"After my death, queen, would you like to be buried with me for generations?"

She was shocked, and suddenly raised her head and stared at him.

My whole body trembled quietly, but I didn't feel it at all - would you like to be buried with me for generations? What does this mean?

Her eyes slowly shifted to the bronze ware thrown at the head of the bed. The ancient and green rust emitted an extremely strange light. She slowly remembered that this was brought by Lord Li of the Ministry of Works. Where did Lord Li bring? The grave was built - the tomb of the emperor.

This project has been underway for almost twenty years, and it has only been carried out on a large scale in the last few years. Now, His Majesty and She are discussing the issues of life and death.

It was not the romantic topic of "living different quilts, and dying the same cave". Her fear gradually deepened, and she remembered the ancient rules: when the emperor dies, he always kills some concubines who have no children or are insignificant.

From the beginning of Emperor Hongwen, this rule was no longer implemented.

Where are you here at Tuoba Hong??

An emperor who is on the verge of death, ask if you are willing to be buried with him for generations!!!

Feng Miaolian was trembling all over. After a long time, she finally raised her head and looked directly at his gaze. At that time, his gaze was a little distracted and a little cruel in despair, but she could not see the true feelings and false feelings in her heart.

She forced herself to calm her voice: "My Majesty, what do you mean?"

His slightly scattered eyes suddenly gathered, as if a ball of light was completely ignited, and an aggressive temperament was flowing out. She did not dare to face his gaze, and her temperament seemed to be much weaker. She had to look away, take a step back, and barely let her body lean against the door and not fall down.

"Queen, are you unwilling to be buried with me now?"

The voice was cold and filled with a faint sarcasm, as if talking about someone else’s affairs.

Because I have experienced too many storms, because the sealed varnishes in my hand are still in front of me, because there have been too many things happening this day... Feng Miaolian, who came out of the bloody storm of the palace struggle, was surprisingly calm.

As early as the moment she took action against the King of Xianyang, she had already predicted this moment, but the way she came was much more surprising than she thought.

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The members of the group will be cleaned up at 8 pm on the 20th of each month. Those who do not speak or poke privately for more than one month will be given away for those who do not cheat their zombies more than twice.

PS: Because the chrysanthemum is occasionally itchy and asks to poke, it will cause trouble, which will cause mistakes to be injured by members of the Qingwu. I will put this group number here.

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