Luo Jia met again when he was 18 years old and the first time he met Luo Jia.
This is the same. He was anxious about many major events: temples, plagues, wars, and his son's illness... He was worried, reading memorials all day and night, working hard, but he couldn't suppress anything! He always stood like that
It seems that the whole person is full of endless power and is born to be relied upon by others.
My heart was like a needle prick, and my legs were sore and my stomach was full of soreness and could not say anything anymore.
It seemed as if the last portrait he left in this world scared her, which looked like his face.
Luo Jia, Emperor Hongwen, couldn't tell the difference for a moment.
Her eyes were sour and astringent, and for a moment, she couldn't help crying, as if the cinnabar mole on her heart was suddenly pierced by someone, and she dripped violently.
Emperor Hongwen had no idea of such emotions, fatigue, desires... the years of suffering and waiting for a man forbidden, as if he had reached a critical point and could no longer wait.
"Fangfei...Fangfei..."
Seeing that she didn't move, he got up and didn't drink, but the person was drunk: "Fangfei, we..."
She was suddenly hugged, but she didn't move, and didn't move at all.
"Fangfei...I want you...Fangfei..."
A warm feeling almost burned him up, hugging her hard, and with endless strength in his hand, she landed onto the bed.
"Fangfei...Fangfei..."
When the bullying comes up, his lips are already pressed on, hot and hot. The greater enthusiasm a man can have, the greater enthusiasm it bursts out.
She couldn't even come back to her senses in the chaos and sorrow. She just kept crying. She didn't know why she thought of him at this moment, obviously she shouldn't have!
It's been a long time, a long time!
I never thought of him again, never consulted him again, and even the psychic Taoist priest no longer struggled. He could do everything he could!