Sixty-eighth bowl of soup (five)

The eldest prince is a very sensible child, and it is hard to imagine that he is only three years old. Just when he saw him, Yin ** couldn't help but think of the affectionate words that the emperor had in love with him, and in an instant he gave it to others. If Concubine Yin really favored the Six Palaces as legendary, why would other people give birth to princes?

However, people in the world only believe what they hear, and they don’t care about what they hear.

The child in front of me was obtained by the man who said he loved her and was flirting with another woman. How healthy and cute he looked, and so similar to the emperor. Yin ** was obviously happy, but he couldn't help but feel obscure and difficult to tell.

At this moment, the emperor's voice suddenly came: "What is a good day today? The emperor and his beloved concubine came to play in the imperial garden?"

Yin ** lowered his head and didn't say anything, but he was thinking in his heart that the emperor would basically not come to the Imperial Garden in the morning. Is it intentional or unintentional to come today? Or is it that he is afraid that she will hurt his and Queen Zhou's children?

This is reasonable. After all, unlike the other two children, Empress Zhou was basically the same as hers for the eldest prince. The seven-month-old fetus she could not save was born. Although there was the emperor's sign, from the perspective of fate, how could it not be sad?

This is fate. You will never be controlled, and you will not care about how much suffering you have suffered or how much sin you have suffered. If it comes, you will bear it.

The eldest prince probably didn't see the emperor for a while, but now he was very happy when he saw it, and his little face blushed: "Father, my son is playing with the imperial concubine!"

"Imperial Concubine?" Hearing this, the emperor looked at Yin** with a smile. "You should call her mother."

Yin** was a little nauseous when she heard these two words, so she didn't want to be called a child from her belly. "No need, what is the name of the eldest prince?"

The emperor saw that she seemed to be in a bad mood, so he sat down beside her and held one of her hands. Yin ** tried to struggle for a while, but did not break away, and it was not easy to not give the emperor face in front of the eldest prince. The emperor successfully held her hand, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows also showed a sense of joy, but it was hidden well, and Yin ** was not on him, so he didn't see it.

The eldest prince looked left and right, thinking that the imperial concubine was more reliable in his words, so he ran to Yin** and asked her curiously: "Where is the imperial concubine coming from? Why did I see you the first time?"

When the emperor heard this question, he couldn't help but feel a little stiff. Yin ** didn't even look at him. He lowered his head and told the eldest prince: "Because your father is very bad, he doesn't like you to play with me, and he is afraid that you won't play with him after you play with me."

When the eldest prince heard this, he showed a sudden expression, "Father's face is ashamed."

To be honest, Yin **'s answer was unexpected by the emperor. He didn't expect Yin ** to be so gentle to the eldest prince, but then he thought, if he hadn't forced her to the extreme, she would have been a gentle and kind person. So he reached out and rubbed the eldest prince's head and said, "It's my father's, it's not. If you want to play with the imperial concubine in the future, just play with the imperial concubine."

Compared to the happy little guy, Yin ** was in a bad mood. She frowned slightly, thinking that the emperor had something wrong with him. He was not afraid that she would strangle him and Queen Zhou’s son to death?

But when Yin ** refused, he didn't feel embarrassed to say anything. He smiled at the eldest prince. When there was no one around, she and the emperor were left, she raised her eyes and asked, "What does the emperor mean? If the empress knows, I can't afford to take this crime."

Emperor Ding Yangyang looked at her for a while and asked her, "Su Su, are you jealous?"

Yin ** chuckled, shook her head for a while and sighed: "The Lord asked this question so interesting. She hoped that I would be generous and jealous." She chose the second one before her death, so she ended up burning all the jade. Now, she didn't want to choose either one. She firmly believed that God would come for the fate she deserved.

After the emperor asked, he felt that he was quite ridiculous. It was meaningless to ask these questions. It was no longer possible to explain them in just a few words.

But if he didn't take the initiative to talk to Yin**, she wouldn't take the initiative to pay attention to him anyway. Therefore, the emperor looked at the pipa placed on the table and asked, "Why do you have to bring the pipa when you go to the imperial garden?"

His eyes were too hot and complicated, but he had clearly seen this pipa many times. From taking her out of the cold palace to now, the emperor's attitude towards the pipa is really intriguing. Yin ** has heard of the word "rebirth". Compared to her, a ghost who has experienced hardships and tortures, some people are born with God's favor and can do it again without paying any price. How has God been fair?

But unfairness itself is the fate imposed on the world.

"I like it so much." Yin ** broke away from the emperor's hand and held the pipa into her arms. Her eyes were tender and gentle, and her white fingertips streaked inch by inch by inch by inch by the emperor. In his eyes, the emperor felt as if he was touched by her. When Yin **'s fingers slowly circled on Qin's body, he actually felt that he was being teased.

"So you have to take it with you every day and night, and take it wherever you go, whether you are alive or dead."

The emperor stared at Yin**'s eyes, as if he wanted to read something from her eyes, such as deep affection, love, nostalgia... but in the end he didn't see anything. Maybe Yin** didn't want to be seen by him, maybe, there was no more.

Yin ** began to play the pipa again. Her fingers gently plucked the strings, and the snow-white strings made a moving sound, which was both familiar and unfamiliar to the emperor's ears.

During this period, he tried to touch the pipa, but finally controlled himself because he saw Yin **'s eyes, calmly waiting to accept something.

Maybe he is not unique.

Who can guarantee that God only favors himself?

Even if he was the emperor, he did not have such confidence.

The emperor silently listened to a whole song, which was the song that Yin ** played in the cold palace. She studied the pipa since she was a child, and her skillful hands told all the joys and sorrows. When she was rude to her, the emperor had heard many songs, and there were also many impressive ones. However, he didn't know what the song that Yin ** played at this moment.

So he asked, "Does this song... have a name?"

Yin ** said: "It didn't exist, but it later."

"What's this called?"

She looked at him steadily for a while and said word by word: "White, bone, sound."

The emperor gasped.

"The Lord must be wondering why he called this name." Yin ** plucked the strings of the piano and looked at the sky. The sun was just right, and the purples and purples were blooming everywhere, and the greenness was full of green, but she was not happy at all. "Because this is the sadness and sigh that only dead people can send out. Even if there is a score, they cannot play it out."

This is a song belonging to the dead.

The emperor's eyes were already very obvious, but Yin ** said nothing, and she didn't look at it, because she understood everything, but she didn't want to tell the emperor everything - let it go dark if it should be dark, and suddenly put it under the sun, and everything darkness will be hidden, which will only be even more embarrassing.

When she raised her head, the emperor had already controlled his facial expression. Yin ** could not see his psychological activities at the moment from his appearance, so he said to the emperor: "I am tired. Master, please give up first."

The emperor stood up and said, "I will go back with you."

In fact, she just didn't want to go back with him. They should be tacit about each other, but even if the emperor could think of her rebirth, he would never think of what price she had paid for her rebirth.

The emperor naturally thought that when he went to the cold palace to pick up Yin**, but she did not show any joy, he vaguely felt that something seemed different.

Because of his resurrection, he cherished his life and did not stay in Jucui Palace. But he didn't know why he didn't kill Yin**. He obviously had no life in danger if he killed her, right?

Maybe he wanted to know what changed the gentle and kind Yin**, allowing her to do cruel things like killing people and peeling their skin and bones.

No, maybe he knew it.

like.

With jealousy.

It is jealous because of love. Because of not being loved, jealousy gradually turns into hatred.

But isn't you wrong?

Because I am the emperor and the lord of the nineteenth century, I was not wrong if I deceived a weak woman's love and trust, and finally betrayed her and let her wait alone in the desolate cold palace for thirteen years?

Ordinary men are unfaithful and want to be despised, so why can they be spared because they are the emperor?

The emperor had only the country in his heart. At that time, the national teacher was rampant, and the old emperor was addicted to the sensuality and did not care about the government. It can be said that when he ascended the throne, it was the most dangerous and easiest year for the entire dynasty to collapse.

But - no matter what, even if he had countless reasons, Yin ** was innocent.

She just loved him and trusted him, but ended up like that. Therefore, the emperor could not kill her. Although there was guilt, it also had unknown feelings.

The emperor always couldn't help but wonder why she cried when she killed him?

While crying, he put his hand into his chest and held out a bright red heart. He could even see her painful soul through her eyes. It was him dyeing her black, making her with deep hatred and self-loathing, and finally embarking on a path of no return.

Half of that lute was his bones.

And the other half is Yin**’s.
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