, she has no choice but to do so.
"Dongyue is a despicable country with both ends of the head. It clearly agreed to the contract between the two countries before, but now it has turned around to serve South Chen and intends to assassinate." Lin Desheng also complained angrily.
Compared to the anger of these confidantes, Yuan Jing was calmer.
"Can't deal with her."
Without waiting for his ministers to refute, he raised his hand, "We must not let the news of my assassination spread, otherwise there will be changes in South Chen and the Northwest."
Yuan Zhe and Lin Desheng came to their senses.
It is impossible for Dongyue to choose a random time to assassinate Yuan Jing. I am afraid that Capital City South Chen's secret operations and border wars will follow. Since the emperor succeeded to the throne, although the government and the public have been peaceful, that is only an appearance. In fact, there are still several turbulent undercurrents lurking. Prince Fu of Jinwu City in the south is one, and Gao Tanyu, who is in charge of military power in the northwest, is one, and South Chen is coveting.
Yuan Jing must not spread the news of being seriously injured and dying at this time.
After just saying a few words, Yuan Jing began to lack of breath and became dizzy.
Yuan Zhe hurried forward to help him lie down.
Knowing that she was about to faint, Yuan Jing's eyes fell on Wan Chongji who was on the bedside, and said in a low voice: "Set up a situation, and use the reason of concubines to fight for favor, and deal with the palace servants around her. Lock her up first... Changqiu Pavilion."
After saying this, he completely fell into a coma, followed by a high fever that lasted for several days.
All that is known in the harem is that the concubine Wu, who was originally favored, was demoted to a noble concubine because her words and deeds offended the emperor carelessly, and the emperor also became ill from anger and ignored political affairs for several days.
Although pretending to be sick, Yuan Jing still insisted on showing up several times every other day to calm people's mind. Such exhaustion caused his serious injury, which lasted for more than a month before being judged by the imperial physician to be completely out of danger.
However, this sword was close to the heart, and it was extremely poisonous. The martial arts he had practiced since he was a child was completely useless.
...
"I had a very strange dream. In the dream, you still went to my harem with your relatives. But it wasn't Zihui's identity. You were Princess Jinning from the beginning. I made you a noble concubine, and then..."
"Your maid assassinated me, and I was seriously injured."
Yuan Jing said in a low voice.
That dream was so real, from the severe pain in his chest to the hectic and bewildered months that followed, he even wondered if he had personally experienced such an assassination.
In the dream, he was completely separated from her because of this incident.
He imprisoned her in the Changqiu Pavilion and demoted her from a noble concubine to a noble concubine. From then on, she became a concubine who fell out of favor, living alone in the cold and lonely attic in the harem for several years.
It's not that she didn't suspect that she was ignorant of the assassination. But when she thought of it, she was her maid who was as close as a sister since she was a child. And then there was news that Dongyue had reneged on the covenant and expelled the envoys of the Northern Wei Dynasty. The two phases confirmed that this assassination was premeditated.
He didn't dare to ask any more questions, or even face her again. He was deeply afraid that he would hear the most embarrassing news from her mouth. Let the original good intentions turn into a joke.
On the contrary, it's not as good as this, the two places are separated, and they don't see each other again, that's fine, at least, I know that her daily life is not bad.
He told Wan Chongji to take care of her and let her live a comfortable life. Knowing that she likes to read books, he ordered someone to clean up the Nianhua Pavilion in the Elephant Garden, and stuffed a lot of story books and historical materials, so that she could borrow them when she was bored. She also ordered people to plant her favorite trees and flowers around Changqiu Pavilion to make her life under house arrest as comfortable as possible.
As for the ruling and opposition parties, there are too many things that require him to be busy...
"I dreamed that Gao Tanyu fell ill and died, and Prince Fu's rebellion was quickly quelled, and my country became more and more stable day by day."
Everything is going well, except his body, which is getting worse and worse with the busy day by day.
After the death of Emperor Tiankang in South Chen, he was not the annoying guy, but Emperor Shenrui, the son of Empress Xiao Zhou, who succeeded to the throne. This stupid thing only took the throne for only one year, and the government has been tossing and deteriorating day by day.
So he took advantage of the situation and sent troops to the south. Several generals divided up and attacked the city all the way, and Dongyue was also determined by the first battle.
After several years, he saw her again.
She touched him cautiously, flattered him, and lowered her figure.
That gesture made him feel complicated.
In recent years, there is no shortage of beauties around him. There are dozens of beauties in the two drafts, but they are not in good health, and he is not lucky.
But the moment he saw her, he felt impatient. It turned out that in the past four years, he had never let go of this relationship.
He pressed her on the bed, wishing he could crush her to pieces, and wiped her clean with every mouthful.
Her waist was still as slender and delicate as imagined in her dream, but there was an unconcealable grievance in her big bright eyes.
How had he not discovered it before? Her expression must have been such a reluctance. Yes, she had never admired herself. From the beginning to the end, she was just self-righteous.
The chest began to ache again. The injury there has become a chronic disease, and it must recur in the depths of winter every year.
"Your Royal Highness is really wronged." After that time of happiness, he deliberately said sarcastically.
She didn't speak, her lips pursed in embarrassment.
He lifted his long hair and kissed her moist cheek.
So be it.
Whether she likes it or not, she is his for the rest of her life anyway.
She quickly regained his favor, even better than before, and after that, she had his child.
This made him extremely happy. He is about to go south to fight. At that time, she begged him to treat the clan and people of East Vietnam kindly.
"I am not a tyrannical king, how could I embarrass the people? They will also be my subjects and subjects in the future." Yuan Jing promised with a smile.
At that time, he was full of vigor and high spirits, thinking that if he went south to conquer himself, he would be able to decide South Chen in one battle, the world would be unified, and the young emperor could reach such a peak in his achievements, which was rarely seen in history.
In the future, there will be no more wars and disputes in this world, and all the Eastern Great Wei will be his people. And he and she are still young, and there will naturally be a longer time in the future. His thoughts, as well as their children, will eventually move her slowly one day.
However, not long after going south, Empress Gao sent an envoy to bring news from the palace.
She suffered a miscarriage and collapsed to death!
When he heard the news, he couldn't believe it was true for a moment.
And the servant who came to interrogate is Empress Gao's confidant, and said respectfully: "Your concubine also said that there is one thing left, please ask the emperor to open it personally." At the same time, he offered the mahogany box he was carrying.
He opened the box and saw...
Before he could vent his anger and fear, he was cracked and shattered by the extremely cold ice and snow.
The heart ached, and a mouthful of blood spit out.
The so-called grand plan and hegemony, the once ambitious ambitions, disappeared in an instant, leaving no trace.
...
Yuan Jing turned her head to stare at Wu Jie, and said with difficulty: "Have you dreamed about these things a long time ago?"
Waking up from the dream, he couldn't even tell whether it was a dream or reality, just because the dream was so real, all the joys, sorrows, sorrows, and unpredictable fates were so real and reasonable. As if in a dream, he experienced the brief meeting, breaking up, joys and sorrows with her...
After this dream, he suddenly realized something.
Why is he so in love with him, but still unable to open this person's heart? Why does she always have a kind of resistance and resistance when facing him.
Wu Jie didn't answer. For her, that was not a dream, but a real life, a life that she once had longed for but withered for a short time.
The corners of Yuan Jing's lips moved slightly, but she didn't know what to say.
If everything in that dream is real, he was the first to choose to give up and escape that feeling.
Let the once warm relationship between the two be completely cold. Everything is his fault. Because in this relationship, he is the strong, he is the king, no matter what kind of treatment he imposes, she can only bear it passively.
Whether it's envy or humiliation, she has no choice.
Thunder, rain and dew are all gifts from heaven, and the flowers growing on the ground can only accept them obediently, and the only one who can make the decision may be to close one's heart.
Yuan Jing didn't look at her again, he was afraid that he would show too ugly fragility.
He looked up at the aloof Buddha, and the smiling Buddha statue was always in such a calm posture. He looked at the love of many men and women in the world with cold eyes, sorrow, joy and sorrow.
All causes and effects have their own definite number.
"Are you going with him?" Yuan Jing asked in a low voice.
Wu Jie didn't answer. In the silence, the sudden sound of footsteps was very clear.
A tall figure walked in from the door of the Buddhist hall. He seemed to have walked a long way, or stood in the courtyard for a long time, with snow on his shoulders and eyebrows.
Seeing Wu Jie and Yuan Jing in the Buddhist hall, Chen Jiao showed a surprised expression.
Before he could say hello, Yuan Jing turned around suddenly and walked towards the apse.
Seeing his figure completely disappear into the darkness, Chen Jiao was a little dazed. Until Wu Jie spoke and drew his attention back.
"Have you been outside for a long time?" Wu Jie looked at the snow on his shoulder.
Only then did Chen Jiao come back to his senses, staring at Wu Jie, his eyes were extraordinarily bright, with unspeakable emotions.
There are some things he can't wait to tell her.
"You know what? I had a dream."
Wu Jie was shocked, it was another dream! She couldn't help asking, "What kind of dream is it?"
Chen Jiao stared at her, "I dreamed that I saw you once in my previous life."
last life? Wu Jie's eyes widened. She was sure that she had never seen Chen Jiao in her previous life.
Chen Jiao stared at her with deep sadness and pain in his eyes.
"I dreamed a lot. When I woke up just now, I couldn't even tell whether it was a dream or reality."
Waking up from the dream, he felt very uncomfortable, so he chose to go out for a walk, wandered in the courtyard for a long time, and saw that the Buddhist hall was still lit, his heart was touched, and he came to pay his respects to the Buddha. After entering the main hall, they saw Yuan Jing and Wu Jie.
Chen Jiao said in a low voice, with a difficult tone: "I dreamed that I did something that I was sorry for you,"
Wu Jie shook her head and smiled bitterly. The two of them didn't know each other in their previous life, okay? As a member of South Chen, Chen Jiao did nothing more than those things, and she probably already guessed it.
"say no more."
Chen Jiao asked, "Aren't you curious what dream I had?"
Wu Jie shook her head, "Actually, I also had a dream, probably already dreamed about it, what would you dream about."
Chen Jiao panicked: "It's really strange, why do I have such a dream, I even feel fear. It's as clear as if I experienced it in my previous life."
He suddenly stared at Wu Jie again with burning eyes, "Have you ever dreamed about the past before?"
Wu Jie once clearly predicted the death of Emperor Tiankang, and when she was in Bixiao Palace, there were many small unexplainable flaws in her affairs, such as the method of plotting against Empress Gao.
If she had dreamed about those days long ago, everything could be explained.
"Maybe." Wu Jie lowered her head, "It's useless to indulge in the past."
Chen Jiao was silent for a moment, looking at the direction where Yuan Jing disappeared, and suddenly said: "Give me a chance and let me make it up to you."
"You don't owe me anything." Wu Jie shook her head.
"It's true, the one who owes you the most should be that guy." It's a waste that even a pregnant loved one can't be saved.
"Come with me, I will take you to see the rain in Jianye. We will come back to see the magnificent scenery of White Deer Temple in the fall of next year." Along the waterway, it takes only two days to travel from Jianye to Xinshaocheng Clippers One night's journey.
Chen Jiao stepped forward and took her hand.
The snow outside the hall gradually became smaller.
A figure stood behind the hall, clinging to the cold wall.
Yuan Jing closed his eyes, snowflakes covered his shoulders and hair, and even his long eyelashes were covered with fine ice crystals.
The cold temperature eroded the body, but it was no match for the faint voice coming from the hall.
Why? Obviously already determined to leave, gave up, and walked down the stairs in the apse, but a force stopped him.
Maybe, somewhere, he still doesn't want to give up.
But at this moment, listening to the earnest promises and soft words in the hall, they are all reminding him to give up.
He should have understood a long time ago that compared with the things that separate him from her, the relationship between him and her is more innocent and free from worries.
Ha, didn't you promise to give up and send her back to her hometown? Why is this feeling like my heart is freezing cold now.
Maybe this is the punishment left to me for my mistakes in my previous life, and I will remember it forever for the rest of my life.
He looked up at the dark sky, showing a bitter smile.
The next day, the snow really stopped.
Wu Jie got up and finished washing.
Chen Jiao was still waiting for him, while Yuan Jing had already left with someone.
"That guy, I heard that he set off before dawn, and he is not afraid of breaking his leg on the road." Chen Jiao shook his head.
Wu Jie could probably understand Yuan Jing's mood.
The two went down the mountain together, and Chen Jiao rode the horse and walked beside her carriage, looking at the world that had just cleared up after the snow. The green pines and cypresses in the mountains were covered with ice crystals and snowflakes. The group of people walking on the mountain road was like walking in an elegant painting. In ink painting.
After returning to the city and staying in Prince De's Mansion for a few more days, it was time for Wu Jie to leave.
She once thought that staying in her hometown would be the happiest. Here are her warmest teenage years and the family she cares about the most, but just like her mother and Master Guangxin's words, like a bird that grows up and leaves its nest, she has to go out and have a look after all.
Life is too short, if you miss it, you will miss it forever. The hometown is warm, but there are some more beautiful things in life that she still needs to try and experience.
On the fourth day of December, the day when Chen Jiao left Xinshao City. Wu Jie also set off together.
Chen Jiao said goodbye to Emperor Zhengen and Wu Zhen who saw him off, and Wu Jie also said goodbye to her parents and sister.
Although Princess Lu and the others were full of reluctance, after the last farewell, the Yiyi farewell is no longer so sad. Wu Jie walked very calmly.
Dongyue is now in a special position, having concluded contracts with both the Northern Wei Dynasty and South Chen, and Wu Zhen also returned to the palace, everything made her feel at ease. What's more, it's not impossible to come back in the future. As Chen Jiao said, whether by boat or by land, as long as they are safe, they will meet each other one day.
Chen Jiao rode his horse and walked on the spacious road, the cold wind was blowing and the snow was white.
Compared with the time when we came here, the journey back was leisurely and peaceful.
He said with a smile: "This winter is really cold, and maybe it will snow in Jianye soon."
"I've never seen the snow scene in Jianye before." Wu Jie laughed.
Once you have made up your mind, the road ahead will be clear, the sea and the sky will be bright, and the scenery will be infinite.
Looking at the emerald sky, Wu Jie felt that her mood was the same as that of the vast green sky, reaching the moment when the clouds cleared and the mist cleared.
I only hope that the days to come will always be so clear and clear, without any waves in my heart.