Chang Anqing

Chapter 233
After a leisurely turn, the empress' Luan returned to the Lizheng Hall under the night. Under the service of Gong'e, Emperor Yuancheng quickly finished washing and washing. Empress Yang, who was already lying on the couch, crawled past silently with a worried look, and finally extinguished the candles in the hall with Qing Zhi carefully lowering her head, leaving only a very weak light in front of the couch, and then retreated. down.

In the silence, Emperor Yuan Cheng, who had already changed his outer robe and only had light pajamas left, walked slowly to the couch. Seeing Empress Yang sitting there calmly and still reading a book, he couldn't help but walk over very lightly, and sat lightly. Next to her, he slowly embraced her, looked down at the words on the scroll, and said charmingly, "How come I like reading scriptures these days."

Listening to the lingering words of the person behind her, Empress Yang smiled frivolously, leaned her head back and gently placed it on his shoulder blades, and said in a steady and gentle tone: "The days in Yuqingguan are simple, but they are rare and peaceful. When I first went up the mountain and saw the eldest princess, I was still surprised, why after so many years, even A Niang had gray hair and fine lines, but the eldest princess seemed to be stagnant at the time she left Chang'an. Years, still so beautiful, still so young, can't see the shadow of the years—"

Feeling that Emperor Yuan Cheng was listening to her words quietly behind him, he couldn't help interlocking her fingers and playing with her fingers. Empress Yang also quietly shook hands with him, her eyes ironing each word on the scriptures and said slowly: "When I read scriptures with her every morning, wrote scriptures, sometimes tended flowers and plants, and listened to real people talking about Taoism, I realized that scriptures can really calm the mind and make people forget all pain and troubles for a short time. "

Hearing the seeming sorrow in Empress Yang's words, Emperor Yuan Cheng's gentle eyes were covered with a layer of guilt and complexity. He could only tighten his hands around her more tightly, and put his lips close to her ears delicately and softly. Full of affection, he said: "If you like, I can go with you in the future, to listen to real people discussing Taoism, to see the mountain flowers in Yuqing Temple, to travel every inch of mountains and rivers in my great week, to travel beyond the Great Wall and the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River—— "

The anticipation and longing in the ears, following the promise of Emperor Yuancheng, converged bit by bit into beautiful pictures. The moment she closed her eyes, Empress Yang saw the misty Jiangnan water town and the lonely desert beyond the Great Wall. Scenery, Ah Man's whispering words reappeared in his mind.

"Aniang likes Qionghua, and my sister likes Yuhang. When it's warmer, Aye, Aniang, Ajie, and me, let's go to Jiangnan together, okay—"

With the affirmative "good" stuck in her throat, it was difficult for her to agree to Ah Man without hesitation that night, just like today.

If so, how wonderful it would be.

But she knew that she couldn't go, she couldn't go again.

"Niang Yu-"

Unknowingly, a thin spring rain had already started outside the hall, and the swaying crabapples outside the hall made a rustling sound, and the rain fell from the tile eaves, soaking in delicate and lazy dampness.

Emperor Yuan Cheng's words were hoarse and affectionate, and he pressed kisses on Empress Yang's earlobes, cheeks, and shoulder blades bit by bit. His eyes, bright as stars, ignited the fiery love and commitment like clusters of frowning flames.

"Stay with me, this life, this life, stay with me, don't leave me, okay—"

The gentle kiss was like a lonely bird sinking into the water. At this moment, Empress Yang couldn't help but think of the night when Concubine Zheng Shu was hanged to death. She also surrounded him and heard him begging like a child.

If it was that night, she would promise without any hesitation.

But tonight, there is no going back.

After all, ice and fire cannot be embraced.

She and Chen Xuan are like a pair of idiots who drink poison to quench their thirst, now her fire will be annihilated after all, and he is not completely melted, but he just doesn't know it.

The broken and hazy words were gradually replaced by desires. As Emperor Yuan Cheng's right hand moved away, the light veil on his shoulders was scattered all over the ground like a cloud of smoke by the wind. With the sound of fiery breathing, Empress Yang gently turned her head Go, the moment his right hand climbed onto Emperor Yuan Cheng's neck, his gentle lips also covered his lips and teeth, like two lonely drowning people in the vast sea in the middle of the night, sinking bit by bit, bit by bit , Lost in this last bit of warmth bit by bit.

Unknowingly, the wind and rain outside the window brought another cold spring, which also covered up the rush of life in the hall like a wave.

In the lonely wind and rain, Empress Yang quietly turned her head in the dark, looking at the sleeping people beside her with the faint light penetrating from outside the palace.

When her hands covered his moist brows and cool lips little by little, until they finally landed on his neck.But she stretched out her left hand again, and between the clasped hands, they tightened uncontrollably little by little. In the sound of the wind and rain, she could clearly see the sleeping Chen Xuan, who couldn't help frowning in pain because of the short-term suffocation. Just like a person drifting in the torrent trying to struggle, but only making himself more painful.

She knew that at this moment, Chen Xuan had no strength to resist at all.

Because she had covered her lips with the drug before taking the antidote, which was enough to make him sleep until tomorrow morning.

Bit by bit, Empress Yang, who was kneeling on the couch unknowingly because her hands were tightening her strength, saw that Chen Xuan's face gradually became strange, reddened, and unbearable...

"Yu Niang, Yu Niang—"

At this moment, an unsuspecting voice rang in her ears, and almost at the same time, a hot tear fell on the back of Queen Yang's hand, almost scalding her heart.

At this moment, she realized that she had already burst into tears.

Looking at her own hands pinching Chen Xuan's neck tightly, and seeing the changed face, scenes of the past flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern.

Since when has this life been wrong.

Is it her fault, or Chen Xuan's fault, or this world's fault.

In the silence, Empress Yang finally let go of her hands, as if stranded, she sat there in pain, tightly covering her mouth to prevent herself from crying, but tears had already blurred her eyes.

Trembling, she knew that she couldn't do it after all.

She is not them after all.

She couldn't kill Yang Chongyuan, because he was the father who gave birth to her and raised her, taught her how to ride and shoot, and gave her a lot of fatherly love.

She also couldn't kill Chen Xuan, because he was the only person she loved in her life, the one she couldn't help but fall into those warm eyes at the first sight, and her Yang family killed him even more Elder brother, who took away the dignity and power of his emperor, dragged him into this political vortex, and could not even guarantee his life or death.

On this scale, he is a sinner, and the Yang family is also a sinner, who is clean and who is innocent?

Her child alone is innocent.

But the one who wanted to kill him was someone she would never be able to avenge in her entire life.

It's obviously the Yang family's revenge, why should it be reported to her child——

Thinking of this, Empress Yang couldn't help but smile sadly, as if her soul had been taken away by someone, stripped of her last bit of strength, she staggered up like a ray of lonely soul...

The head is jade, the eyebrows are emerald, and Du Lang is born a real man.

The bone is heavy and the temple is cold, and the pupils are cut with autumn water.

Bamboo horses wag their green tails, and silver luan steps on half of their arms with light.

The lady from the host family asks for the right value, and laughs at the empty book as Tang characters.

Big eyes and big heart know why, don't forget that the singer's surname is Li.

Under the stormy night, the white silk on the beam swayed and stepped on the brocade tree. Empress Yang smiled with relief, but she was softly reciting the nursery rhyme that A Niang once sang to her. A nursery rhyme, the nursery rhyme she used to coax little Ah Man when she was a child.

While flipping her slender fingers, the erratic white silk was already tied with a light knot. Listening to the rustling wind and rain outside the window, Empress Yang gently held the white silk with both hands, approached it little by little, and moved the white silk towards the own neck.

At this moment, Empress Yang closed her eyes silently, but she felt an unprecedented lightness. Lightly brushing away the haze is as simple as dusting off, and lightly even the heavy weight on her body has been making her unable to breathe. It also disappeared without knowing it.

In the darkness, everyone, her whole life, and all the beautiful things that she will never forget appeared in her mind.

Forget all the pain and embarrassment——

She knew that she was sick, and she was already too sick to return.

Everyone thinks that dying is easy, but they don't know that survival is difficult for her.

Because death has become the only way to escape and redeem her.

Opening her eyes again, and staring at her eyes through the white silk, after a long time, Empress Yang finally smiled brightly, just like the one who once held a bow to shoot geese, and galloped through the forest with Ah Man, a few words slowly overflowed from her lips.

"Aman, I'm sorry—"

After the words fell, the brocade tree also shook slightly, and fell to the ground alone...

The wind outside the window became more and more rapid, and the rain slapped on the window coffin like a pillar, making a deafening sound, but it was enough to cover up the subtle sound in front of the couch.

Chen Xuan, if there is an afterlife, I don't want to meet you again.

(End of this chapter)