In the twenty-third year of Yansheng's reign, Songyi once again returned to this palace hidden in a corner of the Forbidden Garden.
What you can see are ruins, and the candlesticks that once burned all night are covered with thick cobwebs. The two acacia trees at the back of the palace grew taller and taller, overlapping each other and becoming extremely lush.
Many years ago, the young master was leaning on the rugged tree trunk, wearing a moon-colored long dress, neither sad nor happy.
At that time, the emperor was still a young man in his early twenties. He stood under the locust tree and smiled slightly when he spoke: "Quit it, quit it. The meaning of this word is really not good, why don't I change it for you."
Taught by a mentor, given time to mature. Changing your name is a humiliating thing. It was a betrayal of both the master's sect and the past, and was despised by the world.
There was no obvious change in the young master's expression. He just said calmly: "Since you have made up your mind, why do you need to discuss it with me?"
The emperor's smile was bright and his eyes were bright: "I almost forgot that Ci Zhi never has the right to refuse."
As he spoke, he stroked the young master's neck and asked, "What is Ci Zhi thinking about now?"
The young master raised his eyes and stared at the person in front of him calmly: "I am looking forward to your Majesty's death."
"Then Cizhi will come to hell to accompany me. I'm really looking forward to that day."
The emperor's eyes showed enthusiasm.
"Only you, only me, and the burning fire of judgment in hell."
Intent: an elegy for the feudal era.