He stretched out his hand, and suddenly grabbed the hand hard, clenched it desperately, and refused to let go no matter what.
Fangfei was dozing, suddenly losing support. She was awakened, opened her eyes, and her body was almost tilted. Emperor Hongwen was stalking her right hand fiercely.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
Without any answer, Emperor Hongwen was still in a coma and just tried his best to hold her hand.
She was about to get up, but he pulled so tightly that she was about to wave it away, but seeing that her finger was so thin, just like his man, she couldn't bear it. She could only sit down slowly.
"Your Majesty, you should get better soon... Alas, you should get better..."
It wasn't unsatisfactory to feel guilty. To a large extent, Emperor Hongwen became what he is today. It was his own responsibility to force him to be like this. That night, it passed, and what's the point of torture each other?
She sighed softly, even if she wanted to leave, she had to wait for Emperor Hongwen to recover. Otherwise, how could she feel at ease in this life?
She let Emperor Hongwen hold his hand, stretched out her other hand, fiddled with the quilt, and covered him with it.
Feeling his tightness, it seemed as if his whole spirit had been condensed at this point, so nervous. This was a very dangerous thing, and her voice couldn't help but soften: "Your Highness, you can't scare me, just
Hello, I won’t blame you anymore!”
The hand was actually softer. Even his gray face became a little softer.
Even though he was a heart-warming heart, Fangfei couldn't help but burst into tears at this moment. For him, who else could he rely on in this world?
The recliner is very comfortable and there is a thick quilt, which was carefully prepared by Wei Qiyuan.
All around it became quiet.
She leaned against the chair, and then she felt a moment of awakening in her mind. Suddenly she remembered something - the thick fog this morning, the thick fog Luo Jia in the thick fog.
Is it a dream or a reality?
It is obviously true, but I saw it with my own eyes, but why do I feel like I am dreaming?
Could it be that Luo Jia appeared and wanted to help the prince?
Could it be that he was afraid that he would not save his son, so he showed his spirit to scare himself? Then, immediately afterwards, the King of Rencheng and others who were blocking the road. How could such a coincidence happen in this world?
She was angry and spat lightly, Luo Jia, damn Luo Jia. She knew that he loved his son more than he loved himself. He actually scared himself.
It was a kind of strong anger - a feeling that she didn't even understand until then. She was jealous and was jealous with Emperor Hongwen. In the past two years, she has always disliked Emperor Hongwen, always alienated from him, always
He did not like him, but subconsciously, he was jealous! He was jealous of Luo Jia only willing to see him before he died. He was always putting him first in everything and thinking about him first in everything. Because he was Luo Jia's son.
And I am Luo Jia's wife.
Shouldn’t a wife be more intimate than a son?
Damn Luo Jia has always been so partial. Damn Luo Jia doesn't love herself at all.
Compared with Luo Jia, Emperor Hongwen is really much better. At least, Emperor Hongwen puts himself first; at least, he is unique to Emperor Hongwen, and no one is more important than himself!
At least, Emperor Hongwen has never hurt himself severely!
Compared with Luo Jia's cruel intention since childhood, and with the later Xiao Lian Zhang Jieyu, Emperor Hongwen is the one who will never be hurt!
And what about Taroga?
She suddenly had a strange idea - since Luo Jia loved his son so much, she would not save Emperor Hongwen! No! When Emperor Hongwen dies, Luo Jia will be sad!
That is his successor, his country and his ten thousand years behind him!
If Emperor Hongwen dies!
Luo Jia, even Luo Jia, who pretends to be a god, will be so sad?
But what if it was yourself?
What if it was his own who was lying in bed today? Will Luo Jia be sad? Will he pretend to be a god and ask his son to treat him?
She wasn't sure!
I feel so sad in my heart, Luo Jia, maybe he will not; the son is more than anything else!
What do you think of yourself to him?
She clenched her fists and almost waved it to Luo Jia's head - but what was waving was Emperor Hongwen's hand. Emperor Hongwen's hand was thrown out heavily and almost fell on the bed.
A heavy sound.
Then there was the vague sound from his mouth, a babbling sound. It was obvious that he fell heavily.
Fangfei was so shocked that she almost jumped up and stared at Emperor Hongwen's hand in a daze. Fortunately, such pain did not wake him up. She just huhed in her mouth.
What are you doing? While Emperor Hongwen can no longer move, he vented his hatred for Luo Jia on him? He wanted to beat Emperor Hongwen to beat him?
She sighed.
I felt irritable for no reason. I could no longer bear the things I suppressed in my mood for so long, and I could no longer bear them. They were all kinds of things.
She turned around and left. Behind her, there was still Emperor Hongwen's voice, scattered, whispering, and moaning like sad crying.
However, she was not soft-hearted at all.
This person is like this!
Emperor Hongwen, this has always been like this!
In Luo Jia's mind, his son is the first! Emperor Hongwen, he wants to be the first in his mind again! What about himself? He ranks the last every time! He is the last everywhere!
She was so angry that she left with a hard heart.
At night in the mountains, chills have already hit.
Fangfei looked up and looked at the moon for a long time, just before Luo Jia's tomb. She was so tired that she wanted to sit down and rest. The night dew was deep, and her body and mood were moist.
Mr. Zhang reminded her, "Empress Dowager, it's too late. You've been tired for so long today. Go back and rest."
She shook her head: "You all retreat first."
The moon has no shadow of Luo Jia.
She was willing to pursue everything during the day, but she was unable to force it.
There was silent all around, and she was the only one who lay down against the tomb.
It was a cold stone slab. When the wind blew, the white-headed man gradually became haggard, and his fluffy white beard shook on her body. He was actually not as powerful as he thought, but now even Emperor Hongwen is like this.
I can't afford to threaten myself.
I am so tired in confusion that I am exhausted these days.
Even the beginning of autumn is not felt, as if I can only fall into such a cold siege, and I don’t know whether life is a dream or a reality.
Perhaps, life is always about having a long dream?
In the darkness, a pair of eyes shifted with the moon and fell on her body together.
A faint fragrance came from the nose, as if it was from the fairy thatch, or rosemary, or even the fragrance that only appeared in dreams. It was like the lingering clouds, accompanied by the moonlight slowly moving.
Everything in the dream is so sweet and full of the fragrance of nectar.
A pair of hands stretched out, and a thick blanket was placed under her. The hands almost trembled when they touched her face - Fangfei! Poor Fangfei!
This face and this hand are all cold and harsh.
If it weren't for the extreme despair, how could a woman lie on the cold stone slab like this?
However, no matter how cold it was, it could not stop the scorching mood. It was in the opposite contrast to her, as if he was a ball of flame, suddenly burning wildly, almost burning her quickly.
He could no longer suppress such a mood, so he stretched out his big hand and hugged her in his arms.
Such heat almost completely submerged him.
Like the lingering of ice and fire, the torment of two heavens.
finally!
Finally, I can embrace this way without any distance.
It was obviously close to the heart, and I could hear each other's heartbeat, but it was still not enough, far from enough! He used hard and hard, almost crushing her into his arms.
Before his "mausoleum", he untied his big outer fur, wrapped her, and warmed her with his own body temperature.
ah!
What a familiar fragrance that was! It was her tired fragrance.
Even the plain and light taste between breathing. In Beiwudang, she often eats vegetarian food, and only those who eat vegetarian food can have this elegant and light fragrance.
In a daze, it seemed as if I was suddenly in an extremely warm place. Around me, flowers were in full bloom, without any pressure, and extremely relaxed. Fangfei turned over, and the place where she was lying was extremely soft, just like in the warm spring.
In the weather, it is bathed in the warm sunshine.
That is the human body stove.
I also own a human body stove.
She greedily turned her face and buried her face deeply into the warm place - although it was tough, it had infinite tenderness, and then, she filled her in hard, even if she breathed, it was his dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong
Heartbeat.
This is a beautiful scenery that only exists in a dream!
No, no, no, there has never been such a real scene in the dream of the past.
There has never been such a wonderful moment in life.
She laughed and wandered in her dreams, free and easy. Such ease can only be possessed in her dreams.
Under the moonlight, he stared at that face. In his eyes, the face was always like spring flowers and autumn moon, bright and bright.
He touched it with his hands and it was cold. He reached out and pulled the big fur a little more, so that the warmth could completely cover her.
Suddenly I heard a giggle, so happy.
He was startled and looked closely and found that his eyes were closed and she was sleeping soundly! There was a magical red dragon grass, which she didn't even know. This mixture of red dragon grass and Qianyehong,
Even in Beiwudang, only the psychic Taoist priest knew about it - this was preserved by his ancestors. Starting from protecting the statue of the great god Fuxi, only the head of the sect knew about it in the past dynasties!
Then, a smile appeared on his face: "Hey, little thing, what good thing has you dreamed of? I dreamed of me... have you me?"
In front of her, the most secret thing in her heart was exposed, and then it was corrected - I! It's not me! There is only Emperor Hongwen in this world.
I don’t want to be me, just an ordinary person!
Only by becoming an ordinary person can you experience the long-lasting life of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea!
"Little guy, still laughing? Why are you so happy?"
No one answered him, and she raised her hand and hugged his neck so naturally, as usual on those sweetest days, her head buried deeper in his arms and whirring in her nose.
"What a little pig. He's still snoring when he falls asleep. He's so ugly."
He reached out and tapped her nose, but gently. At that time, the beauty was in her arms. How long has it been since I enjoyed such a warm fragrance of nephrite?
The moonlight spread faintly on her face, her haggard face, poor man, she has been exhausted these days. He straightened his legs and tried to make her sleep more comfortable.
She really stretched out completely, her legs pressed completely against him freely, which was a very strange position. She was very comfortable herself, and Luo Jia was very uncomfortable, but he was very happy!
Even if it is uncomfortable, it is so happy!
It was a long-lost safety, cared for and pity, and the warm thick blanket was covered with warmth, as if in the most luxurious palace in the world. In my dream, I am no longer a child disliked by others.
, but a real princess, wearing the most beautiful skirt, entering and leaving the peach blossom forest with lush grass.
It was a dancing girl, like white clouds coming out of the mountains, as faint as blue smoke, letting pink petals sprinkle all over her head and face fall from the tip of her braid.
That is the whole world loves me so much!
Between the heaven and earth, birds and fishes, jumping deer in the forest, and plum blossom god.
It seems like the song of the gods I heard in the past:
May the green lotus pond be decorated on the road she has walked
May the thick shade of the big tree cover this hot sun
May the dust on the road be adjusted by the lotus pollen
May the breeze blow gently, may she be lucky all the way
...
Love!
So much love, so I feel so happy.
The hand holding his neck quietly went up, completely unconsciously - his lips pressed on it, like a ball of fire.
Flaming red lips!
A deep kiss!
Luo Jia was so excited that she trembled all over, and even her body trembled. The feeling of being burned by the flames rushed from the top of her head to the soles of her feet, her limbs and bones were soft, and her muscles and bones were numb.