It wasn't until Feng Qing fell asleep drunk that Mingsu slowly walked to the window sill.

He looked at the stars through the night, and seemed to see the Emperor Ji through the night.

He stretched out his hand to hold the window sill, "You haven't changed after all." He sighed softly, his eyebrows stained with sadness, and his handsome face added a bit of earthly atmosphere.

He closed his eyes slightly, he still could not forget the scene when he first saw her.

"Are you the national master here?" The woman's voice was loud and bright, like the bright sun.

At that time, when he turned around, he saw a gorgeous red dress, thick and delicate hair, black hair like crow feathers, hanging quietly on his shoulders, skin like snow, and a pair of twinkling eyes, the whole person was extremely dense.

It was as if a pebble was suddenly thrown into the most boring lake.

He heard his own voice, and it sounded slowly, "Are you the Emperor Ji that His Majesty just found?"

At that time, when he first met her, he never noticed this aspect of her mouth. He only felt that this little empress might have deviated from His Majesty's imagination.

What happened afterward really proved his idea. Her whole body exuded a fresh breath, blooming wantonly in the deathly silence of the palace.

Perhaps because of this, the concubines in the harem, who were fighting to the death all day long, tacitly stopped their actions when facing her, and silently kept the conspiracy away from her.

At that time, Mingsu thought that the deep palace was like stagnant water, making people crazy and tired, so her appearance allowed everyone to see a bright light at the end of hopelessness.

In fact, Jialan's past was not so happy. The emperor was extravagant and cruel. Under his oppression, Jialan's people were starved of food.

Later, Di Ji fought her way through the ferocious scene and stood at the pinnacle of power as a woman.

On the day the emperor abdicated, Mingsu saw the numb smiles on the faces of the common people.

He originally thought that Di Ji would ascend the throne on her own, but she didn't. She gave her position to the surviving prince and retreated behind the scenes.

When the little emperor was in power, the only thing she intervened in was setting up a college for women, and then gradually implemented women's scientific examinations.

Such a process is long. Mingsu watched her implement step by step with the intention of watching a joke. He thought, how long can she hold on? Has she ever thought about whether she will rebound after her death?

, after all, this is not perfect.

Until, as the years passed, he had turned gray-haired, but the emperor was as bright and flamboyant as ever, as if time had never left any trace on her face.

However, only he knew Di Ji's secret, and because of this, he gained her favor, gained an ageless appearance, and a long lifespan.

He stretched out his hand and touched his cheek. This face was handsome and lively, but his heart was already very old.

Later, too many things happened that made him unwilling to recall and forget.

A faint sigh came from his mouth. He thought that he was old again, otherwise why would he like to recall the past so much.

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Her black hair was wrapped around her snow-white arms. Fu Ronghua woke up from her sleep. Emperor Xuan Zhao was hugging her with his arms locked.

Fu Ronghua tilted her head slightly. She looked at the handsome emperor in front of her, her fingers touched his eyebrows little by little, slid down between his eyebrows, and finally landed on his lips.
Chapter completed!