This is the lineup of the light cavalry. It is really different from the guard of honor in the temple and even the training of Beiwudang. It is completely different.
That is a war posture.
This is His Majesty Luo Jia's true appearance.
His life was always on the back of a horse.
Fangfei stood on tiptoe and saw them disappear completely.
Soon, inside and outside the palace gate became quiet.
Only the guards stood silently.
And the prince.
Fangfei was about ten feet away from him, and the two finally met their eyes.
"Queen, go back."
Fangfei nodded.
The two still didn't say much.
It was an invisible diaphragm. Since that quarrel, although the misunderstanding has long been eliminated, I sometimes feel the understanding and tolerance of each other so clearly in my heart. But for some reason, I can never speak freely anymore.
Fangfei always remembers the allusions of "Xintai".
I always think of it-Xuan Jiang.
After Duke Xuan of Wei occupied his daughter-in-law, he died more than ten years later. Xuan Jiang then married his eldest son and continued to be the queen.
Whether it is the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, or the northern countries of the current nomadic peoples, women are allowed to remarry and remarry, and there is no such thing as a whole.
However, Fangfei has been in contact with historical books of the Southern Dynasties since she was a child, so whenever she thinks of Xuan Jiang, she always feels resentful.
Moreover, I never thought of it before, it was something I often thought of since the prince scolded him.
That has become a faint shadow in my heart.
Especially when His Majesty went to war, he was even more uncomfortable when he faced the prince again.
She reluctantly smiled a little and nodded, saying hello to the prince and left in a hurry.
The prince stood there and watched her walk into the palace gate.
Just a palace gate, she is inside and she is outside. It is a huge distance.
When he looked at it again, Fangfei had already entered the palace gate, and her figure disappeared into the white snow, and in the majestic and solemn atmosphere of Pingcheng Palace.