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read2(); 　　 The Baidi Palace where the Zhao clan of Daxia lived is divided into two palaces as a whole. The front palace is the place for discussion of politics centered on the Huangji Hall, which is Daxia The power center of the dynasty, and the harem was the residence of the emperor and his family.

As the New Year’s Eve approached, all the main palaces and roads of the harem of the White Emperor Palace were all lit up by the palace ladies with large lanterns symbolizing the prosperous fire, as well as the colorful floating silk ribbons dancing in the wind, so they drove towards Lingbo at night The carriage in the temple seems to come from a dreamland.

　　 Then the carriage stopped outside the Lingbo Hall. Zhao Yu, who had been running around for a whole day, dressed in a black cloak, facing the freezing cold wind, slowly walked into the Lingbo Hall.

As soon as he stepped into the hall, the temperature rose sharply, and the cold wind disappeared. The young emperor looked up and saw that there were countless red candles swaying in the hall, rouge rushing to greet him, his rosy cheeks and joyful eyes, just like ordinary people. Like a little daughter-in-law waiting for her husband to return to dinner.

　　 A warm flow of heat gushes out from inside Zhao Yu's heart, and then flows to the limbs, which is even hotter than any source in the world, because it is called companionship.

Someone stood with him at dusk, and someone asked him how warm the porridge is. Because of this, even if Zhao Yu carried the entire Daxia billion people and marched forward through the waves, even if there were only a few people in the Zhao clan, he had it. It is the most powerful backing in the world.

　　 "Yu'er is back, hurry up and sit down for dinner. Today is the New Year's Day. The big guys are waiting for you to have dinner. Let Liang Po sit down and eat together, it's fun!"

Originally leaning on the seat, the sleepy old lady, hearing the movement of the young emperor returning, immediately regained a little energy, opened her mouth, and then Zhao Yu took Rouge's hand, followed by Liang Po, and a few people Come and sit down at the dinner table.

　　 Looking at the dishes on the big table in front of him, Zhao Yu showed a smile and said softly:

　　 "I went to meet the elders of the teacher's school today, but I couldn't accompany my grandma around, and I hope grandma can forgive me.

　　 "Where are you from Yuer."

　　 The old lady, supported by the middle-aged maid beside her, straightened her body slightly, and at the same time, the voice coming from her mouth was slightly blamed, and she continued to speak:

"I am old, but I am different from ordinary old women. You are busy with your own affairs. Yuergui is the king of a country. You should put state affairs first. If you wander around in front of this palace every day, this palace will blame you for your importance. Minute."

　　 After hearing the words, Zhao Yu smiled again and said:

　　 "Grandma, you have such a good temper, you are not willing to blame your grandson. But grandma still hopes that grandma will agree to something."

　　 "Yuer, but you say it's okay!"

The old lady turned her head, and in her incomparably dark eyes, the black juice like ink was deeper, even with a strong lifelessness. Then Zhao Yu stretched out his hand and held the old lady's stiff hands like ice, cherished Open the mouth:

"Previously, according to the customs in the palace, a ceremony to worship the heavens will be held, but my grandson, I don’t want to spend a lot of time in the past years, and today I want to go out and finish all these matters of etiquette as soon as possible. My grandson just wants to In the days to come, stay with grandma well."

Within Zhao Yukuan's big hands, the touch feedback from the old lady's hands is like a piece of haggard without any elasticity. That's because under the five decays of heaven and man, the old man has lost his sense of touch. Deprived of sight, taste and smell, the only thing the elderly can communicate with the outside world is hearing.

　　 Therefore, listening to Zhao Yu's almost eager tone in her ears, the old lady fell into a period of silence. In fact, she grew up in a clan with extremely strict rules, and at the same time maintained royal decentness.

　　 But at the last moment of life, maybe even she wants to leave with company, so the old man nodded rarely, agreed with Zhao Yuyan, and said softly:

　　 "Yu'er, you are the emperor, and you are the greatest in this world. This ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heavens will stop for one year after one year. We rely on people in the great summer!"

　　 Daxia Mingzhou, Yanyun City, under the night, drizzle.

Below the Big Dream Mountain, the entire Yanyun City is also immersed in the atmosphere of reunion for the New Year, making this big summer city, the most ethereal and dusty city, with a strong smell of fireworks and noisy laughter, overwhelming the sprinkling of the sky. The drizzle, even the cold temperature, became fiery.

　　 On the main street in Yanyun City, there are two figures walking between the rain and the rain, but strangely, no one notices the passers-by who occasionally pass by, as if the two people are walking in another piece of void.

The middle-aged Taoist priest who was still wearing a tattered Taoist robe stopped abruptly directly on the street. It turned from movement to stillness, full of unspeakable charm. At the same time, the surrounding space seemed to overlap and collide with reality. In one place, there were waves after waves like ripples on the lake.

　　 This faint fluctuation was very slight, but it still shook some of the falling rain, and then a leaf on the side of the road was broken and fell down.

　　 The middle-aged Taoist priest, letting the drizzle on his face, gently stretched out his right hand and caught the fallen leaf with his palm, and then a faint voice came out:

　　 "Life is like this leaf, no more than a few pieces of it, like rain and mist.

The vicissitudes of mellow voice fell, and beside the middle-aged Taoist priest, there appeared a very young woman in white clothes. She was unparalleled in beauty, but the soaring phoenix eyebrows gave her a domineering majesty of looking over the world. She did not respond. Just staring at the middle-aged Taoist priest beside him with a puzzled look.

　　 Then the middle-aged Taoist priest did not care, stretched out his slender and round fingers, like jade carvings, held the leaves, and continued to speak gently;

　　 "I folded a leaf and watched it gradually wither.

　　"It asked: What happened to this end, withered your hands.

　　 "I replied: Why did it fall on my hands and die."

　　 After the middle-aged Taoist priest's voice fell, the woman in the white dress finally reacted. She turned around, stared at the leaf in the hands of the Taoist priest, and asked:

　　 "Even if the realm is like you, is it a leaf involuntarily?"

　　 "It's a leaf and a hand!"

　　 The middle-aged Taoist looked solemn, and then his wide sleeves flung out. In an instant, all the rain from the sky stopped in place. Then the middle-aged Taoist looked at the face of Princess Wu Zhao Xiu and continued to speak:

　　 "An old lady of Daxia's Shouyuan is coming. I know you want to go back, but I am afraid of losing me. I can promise to go back with you to accompany her for the last trip, but I have a request."

　　 Empress Wu's complexion remained unchanged, feeling the constant disillusionment of the surrounding space, her red lips lightly opened, and a cold and majestic voice came out:

　　 "Should I be this hand or this leaf?"

　　 "It depends on your own good fortune and ability."

　　The middle-aged Taoist priest stood with his hands in his hands, gently raised his head and looked towards the sky, the vicissitudes of life continued to sound:

　　 "I have been back for too long. It is time to go back. If you follow me, you may never come back. Say goodbye."