The little emperor was also infected by this atmosphere and suddenly became very excited.
He watched helplessly as his father, the emperor, fought hard. This was the first time he realized the meaning of war - even though he was still at the rear, he had seen with his own eyes how the royal army set off in a mighty manner.
There was a tremor in the palace.
The concubines were all so uneasy and talked a lot: The emperor will go on a personal expedition.
Once we leave now, when will we see each other again?
Everyone couldn't bear it anymore.
Some people even wanted to go to the Empress Dowager Feng together, hoping to plead with the Empress Dowager to keep the Supreme Emperor and prevent all this from happening.
However, their joint signature came to an abrupt end when they reached Concubine Mi.
At this time, Concubine Mi was already Concubine Mi.
Got an upgrade all at once.
Of course I know the responsibilities and burdens I bear at this time.
——In fact, it is not a heavy burden, but there is no heavy burden at all—it is just a group of wealthy and idle people in the palace.
Therefore, when she saw another group of wealthy and idle people trying to lobby the Queen Mother Feng, she neither supported nor participated in it, nor stopped them.
Who are these people?
They are all human beings.
If you don’t dare to come forward to see Concubine Mi, who would be willing to go?
After everyone discussed it intensively for a while, the birds and beasts dispersed.
Emperor Hongwen held his son in his arms and looked radiant.
Even when the father and son entered the palace of the Queen Mother, their smiles brightened.
Fangfei stood at the door and saw them from a distance.
At this time, it is the best time of spring. All the leaves in the palace have sprouted and become green. There is a cool breeze, the sun is bright, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.
She even saw that the flower trees—the flower trees from the ancient Yan Kingdom—were all lush and lush, and gradually developed lush buds and blossomed into profuse flowers.
These trees are in bloom.
After planting for more than 20 years, it finally bloomed?
She stood under the flower tree, broke off a flower branch, and held it in her hand.
On this day, she changed into a set of clothes, which were brightly colored, but still dignified. Her hair was dark and piled on the back of her head, and was only fixed with a hairpin, without using any jewelry.
Emperor Hongwen saw her from a distance and slowly stopped.
Tonight or later, time flies by.
It's like the back garden of the Prince's Mansion.
Just like that spotless white girl.
Blue robe, red as a flower.
Even the laughter revealed a light floral fragrance.
He was slightly in a trance.
When he saw her eyes, he looked over.
He wears light armor.
Sweeping away the morbidity of the past, he became so majestic and majestic - was it the armor that made him so majestic?
Is it the tone of going out for battle that makes him so tall?
Or, is it his bloodline?
The kind of blood that keeps flowing from our ancestors?
This majesty made his color deepen - in almost all her life, she had never seen him so majestic, majestic, bright and heroic.
Men in military uniforms always look like this?
She was suddenly startled, and suddenly understood who this was——
This is Luojia!
This is Luo Jia from more than twenty years ago!
Wearing a green silk crown and a huge gemstone ring - like a huge flower tree.
She had never seen a man so handsome before.
Luo Jia, Prince, she can't see clearly.
I could only vaguely hear my son's voice: "The Queen Mother...The Queen Mother..."
This voice still couldn't bring her back from the hallucination.
Until he rushed up and hugged her arm.
The child has grown taller again.
At this time, she no longer had the strength to hold him up, so she could only hold his hand and look at Emperor Hongwen.
Emperor Hongwen was holding a big sword.
That was the command sword that the king of the Northern Kingdom would take with him when he went on an expedition.
She's seen it.
Luojia never leaves.
Passed down from his ancestors.
Now, it is in the hands of Emperor Hongwen again.
She suddenly wanted to reach out and touch the knife.
But, she didn't.
She looked solemn and felt empty inside.
Emperor Hongwen's voice was so soft: "Fangfei, look, this flower tree is blooming... I didn't know it could bloom before."
He casually broke off a nice and bright branch with large buds and dense clusters of flowers and gave it to her.
All flowers, almost no leaves.
red flower.
Almost the same as her face.
She held it in her hand, and a gust of wind blew, and the petals fell one after another, from the trees, from the forest... falling all over her head and face.
Emperor Hongwen's gaze did not change at all.
Her gaze didn't change either.
Staring at each other under the flower tree - Fang understands:
The slanting light pulses slowly, and many days have passed by this kind of gaze.
Just like this flower, it only blooms for one season.
Soon, it declined.
He was unspeakably excited.
She was in terrible pain.
The child stood among them in amazement.
No one wants to avoid him.
He doesn't need to avoid it.
Because he is the best culmination of the two of them——
No matter how turbulent these years have been.
She has this son after all.
He finally had this son.
The country is stable and the world is stable——
He suddenly smiled and was very pleased: "Fangfei, I have to work hard for you."
Her eyes were wet, but she couldn't cry.
On the eve of a battle, women should not shed tears.
Many years ago, when Luojia went on an expedition, she never cried. This was an ominous sign.
So, I couldn't shed tears.
He suddenly reached out his hand and held her tightly.
She also held him tightly.
His voice was hoarse and he put it close to her ear, almost hugging her and her son: "Fangfei, I have been very happy these days. I have never been so happy in my life..."
Yes, what kind of life has he been living this month?
Every day the flowers come before the moon and the moon falls below, and I stay here every day.
Even though we didn’t say anything, those days when we sat opposite each other, those nights when we had meals together, mornings and evenings... those days when we walked together...
All is enough.
One month is a lifetime.
During this month, she did her best to care about him, be considerate of him, treat his illness, nourish his body, speak softly, ignore any government affairs, and concentrate on being just like a woman.
Just who and what a woman does.
This was the culmination of his dream.
The feeling of family formed by wife and children, the closeness of flesh and blood.
Ignore anyone's gaze.
Not afraid of the censure of the world.
There was even no rebuke from the father’s soul.
Everything is so good.
Just like this, the table is placed under the flower tree.
A few glasses of light wine, seven or eight side dishes, sweet sweets, seasonal fruits and vegetables... It's as beautiful as the spring with flowers in full bloom.
He sat down, feeling so comfortable, with his wife and children beside him.
He didn't even notice the petals falling on his helmet layer by layer. He just got interested and picked some up casually and threw them into his wine glass.
The child was chirping, immersed in the happiest days of his life - he didn't know that this was also the happiest time of his life - after that, he lost his father's cover and no support, and became an orphan.
Mother, how difficult it will be to intimidate the world for the rest of your life.
He enjoys the time that belongs to children.
Emperor Hongwen, let him go and let him enjoy it.
Just like what he taught him this month.
So many written down experiences and secret letters.
How to use and guard against ministers...
He is meticulous and has never been so serious.
He became the best teacher.
He wished he could give everything to his son——
Give it to her too.
Because, when I think of "orphans and widowed mothers", it is so heartbreaking - the two people who are helpless, the loneliest and the most difficult.
She raised a glass of wine: "Your Majesty, I wish you a triumphant return this time."
The child also raised his glass: "Father, I also wish you a triumphant return."
He laughed loudly: "Yes. I will definitely come. As long as I think that you are waiting for me, I will return in triumph."
Have a glass of wine.
My stomach burned.
His face was glowing red, his expression was radiant, and his eyes were brighter than ever before: "Fangfei, from now on, Beiguo can only rely on you. No matter what you want to do or what you want to promote, you can let go and do whatever you want.
Just for sex. I believe you..."
She couldn't answer, couldn't answer.
In the past, everything was about him.
Whether it's success or failure.
There will always be him.
What now?
Do you still have any way out?
No more - when you are completely defeated, who can stand behind you?
She felt that the wine glass in her hand was as heavy as a stone.
Biluojia's last words before his death were even more overwhelming.
This night is so long.
This night is so short.
Emperor Hongwen never left.
He stayed in the Queen Mother's palace.
Even when his son fell asleep, he didn't leave - he just carried him to Fang Fei's bed and covered him with a quilt.
Fang Fei was seen sitting next to the table, in a trance.
He walked over with a gentle smile: "Fangfei, let's play a game of chess, okay?"
She nodded.
The chessboard is laid out.
She was distraught.
Every game is a loss.
He quietly gave her one son, then two; she still lost.
Finally, she won a round, with the same smile on her face as Hong'er did at the beginning - but she didn't know that he had already given up to his third son.
He was also smiling, watching her suddenly become so young and lively.
Her voice was surprisingly gentle: "Your Majesty, please rest for a while. I won't see you off tomorrow morning."
He readily agreed and lay on her bed with his son.
Get up at dawn.
He was full of energy and turned over.
She had already been by his side, dressing him up.