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2882. Chapter 2882 True and false festivals 5

Back and forth, many people were talking around, buzzing, and they didn't know what they were saying. The burning pain and great sorrow came together, as if they were trapped in an endless swamp,

Never wake up.

The ministers could not get a response and had to retreat.

The new emperor also retreated.

For the funeral of the former emperor, the new emperor lived in Hongwen Hall. This was once a key place for political discussions in the past, and next to it was the imperial study room.

He lived here. The concubines still lived in the prince's mansion and did not have time to move into the palace, and there was no reward yet.

When he went back, Concubine Mi led a group of concubines to kneel down, and everyone was trembling. The new emperor had just ascended the throne, the late emperor died suddenly, and the queen was almost buried in the fire. Everything seemed so suddenly, giving the new emperor the throne, as if it were

A shadow of sorrow was cast.

The new emperor had no time to appreciate the care of his own concubines, so he just waved his hand and asked them to retreat.

He sat alone in the imperial study room, and the room was also cold and there was no fire.

Because this is the rule left by our ancestors. In the coldest days, braziers are generally not allowed in the palace, in order to always maintain the extraordinary physical strength, courage and perseverance of the Xianbei people. Only in this way can we firmly maintain it

Fighting power will last forever.

In the past, Luo Jia made fire because he had cold symptoms. Moreover, Fangfei entered the palace. Many habits were different from those of the Xianbei people. He never cared about what she should do. In the harem, he never interfered with it since Fangfei came in.

.

Now that the new emperor succeeds to the throne, he completely strictly abides by the family rules of his ancestors.

Outside the window, the cold wind whistled, and the room was as cold as ice. In his heart, he was even colder and fearful. He sank on the chair, as if the scene that had just passed was still swaying in front of his eyes, the flames soaring into the sky, the dead father

, Empress Feng...

For some reason, I couldn't help but cover my face with my hands.

It was a relief after almost despair and fear - I was the only relative, if she had to go too!
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