Chapter 925

It was the most common night.

Sometimes the memory is always so puzzling.

Just as he lit the candle, a white figure in his mind became clearer.

Shen yun'an stood in the same place, deeply exposed. He only wore an inner garment, and even lost half of his image. He hurried out of the door and came to the study. He rummaged in the box on the bookshelf for a long time before he found a remnant paper.

The corner is burnt and the whole side is black.

When he came back from the Imperial Palace, he didn't know why. Subconsciously, he had to take the paper away. But after he brought it back, he didn't know what it would do. He simply put it in a box and left it on the bookshelf to eat dirt and ashes.

It was the first time in years that he had opened the box.

He held the remnant paper almost gently, and did not move for a long time.

After a while, there was a tear on the remnant paper.

Shen yun'an is gone.

Before leaving, he handed over the whole Yan family to the side of the Yan Family and asked him to take over temporarily before Yan Jun came back.

He left in silence. The gold and silver were soft and he didn't take anything with him. It was like he had disappeared from Yanfu out of thin air.

However, on the study desk, which had always been tidied up by Shen yun'an, a wooden box was lying on the desk. The box was open and empty.

Two years later, Yan Jun was intrigued when he killed the enemy.

At that time, all his soldiers died, and the enemy surrounded him in a valley. Facing thousands of troops, he could not survive for a moment, and then he was pierced by the arrows from the front and back.

He knelt down on one knee, with a sword in his hand, straight into the ground.

This time, no one came to save him.

After the sharp pain of the body is over, it is numbness. Yan Jun slowly spits out the smell of blood, and his eyes gradually lose focus. In a trance, a white dress appears in front of him. The man has a mask, and his eyes are beautiful, but he has no feelings. He just glances at him lightly, and then turns away.

"Don't go, wait for me, wait for me..."

His tone was so light that it could dissipate in the air in an instant, with a little pleading, but the white clothes left without a pause.

In the month of Bingzi in the year of genghei, Yan Jun died in battle, and never fell down.

Two years later, Bai lichen was infected with wind and cold, but he died because of busy government affairs. After two months, he finally became seriously ill. He has no children, only an adopted son, and has been raising him as a prince.

Later, Bai lichen died of a serious illness, but he insisted that he would wait until it snowed.

So he miraculously lasted for seven days. When it snowed, he closed his eyes with a smile.

Bailichen died and the new emperor ascended the throne.

After a few days, Bai lichen's body was sent to the imperial mausoleum.

A few years ago, there was a tomb sweeper. He didn't know who he was. He had a nice voice, the gentle voice of Zhilan Yushu. But he covered himself very tightly every day, and no one else could see his face. Anyway, he had been guarding the mausoleum, and even didn't care about the money.

When others saw that he didn't want it, they divided it up by themselves.

At first, he was furtive. Later, seeing that he didn't care, he put the money in his pocket when he sent it directly. He didn't even care about it.

At that time, there was only the Queen's body.

When bailichen was sent in, the mausoleum was very busy for a few days, but after the new emperor ascended the throne, the place returned to its usual empty solitude.