He was shocked. He was full of anger, but at this moment, he had no choice but to leave in disappointment.
It was not until his figure completely disappeared that Fangfei walked out of the pine trees in the dark.
It's always like a mouse hiding a cat.
She had a deep understanding of Emperor Hongwen, and had no choice but to hide until he left here. Fortunately, he was going to return to Pingcheng. As long as he returned to Pingcheng, all this could be eliminated.
Then, she speeded up and rushed in front, almost trotting, sweating profusely.
Emperor Hongwen stopped.
On the opposite stairs, Empress Dowager Feng slowly descended.
The newly rising moonlight shone on her body, floating lightly.
"Fangfei..."
"Your Majesty, are you here to worship the late emperor?"
He was so stuffy in his heart that he spoke for a while: "It's cold, you go back early to rest."
She didn't think so, just like chatting with an old friend: "Oh, I can't do it either. The late emperor always kept his soul away. Every time I dreamed of him, if I didn't come to worship him, he would definitely be angry again...
This person is like this, very stingy and very selfish. You know, before he died, he almost let me bury him! Your Majesty, do you believe that there will be a soul after a person dies?"
Emperor Hongwen's face was pale and he took a few steps back.
It seemed as if the soul of the father was about to rush out of the black stone tablet.
Fangfei took a step and passed by him.
Under the moonlight, Emperor Hongwen's body trembled slightly and his face was as pale as a ghost.
Fangfei was about to walk past, but he suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand.
Fangfei had not let go yet, he had already let go.
Fangfei was stunned. Emperor Hongwen's hand was like a piece of ice that had lasted ten thousand years. It was a sign of the future of the serious illness; she felt a little uneasy and a little pity, and finally couldn't help it and softened her voice: "Your Majesty, the weather is here."