She blocked an arrow for him and broke one of her arms. He turned around and hugged Bai Yueguang, destroying her back. She turned around and walked into the sea of fire. When she came out again, she would make him collapse.
In the year when he wore the phoenix robe with five patterns, Shen Zhiwu dispersed the Shen family's 300,000 border troops and restrained all his sharp edges to stabilize the country, determine the situation of the court, and prevent life and death for him. The poisonous arrow pierced the bone and broke an arm, but she never frowned.
But Xiao Yanzhen believed all the hypocrisy and slander.
On the winter night of the twelfth year of Yong'an, the Weiyang Palace was engulfed in fire. He held the so-called savior in his arms and pursed his lips halfway through reading the imperial edict of the abolition of the empress - after all, he did not dare to finish reading the line under the edict of the abolition of the empress, "Three hundred and twenty-seven people in the family of Shen will be punished for their crimes."
Shen Zhiwu didn't cry, kneel, or argue. She took off the sycamore wristband that had been worn for ten years on the stump of her broken arm, turned around and walked into the sea of fire.
She's not dead.
Eight hundred miles away, in the Qingwu Valley, mountains full of Wu Wu leaves are used as medicine, and broken arms and bodies are reborn. She is no longer someone's queen, she only serves as a doctor who helps the world and brings peace to the people, and as a lord who holds the old border headquarters.
When the unjust cases are revealed layer by layer, the hypocrisy is completely torn to pieces, and the country of Da Yao falls apart due to ignorance.
Xiao Yanzhen became bald overnight, gave up his dragon robe, vacant the post, and gave up his imperial power thousands of miles away, and knelt down at the gate of Qingwu Mountain in the wind and snow thousands of miles away.
He atoned for half his life and worked hard for the rest of his life. He tied a red string to the sycamore tree every year on his birthday, and there was no response in the heavy snowfall every year.
But the burned phoenix tree will no longer have new branches, and the dead love will never return. Grudges can be settled, old branches have been burned, mountains and rivers can be at peace - between you and me, there is never a time to return.
