The prince rode a thousand miles, all the way back to the imperial city.
"Prince, Your Majesty, he... Time is running out..." Several doctors knelt in the emperor's bedroom, saw the return of the prince, a year old doctor looked at the prince, deeply sigh.
"His Majesty is... Been waiting for the prince..."
Princess Pingle on the side looked at his brother and shook his head bitterly.
Father Emperor fell on the bed, brother vicissitudes of life back, this moment of the magnificent palace walls like a blind leaf.
The people inside can't see outside, but the people outside can see inside.
Prince suddenly like a dream, slowly step by step to the side of the dragon bed.
The emperor looked pale, no longer as powerful as before, but yellow and thin lying there, revealing a sense of decay.
"Back to... Here we go..." When the emperor saw the prince, there was a look in his dull eyes, but his words were like a spent force.
'I'm back! The prince gently answered,
"Realized... What..." 'asked the emperor.
The prince shook his head slightly, and then fell silent.
The father and son didn't seem to have much to say to each other, as if everything was just waiting to fall into place.
One is waiting for another to return,
One knew the man was waiting.
What are you waiting for?
It's just one more time!
Dressed in a white dress, the crown princess of the country fell into the hall, looking at the father and son, the heart slightly hurt.
"The clouds... Hong is coming..." The emperor's eyes slowly closed, as if the things he had been worried about had fallen.
He had no reason to hold on...
Looking at his father's departure, the prince did not cry, but stood there blankly... I don't know how long I stood there.
Sound sigh, the full imperial city of the autumn wind raised, the wind in the red leaves, such as reincarnation general falling.
The red leaves that will eventually fall do not know when and where they will be silent.
In that year the emperor died...
The prince sat for several days at the emperor's mausoleum...
No joy, no sorrow, just sitting so quiet, that look even can not see the pain.
This led to suspicions in the palace that the prince had no feelings for the emperor... There were even rumors in the palace.
The princess stayed with the prince for three days, and when she saw the prince just sitting there without a word, she got up and went back to the prince's palace.
She knows... Great sorrow without tears.
She needs... To deal with all that gossip.
After the princess left, Princess Pingle came to the prince's side and sat with the prince.
The silver moon floated, and the imperial Mausoleum was silent.
The prince looked up at the stars, and the princess silently accompanied him.
"Imperial Sister, why can't I feel sad?" "Asked the prince in silence.
"Because there is no sorrow in a great wound!" Pingle answered slowly.
The prince lowered his head, looked at his father's tombstone, and was silent.
Pingle slowly stood up and looked at the emperor's tombstone with a sad look.
The emperor is also her father, she has not grieved... But with her sword, she has long been resolute, sad and happy not show color.
But the prince is not the same as her, the prince has been gentle and elegant since childhood, Confucian Qi peaceful.
The Prince... Not a tough man.
"Go back..." Pingle said gently, "Your crown princess, you should also go and meet her."
The prince shook his head slowly, "I will accompany my father for a while."
"All right..." Ping Le sighed and continued, "Tomorrow is your coronation ceremony, don't be late."
The prince nodded, sitting against the Mausoleum stele.
Pingle shook his head and strode away.
That night, the prince was still sitting in front of the imperial mausoleum all night.
That year, Min An succeeded to the throne.
That year, Min An honored the wishes of the former emperor and made Yun Xue Empress.
...
Sitting on the throne, listening to the civil and military officials' remonstration, the atmosphere of Confucianism gradually had some imperial meaning.
"Your Majesty, the North has invaded the border, and the Lord of the North has personally led 300,000 troops to invade my territory, and I hope Your Majesty will make a decision." "Said an official.
Emperor Minan shouted in a deep voice: "Yuchi ceremony, Stu Gong listen to the purpose."
"I am here!" Two generals came out and bowed toward Emperor Minandi to listen.
"I order Yuchi Li to be the commander of Zhenbei, and Stu Gong to be the deputy commander, so you can go to the North to fight North Yuan."
"My minister will obey!" They were ordered to retire, and immediately went out of the temple.
Over the years, they knew the young King's methods and decisions, without saying much, just by following orders.
All officials have no doubts.
"Stu Yong!" Emperor Minandi shouted again.
"I am here."
"I order you to send an envoy to the Western Liao to find out whether there is any intention to conspire with the Northern Yuan."
"I will do it!"
"Zhang Jin!"
"I am here!"
"You go to the South Valley, tell the Lord of the South Valley, and say: The agreement of the year ago continues!"
"I will do it!"
"..."
After one by one, the emperor returned to the palace alone and did not let anyone follow.
Instead, he returned to his bedroom alone and saw his queen writing something beside him.
The white long dress wrapped body, if the skin is condensed, the body posture is soft and beautiful, and the gesture of moving the pen is rhyme Hengsheng.
Min An looked at his queen and sighed softly:
"Why should you condescend to this small palace?"
Cloud snow smell speech looking back, looking at the people an stubborn shook his head, the face of the country in the complex.
"You are searching for your true self, and I am searching for mine."
"What is your true self?" Min An asked.
Cloud snow pair of bright eyes deeply looked at the people, no words.
...
Time is easy to grow old.
Twinkling of an eye, one day has passed.
Minan into middle age, cloud snow is still young and beautiful.
Two husband and wife for more than ten years, but did not have a son and a daughter.
Pingle has not been married, has been cultivating the heart of the sword, seems to have no interest in marriage.
Min sat on the rockery in the imperial garden and looked at the stars. This was his favorite place when he was young.
Time has passed, it seems that I can no longer find the feeling of that year.
Yun Xue also squatted beside him, for more than ten years, she had followed him in addition to the people's peace.
"You... Have you found your true self?" Min An asked slowly.
Yunxue looked into his side face, nodded and then shook her head.
"Did you follow me when I went south?"
Cloud snow nodded, did not deny.
After her marriage with Minan, she has been following behind, and many dangers are also solved by her secretly, such as those bandits.
"Go back..." Min An said softly.
"Back where?" Cloud snow asked softly.
"Get back to reality... Back to... Ghost Gate!"
People An looked at the sky, the language is amazing.
Ba-boom!
The breath of snow suddenly quivered at this moment, and then it was calm again.
"You... When did you wake up?" Cloud snow asked somewhat hesitantly.
"Just woke up." Min An shook his head and smiled bitterly, "When did you wake up.... The Ning Fairy?"
'Three years ago!
"Why don't you leave?"
Ning white snow complexion complex looking at people an, to be exact Su Mo.
She woke up three years ago and realized that this life was just a dream.
And his husband is to let oneself difficult to face Su Mo.
She also did not know why she would choose to stay after waking up, the moment she woke up, she could get out of this, and when she woke up, she should naturally return to reality.
But she chose to do this dream, perhaps because of a complex affair for Su Mo husband and wife, or is looking for the ethereal 'true me'?
This Guanzhong world, although it is an illusion, but like real.
This fantasy and Su Mo day and night get along with more than ten years, that hatred and love have long been tangled up in difficult to clear.
'Go back! Su Mo sighed.
Ning snow slowly nodded, the body dissipated, consciousness returned to the ghost door of the god domain.
This party...
Die.