Sister Xi: Why is your heart the same as mine?

I feel some resentment towards Yi Yin.

No matter how melancholy or profound.

The peony around the palace wall blooms in layers, and the color is brighter than blood. The winding water under the bluestone, like this glass of sake in my hand, fills all those invisible feelings one after another.

The sun and the moon are colorless. This is not a historical story, whether it is a legend or a demon princess. After many years, unofficial history is still speculating. Wars are raging and heroes rise together, which has been the case since ancient times. When my father was alive, he thought about the rivers and mountains of Wan Li. He has been a soldier for half his life and has never seen the chain behind the glamour. Later, he rode a horse to fight and died in the yellow sand with our whole country. He never saw me until he died.

Xia Jie, the monarch of Xia Kingdom, sent envoys, and a volume of documents described my sister-in-law's appearance in "You Shi Shi Shi" as a fairy, which was an irresistible ending for me. When Xia Jie asked me to enter the palace, Yi Yin took me away for seven days and seven nights. Before, it was a dead end, and then it was a line of life and death, until I was saved by Shang Zhouwang Tang.

The grass grows like a kite, and the spring breeze is ten miles. It unfolds in front of me like a picture scroll. The past years are like bubbles floating in this cup, slowly and silently. And those promises in his mouth seem to be flying all over the sky, making people more and more unclear. Those resentments hidden in the deepest part of the soul climbed the weeds in March and grew wildly irrepressibly. ......

Xia Jie came, put on a tulle dress for me, leaned over and said, "It's chilly in spring". I smiled at him, he paused, and then reached out and took me over.

When my head was buried in his chest, the unspeakable warmth burned my whole face. But I don't know why, through his eyes, I can always see the boundless moonlight. I saw the young man holding a piccolo in the moonlight. After a period of Qing business, I came to him possessed.

Many years later, I still remember that jathyapple was as cold as water.

I can't remember many, many things that happened later, except that Yi Yin sent me to this palace, and in order to win the favor of Xia Jie, he gave up this piece of leather, so that he could win this Jiangchuan in one fell swoop. At that time, I cried and asked him why he took me away, why he didn't let me commit suicide, why ... He just hugged me and said a lot, but I only heard "home country", "hatred" and "love".

Time flies, time flies, I have been looking for it for three years. Xia Jie really loves me, and the tilting palace built for me cost countless money because of a joke that day.

At that time, when Yi Yin secretly came to see me, I could still see a trace of pain, anger and reluctance in his eyes. That look tugged at my heart and stung me, both for him and for myself.

However ..... I am becoming more and more unfamiliar with him. The memory of the teenager under the moon is like a tidal wave, stirring in my heart layer by layer. It has come and gone, gone and come back ... Erosion, suffering, trying to forget, but still can't forget.

Maybe I'm getting busy. I have been alone for three years, slowly withering and falling apart. Yesterday's teenager was personable, calm and sophisticated, but the way he looked at me became more and more complicated, with a lot of unspeakable taste.

I think ... I really can't understand him more and more.

The promise between his young lips has become pale, so pale that neither he nor I can bear to look back.

Over the years, I have loved one thing and become an addiction. The strong smell of wine, intoxicating breath, harsh tears tearing, one indulges all day long, but the other cruelly ruins everything.

Xia Jie also accompanied me. In this sloping palace, wine accumulates into lakes and tears pile up into mountains. In this erosion and decay, I danced to my heart's content and sang loudly.

Once upon a time, there were tall buildings that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on them.

I closed my eyes, and it was dark to the end.

It's gonna end.

Always will.

In thousands of waiting days, slowly, I became more and more indulgent and more calm.

Winter came and it snowed the most in history. Pink makeup and jade, Wan Li is frozen.

Xia Jie sent someone to bring me a hand stove, but he hasn't come to see me for three months. Gossip abounds in the palace, and the desolation of being alone in the palace is scattered everywhere. I think Xia Jie knows something, but I don't understand why he left me here.

I know he knows everything. It's just ... there are always many things in this world that human beings can't resist, such as my love for Yi Yin and Xia Jie's love for me. Some words, spit out from the mouth of the teenager, are always as beautiful as larks. I know everything, I know everything, but like a fish nailed to the chopping block, I can't struggle anyway. For example, when the bonfire is dim, I wish you a bright world. For example, the world is at peace, I wish you a world of mortals ... I know those things are deceptive, but I would rather indulge in those gentleness and never die.

If Mei puts on a coat for me, the eyebrow eye reflected in the bronze mirror will become more and more blurred. In a trance, a drop of light fell on the pen and ink, which was hazy and dumbfounded.

"Empress, you ... but what wronged you ..."

She is incoherent and her hands and feet are in a hurry.

And I finally covered my eyes and burst into tears.

I sat up until midnight and couldn't sleep for a long time. I know the significance of this late night to Xia Jie, Xia Dynasty, Shang Dynasty and even to me.

With the spread of night, there were some noisy voices outside the palace, smoke everywhere, and the fire was in chaos. After a while, the night was as bright as day. The people in the palace tore up valuable things and fled everywhere. Occasionally, a few people with conscience later said to me, Empress, let's go.

Let Yi Yin abandon me and try his best to serve King Tang. Finally, it's done. On Baigu Mountain, I sit on the rivers and mountains of Wan Li. I closed my eyes, unwilling and unwilling to take a look. I stole the military emblem, I opened the door, and I introduced the wolf into the palace. Just, I don't know if Xia Jie knows, and I don't know if he knows, what kind of mood he will have and what kind of eyes he will look at me, but it's okay, everything will pass.

When I met Yi Yin, he was far away from me.

In front of him was a heavily armed soldier, and he stood at the other end of the soldier.

He turned his back on me, calm and sophisticated, without the youth and comeliness of that year. It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't seen his face for a long time.

I still remember that moonlit night when he was sitting on the roof with a piccolo in his mouth and a smile in his eyes. I couldn't help walking up to him.

Now, I still want to go to his side, but I was caught by soldiers with guns.

Someone sent a glass of wine.

Rumei suddenly shouted sharply, "My Lord, you can't do this ... You can't do this ... The queen is a hero of the Shang Dynasty ... You can't ..."

After that, there was no noise. Someone covered her mouth, leaving only some "whoops".

Someone pulled up his throat and announced that the fox was the charming Lord, and the femme fatale was the femme fatale, which was ......

"Yi Yin, turn around."

Alas, he is still willing to listen to me at this point.

What a strange face, like being frozen, I can't see any expression.

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. Three years ago, on that face, I saw longing, disappointment, pain and doting ... and many, many more. But now, I can't see anything

The wine was sweet, so I took a sip.

I seem to be drunk, so drunk that I want to have a good sleep

The chaotic footsteps, someone picked me up crazily, and I tried to open my eyes, only to see a thick gloom. I heard his heavy breathing, and he called my name one after another. I can hear his pain, his reluctance, his ... trance. Some liquid fell on the back of my hand, cool.

He may be really in pain, but I know in my heart that he can bear the pain.