She blinked desperately, trying to see more clearly.

"Fangfei...Fangfei...How long has I been dead? My bones are not cold...ah...have you forgotten me?"

Sigh, a sigh that was extremely miserable.

Fangfei was creepy.

In my heart, there is a helpless sadness.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the person opposite her-but, in the night, he was like a ghost, floating and unreal, as if he was standing in the clouds.

The room was very quiet.

Fangfei could only hear her heartbeat.

She suddenly asked, "You are not dead?"

Emperor Hongwen did not answer.

After a while, I felt faintly: "Fangfei, why are you with him?"

"He" - Who is he?

"You don't care about Hong'er?"

She subconsciously defended herself: "I have Guan Honger... How could I ignore Honger?"

"But, that day, he was sick, where are you?"

The voice suddenly became a harsh expression.

Fangfei was stunned and could not answer, her face was burning. That day, she and Luo Jia were intimate and forgot to return, so that Honger fell ill in front of Emperor Hongwen's tomb.

It was his gaze that penetrated everything and almost understood everything.

It seemed as if his privacy was in front of him, and he could see it at a glance.

She suddenly shivered slightly - Oh my God, Oh my God! Could it be that Emperor Hongwen was so angry that he came to settle the score with him?

It was anger, speechless anger, and she suddenly sat up: "Your Majesty, don't threaten me, I and him are open and upright..."

"Open and upright? Hehe..."

The laughter was cold and almost penetrated into the bone marrow.

"Since that's the case, why don't you announce his identity in front of your subjects?"

Fangfei was choked.

How to announce it?

Who would believe it? Besides, if this shocking news spreads, wouldn’t it cause chaos in the world?

The sneering voice became even colder: "Empress Dowager, why don't you answer?"

"I……"

She was speechless for a moment and could not defend herself.

Even more angry: "Your Majesty, others don't know, don't you?"

Emperor Hongwen's scheming gaze was full of playfulness: "I know? Why would I know? Empress Dowager, you are unpredictable. Do you still want me to understand you? How old is Hong'er? Have you ever thought about it for him? In the future, you

Where should he put his face?"

"What are you talking nonsense..."

Fangfei was furious and jumped up.

In front of you, the clouds and mist dissipated.

She stood barefoot on the ground, cold and cold.

It was like sitting on a long nightmare.

Looking around in panic, where is the figure of Emperor Hongwen?

She didn't give up and chased her out, but the doors and windows were all around. The palace maids and eunuchs and guards who were waiting outside stayed in their respective positions conscientiously. When they saw her coming out, they were surprised and immediately asked: "Mrs. How are you?

Now?"

Fangfei hurriedly asked, "Has anyone been here?"

Hongyun was on duty tonight. She was surprised: "No one, the Queen Mother, no one has ever been here."

She kept guarding the door, and someone passed by, so it was impossible not to know that the door was opened from inside by the Queen Mother herself.

"Mrs. What happened to me?"

Fangfei shook her head, but seeing that the night was bleak and the autumn was cold. When the moonlight became the dimest, it was almost dawn. She hurried back to the room and closed the door. The palace lanterns were lit, so bright, she

Covering his head, he felt a headache: "Oh my God, Oh my God...what am I doing?"

On his forehead, cold sweat was covered in tears, just like Emperor Hongwen's face, so vivid.

She suddenly shuddered - Oh my God, could Emperor Hongwen not die either?

During his lifetime, he was looking for the whereabouts of the "gods" and inquired from Honger several times. She also knew a little about this. How much did he know about his father's existence? Could it be that he was to one day,

Can you completely kill Luo Jia, so "pretend to death"?

Just like the powerful minister Yihun was treated at the time.

In order to get rid of Yi Hun, he pretended to be dead and hid anyone.

This is his character. In order to achieve his goal, whether it is the third prince or Yihun, he can "tolerate" it and his strong perseverance, perseverance, and the kind of grievance that extraordinary people can tolerate

Even for many years, he is willing to do anything. In the end, he is always the one who wins.

Could it be that for Luo Jia, his father, is the same?

A strange thought surged into my heart - the fate of the emperor of the Northern Kingdom - all generations, they all died at the hands of their own sons.

However, Luo Jia had already died once - he had lost the rest of his life because of the harshness of the third prince.

What reason should he suffer one more time?

Half a lifetime can’t recall the cruelty of fate?

Even Hong'er has become more and more violent these days, and she is even more repulsive of Luo Jia. The more she thinks about it, the more she is afraid.

She walked to the window and opened it.

The wind blew in from the wooden window.

Her body felt cold and she suddenly became a little more awake.

No, this is not right.

Emperor Hongwen's death was personally tested. Moreover, before his death, he had always been diagnosed and treated by himself, and no outsiders participated. This is not like Luo Jia. Before and after Luo Jia's "death", he refused to participate, but he was let

The Taoist priest took over the responsibility, especially his "burial", which was all the Taoist priest's responsibility. There will be many tricks in it. Only in this way can he truly escape the eyes and ears of everyone and even conceal himself.

But, Emperor Hongwen, how is this possible?

Everything about him was done by himself.

A faint sadness.

Deep down, I always don't believe it - so a person who cares about the throne, in the end, even the throne is willing to give up. How could he deal with his father, son, or even himself at this time?

No, this is not Hong!

Absolutely not!!!

The dead are gone, how could I doubt him so much?

Could it be that all this is just a dream?

But that feeling is so profound.

It turns out that someone has been here before.

Who is this?

Who is pretending to be a ghost?

She felt a little moved and went out immediately.

The guards have come up and stand by.

She didn't ask for anything, and only ordered the eight of her most trusted guards to go out with her.

It was almost dawn.

The mountains are foggy and thick.

She stopped in front of Emperor Hongwen's tomb. The wind around made the tomb even more lonely and cold. She held everyone away and stood alone.

Since Emperor Hongwen's death, she has never faced him alone like this - she doesn't know how to face it.

On the one hand, it is the sorrow of his death; on the other hand, it is the joy of reunion of Luojia - isn't people selfish and willing to enjoy themselves? After all, the joy of reunion of Luojia defeats everything. Many days have even been forgotten

His death was so sad that he should have forgotten that he should have been.
To be continued...