Who's home tonight, Bian Zhouzi

The military doctors actually kept all the best golden medicines in the army, just because they were afraid that something might happen to Duan Dizhi.As a result, when the generals carried Duan Dizhi to the dragon bed in the palace, the military doctor rushed over and used all the medicines, but the bleeding still couldn't stop.The military doctor got the emperor's repeated instructions, and knew that if he couldn't save Duan Dizhi's life, his own life would be ruined. He was so busy that he was sweating profusely, his hands trembling;

"What...what are you doing?!" She shouted with all her might, and asked the generals to arrange the occupation according to the plan.It doesn't matter if you shout, blood gushes out from the abdominal wound again.

When the generals came back in a hurry, it was dark, and Li Siye, the second in command of the expeditionary army, was seen kneeling in front of Duan Dizhi's bed.The military doctor couldn't do anything, Duan Dizhi's bleeding had stopped, but she was weak, tired and sickly, and both she and the military doctor knew that she probably wouldn't make it through the night.She thought that she might die in this war, so on the day she left the capital, she took a deep look at the tower.

Look at the city tower that will collapse in less than 200 years during the vicissitudes of life, look at the face of your beloved who will probably be clearly remembered in the next life.

If I go here and never come back, will you cry for me?

But that is after death.It's about me, but it's not about me.

Duan Dizhi lying on the hospital bed felt that he could not breathe more and more.Panting to explain the funeral, in addition to receiving Yanqi City according to the plan, she still has to go out of the city for several miles to wipe out the remaining rebels in the nearby valleys; as for herself, she asked Li Siye to cremate herself immediately and put her in an earthenware jar. Send it back with the battle report of your own death.Li Siye nodded sharply.The two knew that if Duan Dizhi was charged with the crimes and the imperial decree of the year, she would not be buried in the pass even if she was burned to ashes.Only this way, she can send herself back to Zeng Jingzhao.

Even after death, this world has nothing to do with me.I still want to come back to you.

She was lying on her back on the bed, and the general was kneeling below, crying faintly.Close your eyes and think of those days recuperating in the capital.In fact, Zeng Jingzhao sent school officials to protect her, and the school officials reported her movements to the emperor, and she was also asking the school officials, how is the emperor doing recently?The school officials said how busy the emperor was, and how he cared about hearing the news from the lord; the school officials always asked her, did the lord have anything to bring to His Majesty?She said no.

I have nothing to say to you.I can not.If she said that she didn't have any hatred for Zeng Jingzhao, then she wouldn't believe it herself.But can she really hate Zeng Jingzhao?She can't do it.I can't even hate you because I love you so much, and it hurts to be near you.Given time, perhaps we have a chance to heal this wound.

Unfortunately there is no time.

During the war, Duan Dizhi imagined what the future would be like if he could go back alive.However, as her health deteriorated, she felt more and more that she might not be able to go back.Sometimes I can't help but think in self-deprecating, killing countless people, I deserve it.So when she attacked the city, she went forward with the heart of death.

Mortal heart, she sighed silently, as if she was taking her last breath; now she is really going to die.

She turned her head and looked east.There is not much blood left in her body, and there is no way to recover, but she is just waiting for the god of death to pick her up.There should be stars in the eastern sky at this moment, right?I used to watch it when I lived in the cottage and was a shepherd, and when I looked at that star, I would think of you.I miss you.

Duan Dizhi closed his eyes, and let go of his right hand that had been holding his saber.Before she died, she might recall the first scene of seeing Zeng Jingzhao when she was a child, or the enemies she defeated for Zeng Jingzhao, or the smile of Zeng Jingzhao when she woke up one morning; maybe she would also recall her friends, or Mo Yebo’s mourning for her. Unfortunately, his angry and indisputable face recalled the sparkling tears of the red silk girl under the starry sky; maybe he didn't think about anything, and let his soul go out of his body and be blown away by the strong wind.

Li Siye finished writing the military report with tears in his eyes, put the ashes into earthenware pots with his own hands, and let Pegasus send them back.The messenger didn't rest at all along the way, and the urn didn't get off his back until now, and it was delivered to Zeng Jingzhao's arms.

The courtiers were overwhelmed by the bad news, and seeing the emperor's appearance, they froze in place and didn't know what to do.Zeng Jingzhao almost knelt on the ground holding the ashes urn, and the courtiers had to kneel down in unison.For a long time, there was no sound in the hall.What was almost inaudible was Zeng Jingzhao's extremely subdued cry.Kneeling until her legs were sore, Zeng Jingzhao stood up slowly, closed her eyes and said to the courtiers, let's leave today, and leave everything to the prime minister.

After finishing speaking, he ignored the courtiers, turned around and walked away step by step.

A year later, Zeng Jingzhao abdicated and was succeeded by 14-year-old Dezhao.The first imperial decree when he ascended the throne was to announce that his sister had become a nun and had chosen a secluded temple to live in seclusion.Remove all the charges against Duan Dizhi, and let her last name in the world be the Hussar General who is like her father.In fact, what is the use of the title?She has no descendants, and her family has no side branches. The Duan family is extinct with her.The young emperor said calmly and unquestionably, from now on, all matters related to the Bi An school office and the Duan case will come to an end, and no one shall bring it up again.

Zeng Jingzhao took Duan Dizhi's ashes to a palace deep in the mountains. She brought only four or five servants, and the royal family brought her daily necessities regularly.Here, surrounded by mountains and rivers, she decided to find a place with excellent scenery in the mountains, and buried Duan Dizhi's ashes there.From the time the columbarium was brought back a year ago to the day of the burial, the rough earthen pot did not leave her arms for a single day.

I can't hold you anymore.I only have this jar now.

She rewarded all the officers and soldiers who participated in the war, no matter whether they died or died, and did not punish anyone.The court has no objection to this.Regarding Duan Dizhi's martyrdom, neither the courtiers nor she ever mentioned a word.She put the urn next to the bed in the bedroom, not letting anyone touch it, and she even had to clean the dust herself.After Lan Zhi learned of Duan Dizhi's death, she was very worried about Zeng Jingzhao's mood.She was at the prince's place, and when she heard that the emperor had left, she hurried back to the bedroom, and saw Zeng Jingzhao sitting on the bed with the urn in her arms, lost her mind, as if in a daze.Zeng Jingzhao glanced at her, then shed tears, and said to her: "Lan Zhi, Dyzhi is gone."

After speaking, he hugged the urn tightly and cried loudly.

Before she abdicated, Hong Lingnu once again crossed the wall and entered the palace to visit.When Duan Dizhi went to war, she received a letter from Duan Dizhi, telling her not to bother to come to visit, and the army would not accept any visits.She takes care of herself.At that time, the red silk girl was busy with the affairs of the church, so she knew that replying to the letter was useless, so she didn't care.Later, he hid some medicine in the military supplies and sent it to Duan Dizhi, but I don't know if she took it or not.A year passed quickly, and she hoped that Duan Dizhi would be free from now on, and would no longer suffer in that bitter cold place.I didn't expect to hear the news of death.

How could she have thought that a farewell on the mountain would be a farewell forever.

When she walked into the bedroom, she saw Zeng Jingzhao sitting blankly facing a clay pot.Zeng Jingzhao found her coming and turned to look at her; she cast a surprised look at Zeng Jingzhao, and Zeng Jingzhao nodded to her.She walked over, knelt in front of the urn, gently stroked the body of the urn with trembling hands, and cried in a low voice.After crying for a long time, he stopped and turned around to look at Zeng Jingzhao, who was also crying.It's as if the person's tears can't be held back, and violent emotions aren't needed.Zeng Jingzhao just cried silently.

The red silk girl stood up and said calmly: "I'm leaving. I won't come back." Zeng Jingzhao nodded, "I will take her to a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters for burial." Looking up at the red silk girl, the red silk girl shook her head and said "You don't need to tell me where I am." "Okay." When she reached the palace gate, she stopped again, turned back and gave Zeng Jingzhao a jade pendant.Without explaining, he left.Zeng Jingzhao wanted to ask what it was, but couldn't ask her.Look closely, it looks like a talisman.

The red silk girl left, and made a vow from then on that she would never return to the Central Plains.Except for Mo Yebo, no one would call her "Yantao" with that Central Plains accent.No one ever made unreasonable demands on her, and no one asked her to do difficult things.From then on, she never needed to love anyone else.She can love her own people and her followers wholeheartedly, and she no longer needs to love anyone.

She begged for the amulet and was going to give it to Duan Dizhi.

If you can't protect you, protect the person you love most in the world.

After Zeng Jingzhao buried Duan Dizhi's ashes, he lived in seclusion in the mountains.Just chant scriptures and worship Buddha every day.She knew that she didn't have much heart for the Buddha, and living in seclusion here was a punishment for herself, and she was also disheartened towards the world and the world of mortals.When she just received the news of her death, she wanted to commit suicide; although she knew she couldn't die, and she really wouldn't do it, she once had the idea of ​​asking the red silk girl to kill herself.It was only later that I realized that if I did that, it would be too cruel to the red silk girl.

She felt that the person who should be punished most was herself, so she decided to live forever and live in seclusion in the mountains with Duan Dizhi, and when the day came, she died and went to pursue Duan Dizhi.I share in your blood, and we deserve to go to hell together.As long as I play with you, what are you afraid of?

After all, she left a clear day for her younger brother.In later books, Dezhao became a generation of Mingjun.Maybe she paid too much for it.It's useless to think about it now, she thought, standing by the lake with an umbrella to watch the rain, it's useless to think about it, it's better to leave the rest of my life as a memory.When she was young, she heard her grandmother advise her father that the last thing an emperor should have is exclusive favor and affection.She was young at the time and didn't understand it, thinking that grandma didn't like the queen mother.Later, when I grew up, I knew it was a matter of tactics and risks.Up to now, I have even realized the reason for "deep love and long life".

Since Duan Dizhi was exiled, this was the first time she showed a sincere smile on her face.

She stared at the dark, rainy and foggy lake at dusk, whenever you come to pick me up, I'll let you go.

As if she heard someone calling her from behind, she turned her head and saw the black saber first.

The author has something to say:

I believe that when you see this ending, you will have different feelings.But abuse is right.

This is a short story about masochism.Someone commented that this is the ancient version of "Tattoo", and I agree. "Tattoos" is a work I personally wrote during the period of emotional purgatory.This is a story that haunts my heart.Sometimes I can't help thinking, what is the cruelest thing in a relationship?However, this question is better left unanswered.

Speaking of this jet-black saber, I do have a smaller one at hand.Always looking at the real thing, came up with the whole story.No one would believe it if there were no individual projections in many aspects in this story.

Digging deeper into this story, there are probably only two topics: "what is the correct love relationship" and "the art of the emperor".Overall a superficial story.But it must be a happy story for Shaking M.What can't be obtained, what has been lost, what can never be made up for, this is the most hateful aspect of our life.

But speaking of it, the last place where I lived in seclusion was the best place in my ideal.This is really what you can't ask for.Speaking of this ideal place to live, if a person lives in such a place and the lake becomes foggy in the middle of the night, will he be afraid?

Beginning at the end of April will enter a month-long trip.There may be short story updates, but the theme is more restricted, and may not be posted on JJ. You can refer to Weibo, nicknamed nicholas7130 Houdi Houdi.Will be back home at the end of May.After returning to China, there may be long-term plans.But in any case, I will finish "Million Kimono Baby" first.

Thanks for reading.See you next time.