As expected, back at the palace, the conflict between the siblings escalated again.
With the sound of rain outside the window, Murong Chong smashed everything If Lu Jiayi hadn't protected Qinghe, Qinghe might have been injured. Murong Chong opened his red eyes and pointed at Qinghe and cursed: "If it weren't for you, how could a man of the Murong family be insulted like this! You are the culprit who caused the Murong family to be cut off!"
"Your Highness! Calm down!" Lu Jiayi stood in front of Qinghe, feeling a little angry, and her voice was unconsciously much louder than usual. "At this point, what's the point of scolding Her Highness? Don't forget, if it weren't for Her Highness pleading for us, we would have died under the Qin people's swords!"
"Plead for mercy?" Murong Chong laughed up to the sky and pointed at Qinghe with a trembling finger. "Why do I need you to plead for mercy from the enemy? Who said that day that he had the courage to die with his brothers? Why, after seeing your beloved lover, you don't want to die now? Ask yourself, are you worthy of your father and brother on the road to the underworld?"
"Your Highness!" Lu Jiayi wanted to say something, but Qinghe pulled her back. She turned around, and Qinghe shook his head at her, with a deep sadness in his eyes.
"Since you don't want to say anything..." Murong Chong sneered in disappointment, turned around and walked out of the bedroom, "Then I have nothing more to say. From today on, you and I are no longer blood relatives, and we are no longer friends!"
In the heavy rain, his figure quickly disappeared among the layers of palaces.
"Chong'er!" Qinghe chased out, but was tripped by an overturned table. Lu Jiayi rushed over and helped her up.
"My beloved!" A tall figure in casual clothes walked in with a cold and wet voice, and immediately hugged Qinghe who had fallen.
Qinghe covered his face and cried bitterly.
Fu Jian looked around the messy bedroom, his eyes, which were originally full of majesty, contained a trace of anger. He said in a deep voice: "What's going on? Did Chong'er commit a crime again?"
"No! No..." Qinghe cried and shook her head. She buried her head deeply in Fu Jian's arms, her whole body trembling. The sound of the heavy rain was like a sad song, floating back and forth in the Afang Palace along with Qinghe's desperate cry.
After a long time, Qinghe finally stopped crying. She slowly raised her head and stared at Fu Jian with her red eyes. The pain in her eyes pierced Fu Jian's heart.
"My beloved..."
"Your Majesty." Qinghe interrupted him. She stretched out her cold little hand and gently stroked Fu Jian's face. Her eyes were blurred by tears again. She said word by word, "Chong'er has severed ties with me. From now on, I only have you."
Fu Jian was stunned for a moment, then suddenly filled with joy. He held Qinghe's face in his hands, looked at her seriously, and then hugged her tightly in his arms.
Qinghe responded to him with all her strength, and the two hugged each other tightly in the cold rainy night.
Seeing this, Lu Jiayi quietly retreated.
Qinghe finally became a true favorite concubine. Since that night, Fu Jian and Qinghe eliminated all the differences and gradually became the most enviable loving couple.
When he was reading at his desk at night, there would always be someone to accompany him; when she was picking lotus in the rain, there would always be someone waiting for her with an umbrella; when he was dancing with a sword in the palace, she would admire his demeanor devoutly; when she occasionally caught a cold, he would wait for that touch of tenderness all night long.
In this life, the two seemed to have let go of all their hatred and calmly resumed their previous relationship that disappeared in the snow.
Although this relationship came late, it is so beautiful that it is hard to believe.
Only Murong Chong, who severed his relationship with Qinghe, never appeared in front of the two again. Lu Jiayi went to find him, but he was resolute and could not turn back from his decision. The relationship between the brother and sister for more than ten years finally reached a point where it was irreversible.
It was the season for tribute of Pu'er tea again. Three years had passed in a blink of an eye. Lu Jiayi cleaned the tea set carefully and brewed the first cup of new tea of ​​the year. Fu Jian was lying on the couch reading a book. He smelled a bitter smell floating in the bedroom and asked with a smile: "Why do you like this smell?" The setting sun shone in, filling the room with a rosy glow.
Qinghe took a sip and said with a smile: "Although tea is bitter, it can keep people awake."
"Awake?" Fu Jian frowned, keenly aware of something unusual. "Why do you want to be awake?"
Qinghe lowered his head, looked at his ten fingers, and said softly: "I am very favored by the king, and I am naturally happy in my heart, but I am also afraid that I will lose it all. Therefore, I must keep myself awake, so as not to be at a loss when that day comes."
Fu Jian put down the book in his hand, walked to Qinghe, picked her up, and held her in front of the window to watch the sunset. His steady voice came from above her head, like a ballad that could most comfort people.
"I know what you are afraid of. Don't worry, the things you worry about will never happen." He said, and laughed to himself, "Yes, recently Wang Meng and his friends have tried their best to choose a new concubine for me, and they also emphasized that she must be from Qin. However, I am the king of Qin, how could I be defeated by these few words of advice?"
He hugged the person in his arms tightly and lowered his voice: "I want to be with you, forever."
Qinghe moaned, turned around, buried her head in his arms, and whispered something.
Fu Jian raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why?"
Qinghe raised her head, looked into those deep eyes, and said solemnly, "Because I have decided to be with the king for the rest of my life, and Chong'er... after all, we are siblings, and I can't bear to see him trapped in the palace at such a young age." As she spoke, she frowned and said, "Although the Yan Kingdom is no longer there, I don't want to see the bloodline of the Murong family cut off. So, I ask the king to let him leave the palace, okay?"
Fu Jian looked away and gazed at the floating clouds outside the window. After a long while, he finally nodded: "Okay."
Qinghe was deeply moved and was about to express her gratitude, but Fu Jian pulled her up, looked into her clear eyes, and said softly, "As long as I can make you happy , I'm willing to do anything."
Qinghe lowered her head shyly, but a touching smile still appeared on her cheeks. She broke free from Fu Jian's hand and turned to pour tea at the tea table, but was caught by someone behind her.
Qinghe suddenly turned around and met a pair of eyes staring at him.
"Qinghe..."
Qinghe smiled and asked, "My king, what's wrong with you?"
Fu Jian looked at her beautiful smile and finally let go of her hand. He shook his head and said with a smile: "Nothing, go get some tea, I want one too."
Qinghe agreed softly: "Okay."
Lu Jiayi stood quietly by, watching all this, and couldn't help but smile from the bottom of her heart.
The zither and the harp are in the palace, and the years are peaceful.
This is probably the ultimate happiness that women in ancient times pursued.
On the day Murong rushed out of the palace, Qinghe went to see him off. Unfortunately, he only left a sneer and the same , and turned around and got on the car.
Lu Jiayi looked at Murong Chong, who had grown taller, and was filled with emotion. Qinghe stared at the carriage that was gradually moving away, with an indifferent expression on her face. No one knew what she was thinking.
The two were about to go back when suddenly, a middle-aged man with a black beard hurried to the city gate. He was wearing the clothes of a court official and walked briskly. It seemed that he must be Lord Wang Meng who came after hearing the news.
Wang Meng came to the city gate, stood on tiptoe and looked out desperately. After confirming that the person had gone far away, he turned around angrily, pointed at Qinghe and cursed: "You are a vixen who brings disaster to the country and the people. You always whisper in the king's ear! Do you think I can't guess your conspiracy?"
Lu Jiayi hurriedly stopped Qinghe and shouted, "Sir! This is the king's beloved concubine, please don't commit treason!"
"You are committing insubordination?" Wang Meng stared at Qinghe who was hiding behind Lu Jiayi fiercely and said coldly, "You are relying on the king's favor and are becoming more and more presumptuous. Now you dare to argue with me about your status? I tell you, I will definitely let the king kill you! You are the second Baosi or Daji. If you are allowed to live, my Great Qin will be destroyed one day!"
After saying this, he swung his sleeves vigorously and walked quickly towards Fu Jian's bedroom.
After Wang Meng left, Lu Jiayi hurriedly supported Qinghe and comforted her, "Princess, don't listen to what that guy says!"
Qinghe shook her head calmly and whispered, "I won't take these words to heart." After taking two steps, she suddenly sighed, "It would be great if I could prove the guilt of this vixen."
"What?" Lu Jiayi was a little surprised.
Qinghe smiled slightly: "Forget what you just said."
Qinghe's words were full of meaning, and Lu Jiayi couldn't help but think more. At night, she took out the three-legged golden toad and quietly asked Lu Yu what was the ending of Princess Qinghe in history. Lu Yu looked up the information but found nothing.
After leaving Afang Palace, Murong Chong began to act according to the trajectory of history.
He first raised an army in Hedong, and Fu Jian had to send people to attack him. Qinghe did not say a word about this, but Fu Jian's visits to Qinghe Palace gradually became less and less frequent.
In the summer of 384 , the former members of the Murong clan began to gather and supported Murong Chong as the crown prince. In July, Murong Chong led a large army and approached Chang'an.
Fu Jian led his people to retreat to Chang'an City, and Murong Chong's army approached.
The city was under siege, and the food and grass in the imperial city suddenly decreased. During this period, Fu Jian had no time to visit Qinghe. Qinghe knew that he must have thought that all this was her scheme, that it was she who persuaded Fu Jian to let Murong Chong go with her soft words, and that it was she who brought the crisis of Qin's demise to Chang'an.
Everyone in Chang'an sees Qinghe as a beauty who brings disaster.
However, by now, she has let it all go.
Until one day, a guard hurriedly brought food to Qinghe and was about to leave in a hurry. Qinghe stopped him, took a look at the food on the table, and asked, "Now the city is short of soldiers and food, why did you send me so much?"
"This is the king's order." The guard bowed his head and answered respectfully, "The king said that no matter what the situation is, you will never be wronged in the slightest. In the future, I will also send enough food to your bedroom."
"Oh." Qinghe nodded gently.
After the guards left, Qinghe stared at the empty corner of the bedroom in a daze. Lu Jiayi came over, tidied up the things on the table, and said intentionally or unintentionally: "The king is really good to the princess."
Qinghe smiled faintly and said nothing.
Murong Chong's army was stationed outside Chang'an for half a year. During this period, Fu Jian fought with him several times, with both sides winning and losing. The war dragged on until May of the following year, and the situation in Chang'an became increasingly serious. Fu Jian could no longer sit idly by and watch the problem of food and grass resources, so he personally put on armor and went into battle.
Hearing that Fu Jian had personally gone to the battlefield, Qinghe was a little worried, and unknowingly came to the palace gate, trying to look into the distance. Soon, a fire broke out in the city, and the people were in chaos.
The people in the palace were in a panic, and everyone was busy escaping. Qinghe sat in his bedroom, calm as if nothing had happened.
"It's not the first time this has happened, right?" Qinghe smiled at Lu Jiayi.
"Princess..." Lu Jiayi knew that she was upset, but she didn't know what to say. The ones fighting outside were her husband and her brother. No matter who won, it would be painful for her.
As he was talking, the palace gate was suddenly pushed open, and Fu Jian, dressed in military uniform, walked in. He was shot by an arrow, and there were several wounds on his body that were bleeding.
When Qinghe saw him, she immediately stood up nervously. She noticed the injuries on his body at the first moment, and her heart ached so much that she almost stepped forward.
Fu Jian walked in first, took her hand and said, "Let's go!"
He pulled Qinghe out of the palace, and Qinghe stumbled and ran after him, and Lu Jiayi hurried to catch up. However, after just a few steps, Qinghe shook his hand away.
Fu Jian looked at his empty hands, then glanced at Qinghe, whose face was already covered in tears, and smiled, as if talking to himself: "If you want to stay, you can. After all, you are her sister, and he won't hurt you."
Qinghe didn't dare to look at him, but turned his face away stubbornly.
Fu Jian took a step forward, but Qinghe stepped back subconsciously. Finally, Fu Jian stopped. He looked at the face that was still pure in the war, and said with some disappointment: "I know you hate me, but I am the king of a country, and I can't give my whole heart to my children. Over the years, I have tried my best to compensate you, except for my life. I have satisfied everything you asked for. I want to know, have you ever truly loved me, even a little bit?"
Qinghe looked at him, her voice trembling and a little desperate: "You are the king of a country, and I am the princess of a country. We should not have met. For you, I lost the State of Yan, my homeland, my elder brother, and my younger brother. You asked me if I loved you, so who can tell me, can I love you?"
Her tears fell one by one, and each one hit Fu Jian's heart.
"I understand." Fu Jian looked at her and sighed deeply. "I destroyed your home, and your brother destroyed mine. Now, we are even. If I could do it again, I would definitely treat you twice as well and make you love me willingly."
Qinghe didn't say anything.
Fu Jian walked forward slowly, gently held her hand, and said solemnly, "Wait for me to come back." After that, he let go of her hand.
This was the first time he let go of her hand.
Until the bright red armor on his body disappeared from sight, Lu Jiayi slowly stepped forward and asked in a low voice: "Princess, what should we do next?"
"He won't come back ." Qinghe smiled sadly, "I know that."
"Princess..." Lu Jiayi wanted to say something, but couldn't bear to say it anymore. Fu Jian was far away this time, and whether Qinghe returned to Murong Chong or not, they would never have the chance to meet again.
The blood feud between the two countries will never end.
Qinghe shook his head, his tone somewhat weak: "Let's go back."
"Aren't we going to find His Royal Highness the Prince?" Lu Jiayi was a little surprised, but she didn't dare to go against her wishes, so she had to help her back to the bedroom. Qinghe sat down at the table, took a deep breath, and said to Lu Jiayi: "Make me another cup of tea."
Lu Jiayi nodded.
She found half a can of tea from the jar and began to brew it patiently.
Pu'er tea is known as the ancestor of tea. As early as the time when King Wu conquered King Zhou, people offered it as tribute to King Wu of Zhou. However, this tea did not have a name in this era. "Pul" was a name that appeared in the late Ming Dynasty. It was also the name Lu Jiayi used when she gave Qinghe a scientific explanation of tea. Pu'er tea is cold in nature and tastes slightly bitter. For Qinghe, the taste of this tea seems to be a reflection of her life.
Qinghe took the teacup, took a sip, and then smiled: "You know what? I didn't plan too much for Chong'er. At the beginning, I just wanted to leave a bloodline for the Murong family, so I would rather sacrifice myself and send him out of the palace safely. Today's result is something I didn't foresee at all."
Lu Jiayi said: "Your Highness is proud and stubborn, and he will not easily forget the humiliation of his family. Today's result is also expected."
"Yes..." Qinghe sighed, "But we have severed our relationship. Even if he sees me, I'm sure he won't recognize me as his sister who brought disaster to the country and the people."
"Princess, how can you say that?" Lu Jiayi frowned. "I'll go get someone to tell His Royal Highness to come pick you up!"
Without waiting for Qinghe's answer, Lu Jiayi ran out. She was indeed a little anxious, because even an outsider like her could understand Qinghe's good intentions, so couldn't Murong Chong understand?
The city of Chang'an was in the midst of war. She searched the palace for a long time and finally found a palace maid who was willing to surrender to Murong Chong, and asked him to pass on the message.
Lu Jiayi returned to the bedroom and saw Qinghe lying on the table, seemingly asleep.
"Princess, don't sleep anymore, let's go find His Highness." She pushed Qinghe, but unexpectedly, the person at the table tilted his body and fell straight down.
"Princess!" Lu Jiayi was shocked!
Qinghe fell into Lu Jiayi's arms, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. Lu Jiayi glanced at the teacup on the table, and the water in it was empty!
"Princess, what did you do?" Lu Jiayi shook Qinghe's body desperately.
"Ahem..." Qinghe coughed hard, and a lot of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. She tried hard to open her eyes, but she could only see a blur. Even so, she could tell who was beside her.
"Jiayi, do you know? He wanted to ask me this a long time ago..." Qinghe had a faint smile on his face, but his voice was as weak as a gossamer.
"Princess, what are you talking about?" Lu Jiayi's tears fell. She lowered her head and tried to put her ear close to Qinghe's mouth.
"He wanted to ask me if I had ever loved him..." Qinghe smiled sadly. She tried to open her eyes wide, as if she wanted to see clearly the passing past and the person deep in her memory.
"He didn't dare to ask, so I didn't say anything. He had his helplessness, and I had my difficulties. If he was not the king of Qin, and I was not the princess of Yan, how great it would be... I want to meet someone I can love when it snows... Unfortunately... We will never have the chance to start over..." As he spoke, Qinghe coughed painfully, and a large amount of blood flowed to the ground, like a piece of dazzling red silk.
"I never blamed Chong'er, even though he misunderstood me... I never hated the king, even though he destroyed the Kingdom of Yan... This is what makes me most miserable... The person I hate the most in my life is actually myself..." A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, mixed with blood, and fell to the ground dejectedly. At the last moment, Qinghe tried hard to smile, but ended her life with that tear.
Lu Jiayi was shocked all over until she realized that Qinghe in her arms was no longer moving. She couldn't help but let out a shrill cry.
There is a beauty in the north, who lives in seclusion from the world.
The stunningly beautiful princess ended her short and painful life in this way.
From now on, there will be no more rumors about her, and her beauty will no longer exist in the world.
When Murong Chong rushed in, Lu Jiayi was holding Princess Qinghe's gradually cooling body.
He staggered over, gently took Qinghe's body, and then carefully held her in his arms.
"Why don't you wait for me? Why don't you wait for me..." He murmured to himself, "Sister Wang, you still have me, you still have me..."
Murong Chong, who was already a head taller than Lu Jiayi, closed his eyes in pain and let his tears flow slowly. He hugged the cold Qinghe, sobbing suppressedly at first, and then cried sadly. Suddenly, he let go of Qinghe and ran out of the palace.
"Who harmed you? Was it me, him, or this Chang'an city?" Murong Chong drew the long sword from his waist, pointing to the sky and shouting.
"I won't let you die in vain..." Murong Chong's eyes were red, "The Murong family's blood debt must be repaid by someone!"
He ran out of the palace, roaring orders to the soldiers of the three armies.
Massacre.
An angry lion came to Guanzhong, the people were displaced and scattered, the roads were cut off, and there was no human habitation for a thousand miles.
By the time Lu Jiayi realized what Murong Chong was doing, it was too late to save the situation. Murong Chong was so angry that he was put on the list of tyrants.
Qinghe was buried outside Chang'an. On the day of the funeral, Lu Jiayi followed Murong Chong to the new grave, holding the remaining half can of tea.
"I want to go back..." Lu Jiayi said in a low voice.
"Where are you going..." Murong moved his lips impulsively . He wanted to say more, but what came to his lips was just a simple greeting.
Lu Jiayi raised her head and looked at him, who looked heroic in the wind. Everyone said that Murong Chong was handsome, comparable to Pan An, but with a large army under his command, he was more like a real phoenix, proud and heroic.
"I want to go back to my hometown, which is a very far place..."
Murong Chong turned around and looked straight at Lu Jiayi.
"Thanks to you for being by her side all these years. But I guess you're not used to staying by my side. I'm not as kind as she is, right?"
Lu Jiayi quickly shook her head.
Murong Chong's mouth curled up with a hint of mockery, and he said, "You don't have to cater to me. No matter what, you are the person she trusts the most. I won't hurt you."
The two of them were silent in front of the tomb for a while, and Murong Chong finally spoke: "You can go."
Lu Jiayi nodded. Before leaving, she hesitated for a moment, but finally gently shook Murong Chong's hand.
"Your Highness, please be cheerful."
A gentle blessing disappeared in the wind in the blink of an eye.
Murong Chong was startled, as if that gentle person had returned. When he came to his senses, Lu Jiayi had disappeared.
This time, the return trip was exceptionally smooth.
Lu Jiayi spent a full fifteen years in the Sixteen Kingdoms era, while in modern times, it was the price of a whole long vacation. When she came back, she took out the Pu'er tea in the jar as soon as possible, and brewed a cup of bitter Pu'er tea carefully, just like she had brewed countless times in the past.
She watched Lu Yu absorb the "evil" emotion in the tea, and watched his translucent body become more real.
After Lu Yu absorbed the emotions in the tea, he found Lu Jiayi staring blankly at something, and guessed that her experience in the Sixteen Kingdoms might not be a pleasant one. Very unusually, he did not tease her on purpose as he did before, but quietly returned to the study.
Before leaving, he turned on the TV in the living room.
Last night's popular TV series "The Secret History of the Former Qin Dynasty" was being rebroadcast on TV. Just as the episode was ending, the beautiful ending song sounded faintly.
Lu Jiayi sat on the sofa, hugging a soft pillow , looking at the familiar name floating across the screen, her eyes unconsciously moistened.
She thought of Murong Chong, who was as proud as a phoenix;
She thought of the king who tried hard to love even though he knew he couldn’t;
She thought of Princess Qinghe, who had been tortured by pain all her life;
…………
A new program started on TV. On the brightly lit stage, a soulful singer was singing softly. The beautiful and sad melody sounded in the living room. The singer seemed to be at a loss and almost cried out in grief on the stage.
"I forgot to tell you before
"My favorite is you
“Now that I think about it
"You are my favorite..."
Along with the sad and beautiful melody, Lu Jiayi seemed to hear someone whispering in her ear.
"He wanted to ask me if I had ever loved him. He didn't dare to ask, so I didn't tell him."
"I want to be with you forever."
Beauty is inevitably sentimental——
You are just like me.

Tea flavor tips (from Baidu Encyclopedia):
Pu'er Tea: The ancestor of tea. As early as more than 3,000 years ago when King Wu conquered King Zhou, the Pu people, the first tea-growing people in Yunnan, had already presented tea to King Wu of Zhou. However, there was no Pu'er tea at that time. During the Yuan Dynasty, there was a place called "Bu Ri Bu". Later, it was written in Chinese characters and became "Pu Er" (at that time, "Er" did not have three water drops). The word Pu'er first appeared here, and it became famous both at home and abroad. It was not until the end of the Ming Dynasty that it was renamed Pu'er Tea. Pu'er tea is made from large-leaf tea. It contains much more tea tannins than ordinary tea, especially wild Pu'er tea. The bitter taste makes some tea novice tasters unaccustomed to it, or even hate it.