How can those secret memorials and secret suggestions - the confidants of the Xianbei ministers be handed over to the little emperor - to that woman to deal with?

This is a tacit secret - it seems that the memorial that came to the hands of the little emperor must be reviewed by Empress Dowager Feng.

How could this powerful woman miss such an opportunity? Now that she has arrived in Pingcheng, wouldn’t everything be more convenient?

Of course, Fangfei did not care about the secret complaints of the Xianbei ministers.

No one dared to hunt here for fun except them. Even the senior Han officials were cautious in their identities. Therefore, in her heart, she could not be disgusted with this group of people.

But at this moment, everything seemed so trivial.

When she looked halfway up the mountain again, she discovered the ancient pine tree.

The ancient pine is actually familiar.

A gust of wind blew and snow fell down.

"Little thing... I really miss me..."

She was frightened, who was talking in her ear?

That's Luo Jia!

After he turned against him, he took action and then reported, established the queen, came to Beiwudang, and saw his first words - holding him shamelessly, trying to "immoral" -

Oh, I've always been such a shameless person.

She suddenly couldn't suppress it or endure it, and she turned around in an instant and looked at the direction of the cabin.

No shadow, no.

There is nothing.

Luo Jia is already dead.

A woman should not be nostalgic for someone who has long been dead, so she can only look forward.

She didn't stop anymore and left with big strides.

It was not until she walked for a long time that a person was condescending to him at the highest point.

He has been lonely for too long. He is so lonely that he can't feel any sorrow for this farewell - as if it was an established fact and destiny. It is not worthy of sorrow or fear.

He watched her walk into the cabin with his own eyes and watch her standing under the ancient pine...

Little by little.

There is even Yinyue Lake... and the grass and trees that were riding horses and running wildly in front of flowers and under the moon.

What a beautiful and romantic period that was it?

Only herself, only her, only love... At that time, there was never a shadow of her son, no Hong'er... no obstacles...

Everything is just right.

Everything has passed again.

The hat on his body was very big and thick, black, as if it had enveloped him into a god of night - a god who could never see the sun again.

That is the most painful price you have to pay in your life, and even if you leave it to time, you cannot make a judgment.

There is nothing we can do.

Then, he looked at the departure team.

There was no too strict etiquette on the hillside of Beiwudang. First, the Zongzi army who opened the way had neat ceremonial guards and furious horses. It was the northern country with the highest honor and best treatment, and all equipped with fine bows.

Good horse.

Then, it was the little emperor's carriage.

The bright yellow umbrella cover, but the little emperor rode a horse - like all the children of the Xianbei people, he did not have any special features because he was a little emperor. Especially when he returned to Pingcheng as a little emperor, he was even more so

Meticulous.

He rode Xuelihong - his favorite horse from Emperor Hongwen. This horse is also a famous horse selected from thousands of miles away. It was a tribute obtained by Emperor Hongwen after he ascended the throne.

He gave his best horse to his son.

Then, Empress Dowager Feng's chasing carriage.

Empress Dowager Feng also rode a horse.

When he saw the horse, his heart was like a knife.

It was my own horse - I was a little old - it was the horse I gave to her back then. Among the three horses, I chose a red rabbit horse to give to her.

When she rode this horse and suspected that she was unfaithful, she galloped unscrupulously in the palace of Pingcheng... Almost breaking through the fence of the palace... In fact, that time, she just suffered from cold symptoms and was lying alone in the imperial palace.

The study room was healing... Fortunately, she found out and rushed in...

At this moment, he remembered the charm of her healing that day - the warmth of her body and the fragrance of a girl... Oh, in her mind, she has always been a girl - as if she had never grown up.

Even the shouting has not changed: "Father...Father...You don't want this...You don't want that..."

Every time she is at a disadvantage and asks herself to do something, she is always like this, coquettish and slutty, and keeps soft and tender until she agrees... and must also agree...

I have never really violated her in my life.

At this moment, he could see clearly that she was sitting on the horse, sitting on her own—but that thick clothes and the Empress Dowager's clothes added a bit of majesty and solemnity—it was no longer the same as before.

It's a girl.

But his heart beat so fast, as if he was greatly comforted.

Even inadvertently, she raised her hand.

Then the red shines.

The ruby ​​ring - so red, so bright.

So much so that he could see it so much on the top of the mountain.

She actually took the ring away.

He has never seen her wear this ring for so many years - he has never... He has never worn this ring since she gave birth to Hong'er.

But now, she rode her own horse and wore her own ring... When she returned to Pingcheng, she dressed herself up like this-

His eyes were moist and he couldn't extricate himself.

She felt infinite relief because of her small actions - even if she wanted to fulfill her son, she felt that feeling of uncontrollable relief.

Then, he watched her walk over.

It's the son.

The ceremony of the son’s Supreme Emperor.

The son did not ride a horse-he was riding a carriage.

My son was actually riding in a carriage. Although he was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but be shocked and trembled.

It seemed as if the little excitement just now had been lost.

When his son was the youngest, he was riding a horse-drawn carriage for the first time. He remembered clearly that when his son was eighteen years old, he was almost bedridden. When he went to Beiwudang for vacation, he insisted on riding a horse and never rode a horse-drawn carriage.

.

Now, my son can only ride a carriage?

How much has he really reached?

Terrible illness?

He really wanted to rush down and look at his son—just one look—even if he only looked at the fate of his ancestors, the fate he brought to him—who can he blame?

He was filled with tears in his eyes, not knowing whether it was pity for himself or his son.

He quietly went down, his hat was white and turned into a snow-white one, just behind the ancient big pine tree, watching his son pass by...

His son's carriage was open, and he could clearly see his face - his face was smiling, and he kept looking at the carriage in front: Fangfei, the little emperor...

My son was always smiling, so happy.

He stopped.

That dead gray face - but his face showed an unexplainable death.

My son, is he at the end of his journey?

He watched his son's carriage leave.

Watching them "family of three" - leaving completely.

I suddenly felt lonely, very lonely, as if the huge Beiwudang was empty. The mountains were empty, the water was empty, and the heart was empty - the people, women, children who have been with me for so many years...

There are many toys that have not been given out yet... Do they want these?

Do they no longer need these?

He sat down along the ground in frustration.

The snow is so soft.
To be continued...