Princess Ningguo hesitated and asked, "Would I go to tomorrow's wedding?"

Mei Yin did not think, "Everything should be done in terms of emotion and reason."

"How many gifts are there?"

"It's up to you, don't be too cold." It doesn't matter much. For tomorrow, no matter what success or failure, the gift should be gone but not returned and cannot be collected.

It was done, Xu Miaojin and Huang Tun did not have the opportunity to participate in the Mei family's happy event.

No, Xu Miaojin and Huangwu did not have the chance to participate.

During the wedding, they probably won’t come for funerals.

Princess Ningguo nodded, "Then I know it in my heart. It's amazing to meet Empress Xu tomorrow. Since Empress Xu used the shower gel and moisturizer offered to the dusk, she has lived a younger life. Husband, what happened to this dusk? Why did she suddenly have so much talent after being drowned?"

Mei Yin smiled bitterly, "If I knew, I wouldn't be so worried tonight."

Many things were defeated by him.

Princess Ningguo stood up, "I'll go wash up, husband, you should have a rest sooner."

Mei Yin nodded.

After Princess Ningguo left, Mei Yin hesitated for a long time, went to the side to lay the rice paper, grind the ink herself, and picked up the pen on the rice paper. She had not fallen ink for a long time, and then put down the pen heavily.

Just sat and looked at the white rice paper.

The updater shouted more outside.

Mei Yin suddenly woke up, picked up a pen from the inkstone, put it in the inkstone and pressed it back and forth several times, which made the solidified ink melt, and splashed ink on the rice paper and wrote: "Shunchang, Jingfuwuer: I remember my ancestors, and I am famous. Looking back on today, I am already a laughing stock. I have been studying for my father for the rest of my life, and I have misled the righteousness. I always think about it and I can't sleep at night and burst into tears. Now, the country of Yonglezhang has been settled and will grow year by year. I want to go against the current to replenish my heart's sorrow..."

I wrote a pen and splashed ink, and wrote hundreds of words in one book.

Mei Yin puts his pen down.

He picked up the valuable jade paperweight and pressed the letter on the desk, got up, opened the window, looked at the prosperous stars in the sky, and took a deep breath of cold air.

His face suddenly became cold.

The stars are beautiful.

The country is beautiful.

I want to live.

If you live, take a few more glances at this world. I heard from the servants of the Xu family that it was the maid Feichun who accidentally let it go. It was her who heard Xu Miaojin say that the dusk described her a bright world. The night was as scheduled and the person used his wisdom to turn the prosperous city into a city that never sleeps.

I don't know what a situation it was.

It should be beautiful, right?

...

...

In a shop in Yingtian City, an old woman was sitting under the light in the study room and looked out through the window to the dark outside. She knew that in the darkness outside, there must be spies from the Beizhen Fushi Department being monitored.

It may even be more than that.

Perhaps there were people from the Nanzhen Fushi, or people from the internal officials and the Grand Supervisor Zheng He.

Her every move was monitored.

But she didn't care.

Some things are never visible to those dogs.

A few days ago, the old woman had already dispersed all the servants in her family. Now, in this huge yard, she was the only one. The candle fire was dim and cold. In the coldness, the old woman's face was swaying under the candle shadow, which seemed a little horrible.

It feels a bit like a ghostly old woman in a deserted house.

The old woman stood up.

He picked up the lamp and walked all the way through the main hall, and came to the house behind. After the eternal light, he enshrines the ancestors of the Liu family. The most divine plaque in the middle is not the ancestors of the Liu family, but the Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty.

The old woman burns incense and bows.

He thought silently about Taizu's divine card. For some reason, the old woman remembered the Shangyuan Fire Case, the princess named Xiao Baoqing, and the elegant and approachable Empress Xu, and the dozens of innocent lives that died in the Shangyuan Fire Case.

Thoughts fluttered again, and the old woman recalled the case of galloping horses in the long street.

All innocent people died tragically.

I felt more and more guilty.

After a long time, he laughed at himself and asked and answered, "So what? At this point, innocent people will always pay the price. The emperor's throne and dynasty are piled up with bones."

History will only remember those generals, ministers, emperors, but cannot remember those who died in obscurity. History will only write a line of numbers in the book. Countless living lives have become part of the numbers. The meaning of their existence has been blown away by the rain and wind.

Some people even don’t even have those numbers. For example, the Tang Dynasty’s Protectorate in the Western Regions did not even know that the Tang Dynasty changed its emperor. Has the history of such a group of people recorded their names?

Have you ever recorded their fourteen years of suffering?

No!

The old woman became more and more sad.

Return to the study silently.

What she wants to do has been done.

It was done under the eyes of the dogs in the dark outside the door. I am afraid they will never understand how they did those things, but it doesn't matter anymore.

After tomorrow, if Mei Yin succeeds, these things will become his own wealth.

If it fails...

No one knows.

But I will die.

Are you dead...

What a normal thing, what are I, an old woman, afraid of death?

Now there is nothing to do, and the old woman can't sleep.

She only has one thing left.

wait.

She would sit here all the time, waiting for the sky to be light, waiting for Yingtian City to wake up, waiting for the sound of firecrackers on the streets, waiting for the blade to rise up on the streets, and waiting for the blood to flow through the blue bricks.

Waiting for the Jinyiwei to break into the door and take her to the imperial prison.

Or wait for Mei Yin's people to invite her to the Forbidden City.

If it were the former, the old woman would have no complaints.

People, if they do things, they can't blame others.

If it were the latter, the old woman would not feel happy. After all, it was the prosperity of others. The old woman who walked into the coffin with half her feet did all this for herself.

She has no children.

Even if you become a hero, no matter how rich and prosperous you are, it is just a passing cloud. It is not as good as the ancient scroll of the Qinglan. You can walk freely and happily on the path of the sages. Maybe you can be better than hundreds of millions of soldiers on the battlefield on the long scroll of history and leave such a name.

The old woman remembered a poem for no reason: Kill one person in ten steps, and do not leave a thousand miles away. After the matter, she would leave and hide her in her clothes and her reputation.

The old woman felt that hiding merit and fame was more free and easy.

Unfortunately, this is a poem by a poet.

The old woman doesn't feel qualified to change the masterpieces of poetry and immortals.

Waiting is a tormenting thing.

But the old woman didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

Just feel relaxed.

yes……

Everything is about to end. She has been withstood for too long, and she is freed regardless of success or failure.

The old woman murmured, "I'm so tired."

I feel a little regretful.

I had known that... I wouldn't have written that poem back then, and there would be no older woman who would sit in the study and wait for tomorrow today.

The old woman, Liu Moye, was the female scholar who was granted to the Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty.

He is old.

The name of the book is taboo in history books.

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Chapter completed!