Shattered Glass

Lazy wisps of incense and white smoke rose from the stove enchantingly, and Mei Li smiled as she listened to the gossip of the ancestors and other Fujin. The warm interior in the early spring afternoon makes people feel relaxed and quiet.

After talking for a while, the Fujin people retired one after another, but Mei Li did not leave. The old ancestor thought her silence today was because of Yunke's affairs, and she comforted her softly when outsiders were not there.

Mei Li suddenly got up and knelt down, shocking Xiaozhuang, "Old ancestor, in the future... please take care of my children."

Xiaozhuang nodded repeatedly and told Yu'an to stand up, "Mei Li, don't be so sad, Yunke's life is still long, and there is always a chance for him."

Mei Li smiled slightly, yes, she was his chance.

I thank my ancestors for their care and kindness for many years, because Yunke doesn’t seem obtrusive when talking about it. Xiaozhuang is a bit sad, because she understands that comfort is only consolation. Although Yunke’s life is long, there is a real opportunity for him ?

After leaving, the sky was already dark, and she had been messing around in the Ci Ning Palace since she was a child, and she knew the secrets of this palace well. Bypassing the main building, there are a few inconspicuous wing rooms in the corner of the yard, which look like warehouses, but there is a young palace lady guarding them.

She gave a smirk and felt young and naughty again, and straightened her face. She walked over and told the girl who was a little dazed because of the new arrival that Aunt Yu'an was looking for her and asked her to pass on a message by the way.

The little palace lady was easily fooled, and hurried to the front hall.

Miri smiled with her mouth covered, and opened the door to enter the one closest to the courtyard wall. The Ci Ning Palace, full of compassion and love, still has a warehouse dedicated to collecting poisons. Perhaps this is the most primitive aspect of power.

When she was a child, she came to investigate curiously, and was awed by these poisons. After so many years, some of the medicines on the shelf were missing, and some supplements that she had never seen came in. She picked up the delicate vial in the innermost cabinet in a familiar way. This poison is said to be less painful and less terrifying. It is a very precious poison.

She has been too painful and painful to live, and to die... just relax.

I ate dinner with Yunke. There was the crispy fried crucian that Yunke loved. She patiently picked up the thorns for him, and Yunke whispered to her about the game he played with Tae Shao today.

Mei Li listened with a smile, Yunke was grown up, and she was relieved and happy to have friends.

"Yunke, my mother made a new dress two days ago. Will I show you how to wear it?"

Yunke nodded again and again, "Emiang is the most beautiful in the world, she looks good in everything she wears."

Mei Li laughed out loud, and nodded his little nose, "When you have a beloved girl in the future, you won't think Emian is the most beautiful."

Yunke sat at the table of the Eight Immortals with her cheeks in her hands and watched her dress up. She put on a newly made sapphire blue butterfly gown, let Yuebrow comb her hair and put on her favorite set of headdress.

"Emama, you are so beautiful." Yunke exclaimed with wide-eyed eyes, and everyone in the room was amused by the little adult's tone.

Miri beckoned to him, "Come here." He snuggled into her arms coquettishly.

"Yunke, you are a big boy. From now on... don't be afraid of anything, don't be sad. My Yunke is an amazing person and can overcome all difficulties."

Yunke couldn't understand, but smiled and nodded.

"Child, remember what Emian said, never forget what you lost, and cherish what you have now. Do you remember, child?"

Yunke frowned, apparently secretly reciting what Eniang told him, although he didn't understand the meaning, but Eniang wanted him to remember, he would remember.

"Go." She greeted Yue Mei Yue Mo, "Take care of Yunke as you would your own children."

Yue Mo Yuemei also thought her words were a little strange, but she didn't make much suspicion when she looked in a good mood, and pulled Yunke out.

She was the only one left in the room. She turned to look at herself in the mirror and was about to leave. She still felt that the woman she saw was strange.

The lights are bright, and the orange light is very warm.

She stood up and looked around the room, suddenly feeling strange too.

Keeping her eyes on the pen and ink of the book case, she smiled, even if she said goodbye forever, it seemed that she still didn't know what to say to him. Take good care of Yunguk? She has said to him too many times. She died for Yunke, and he couldn't fulfill her last wish, then she... just loved him for nothing.

She lay flat on the bed, saying that she hoped that her relatives would be by her side when people left, but she was an exception.

She didn't want Yunke to see her death, nor did she want Jing Xuan to see it.

Although she left them with such a regrettable ending.

Cherish, what she said to Yunke was what she wanted to say to Jing Xuan.

She sincerely hopes that he can live a good life after she leaves and cherish what he has now. Suying is a good wife and a good woman. As long as she doesn't harm Yunke, she hopes Jingxuan and her will grow old together. She did not pretend to make a wish with kindness, she, Shu Mulu Meili, in fact, always wanted to give Prince Qing a happy life, but... did not do it.

Starry night returned to the capital on a journey, at first because he received an urgent call from the emperor, and only halfway away did he learn of Miri's death.

He sneered, he didn't believe it!

Didn't he tell her to let her wait! Didn't he promise to fulfill her wish? She... agreed!

Because he sent a quick horse to pass his orders not to be buried, and when he rushed back to the room where the palace belonged to her and him, everything remained the same as when she left.

In order to preserve the corpse, there was no charcoal basin in the room, the door of the room was wide open, and the biting wind swept in, all the curtains were swaying wildly, but they were lifeless.

She smiled and lay on the bed where he had so many **** desires, without a trace of parting sorrow.

He walked over and wanted to hold her by the hand, only to find that she was cold and stiff, he could feel her cold, but she could no longer feel his warmth.

He looked at her, even if she died, she did not leave him a word!

Because she was postponed as a princess, Mei Li's funeral was grand and complicated, and it was not officially completed until the end of spring.

Yunke, who was made the first son, did not cry, and neither father nor son said a word to each other after Miri's death.

Mei Li is buried on the left side of the mausoleum belonging to Jing Xuan. The mausoleum he built since he was an adult has not sealed her since she was buried. Jing Xuan looks at the hills covered by spring green plants...someday he Will come too.

Suying's face was always green, and the emperor did not break her promise to her Ama, she was indeed "exclusive" to the honor of the princess. However, after the woman left, she lost everything except the so-called honor, including the man.

"Suying..." He looked at the mountain and smiled faintly, calling her name calmly, "When I live, I will give you all the glory of Princess Qing. If I die, let Mei Li monopolize me once, okay?"

She took two steps back in panic with wide-eyed eyes.

He stared at the hill in the distance in horror, "There, I will build a tomb for you alone."

The dandelions in the Anning Hall filled the desolate yard again, but the fluff was blown away to fill the entire narrow sky.

"Dig!" Jing Xuan stood indifferently at the entrance of the temple, "I will dig out the ground three feet too!"

In this life, he has never realized a wish of her. He is afraid that when he sees her again in the future, she will still be angry with him. She said that all her unfulfilled wishes are buried in the ground, so he has to complete one.

"Lord, there is it here!"

"Master, there are also here!"

He walked hurriedly and looked at it. There were three stones in the shallow hole dug under the tree. She wrote in some naive pens: "Jing Xuan", "Look at" and "Meili".

He clenched his teeth, his lips trembled, this... he still couldn't finish it, if he could, if the years could go back, he would come to see her a thousand times and ten thousand times.

There were still three stones in the shallow pit under the eaves, and he took a deep breath before daring to look at it, ten million, ten million... so that he could realize it.

"Jing Xuan" "takes away" "Mili".

He clenched the stone in his hand and looked up to the sky, weeping silently, what to do, Miri, what to do? Another wish he couldn't do! It is because he did not realize these wishes, so she left him alone!

In the 30th year of Kangxi, the Qing Dynasty started the second war against Gar.

"Lord, don't chase the poor!" The vice general He Qi Da Lama stopped in front of Jing Xuan horse.

The sky was gloomy, and the sparse snow was engulfed in the wind, which made people stiff from the cold. The retired Junggar remnants embarrassed all the way into the rolling snow-capped mountains in front of them.

"Chasing!" Jing Xuan's original handsome face was stained with blood stains splashed in the battle. Because of the cold, his complexion was pale and pale blue, and those cold eyes looked even darker. "Be sure to kill them all!"

The horseshoe slipped straight on the steep snow mountain slope, and people had to dismount and walk on foot. Jing Xuan brought not many soldiers, but the morale of more than a hundred people was still high. He forced the enemy into death on foot, and Jing Xuan ordered the arrows to be released.

Seeing that there was no chance of victory, the enemy leader simply greeted the defeated military corpse as a shield and counterattacked melee. Jing Xuan threw off his guards and fought hard.

The leader of the enemy army had already spared his life to kill, and his eyes were blushing. Seeing Jing Xuan in the front line, he was deceived to kill and stared at him.

At the moment Jing Xuan's knife cut off his head, his machete also slashed Jing Xuan's armor, penetrating through his lungs.

"Master!" the guard screamed to catch Jing Xuan's fallen body.

The snow fell on his pale handsome face and did not melt. He looked up at the thick black clouds. He was convinced that after the dark clouds, there must be the heaven he longed for.

"He Qida." The blood was flowing quickly, and he was a little pant when he spoke, "Take out the brocade bag in my arms."

He Qida was embarrassed, and the prince was hurt on his chest, and the bag would definitely hurt his heart and lungs and speed his death.

"Quick!" Jing Xuan was anxious.

He Qida trembling hands took out the small bag with his body temperature from his broken armor, he snorted, but laughed, "Open it!"

There are three stones spread out on the snowy ground, and the writing on the stones is not very clear. Jing Xuan's blood-filled hands stroked one by one, took it to look closely, and reordered them very solemnly.

He Qida cried and looked. The three stones were: "Meili", "picked up" and "Jing Xuan."

"Take the snow and wipe my face."

Jing Xuan's breathing has weakened, but he is still smiling, and it doesn't seem to be a shame to leave his fame and fortune behind. He Qida hurriedly covered the snow with his hands, and wiped away the terrible blood stains on his face in a panic.

He laughed softly and muttered to himself: "You must wipe it clean, otherwise, if you scare her, she won't forgive me..."

He didn't know if it was because he closed his eyes or death was imminent. He plunged into pure darkness. He was a little worried. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that she would not come to pick him up. "Miri! Miri!" he shouted.

Suddenly the surroundings were so bright, he had to squint his eyes, and in the light of the halo, she stretched out her hand to him with a smile like a bright moon, "Brother Jing Xuan..."

"Miri!" He quickly reached out and grabbed it, this time, he never let go.

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