Chen Jiao's convoy moved slowly, and did not arrive at the pier until almost noon.

The big ship was ready, but there was a little accident on the way to the deck.

The scale of the accident was small, but it was extraordinarily stressful.

Jiang Yue led hundreds of soldiers, surrounded by the uninvited guest with a headache, not knowing how to entertain him. Hearing the sound of horseshoes in the distance, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Yuan Jing stood on the only way leading to the deck of the big ship. He didn't even bring any guards with him. He was just standing in the middle of the road calmly by himself.

Chen Jiao reined in the horse, raised his hand to make the attendants around him retreat, and stared at him: "I've already given up, so why bother?"

Yuan Jing met his gaze without hesitation: "I'll come here if I follow my heart."

"Don't you think this kind of behavior is too ugly?"

"I thought about being a gentleman, but I always feel that a gentleman like this will always suffer."

Yuan Jing said word by word, "You said that you want to make up for her, which is ridiculous. What can you do to make up? You didn't know her before. The one who really needs to make up is me."

Chen Jiao shrugged his shoulders, "I can't tell, you are quite good at talking, but it's just a waste of effort." His eyes turned cold, and he said earnestly, "You must know, people in this world, if you miss it, you miss it. Where can you get so much compensation? Opportunity. I really thought I lived two lives."

The corners of Yuan Jing's lips twitched, he ignored Chen Jiao's sarcastic remarks, and just stared at the carriage beside him.

Chen Jiao's words hurt the heart, but it was the person's attitude that really decided everything.

"No matter what you think, I just hope there is a chance." He slowly approached the car door and whispered.

Life is so short, born in this troubled world, maybe a few years later, it will be the result of defeat and death. He didn't want to die with regrets. He never thought that he would have such an obsession with a person.

From childhood to adulthood, his emotions have been very dull, and he is used to not investing too much emotion. Since his mother's death, he has learned to look down on all gains and losses and feelings. Rather than worrying about those things, he might as well think more about government affairs, how to be a good emperor and establish a career that will go down in history, but after meeting her, his long-sleeping feelings revived. Sometimes he is even surprised that he still has the ability to love someone with all his heart.

His tone was low, neither fast nor slow, but full of anticipation.

However, let him down. In response to his words, there was no movement in the carriage.

Yuan Jing's figure trembled, and the cold feeling of standing behind the Buddhist hall of Bailu Temple returned for a moment. Behind him was the cold wall. As far as the eye could see, there were snowflakes flying all over the sky, and the darkness shrouded in the wilderness. There was no hope at all.

Chen Jiao couldn't help but let out a low laugh, got off the horse and came to him. He raised his hand and pressed the whip against his chest, "Give up, fool."

Yuan Jing's body was stiff, seemingly unaware.

Chen Jiao suddenly moved close to his ear, and said in a voice that could only be heard by two people: "Go back and look in the mirror. You look like you are about to cry. Are you still a child who wants candy? My brother. "

At this moment, Yuan Jing would rather have a knife in his hand and just stab it directly.

give up? He is not willing to give up. He suddenly growled,

"I want to hear from you."

He suddenly opened the curtain of the carriage, with great strength, he directly tore half of the royal blue thick satin curtain embroidered with white crane patterns.

Then he froze, the carriage was empty, there was no one at all!

"She..." Yuan Jing raised her head blankly and looked at Chen Jiao.

"The eyes of an abandoned puppy are really pitiful." Chen Jiao suddenly laughed.

Yuan Jing stared at him blankly, unaware of the sarcasm in the words.

Chen Jiao didn't continue to sneer, but only looked at Yuan Jing: "Go away, before I want to kill you."

His eyes were cold, like frost, but with a trace of unwillingness and jealousy.

From that subtle expression, Yuan Jing suddenly came to his senses.

He took a deep look at Chen Jiao, quickly turned around and stepped up the horse, clamped his legs, and galloped away.

Looking at the back of his Yiqi Juechen, Chen Jiao gradually had a trace of bitterness on his face.

"This guy is very good at rhetoric. I regret what he said."

The young emperor stood on the edge of the pier, looking at Xinshao City in the distance. The entire city is covered with white snow, and the noon sun shines down, as if it is coated with a layer of golden light, which is picturesque and beautiful.

It's a pity that no matter how beautiful the scene is, it can't suppress the feeling of loss.

Jiang Yue couldn't help but said, "Why should the emperor give up? As long as the emperor asks, the princess must..."

Chen Jiao smiled and interrupted him. "Don't think about it anymore, I will never regret it when I do things."

Why did you give up, maybe because of that dream.

That night at Bailu Temple, he had a bizarre dream.

In the dream, it seemed that he had experienced a completely different half of his life.

He dreamed that in order to avenge his mother and restore Nanchen's decline, he ventured into the Northland. After several years of planning in Jinwu City, Fu Wang's rebellion finally fell short. Afterwards, he sneaked into the capital and chose a more powerful ally - the Gao clan.

At that time, Gao Tanyu had already died of illness, and Gao Zimo died earlier. In the entire Gao family, there was only a magnificent empty shelf left, which was held high on the altar by Yuan Jing, and offered as a memorial archway of military loyalty. But such a vain air frame is enough to stab the heaviest knife in Yuan Jing's heart.

He clearly remembered that it was an evening at the end of spring, and the sunset glow in the sky was so gorgeous that it was in full swing.

He stood in front of an inconspicuous side hall in the Great Wei Palace, looking at the magnificent scene in the distance, and thinking about his various actions in the past few years.

The covenant with the Gao family went smoothly beyond imagination. As long as the truth of Gao Zimo's death, which was found out a few years ago, and the testimony of the prescription prescribed by Master Guangxin, Empress Gao can easily understand the cruel truth. the truth.

Chen Jiao sighed, and he couldn't blame him for taking the wrong edge. The decline of the Nanchen front line was irreversible, and there was only one way to survive. Fortunately, Yuan Jing has no heirs so far, and there is no one in the clan who can fully convince the public.

In fact, if he followed his heart, he wanted to raise thousands of troops and compete with him on the battlefield.

This round is complete, and the days of lurking are coming to an end.

There was a small sound, and the old figure of Qiu Mama appeared at the end of the corridor. She respectfully saluted the potential distinguished guests.

Chen Jiao followed her to the side hall of Fengyi Palace.

Mother Qiu reported the news: "Two hours ago, that lowly servant girl died of a bloody collapse."

Chen Jiao felt speechless. This method of revenge against Empress Gao deliberately caused the concubine of Dongyue to have a miscarriage and collapsed to death. Is this revenge against the emperor?

Mother Qiu seemed to be aware of his disapproval, and said with a smile: "You don't know, the emperor is cold on the surface, but in fact he has every kind of pity for this lowly servant girl from the East. Others can't see it. The old slave has served for so long, and he has long been worried. Open and bright. Now hearing the news of her death, it will definitely trigger the outbreak of the injury."

Chen Jiao had heard her say it before, the emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty looked strong, capable of both civil and martial arts, and he often liked to come to a personal conquest, but in fact there was a great hidden danger to his body.

"The emperor was seriously injured once in the early years, and I don't know where the assassin succeeded." Qiu Nanny sneered, "In fact, the root of the injury has been injured, and the life expectancy has been greatly reduced. In the past few years, he has not taken care of it, so he has to act as if nothing happened. Usually it’s fine, but you must not be too stimulated. Now that you hear the news of the death of this lowly maidservant, you must have a relapse of your old wound.”

At the beginning, Yuan Jing used Gao Zimo's death to cause Gao Tanyu's injury to relapse and died early. Now Empress Gao uses the same method to avenge her husband who has different dreams in the same bed, which can be regarded as karmic reincarnation.

Mother Qiu spoke convincingly, but Chen Jiao still had some doubts about the effect of this scheme, "Compared with my beloved concubine, my own son is not the same."

Mother Qiu smiled and said: "Your concerns are also very reasonable, so we have prepared this thing. When he sees the head of his beloved with his own eyes, this kind of stimulation may not prevent him from recurring old injuries."

head?

Chen Jiao was stunned for a moment, and his eyes fell on the box in the center of the round wooden table involuntarily.

By coincidence, he stretched out his hand and opened the lid.

Caught off guard, the head in the box came into view.

It was a very beautiful face, with skin as white as jade, lips as red as petals, and long eyelashes looked haggard against the dark circles around the eyes, but people couldn't help but imagine that if these eyes were opened , What a touching elegance it will be.

Obviously it's just a head, but it looks like a fresh and active person.

Is this the beloved of the emperor of the Northern Dynasty? Such a pure and beautiful gesture really touches people's hearts. An inexplicable feeling of melancholy suddenly surged up from the bottom of my heart, as if a gust of wind had blown by, and the bean-sized raindrops were hitting the calm lake surface, disturbing a pool of spring water. As if I have also become the person who is obsessed with the woman in front of me...

Is he crazy? How can you feel sad about a dead person?

Chen Jiao was a little terrified, and a little funny because of this inexplicable gaffe, what's wrong? Are you such a sympathetic person? But I just saw the head of a strange woman.

Is it because the woman's death was caused by himself? After all, it was he who came to the capital to tell Empress Gao the truth about the deaths of her father and younger brother, which led to her death.

But there are quite a few people who have been killed by themselves. This inexplicable sadness...

He wanted to look away, but it seemed that there was a force that made him unmovable as if he had been casted with a hold technique.

He stared blankly at the closed eyes, reason and sensibility, two contradictory emotions entangled like a madman.

It wasn't until Mother Qiu closed the box that Chen Jiao suddenly woke up from that strange state.

In a trance, he broke out in a cold sweat, and he forced himself not to look at the closed box. Suppress those messy and sudden emotions. He is a man of determination and quickly regained his composure.

He smiled: "Your Majesty is really thoughtful, I admire you."

"I would also like to thank you for the news, otherwise I would still be bowing down to my enemy every day." Mother Qiu said, sincerely grateful to the person in front of her.

...

When woke up, the sky was bright.

Past dust and old dreams, drift away like smoke.

"You know, my dream that night..."

Chen Jiao spoke halfway, but stopped talking again. It was a dream, too bad to mention.

Today, he will return to Jianye. From then on, the sky will be high and the water will be far away, and it will be difficult to see each other again.

In the last part of the journey together, during this precious time, he wanted to talk about some warm topics.

He smiled: "This winter is really cold, maybe soon, it will snow in Jianye."

"I've never seen the snow scene in Jianye before." Wu Jie replied with a smile.

"It's a pity that you won't be able to see it this year." Chen Jiao finally sighed.

Finally approaching the edge of the pier, the two chose a long pavilion next to the official road and stopped.

Wu Jie got off the carriage.

The fields are silent and the sun is shining brightly. From Xinshao City, will see you off for ten miles, and will have to say goodbye at last.

The two stood in the pavilion, talking about their farewell.

Chen Jiao stared at her carefully, without blinking, as if he wanted to engrave this familiar face deep in his heart.

After years of separation, in this life and in this life, don't know if we can meet again.

"I sent you here." Wu Jie raised her head and said, her voice was slightly choked up, and she felt very uncomfortable at the thought of parting from now on.

Chen Jiao raised his hand to stroke her black hair, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and even had an impulse to take her away regardless of her objection. However, it was impossible to start. She is the person he admires and respects, and more importantly, it is impossible for him to personally create a tragedy like his mother.

just let go...

"If one day you get tired of him, come and find me." He leaned forward, imprinting a little warmth on her forehead.

I will never forget in my whole life, that time of peace and comfort in Bixiao Palace. Walking through the pear blossom forest in the north, stepping on the cobblestone path, through the wooden fence, you can see her figure on the corridor behind, sometimes reading a book, sometimes making tea, sometimes holding her cheeks in a daze, as long as Seeing that figure, the soft place in my heart was filled to the brim, warm and sweet...

Now, everything is over...

Standing on the edge of the pier, looking at the snow-capped road, Chen Jiao finally turned around and walked to the boat.

Probably the fate between him and her was cut off at the moment when the box was closed.

I don't know where it started, and it goes deeper and deeper.

After that, the rest of life will be like this vast and boundless sea, with ups and downs, eternal life, and don't know when will be liberated.

Yuan Jing galloped his horse, and the cold wind blew across his cheeks, making his bones ache.

After rushing along the road that Chen Jiao and the others had walked for a while, a gazebo appeared on the side of the road in the distance.

The light figure he cared about was sitting in the pavilion, holding a hand warmer in his hand, looking at the snow-covered wilderness in a trance.

Wu Jie was still in the mood of loss and bewilderment, the parting with Chen Jiao made her feel sad, her old friend parted, and she didn't know when she would see her again...

Sitting lost in the cold wind, suddenly heard the sound of horseshoes in the distance. She looked up and her eyes widened.

Yuan Jing, how could he come here without even bringing a guard with him. Although the law and order in Xinshao City has always been good, but... wait, why did he come from the pier, could it be...

"You went to see Chen Jiao." She questioned.

He didn't answer her, and immediately reined in the horse in the gazebo, turned over and jumped off, rushed into the pavilion, and hugged her violently.

He buried his head deeply on her shoulder until Wu Jie felt almost suffocated, and beat him impatiently: "Let go, I can't breathe... woo..."

Before he finished speaking, his moist lips were blocked.

Wu Jie could only hold onto his shoulders, and after a long time, he loosened his grip, but he still held her in his arms, staring at the mist rising from her bright eyes.

He is really lucky, compared to him. He used to be jealous, resentful, and all kinds of negative emotions towards that elder brother of the same mother, but now, everything has disappeared.

"Thank you for staying."

Wu Jie was a little annoyed, she straightened her messy hair, "Before I agreed to the emperor's three-year agreement, I'm not a perfidious person."

Yuan Jing chuckled, "Okay, then I have a long way to go, and I must make you change your mind within three years."

"Don't be arrogant." Wu Jie snorted coldly, and turned her head to look around. It was really embarrassing for the two of them to act so intimately on the side of the road.

"There's nothing wrong with it, you and I are husband and wife." Yuan Jing smiled. Suddenly he hugged Wu Jie horizontally.

Wu Jie exclaimed, but she couldn't break free, and was soon carried to the waiting carriage by him.

After staying in the gazebo for so long, she didn't know that her hands and feet were getting cold. People have already gone far by boat, why are they still here reluctantly. After stuffing Wu Jie into the carriage, Yuan Jing decisively ordered her attendants: "Return immediately."

The warmth in the carriage dispelled the chill all over her body, Wu Jie sneezed twice and rubbed her nose.

Following Yuan Jing's order, the carriage started to drive. The wheels rolled over the thick snow, making a creaking sound. There is also the sound of horseshoes close at hand outside the window.

It was him on the way to go, but it was him on the way back.

Wu Jie lifted the curtain of the car and looked at the person beside him. The sunlight projected on his body from the slope, as if the whole person was shining brightly.

Why do you decide to stay and stay with this person?

Probably because of that dream.

That night in Bailu Temple, she had a dream.

In the dream, she had already died and turned into a ghost, wandering between the heaven and the earth. She saw that she suffered a miscarriage and collapsed, and died in a miserable state.

Then, something even worse came, her head was cut off and placed in a peachwood box. Without even a whole body, Wu Jie was speechless.

She saw her head being taken all the way south, and finally placed in front of him.

Then he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

That night, Yuan Jing's heart disease relapsed, and she couldn't afford it.

Zifen's sword had greatly damaged his heart. After days of fighting, he was exhausted, and with such severe stimulation, he finally reached the moment of collapse.

Just like at the beginning of his succession, when he went south to resist the invasion of Emperor Tiankang, because of Emperor Tiankang's sudden illness, the front line of Nanchen was defeated like a mountain. The same dramatic scene appeared in the army of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and the offensive that was originally like a tiger immediately slowed down.

At about the same time, Chen Jiao returned to the country, prepared troops, arranged defense lines, and at the same time took out the secret edict left by Emperor Tiankang before his death.

Yuan Jing's condition quickly deteriorated, and the continuous high fever completely exhausted his last chance of survival.

Before he died, he wrote a will and passed the throne to Yuan Zhe, and then died in the army.

It turned out that the story of the young emperor she imagined, who ruled the country, did not happen. There were only more than ten days between his death and her death.

Wu Jie fluttered like a ray of breeze, circling in the boundless world.

She saw him unfulfilled, vomiting blood and dying. He probably thought it was because of his deep hatred that he ordered someone to send the head to him for his purpose. On the day of his death, he also told Wan Chongji to bury himself with her,

"It is often said among the people that we are born with the same fur, and we will die in the same acupuncture point. Maybe we will meet again in the next life..." He murmured and fell into a coma.

Floating in the dark night sky, she watched him gradually die in the camp, like a once hot burning flame, which quickly reached the moment of coldness.

Suddenly a subtle pity rose in her heart, her thoughts moved slightly, she landed, stretched out her hand, and touched his pale and dry lips due to the high heat.

Just in vain, passing through his body like a shadow.

But he seemed to feel something, trembling slightly, opened his eyes.

As far as the line of sight is concerned, there is only a void, and the important officials and servants around him are like ghosts.

Suddenly he spoke again.

"Bury her in Xinshao City. She must...not be willing to stay in the imperial tomb of the Northern Wei Dynasty." Then she closed her eyes.

These were the last words the young emperor left in this world in his short life.

Afterwards, the soldiers and horses of the Great Wei gave up the southward strategy, and Yuan Zhe and the generals barely stabilized the front line in grief.

Yuan Zhe returned to the capital to announce the news and inherit the throne. But in Qianyuan Hall, he was caught off guard by Empress Gao with a cup of poisoned wine. Afterwards, Empress Gao brought a party member and appointed a child from a collateral line to ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor, and she came to power as the empress dowager.

It's a pity that her conspiracy with Chen Jiao was not perfect. Soon after, the truth was gradually found out by several forces in the court, and the clan officials were in an uproar, and everyone refused to accept it. Empress Gao, relying on her power in the army, massacred courtiers who refused to accept her, which intensified the conflict between the two sides.

In the next few years, one after another coup d'etat, countless powerful families were slaughtered, and the Northern Wei Dynasty's government fell into an unprecedented dark period.

How can such a chaotic government last for a long time!

Sure enough, a few years later, the northern barbarians broke through and entered, and the mountains and rivers in the northern part of the Central Plains became a Shura field where the northern barbarians fought and plundered. The loss of life is too horrible to look at. Empress Gao herself and the little emperor she registered were all killed by barbarians when the capital was breached.

The prosperous capital was repeatedly captured, looted, and massacred. Even the tombs of the royal family were dug up by warlords.

The brutal war in the north lasted for decades, until a young man surnamed Qin rose up. He took the forces under his command and moved to the world step by step. After dozens of years, he finally wiped out the barbarians and restored the world to a bright future!

He established a brand new empire named Zhou.

During the long time, Wu Jie also saw Chen Jiao return to Nanchen. After turning the tide, relying on the support of the military and Emperor Tiankang's will, Wu Jie launched a palace change to wipe out Empress Xiao Zhou and Emperor Shenrui. Although a few years later than in this life, he still took back what belonged to him and became emperor.

He is a rare Mingjun with both civil and military skills in the history of Southern Chen. During his reign for decades, he appeased the people, governed the country, and the country flourished. , to expand the territory. During his reign, Nanchen's territory reached the strongest in history. If it weren't for the barbarians in the north who were too powerful, maybe the world would be unified under his hands.

However, Xinshao City was indeed not slaughtered. Not long after it was conquered by the Northern Wei Dynasty, it followed Chen Jiao's army to the north and became the territory of Southern Chen. It was renamed Chengzhou.

Wu Jie also saw that the royal family of Dongyue scattered among the people, and became common people from then on.

Her father and mother lived in seclusion in the countryside at the foot of Bailu Mountain. Although she lost two daughters, fortunately, her mother gave birth to a younger brother at the age of forty-two, which was the third year after Dongyue's subjugation.

Later, Chengzhou was in the place where the two countries handed over, and there were endless wars. Decades later, it became the site of Da Zhou again.

On the contrary, the Wu family, as local squires, has always taken root here and continued down, but their descendants are very few.

By the seventh or eighth generation, the Wu family has been passed down for several generations, but this generation has only one daughter.

Maybe it's because the ages are too far apart, and the fragments of those memories have become very chaotic, but Wu Jie still sees clearly,

That girl is smart and cute, very much like his younger sister Wu Wan.

When she was thirteen years old, she went out to go to Bailu Temple to worship. When she passed the mountain road, there was a heavy rain and the carriage broke down.

She was trapped on the side of the road with her maid and coachman, helpless. At such an embarrassing moment, it happened that a young man with his guards was passing by on horseback.

He stopped and asked, "Does the girl need help?"

In the torrential rain, the girl looked up, and the young man was handsome and handsome, just like the bright moon.

An indescribably wonderful fate was concluded in this way.

To the girl's shy question, the young man smiled and said, "My surname is Chen Mingyu, and my style name is Hongyi."

After that, the boys and girls fell in love at first sight, they got married, and lived in seclusion in the countryside. They lived in peace and beauty. Later, they gave birth to a boy and a girl. Later, their daughter was selected into the palace...

The memory after that became more and more chaotic, Wu Jie couldn't tell the difference anymore, she just remembered that in the end, there really was such a young emperor who was younger and more outstanding than Yuan Jing.

In the end, the prosperous world is peaceful, and the world is unified.

Epilogue one:

After deciding on the future path, Wu Jie boarded the boat that evening. Go north from Xinshao City, along the waterway day and night, and soon arrive at Jinwu City. Afterwards, changed to a carriage and returned to the capital in just seven or eight days.

She still lives in Changqiu Pavilion.

Anyway, Yuan Jing's harem is now empty, and it is foreseeable that no one will be added in the future, and all the palaces are up to choice.

In the evening of this day, after dinner, Wu Jie went to relax in the woods behind. Go all the way to the creek behind.

The big willow tree by the water is still full of energy. Although there are no green leaves in the cold winter, it is more majestic covered with snowflakes.

I remembered how Yuan Jing burned paper money under this tree a few months ago. Wu Jie couldn't help but walked under the tree, clasped her hands together, and prayed silently.

After praying, he opened his eyes and found that there was another person beside him.

Yuan Jing looked at her curiously, "What are you doing?"

Is this guy a cat? It slipped away without a sound.

"I heard that this big willow tree has a spiritual body, and it is very effective, so I joined in the fun." Wu Jie looked up at the big willow tree and said.

"It's time to pray that my troops will go smoothly this time, and I will sweep away thousands of troops like a mat." Yuan Jing nodded solemnly. Early tomorrow morning, he will lead the reinforcements north to the reinforcement front.

Wu Jie gave him a blank look, arrogant guy, who wants to pray for you. "The concubine is just praying that she can return to Xinshao City next year to celebrate the new year with her father, mother, concubine and younger sister."

"Hey, to be honest, this big willow tree, the so-called tree spirits and so on, are actually just rumors spread by those stupid palace people. It's useless."

Wu Jie: ...

For the sake of his upcoming battle, he didn't want to quarrel with him, but he couldn't help but snorted coldly: "The emperor was still under this tree to worship his ancestors before." The last time I heard the news of Chen Jiao's succession, This guy came here that night to burn paper money for Concubine Jing.

"Because my concubine often came here to pray when she was alive. Isn't this following her habit? It's sad to say that she prayed all her life, hoping to leave this court, but in the end she didn't get what she wanted. In the end, she still died here under a tree."

At the end, Yuan Jing's tone was dull.

Wu Jie didn't know what to say. Although she knew that Concubine Jing was pushed into the water by King Fu and died of wind and cold, she didn't expect it to be here.

On the contrary, Yuan Jing quickly walked out of the sad mood.

"Actually, maybe this tree really has a spirit." He slowly approached the tree, raised his hand to stroke the rough bark, "Not only my concubine, but I also came here to pray when I was young."

As he spoke, he lifted the hem of his clothes, jumped up the tree, and stepped on a branch. Then he bent down and glanced into the tree hole in the center.

After a while, he jumped down with a look of disappointment on his face. "It's a pity that it's gone. It must have been taken away by some wild cat."

Wu Jie's heart moved: "What?"

"It's a small porcelain bottle. It was probably when I was five years old. Not long after I entered school, I learned to write. I wrote a note myself, put it in the small porcelain bottle left over from the medicine, and threw it into this big tree hole. middle."

Wu Jie thought of the small porcelain vase that she had picked up in her two lifetimes, with the words "Don't get beaten" crooked inside.

"What did the emperor pray for?"

"I just hope that my life will be better, and I don't have to face the sorrow and anger of my mother and concubine every day." Yuan Jing looked at the sky and smiled wryly, "Not long after I prayed, my father called me to do my homework. My wish has come true." In this way, maybe this big tree really has a spirit.

It's just that after Concubine Jing's death, Yuan Jing often wondered if it wouldn't have happened if he hadn't left Changqiu Pavilion. Ha, that's for sure, if he hadn't been handed over to Concubine Hong for adoption, she wouldn't have had the idea of ​​monopolizing her adopted son and killing the grass.

She escaped from the fire pit by herself, but in the end it was at the cost of her biological mother's life.

"You were still a child at that time, so you didn't know all this." Wu Jie knew what he was thinking, and couldn't help comforting her. Moreover, for Concubine Jing, such an ending might be a kind of relief, even though Zhang Hedi The grace was unparalleled, but what it brought her was only pain and hurt.

Yuan Jing lowered her head and stared at the river, "It's the father who is sorry for the mother, I thought I would not do such a thing..."

Wu Jie smiled, she knew Yuan Jing's mood, even though she chose to stay by his side. He was still afraid that she would leave.

She came to him, took his hand, and pressed it to her cheek.

Whether this relationship was caused by the moment when he saw his death in her previous life, or because of pity for his childhood life, Wu Jie couldn't tell, but she was extremely sure that she was indeed attracted to this person, and she chose the way, you will not regret it.

The palm touched the snowy jade-like skin, all her emotions were clearly revealed in the bright eyes without saying anything.

Yuan Jing smiled, and he lowered his head to imprint on her moist lips.

Epilogue two:

Standing in the courtyard of the back hall of Changqiu Pavilion, Wu Jie pinched Little White Claw's cat ears, and said angrily, "I told you not to go out and fight, it's good now."

One of Whitepaw's ears drooped and was bandaged.

It's irritating and ridiculous to say. Recently, another fat orange cat came to the wild cat group in the north of the Royal Garden. The status of the overlord among the little white-clawed cats was seriously challenged, and they went out to fight angrily. The result was a disastrous defeat, even with their ears scratched.

"Because this guy eats and drinks every day, doesn't need to hunt, and has a round belly, so of course he can't fight with other cats." Yuan Jing stood by the door, listening to Wu Jie's complaint, couldn't help it. laughed.

Wu Jie was speechless, a large part of the wild cat's fighting power was due to the running and jumping of hunting every day. These days, Little White Claw has turned into half a house cat, no wonder the combat effectiveness has dropped sharply.

"Throw it out from tomorrow and let it die on its own." Yuan Jing said coldly, "Besides, you are pregnant now, so you should avoid these little things."

He looked at Wu Jie's lower abdomen with gentle eyes.

Wu Jie didn't take it seriously: "Didn't you let someone bathe it before?" and also washed it several times a day with saponins.

The two sat side by side on the porch, teasing the cat and gossiping.

Yuan Jing suddenly said: "The news from the previous court today is that Gao Zimo has established a country in the Western Regions and proclaimed himself king."

Among the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions, several countries had already been secretly destroyed by the Gao clan and supported by puppet regimes. Yuan Jing hadn't had time to deal with them before. Then came the barbarian invasion. Yuan Jing negotiated conditions with the Northwest General's Mansion, promising to use the Yelan Kingdom as the boundary, and let Gao Zimo crack the soil and become the king.

Now two years have passed in the blink of an eye, and after several battles, the invading barbarian forces were finally stopped. And Gao Zimo also evacuated westward with the Northwest General's Mansion, and arrived in Gaochang City. Reintegrated the forces that originally belonged to the Gao family, and finally became king recently.

"The DPRK and China are discussing to send envoys in a few days to discuss the establishment of diplomatic relations."

"Will you agree?" Wu Jie asked. After all, Gao Zimo had a heart-to-heart with Yuan Jing. Before, he joined forces to kill the barbarians for the sake of his own safety, but now the business is another matter.

"I will agree. If the Western Regions want to develop, they need the help of the Central Plains." Yuan Jing paused, and said with a smile, "I really underestimated him before. Watching him act in the past two years, he has become more and more calm and magnanimous. Now Half of the country in the Western Region is in his hands, and I'm afraid he will continue to expand westward in the future."

Wu Jie felt strange for a while, she couldn't imagine what the shy and handsome boy would become.

Hearing Yuan Jing beside him sigh again: "One or two, both are powerful opponents, it's really bad."

Wu Jie came back to her senses, "What kind of opponent, don't you think you won't be able to fight in the past few years?"

"It is impossible to start a war, maybe in this life." Yuan Jing laughed, "I don't like to fight uncertain battles."

The national power of the Northern Wei Dynasty was originally the most powerful in the world, but after this barbarian invasion, its vitality was seriously injured, and it may not be able to recover in a short time. Fortunately, the elite tribal soldiers on the northern barbarian side also suffered heavy losses, and they broke with Gao Zimo, and the border was finally peaceful.

"In the days to come, we have to slowly recuperate." This is a long job, and it takes years to take care of internal affairs.

But Wu Jie felt a burst of relief: "It's best not to fight, the years of stability in the world are hard-won."

"Silly girl, the world is truly peaceful when the world is unified." Yuan Jing lay back and simply lay down on the corridor floor.

Dominating the world is the lifelong dream of all emperors and heroes. Now he is insulated from this dream.

"I won't be able to see it in my life, but I can lay a good foundation, and wait for our child to be born in the future..."

He leaned forward, hugged Wu Jie's still slender waist, and put his ear on her belly.

Little White Claw, who was lying on Wu Jie's lap, was grabbed by the back of his neck by him, and thrown aside rudely.

He leaned lightly on Wu Jie's still flat belly, and said with a smile: "I heard that, he was yelling inside, let me go! Well, he must be a little guy with extraordinary talents."

"Stop messing around, you only heard something in two months!" Wu Jie snorted.

But he didn't push him away, with his arms propped behind him, looking at the twilight sky.

She admits that unification is the best way to eliminate war chaos, but after unification, will there be no war chaos? Unity and division, if it is an infinite cycle. Reunification can bring a peaceful and prosperous age earlier, isn't it also bringing the next troubled world earlier?

Looking through the annals of history, those war-torn eras are just a few short pages, but don’t know how much pain those unfortunate people who were born in that chaotic era experienced.

Just like the years of cruel slaughter in the dream.

People living in this troubled world are as weak as grass and trees. She is not an ambitious hero, nor is she a scholar who will guide the future generations. She is just a little girl who was unfortunately born in troubled times. What she wants is this short life For decades, can be safe and happy. Enough!

Now it seems that this dream should have come true.

Maybe in the future, there will be wars and catastrophes. But at least, in this life, this life, at this moment, she is stable and happy.

It doesn't matter whether she is selfish or short-sighted, in this world, who doesn't yearn for such a happiness.

As the sun sets, the rays of light cast a long shadow on the courtyard wall, covering this small world.

There are people who have been together for a lifetime, there are children who are about to be born in the arms, and there are cats licking their paws meekly.

The world is quiet.

She only hopes that such days can last forever...

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