Beautiful, noble, and enchanting, one glance at it will immediately create an indescribable tenderness and excitement in your heart.
"This is the best gemstone that was brought as tribute when I ascended the throne. It was forged by skilled craftsmen. It is the best jewelry I have ever seen..." Originally, it was meant to be given to her, but it never came.
Opportunity. Because that is a secret deep in my heart.
Originally, it was supposed to be given to the queen.
Queens and princesses are all phoenixes, at least, they are phoenixes in their own minds.
He had kept this secret for a long time, and now he felt he could tell it openly.
If she were a little daughter, wouldn't she be very beautiful? Isn't it also a very good thing to be coquettish and indulgent, to be loved by others?
"If it is a little daughter, give this to her. Fangfei, if the child wears this collar, he will be very, very beautiful."
Fangfei was speechless for a moment.
Holding the collar in hand, it was so finely forged and polished that it took almost two full years to make it. It was not sent to Bei Wudang until this year. In addition to the priceless treasure, it also has exquisite craftsmanship. It can almost be regarded as a masterpiece.
It is a shocking work of art. Even though she has become very sharp as a queen over the years, she has to admit that she will never see a piece of jewelry better than this.
Emperor Hongwen, he was not just counting on a son to inherit his throne as he imagined. No, that's not the case - there are many, many more rich and intense feelings than this.
Just like before, he risked his life to save himself or scolded his man.
He has always been like this, with a fiery personality, and he has to do the best or the worst to the extreme.
Otherwise, it is not enough to prove love.
Her eyes only dared to fall on the exquisitely carved fire phoenix, and she stared at it for a long time.
I'm tired, too tired. I can't do anything anymore.
Emperor Hongwen also stared at her, staring at her long drooping eyelashes, completely covering her eyes. Who knows what she was thinking? Suddenly she thought of the little girl - the little girl crying against the balsa wood.