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Chapter 342 Rong Yin - Walking to the End of Snow White Alone (Extra)

The death of Shen Meng put an end to all the turmoil.

The ministers in the court felt at ease, and the people who originally disturbed the hearts of the people had no excuse.

But the current emperor has become crazy and restless.

He resorted to iron and blood, and executed those who were indirectly driving Shen Meng to death with excuses.

All of a sudden, people were terrified, and the name Shen Meng seemed to be a forbidden word, which could not be mentioned or pronounced.

During Rong Yin's reign, he almost said the same thing. Although he said that the whole country was governed very well, but because the methods were too cruel, many things were done according to his own wishes, such as accepting the women in the brothel as concubines. The woman committed many killings and changed the teachings of her ancestors.

The brothel girl is buried in the imperial mausoleum, and the funeral is no different from that of the queen.

It was as if he wanted to give her all the most extravagant and powerful things at this time.

In the eyes of many people, Rong Yin is a cruel tyrant.

Even the people who carved the history books didn't know whether Rong Yin was a wise king or a fatuous tyrant.

……

It was mid-winter again, and there was heavy snow falling in the sky.

"Your Majesty, it's late at night, it's time to rest..." The eunuch looked at the Emperor Rongyin beside him with cautious eyes.

"I... want to go for a walk..." Rong Yin said, his voice was vicissitudes, his eyes were cloudy, he had aged a lot.

Many years have passed since that day.

Today's Rong Yin is no longer young, between his eyebrows and eyes, he can vaguely see the handsomeness of the past.

Rong Yin was wearing a crescent-white robe. She was old and her back was a little bent. Now she walked very slowly, almost moving step by step.

Palace lanterns were lit on the side of the road outside, and one could vaguely see that the entire imperial palace was covered in snow and was completely white.

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Rong Yin held the lantern in one hand and warmed a pot of wine in his arms, and stepped on the white snow carefully.

The eunuch on the side looked at Rong Yin worriedly, and he stepped forward to help Rong Yin.

"Your Majesty, where are you going? This servant will help you..." The eunuch stepped forward, reaching out to grab Rong Yin's hand.

But Rongyin waved his hand lightly, shaking his head to make the eunuch retreat.

"I... want to be alone." Rong Yin said.

After saying that, Rong Yin walked slowly on the snowy ground with the palace lantern in one hand, his eyes were cloudy, and he couldn't see clearly.

Along the way, I have passed many places.

The small courtyard where he used to live with Shen Meng has been abandoned and no one has lived in it for a long time, but the furnishings are still as they were.

The bloodstains in the Royal Garden have long since disappeared. Now that winter, the flowers are almost withered, only the winter plum blossoms are just in time, dotted in the vast expanse of whiteness.

There were only Rongyin's footprints left on the snow. He lowered his head and stared carefully at his feet.

There were two pairs of footprints left on the snow, neatly.

It seems that we want to go to the end of Baixue together like this, and grow old together.

But... now he is the only one left.

No one will accompany him to the end of his life.

Rong Yin coughed violently several times, his lungs seemed to be burning, and a little blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, dripping on the white snow, like a plum blossom in full bloom.

Staring at the blood stains under his feet, Rong Yin smiled.

He was still walking, and finally reached his destination this time.

above the castle.

The soldiers who were stationed were sent back to the two sides by him, leaving a lot of space in the middle of the city tower. There was a qin in the middle, which seemed to have gone through many years. The wood was also rotten.

Rong Yin sat down slowly, and put his hands gently on the piano, as if caressing a cherished person.

It turns out...it's been so many years.

"I'm so old, can Meng Meng still recognize me?" Rong Yin said, his voice was vicissitudes.

Mengmeng said, the first toast to him and everything goes well.

So he acted recklessly, doing what he wanted, ignoring the opinions of the courtiers, and killing all those who indirectly killed her. She loves glory, so she gave her the most glory in the world.

But she is dead and can't be seen.

Thinking of this, Rong Yin's hands trembled slightly. He drank a glass of wine and put his hands on the qin. He was so old that he even struggled to play the qin, even though... the qin was rotten, and there was no qin for him to play.

Mengmeng said, the second cup is a toast to his children and grandchildren.

So he adopted many children, adopting them under his own name, with a full house of descendants.

Thinking of this, Rong Yin poured himself a glass of wine again and drank it up.

Mengmeng said, the third cup toast him for a long life without bounds, embrace thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and enjoy boundless loneliness.

So he will be the emperor well, guarding the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, taking good care of his body, living longer, living longer, and tasting the bone-destroying loneliness.

Then...is it done?

Rong Yin picked up the flagon carefully again, and was poured a glass by himself, this time he tasted it very carefully.

Take a sip, sip it.

The snow fell heavily and urgently, after drinking a cup, Rong Yin's body was already covered with a layer of white snow.

"So... then it's done..." With Rong Yin's old voice, he raised his eyes and shouted at nothingness.

No one responded.

Rong Yin put down the cup in his hand with some disappointment, he leaned gently on the piano, and slowly closed his eyes, as if at this moment...

The strings were plucked.

Someone was sitting next to him playing the piano.

His body was very cold, he opened his eyes, and those cloudy pupils vaguely saw the figure in the red dress.

"I'm not poisoned. I think my soup making skills are pretty good. If you don't drink it this time, you might not have a chance to drink it in the future." She looked at him with a smile, holding a porcelain bowl in which she had just boiled soup. The ginger soup that came out was still steaming.

"It's delicious." Seeing the person in front of him startled, Rong Yin quickly picked up the ginger soup and drank it in big gulps.

In an instant, the cold all over his body was dispelled, and his internal organs became warm.

"So cute..." She stretched out her hand to poke his cheek, smiling delicately, and her cold eyes were also filled with laughter.

Rong Yin just smiled.

very nice.

if……

How good it would be if he believed her from the very beginning.

……

The next day, people from the palace found the emperor's body on the tower.

He was wearing a crescent-white robe, which was dotted with dots of blood, and on the shoulder of the robe was a brown, pale, almost invisible blood stain, which seemed to be left on the clothes by someone many years ago.

Rong Yin's body was covered with snow, and after pushing away the layers of snow, he saw his frozen body, covered with a layer of frost, and his face was also blue and white.

He lay down on the rotten long piano, opened his eyes, he didn't know what he saw before he died, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Extremely gentle.

He stretched out his hand towards the nothingness in front of him.

As if trying to catch something.

But in the end there was nothing in the palm.

……

It would be great if...he believed her from the beginning.

　Two chapters in one.

　　It's been a long time since I wrote it, I deleted and deleted it, I hope you are satisfied, dissatisfied... Ahem, anyway, this is how it is.

　　Good night, see you next time~
　　
　
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