I have a question about The Legend of Chivalrous Man: When did Nan Chengyao know that Murong Qing was Yu Ning? Did he really like Sunny to know?

Fan Waiyao (1)

In late spring, the sea of flowers is burning vigorously, but in his eyes, it is not as good as one tenth of the red dress in his hand.

Where the skirt is, the golden thread embroiders the phoenix.

On that day, wearing this red makeup, she stood on the tower of Yecheng and sang a song, which lit up the pale sky in Mobei.

On that day, the blood between her neck dripped on the snow. He looked at the red, white and dazzling scenery and thought, it is still not enough to pay with the blood of the nine families who flew to the east.

On that day, when the cold anger in my heart almost drowned all my reason, he suddenly woke up. It turns out that he cares.

It's not about the name.

This has nothing to do with looks.

This has nothing to do with identity.

She's just the woman who "dare not bet a thousand dollars" came all the way to Mobei to find him. She is the woman who has always supported him unswervingly. She is the woman who can stand side by side with him in this world. She is the woman who cares about him at all costs. She is his only princess and wife.

From that moment on, he gave up all pursuit.

Even the song "Jing Hong", the alchemist cinnabar on her left arm, and many casual expressions and little tricks are almost coincidences.

Even though, for so many years, he never gave up looking, but he never found any traces left by her when she fell off the cliff.

Even on the Aoki Cliff, at that last glance, her figure and the memories hidden in my mind were inexplicably and truly overlapped, but he still refused to let himself think deeply.

Almost paranoid and unwilling to break this balance, nothing like him.

But, so what, as long as she is his wife, as long as she is always by his side.

So, when Sang tearfully told him about the past, told him about her agreement with Myanmar and told him that she was the real Murong Qing, he just coldly kissed goodbye and said, Don't let me hear such nonsense again.

It's not that I don't believe it, but now, his wife still needs to keep Miss Murong's identity, even if this identity will bring a lot of trouble, but compared with her other identities, at least for now, she can still be safe.

He thought more than once that when the truth came out, even if he couldn't watch her fall off the cliff and do nothing as before, even if he had enough ability to protect her, would she accept the cruelty of that past and stay with him?

How ironic that he was afraid to take the slightest risk. He would rather be Murong Qing all his life, and she would rather forget her unreserved attachment and love as long as she was by his side.

He even murdered San Mu Qing. Even in the end, her death was not his own, but at least it was out of indulgence.

It's not that he doesn't know Mr. Murong's action, but that he didn't stop it. He was also doomed to owe the North, but he never regretted it.

What Murong Duo and his wife did was the prosperity of the family.

And all he did was his wife.

Yes, he knows who she is, maybe as early as watching her fall from the Aoki cliff, he knew it at the bottom of his heart, and Sang Mu Qing's words undoubtedly confirmed that everything can't go back.

Later, when she came back from the valley of evil medicine, he knew that she knew quite clearly. However, he never mentioned it, just didn't know it.

If that smiling woman was the only bright color and warmth in his gloomy life, today, her smile has already been unconsciously integrated into the depths of his blood, and she can't give up even though she is dead.

So, right? As long as it is not significant, there is still no turning back between him and her. She is still his justified princess, the only wife in this life.

He once said that her weakness is too sentimental, and he knows exactly what kind of woman she is, but if not, will he fall in love with her?

So he knew that she would not regard the Murong family as passers-by because they were not related by blood.

Knowing what she was going to do in the evil medicine valley, he still kept her away so that she could avoid the inevitable conflict between him and Mr. Murong.

Son, wait for me. When I finish what I'm doing, I'll accompany you to the valley of evil medicine until our child is born.

He told her and himself this way, obviously smiling, but there was a tension in his voice that he couldn't control.

Her health is too weak, which has always been a worry for him, but he can't help it.

So knowing that she will know eventually, I hope I can hide it for a while, waiting for her to avoid the blood spill going to Beijing, waiting for the baby to be born safely, waiting for all the dust to settle, waiting for him to have an unbreakable connection with her.

She loves children so much, so for the sake of children, does he have any extra chance to keep her?

He calculated everything and thought it was a lifetime, but in fact it was always a day. He didn't know how she knew, so she came back early.

She didn't listen to his explanation. He asked coldly, What about Murong Ying? Did you ignore her?

Because, actually, she's fine.

So, he hit her. It turned out that he hated it and embedded it in his own blood to protect her from the slightest harm.

However, there is nothing he can do. He knew what she was going to do, but she didn't know, or she didn't care, what kind of danger such a move would bring her.

However, he can't help caring. As long as it is related to her, he can never care.

She won't know what kind of forced restraint he needs to suppress the dull pain in his heart. He just hit her right hand, clenched it tightly into a fist and put it behind him, but he still trembled uncontrollably.

I dare not look at her again. I'm afraid that with this look, he will be soft-hearted and unable to control her, and then all the fantasies he has tried his best to create and all the self-control he has tried his best to maintain will collapse completely.

However, in my heart, from that moment on, she was already on the run. She exposed her identity without hesitation, so he knew that he had underestimated the importance of Murong Lian to her, and he knew better what kind of blow he would bring to her if he died.

So knowing that he would take great risks, he began to arrange the destruction of the moon and secretly planned many rescue matters. Even though he is very clear, why does the task of guarding Mr. Murong's homesickness fall on him? Why did the imperial edict order him to be beheaded? If there are any mistakes in detention or execution, he will be the first person to escape punishment. At this moment, however, the feeling be nasty under, he didn't consider too much, all kinds of consideration.

I didn't tell her, because everything was completed in such a short time, and the chances of winning were too small. In case of failure, he doesn't want her to bear the blow from expectation to disappointment. The less she knows, the safer she is. Time is too tight, there are too many things to plan and too many eyeliner around. He is really too busy to explain to her.

But I never thought it would drive her to the wall and make her burn herself.

He always knew that she was a woman with a weak appearance and a tough heart, but he underestimated her refusal. In order to save Murong Lian, she can set the whole Moge on fire regardless of her own life and death.

He still has a lingering fear when he thinks of her choking in the flame.

He listened to her and said, Your Highness, I don't want to hear your last move. I just want you to promise me that death will be fine after you cheat him. Enough!

The palm holding the token tightens uncontrollably, accumulating strength bit by bit, and there is too much fatigue and pain to vent.

Qing-er, it turns out that you never believed me.

He slowly released his hand and stood up. The token fell to the ground and broke in two.

Your highness hasn't promised me yet

She spoke stubbornly and still insisted on his guarantee.

He had a meal, and there was a trace of desolation in his voice-

If you want me to promise that from now on, I will never do anything like tonight again.

(middle)

"Your highness, it's getting late. Please go to bed early. "

He looked out of the window lightly, and the direction of Taijitang was still brightly lit and crowded. He knows that this busyness will last until tomorrow morning, before he wakes up, and then there, his Dunghieri will be held.

Last time, such a grand occasion was unprecedented in Taijitang Square. Although it was only a few years ago, it seems like a lifetime has passed.

At that time, he knelt down with all the people and looked at the dragon robe man on the gold inlaid jade dragon chair.

Bright and noble yellow, in front of his eyes, gradually turned into a harsh red meaning, the fire all over the sky, the blood everywhere, and the beaming wedding dress, with jade perseverance and surprise beauty, disappeared in front of his eyes.

Never see you again.

"Long live my emperor! Hooray! Long live! "

He kowtowed with others and his lips slowly drew a cold arc.

Tens of millions of people died for this dragon chair.

If it were the other way around, what would it be like?

At that moment, he set a path for the rest of his life.

Then I finally realized that he never had a second choice.

In the northwest of Taijitang, there are three thousand concubines living in the East-West Six Palaces and the Bauhinia Palace. At this moment, the same candle is brightly lit, and from time to time there is a weak and depressed throat, which permeates this ancient and gloomy palace wall.

Tonight is their last night in the Purple Penalty Palace.

Tomorrow morning, after the Tang Jiyi ceremony, these women will immediately leave for Fusaiji to make toffee and take hair for practice.

Unexpectedly, I thought of a famous imperial concubine in white mourning. Her eyes are full of madness, and she talks to him as if she can't believe it-

"How could you do this to me? Do you know what it's like for me to be pressed by the father of the person I love, an old man who can be my father, but still try to please and strive for it? Do you know how many nights I close my eyes and see the filial piety queen screaming for help in the fire? I always tell myself to be patient, because I believe you won't let me down. One day, I can no longer be patient! On this day, I finally arrived, but what happened-Fusaiji? Ha ha.-How could you do this to me? Have you forgotten everything I have done for you? "

He smiled and his eyes were cold: "If I forget, do you think I will keep you until now?"

She froze and stopped talking.

He looked away from her. It seems that only in this way can he restrain himself from the bottom of his heart and all the gloomy dangers.

It's not that he doesn't know what she has done for him.

Before she entered the palace that day, he said a clear and calm sentence in front of her. She knew what road was waiting for her, but she chose. He knew it was for him.

So after she entered the palace, within his ability, he has been trying his best to protect her and let her pamper the Sixth Hospital step by step.

Therefore, willing to give her some harmless willfulness occasionally, she is just a poor woman. This is what he owes her. There is nothing in this world worth insisting on and caring about, so it doesn't matter.

Until he met her again.

If it weren't for her calmness, he hurt her life almost at the moment when they met for the first time, which he still remembers.

Later, bit by bit, she walked into his heart.

Later, at the bottom of Aoki Cliff, he held her tightly and thanked God for the first time in his life.

Later, he opened his eyes, regardless of his injuries, struggling to find from the anxious faces beside him. However, he can't find it, and he can't find it anymore.

In fact, for Qing Fei, he never thought about it. When it was all over, he gave her a new identity and set her free. It's just-

His eyes suddenly became cold. She shouldn't involve her.

It's so urgent to ask Murong Lian about the imperial edict. No sooner had they left the palace than the imperial edict followed them to the palace. Even, Qin ordered him to supervise beheading.

She doesn't necessarily want to get rid of Mr. Murong's love affair, but the estrangement between husband and wife is undoubtedly what she likes.

Then in Qi Yue, Youzhou changed, forcing Zhao Mo to start work in a hurry, and he didn't have time to report it. He knew it had something to do with her.

Needless to say, she lobbied the emperor to kill her many times, one by one. If he really forgot the past, how could he let her go today? How could he?

Even at this moment, the hatred and pain in my heart, as well as endless holes, still can't find a place to go.

So, he just let her stumble away without saying a word.

Ear, still have her shrill laughter-

Haha, I see. So you really love her. Unfortunately, do you really know how to love someone? You think it's enough to do everything for her behind her back, but you can't keep her, haha ...

Regret it?

Many times, he once asked himself this question.

When Princess Yiyang casually talked about all kinds of princes in front of the emperor, and the shadow on the emperor became thicker and thicker, Du Ruyin also discovered the toxicity of "Drunken Orchid Thousand Days". After being attacked and poisoned again and again, after the spies of Sanwangfu tried their best to find out, he told himself that there was nothing wrong with doing so. All he wanted was that she could be safe and sound.

He didn't bother to arrange for someone to protect Du Ruyin, and even deliberately used her as bait to make her have an accident again and again.

If it were her, it wouldn't be like this, he knows, but similarly, he wouldn't dare to bet that thousand.

Du Ruyin's similar face is the best tool to win over and control him in the hearts of the world. In fact, for him, it is not an excellent weapon to win the trust of the world.

So he doesn't even have to do anything, just accept it, and they are ecstatic. They have never doubted, and his love is even more convinced in the eyes of the world.

However, even so, he didn't want other women to take away his wife's title, so he named her princess, and then stopped everything at the beginning with complicated manners and marches.

The world is so big that all he wants is her.

However, when her eyes became more and more distant and indifferent, when she was holding her thin and lifeless body in pain, he actually questioned his decision for the first time in his life and questioned whether he had done anything wrong.

He once asked her. Is there anything he wants to ask me?

She just smiled. What does your highness want the male and female servants to ask?

After that, he said nothing and turned to leave.

They were all too proud at that time.

But after careful consideration, I realized that if she really asked that day, what kind of rhetoric could she have?

Tell her that he loves her, and he only accepts Du Ruyin because she has Princess Yiyang behind her. He doted on her just as a cover for the world to see, and put it in the light, just to block many shots and stab her in the back?

Even if she believes his story, it is impossible to agree with and accept his practice, but he has already lost his way out.

Blood spill, on the way to seize his official position, has experienced too much. Since he was almost killed by an assassin's sword at the age of five, he has no choice but to get stronger and stronger. Otherwise, he will only die, and he knows it too well.

In fact, she is beside him, and he no longer has the heart to seize and overthrow, but he can't stop, or he has no other choice.

So is it safer to be farther away and know less?

So that's it, as long as you can protect her, as long as she is well, nothing can't be abandoned and nothing can't be tolerated.

Because one day, there will be a day when there is no need to endure it, and then he will live a long life, explain, make up, get her understanding, and never let her feel sad again.

Unexpectedly, this day finally came, and she was no longer with him.

"Your highness-"

In the silent night, the shrill voice trembled with fear. Against the bright lights of Taijitang, it sounded inappropriate and abrupt-

"Empress Qing Fei died, and in Qingyang Palace, she swallowed gold and committed suicide-"

(below)

She sat on the swing frame, smiling like a jade bell in the wind, leaving a bright and colorful light.

Unexpectedly, he remembered Qu Lianyi, a college student who taught her poetry and calligraphy articles in sequence. I happened to see her swing, and I was amazed. She wrote this poem with a pen overnight-

The easel is double cut, and the jade is light.

Pull green poplars with colored ropes.

A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements.

Jade capacity flies outside the cloud nine.

A gust of wind blew up her cloak, and with her movements, Yu Rong flew to the ninth heaven.

Many times, even he thinks so.

Is it because the mother who has been more than nine days can't bear to leave him alone in this world, so sending this incredibly beautiful and precious person has become the only bright color and warmth in his long years of silence and forbearance?

I still remember the first time I saw her, she was helpless and delicate under the claws of the white tiger.

I still remember his face crying and laughing when he was awake.

After a few years of reunion, he was a proton, and she was still a princess on high, holding a painful pearl in her hand, begging the moon not to give it to the stars.

Brother Obsidian, don't leave again. Will you be with Qing Er?

So he became her personal bodyguard.

Brother Obsidian, don't worry, as long as I am here, no one will dare to treat you badly again, never.

Therefore, in the Bauhinia Palace and the General's Office, everyone is respectful to him, and he does not want to be despised in his heart. In any case, he dare not show it again.

Brother Obsidian, I will ask my father all the time, and he will promise our marriage, because I will only marry you in my life.

Therefore, when the imperial decree of marriage was presented to the world, he looked at her and told himself from the heart with a beautiful smile that he would treat her well for a lifetime.

At that time, he still didn't understand that life was so long, and there was nowhere to escape from variables and mistakes.

Brother Obsidian, higher, higher. ...

He has a faint smile on his mouth and his hands are intensified.

When she was about to swing to the top of the swing, she looked back at him, her eyes were clear with snow, but she didn't have her old smile. Suddenly, she loosened her grip on the colored rope, and her skirt drew a fluttering shadow in the air.

His heart suddenly tightened and he had no time to think about anything, so he strode to her back.

She was in his arms, her lips were rosy and her face changed greatly, but at that moment, she hit his heart, the most fragile and soft position.

The tension in his eyes gradually turned into fear, the air was thin, and his chest was full of suffocating pain.

Hold her tightly, as if she would disappear as soon as she let go, and his world would be subverted.

His fingers have been shaking and almost convulsing, but he can't erase them, the harsh red.

It's not blood, it's life.

Is she still his?

He watched helplessly. He knew what she was going to say, and he knew that he was having a nightmare. He even knew that this was the only companion around him in the long years to come.

But there's nothing I can do.

He can't stop it, and even can't bear to refuse it, because only at this moment, she seems to be still with him. He craved the illusion and paralysis of that moment, and even the pain had invaded all his limbs.

He straightened up from the bed, put one hand on his forehead and broke out in a fine cold sweat.

And that gentle word seems to have never been far away from the general, and it has been entangled in his life since then-

I ... will never ... forgive you ... until I die. ...

Never ... forgive you ...

His lips, suddenly involved a self-deprecating and desolate radian, and Qin An's voice, quietly sounded in the empty temple.

"Your Highness, it's time to get up."

Qin An lowered his eyes humbly, covering the traces of love in his eyes. He doesn't know what dream he had, but he has seen him wake up from it many times, so long and silent, empty and lonely.

This child he watched grow up, he thought that he had finally walked out of the years when there were always nightmares, but he didn't expect that the short calm was only for the continuation of deeper pain.

He followed him, through the Tai Chi Gate, where the single-stroke music band and the middle and little music band were displayed, and through long flags, umbrellas and so on. , came to Dinggan Palace, knelt three times in front of the coffin of the last emperor and knocked nine times to inform the news that the new emperor was about to ascend to the pole.

It was a routine etiquette, but he knelt for a long time and didn't get up.

Seeing the auspicious time approaching, eunuch Li Si seemed anxious, but he was afraid to speak and urged, so he had to wink for help.

He looked at his back in white mourning and didn't know what was on his mind at the moment.

Is it regret?

Is it guilt?

Or, just that old gloomy sentence-

In the next life, don't go into the vassal's house.

His heart ached and he was about to say something, only to see the figure in plain clothes slowly stand up in front of him, turn around, look calm, and even bring some indifference. There is a faint light and shadow in his eyes that finally quietens down between flickering, and he can't distinguish between sadness and joy.

In Li Xuan's voice, eunuch Li Si obviously breathed a sigh of relief. He followed him back along the original road and watched him take off his white robe and put on a bright yellow embroidered dragon dress under the service of several maids and eunuchs.

Strolling into the main hall, the bead curtain is scattered, bright yellow is high above, luxurious and indifferent.

The ceremony of Deng Jiyi shrouded in the atmosphere of Qin Shihuang's funeral was solemn. Although Zhonghe Shaole and Single Dell were shown, they didn't play.

In the twilight of dawn, in the silent and cold air, the officials of civil and military affairs knelt on the ground in unison, kowtowing three times and nine times, and the voice of "Long live the emperor" resounded through the sky.

His lips have been glowing with a faint smile, a little tired and a little lonely. His eyes have crossed the long ceremonial ceremony and people kneeling on the ground to see the world as much as possible. An unknown corner is cold.

"Imperial edict-"

He said slowly.

This is his first will after he ascended the throne. As the son of heaven, just above this ceremony, it is out of place but there is no doubt.

The ministers who bowed down in Taijitang Square raised their heads in unison, and his voice sounded weak-

"Murong's daughter, clear and white, virtuous and virtuous, sensible and honest, should be the mother instrument of various countries. Now she is the queen of this book. "