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Young Master Gao Changyan After leading the army to victory and returning triumphantly, Prince Wei was very happy. Not long after, he ascended to the throne and hosted a banquet for all the princes in the imperial garden. They drank and reveled to their hearts' content.
Gao Changyan had a smile on his face, but Sang Youjin could clearly see that his smile was filled with bitterness and sadness.
When others toasted to him, he drank it all in one gulp; when others congratulated him, he responded, "I'm happy for you too!" When others laughed, he laughed along.
However, this is not the real young master.
As the banquet continued, when someone else came forward to offer a toast and mentioned "the daughter of Sang prefect," Gao Changyan suddenly pushed the person away and hurried into a flower and grass path in the imperial garden.
Sang Youjin was worried, so she followed him. She saw Gao Changyan walking to a secluded place, hugging a tree trunk tightly, bending over and starting to vomit.
Because he didn't eat, he only vomited alcohol.
Sang Youjin How I wish she was alone at this moment!
If it were true, she could have walked up to him, gently handed him a handkerchief, or softly embraced him from behind, telling him not to be sad because A'yu is still alive.
Unfortunately, she is already dead.
Gao Changyan spat and then reached into his pocket to take out a piece of pure white silk handkerchief, wiped his lips, and casually threw it into the grass, then raised his head and silently gazed at the moon.
She glanced at the discarded handkerchief, the corner of which seemed to be embroidered with an ancient zither, the embroidery was particularly delicate, and the fifty strings seemed to be clearly visible.
Why does she feel familiar?
"Queen Mother? Queen Mother?"
The palace maids around saw Sang Youjin holding a wine jug without moving, thinking she was drunk, so they called out to her a couple of times, pulling her out of her memories. Sang Youjin looked at the palace maid faintly, smiled knowingly, and shook her head, saying, "I'm not drunk, I'm very much awake."
Emperor Gaozong seemed to really like the dancer Liu Qingqing. Not only did he give her wine, but he also ordered the Kagura Bureau to take good care of her - and a few days later, she became an empress.
After Liu Qingqing left, Gao Changyan began to lose interest. After sitting for a while, he couldn't bear to continue watching, so he got up and walked down the steps. Just as he was about to order the end of the palace banquet, Sang Youjin's gaze swept over the redwood carved long table in front of the throne. The wine pot on the table, apart from being given to Liu Qingqing, had not been touched at all.
So she stood up with her wine glass and smiled slightly, saying, "The king, I haven't toasted to you yet."
Gao Changyan stood in the hall and turned to look at her. His features were faintly reminiscent of the past, elegant and graceful, as if he had returned to the mourners' hall five years ago, standing alone and timeless. This was the first time Gao Changyan had looked at her directly at the official banquet.
Her eyes were filled with a hazy mist, enchanting and stunning. With just a pair of eyes, she had already surpassed the magnificent scenery of thousands of miles. "Alright, Your Majesty's kindness, how could I refuse?"
Gao Changyan took the wine filled by the eunuch next to him, glanced at Sang Youjin, and then raised his head to drink it all in one gulp.
When the once gentle and earnest " A'yu " turned into the distant and perfunctory "queen", and when her son referred to himself as "we", she felt her hand holding the wine goblet trembling uncontrollably. She couldn't explain where the pain was coming from, she just felt that in that moment, all her fantasies and hopes were shattered and vanished into thin air.
"Peng"
Sang Youjin The wine bottle in her hand fell to the ground, spilling wine everywhere and splashing onto her beautifully embroidered dress.
Then she saw the tall and elegant figure standing there suddenly spurt out a mouthful of blood mist, and fell to the ground with a heavy thud, which was alarming. All the guests in the hall were shocked, and there were constant exclamations of "send for the imperial physician" and "protect the emperor," but no one dared to step forward to help the young emperor.
At this moment, the steward of the Kagura Bureau rushed into Zhao Yang Hall with a look of horror on his face. Before anyone could see him, they heard his voice: "Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened to Liu Qingqing, she was walking and suddenly..." The steward stared in horror at Gao Changyan, who was also lying on the ground, coughing up blood, unable to react.
Sang Youjin's face was full of sorrow but also with a hint of resentment.
She walked down the steps with utmost elegance, stopped in front of Gao Changyan, then squatted down, gently lifted his head, and softly asked, "The king, the one most like you is right in front of you. Why do you insist on settling for second best?"
Gao Changyan Struggling to pick up her gaze, he smiled gently, whispered a few words, and then stopped breathing.
Sang Youjin Staring at the smile on his lips and listening to his words, everything turned dark before her eyes.
Three years ago, when Sang Youjin followed Young Master Gao Changyan out of the palace, they encountered a monk in the street. Without asking the young master, the monk's eyes seemed to be directed at her. Although his mouth did not move, she heard an old and kind voice: "Young lady, your lingering soul is following a man with the aura of an emperor. If you don't leave him within a few months, your soul will be depleted."
Sang Youjin was shocked, looking at the monk with hesitation. No wonder she had been feeling weaker and weaker recently. She had never been afraid of the sun before, but in recent days, she had felt a burning pain all over her body.
But... asking her to leave the young master is more painful than the pain brought by the sunlight. Even if she can stay in the human world, if she can't see the young master, it's better to disappear. After thinking for a while, she pursed her lips and asked tentatively, "Master, can you see me?"
The Zen master smiled and the voice sounded again, "Since the young lady exists in this world, there is no reason not to be seen. It seems that the young lady is still unwilling to leave?"
Sang Youjin also smiled, shook her head slowly, and said firmly, "I don't want to leave the young master, even if I perish forever in the future."
The Zen master's eyes flashed with a strange light for a moment, then mysteriously nodded, casually brushing past her floating illusionary figure before walking away.
Sang Youjin did not understand the meaning, but after looking at herself up and down to make sure everything was fine, she continued to follow the footsteps of Young Master Gao Changyan.
At midnight on that day, she was still waiting outside the young master's bedroom in the mansion, facing the cold moonlight alone, lost in thought.
Before long, she felt an indescribable discomfort throughout her body. The intense pain surged, as if overwhelming waves were engulfing her senses, as if being burned by fire, as if being pricked by needles, as if being fried in oil, and as if someone was slowly manipulating her heart.
Finally, she couldn't help but curl up into a ball and collapse on the ground, closing her eyes as if about to cry but with no tears: Is she about to dissipate? How could it happen so quickly?
It hurts so much, really hurts.
Suddenly she shivered, because she clearly felt something warm rolling down her cheek. Then a familiar voice came to her ear, calling her with an unusual surprise and excitement: " A'yu? Is that you?"
Sang Youjin unbelievably opened her eyes and indeed saw the gentle and elegant features of the young master. The expression in his eyes shone brighter than moonlight, reflecting her appearance with Blue clothing and long hair.
In that instant, she rushed forward and tightly embraced the young master, sobbing, "It's A'yu, young master, it's A'yu..."
Young Master Gao Changyan brought her back to the palace, and from then on, the two of them were inseparable. Sang Youjin often wondered if the young master was so nervous about her because he was afraid she would run away with someone else.
Once during a meal, she asked this question, which caused Gao Changyan to burst into laughter.
"You, well—" he pointed at her head with his finger, "What are you thinking about! Lady The titled son's decree has been issued, where else can you run to? I am good to you because you are my A'yu, because I want to make up for those two blank years twice as much."
"Decree? Why haven't I seen it?"
"You'll see it on our wedding night."
So Sang Youjin laughed until his eyes became two narrow slits.
That period of time has become the most beautiful melody in her memory. They watched Famous Mountains and Rivers hand in hand, enjoyed Luoyang Peony together; they smiled at each other during the New Year, with brilliant fireworks in the night sky above their heads; they also once escaped from danger step by step, and stood at the top of Mount Tai, crossing the sea of clouds, overlooking the vast land.
A year and a half ago, the late emperor passed away, and the prince ascended the throne, and had a grand wedding.
On the wedding night, with candles lit in the bridal chamber, cicadas sing outside the window.
Her face blushed, and she embraced Gao Changyan, falling onto the bed.
His light-as-clouds kiss slid from her lips to her collarbone, and the nine pairs of red objects in the hall swayed slightly, swaying in her eyes like a bright and moist moon.
Suddenly, Gao Changyan moved away from her, with a look of anger mixed with the pain of betrayal, and said firmly, "You are not A'yu! Who are you?"
"I am A'yu, I really am A'yu!" Sang Youjin was so anxious that tears were about to fall. She couldn't understand why the young master insisted that she wasn't A'yu. "Young master, have you forgotten? I am your A'yu..."
Gao Changyan kept stepping back, even accidentally knocking over the imperial edict box on the table, but at this moment, he had no time to care about these things.
His originally dazzling and radiant face suddenly became extremely haggard, with a myriad of complex emotions revealed in his eyes.
As he shook his head, he murmured to himself, "No, you are not A'yu! The real A'yu has a birthmark on her shoulder that looks like a crescent moon! And, back then, she was shot in the shoulder while saving me, and I personally pulled out the arrow and applied herbs to it. I remember all of this very clearly!"
Sang Youjin stared blankly at Gao Changyan not far away, and she had already burst into tears.
What is the young master talking about? When has she ever been injured by an arrow to save him, and when has he ever applied medicine for her? There is clearly no trace of injury on her shoulders.
If you insist on saying that she was injured, she does remember her...
Sang Youjin suddenly trembled, her scattered gaze once again focused into a small point, and she asked cautiously, "Young Master... What is the name of your A'yu? What is the name of your A'yu?"
Gao Changyan was slightly taken aback, as if he was drunk, but quickly replied, " Sang Yaoyu, her name is Sang Yaoyu. She is the eldest daughter of Sang prefect. Look—" As he spoke, he suddenly bent down, picked up the imperial edict, unfolded it abruptly, and placed it directly in front of Sang Youjin.
In the bright yellow silk, Sang Youjin clearly saw the name of the lady who was conferred the title of a nobleman's wife: Sang Yaoyu.
The moment she saw the name, Sang Youjin closed her eyes, wanting to smile but unable to. In her mind, the scene of their first meeting many years ago suddenly appeared, as if everything was still vivid.
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