When I didn’t need it before, I thought this ring was very humble;
However, when you fall in love with it, you feel that it is so rare and beautiful.
Over time, he has truly become a part of his life - perhaps, from the time His Majesty secretly fell ill in the imperial study, from the time of the temple, "You are my woman, no one is allowed to force you"
Branded on the chest and become a part of the body.
Not just because he is the emperor—just because he is that man!
When Xiao Lian saw the ring, her eyes widened.
When Feng Zhaoyi came to Zhaoyang Palace to return this ring, she still deeply remembered how his Majesty was furious, trampled hard, vented hard, and stomped...
It turns out that it is this ring!
Especially the ring was placed on such a pair of delicate jade hands - Queen Feng was standing in the room, outside the door, her guard, and inside the door was the Uighur Lady.
Empress Feng, she is not the big and thick lady of Uighurs.
She is round and smooth, elegant and beautiful, wearing a light palace outfit, and looks like a woman from the Southern Dynasty, looking infinitely charming, and every step is full of brilliance.
Xiao Lian was proud of her extraordinary appearance. When she met Feng Zhaoyi, it was the coldest time in the cold palace. She was wearing an old robe, and she was so gray that she was dry and haggard.
Therefore, in Xiao Lian's mind, what remains is the image of the shabby and lonely woman - this is what she doesn't understand, why did Your Majesty give up a forest for such a woman?
Unexpectedly, this time we met.
It turns out to be like this.
The woman seemed to have completely changed her personality - it was not that she was so beautiful, but that kind of grace she showed - her smile was so calm and her expression was so light.
She is agile, but not bulky;
It's beautiful, but not pitiful.
Of course, none of these matter.
What matters is that strange feeling.
At a certain moment, Xiao Lian was like the high priest in the past!