Her hand trembled and stroked the stone gate. Luo Jia, he was inside!
He was buried in it forever.
His own hands had touched his cold body and lost his breath of life.
The sunlight at noon was focused on a point, and the shadows of the trees were mottled. She accidentally lowered her head and saw her shadow, which turned into a point, projected in the shadow of the tiger pattern, overlapping, as if a mess that could never be clear.
Fangfei slowly knelt down.
But I can't shed tears.
Every time I come to Beiwudang, I feel different. The only similarity is that I hate him! I was driven out of the palace by him and left behind by him. From hatred to love each other, when I was most deeply in love, he was like this.
Suddenly he passed away.
Her legs were a little numb, so she sat instead, for a long time, without moving.
I don’t know how long it took, but I fell asleep in a daze.
The eyes suddenly became so distinct, and a pair of powerful hands suddenly hugged myself from behind: "Little guy, I really miss me..."
"Your Majesty... Let go, if you don't let go, I'll call you a rude..."
"You scream, no one will come to save you if you scream..."
"His Majesty……"
She was angry and bit her lips, struggling hard, but it was very warm. It was very lonely, a kind of real warmth after emptiness, being hugged and in love... so sweet!
She suddenly opened her eyes.
All around, empty.
She almost jumped up, and there was no figure around her?
However, his warmth seemed to remain on his waist, but when his hands touched it, it was cold. She sat down dejectedly, tears streaming down her face.
After a while, he slowly said: "Your Majesty, the new emperor is already married. I have done everything you want me to do for you; in the future, I will never do anything for you."
The mountain wind was quiet and the surroundings were deserted, without any response.
After a long time, footsteps came from behind her. She did not look back, but just asked softly: "Master, why did Your Majesty choose to be a tomb?"