The White Emperor's Palace, where the Zhao clan of Great Xia lived, was divided into two palaces as a whole, the front palace was a place of discussion and politics centered on the Emperor's Palace, which was the center of power of the Great Xia Dynasty, and the harem was the residence of the emperor and his family.

Approaching the end of the year, the main palaces and roads of the harem of the entire White Emperor Palace were all lit by the palace maids with large lanterns symbolizing red and red fire, as well as colorful ribbons fluttering in the wind, so the carriage driving to the Lingbo Hall at night seemed to come from a dream.

Then the carriage stopped outside the Lingbo Palace, and Zhao Yu, who had been running around for a whole day, was wearing a black coat and slowly walked into the Lingbo Hall in the cold wind.

As soon as he stepped into the hall, the temperature rose sharply, the cold wind disappeared, the young emperor looked up, and saw that under the swaying of countless red candles in the hall, rouge ran to greet him, with ruddy cheeks and happy eyes, just like the little daughter-in-law of an ordinary family waiting for her husband to return for dinner.

A warm current of heat poured out from Zhao Yu's heart, and then flowed to the limbs and bones, which was even hotter than any kind of origin in the world, because it was called companionship.

Someone stood at dusk with him, and someone asked him about porridge Kewen, because of this, even if Zhao Yu carried the entire hundreds of millions of people in Great Xia and moved forward through the waves, even if there were only a few people in the Zhao family, he had the most powerful backing in the world.

"It's Yu'er back, sit down and eat, it's the New Year's Day, the big guys are waiting for you to have dinner, let Liang Po also sit down and eat together, lively!"

The old queen mother, who was originally leaning on the seat and was drowsy, heard the movement of the young emperor when he returned, and suddenly recovered a little, opened her mouth to speak, and then Zhao Yu took Rouge's hand, followed by Liang Po, and several people came to the dining table and sat down.

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

"Today, I went to see the elders of the teacher's family, but I couldn't accompany my grandmother, and I hope that my grandmother will forgive my sins. ”

"Yu'er, where are you? ”

Under the support of the middle-aged palace maid beside her, the old queen mother straightened her body slightly, and at the same time, the voice that came from her mouth was still a little blameful, and she continued to speak:

"I'm old, I'm not the same as those ordinary old women, you are busy with your own, Yu'er is the king of a country, you should put state affairs first, if you go around in front of the palace every day, the palace will blame you for not distinguishing between the severity. ”

After Zhao Yu heard this, he smiled again and said:

"Grandma, you have such a good temper, so you are reluctant to blame your grandson. However, the grandson still hopes that his grandmother will agree. ”

"Yu'er, you don't hurt to say it!"

The old queen mother turned her head, and in her dark eyes, the black juice like ink was even deeper, and even brought a rich dead air, and then Zhao Yu stretched out his hand, held the old lady's hands that were as stiff as ice cubes, and said preciously:

"Originally, according to the customs in the palace, a ceremony would be held to worship the heavens, but my grandson, I don't want to spend a lot of time before the year, and I want to go out today to finish these ceremonies as soon as possible, and my grandson just wants to accompany grandma well in the next few days. ”

In Zhao Yu's generous hands, the touch fed back by the old lady's hands was like a withered tree without any elasticity, that was because under the five decays of heaven and man, the old man had lost his sense of touch, counting the sight, taste and smell that had been deprived before, the only thing the old man could communicate with the outside world at this time was hearing.

Therefore, listening to Zhao Yu's almost longing tone in her ears, the old queen mother fell into silence for a while, in fact, she grew up in the big clan since she was a child, she attaches great importance to the rules, and at the same time has always maintained the dignity of the royal family.

But at the last moment of her life, maybe even she wanted to leave in company, so the old man nodded rarely, agreed with Zhao Yu's words, and said softly:

"Yu'er, you are the emperor, you are the biggest in the world, this festival to the sky, stop for a year, stop for a year, our rivers and mountains in Daxia rely on people!"

Great Xia Mingzhou, Smoke Cloud City, under the night, drizzle.

At the foot of Dameng Mountain, the entire Yanyun City is also immersed in the atmosphere of reunion for the New Year, making this most ethereal and dusty city in the Great Summer more rich fireworks atmosphere, noisy laughter, overshadowing the drizzle sprinkled in the sky, and even the cold temperature has become hot.

On the street in Smoke Cloud City, there are two figures shuttling between the smoke and rain, but the strange thing is that the passers-by occasionally pass by on both sides, but no one notices, as if these two people are walking in another void.

Still a middle-aged Taoist priest in a tattered robe, he abruptly stopped directly on the street, which was full of indescribable charm from movement to stillness, and at the same time, the space around it seemed to coincide and collide in one place between the virtual and the real, exuding wave after wave of fluctuations like ripples on the surface of the lake.

The faint fluctuation was slight, but it shook a little of the falling rain, and then caused a leaf on the side of the road to break off and fall down.

The middle-aged Taoist priest, who let the drizzle blow, gently stretched out his right hand and caught the fallen leaves with his palm, and then a faint voice came out:

"Life is like this leaf, just a few jiazi, like rain and fog that can't be squandered by the wind and sand. ”

The mellow voice of vicissitudes fell, and beside the middle-aged Taoist priest, an extremely young woman in white palace clothes appeared, beautiful and unparalleled, but the sky-high phoenix eyebrows made her have a domineering majesty that looked down on the world, she did not open her mouth to respond, but just looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest beside her with a puzzled gaze.

Then the middle-aged Taoist priest didn't care, stretched out his slender and round, jade-like fingers, grabbed the leaves, and continued to speak softly;

"I broke a leaf and watched it wither.

"It asks, "What has come to this end, and it has died in your hands?"

"I replied, "Why did it fall into my hands, and it ended up withering?" ”

After the middle-aged Taoist priest's voice fell, the woman in the palace dress in white finally reacted, she turned around, stared at the leaf in the Taoist priest's hand, and asked:

"Even if the realm is like you, it's a leaf that can't help itself?"

"It's the leaf and the hand!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest's face was solemn, and then his wide sleeves flicked outward, and in an instant, all the rain sprinkled in the sky stopped in place, and then the middle-aged Taoist priest looked at the face of Princess Wu Zhao Xiu, and continued to speak:

"An old lady in Daxia is approaching, I know you want to go back, but you are afraid of losing me, I can promise to go back with you to accompany her on the last journey, but I have a request. ”

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

"Do you want me to be this hand, or this leaf?"

"It depends on your own creation and ability. ”

The middle-aged Taoist priest stood with his hands in his hands, looked up at the sky slightly, and the voice of vicissitudes continued to sound:

"I've been back for too long, it's time to go back, if you follow me, maybe you'll never come back, say goodbye." ”