The child looked at her in surprise: "Empress Dowager, are you missing Grandpa of the late emperor?"

Poor child talks without restraint.

Fangfei turned her head and leaned against the vermilion red chair that was already quaint, and slightly turned it on, pulled the curtains and accidentally wiped away tears on her face.

Next to it, there is a portrait hanging.

It was a very beautiful portrait.

The girl in the painting is so young.

And men are the best and most mature age.

The child walked to the portrait and opened his eyes curiously.

This was the first time he saw this portrait, and it was not before.

Of course he recognized the girl in the portrait - that was the Queen Mother.

The Empress Dowager's appearance has not changed much.

However, I was much younger at that time and wore such bright clothes: my collars, sleeves, and a skirt that looked like a lake, elegant and gorgeous.

And the man in the portrait.

He has seen it, too.

I saw it in front of the tomb of the late emperor.

But, very different.

This time, it looks so energetic.

The portrait of the cemetery of the late emperor in Wudang in Beiwudang is wearing military uniform, armor, a big sword and a spear, and is heroic and covers his hair. Moreover, the painting is too majestic, just like the ancestors of the northern country, nothing

Features.

However, this portrait is different.

This is a casual image.

He was wearing a moon-white shirt.

It's the kind of people from the Southern Dynasty.

Black hair.

Only carry a bow and arrow.

Gentle and gentle.

Especially hair.

Even though it is black.

However, he felt familiar.

Very familiar.

He pointed to the person in the portrait and unconsciously said, "Mrs. Queen Mother, I know this person..."

Fangfei followed his gaze and was startled.

After all, he was a child, and he didn't notice the abnormality of the Queen Mother at all. He was still excited: "Mrs. Queen Mother, it's really, I know this person... You see, he seems to be alone... By the way, he looks like a god and grandpa..."

He was surprised and delighted, and almost clapped his hands and jumped up.

"Yes, yes, yes, like a god, like..."

Especially his expression of being with the Queen Mother.

It reminded him of the day when he fell off the cliff.

The Queen Mother and he told her stories.

At that time, the immortal grandfather told himself stories from time to time, and sometimes, he looked at the empress dowager - yes, yes, that's the look.

It's the same as the gaze on this portrait.

So intimate.

He was curious and excited: "Oh, the Queen Mother... the Goddess and the Grandpa of the late emperor..."

He suddenly couldn't continue talking.

Because when he touched the empress dowager's hand, it was cold.

Not only is my hands getting cold, but my heart is also getting cold.

Fangfei's heart was falling rapidly.

Only then did I understand what a terrible mistake I made—in this northern country that increasingly advocates benevolence and filial piety and virtue—I tried every day to use the Confucianism of the Southern Dynasties to transform society, change customs, stabilize land, and reform...

What did you instill in Honger?

Cultivate one's character, great principles of being a human being, elegant sentiments, and loyal personality...

But, what are you doing?

When he grew up, he linked his filthy behavior with the great principles of daily life—

What is this?

Grandpa of the late emperor!

immortal!

Father!!!

She felt her head was about to explode.

It seems like a huge mistake - how could I step into here???

How could it be possible to come to this terrible private money loft???

Isn't this self-destructing its shortcomings???

A woman can ignore the eyes of the world.

Do you don’t care about your image in your son’s mind???

She was so ashamed that she was extremely ashamed.

His hands were shaking slightly.

No, no, don't let Honger ask.

You have to leave here quickly.

"The Queen Mother...what's wrong with you...your hands are so cold..."

She was incoherent: "Let's go out... go, Hong'er..."

However, the child could not calm down from the excitement of this major discovery for a moment, and his voice was still very excited: "The Queen Mother... Look... This is the immortal grandpa..."

She sternly said, "Hong'er, what are you talking about??? I have never seen any fairy grandfather. My eyes were blind in those days and I couldn't see it..."

The child dared not answer.

She seemed to be guilty.

Three points for unreasonable quibbling.

But, is quibbling useful??

One lie requires ten lies to make up for.

The child seemed to realize that he had said the wrong thing and stood aside in a daze.

I didn't even dare to look at that group photo.

Because, he remembered his father.

Father, grandfather of the late emperor.

A question I never thought of before.

Now, the first time I encountered it.

In my little heart, I felt unprecedented entanglement.

It seemed like something invisible was expanding in surprise.

However, what surprised him even more was that the Queen Mother had quickly reached out and took off the scroll.

Roll it up and set it aside.

It was like a very tired person who put down a huge burden.

God, God!!

The charm of Luojia, the imprint of Luojia.

There is no way, only within the distance where he exists, the light from others cannot be illuminated.
To be continued...