However, when she looked back, the sound of the wind, the sound of the birds, and the blood-red setting sun shone cruelly on the tombstone of Emperor Hongwen, just like his comfort-
Yes, maybe, he was comforting at this moment.
If you have a son like this, how can he not comfort him?
Even herself, there was a sense of comfort in her heart - a trembling cruel comfort - and even that complex mentality.
Even though she never thought she was from Emperor Hongwen, at least, she had so many friendships.
It was actually a little relaxed.
Relax for your emotions when you "stop the cliff".
Otherwise, why do you face the eyes of these two men?
son?
Emperor Hongwen!
Maybe it’s this tomb that makes people think so much?
Just like an invisible big net - his son, monitoring himself for him - guarding everything that should belong to him?
Her heart was in a mess.
The child pulled her forward tiredly.
"See the Queen Mother, meet your Majesty..."
Taoist priest with crane hair and a young face.
He had been stationed at the last pass before the tomb of Emperor Hongwen, chanting sutras and reliance. Beside him, he was following a group of Taoist priests. The little Taoist priest at the front attracted the attention of Fangfei and his son.
This little Taoist priest is as old as Honger, with a long and beautiful body, and a cute Yuxue. What is strange is his style. His every move is far beyond the elegance and calmness of his age, just like a banished immortal who came down from somewhere.
The listless Honger suddenly felt energetic and looked at him curiously: "What's your name?"
The little Taoist priest is neither humble nor arrogant, and his voice is very pleasant: "My name is Yejia."
Yejia!
Even Fangfei sighed: "There is such a beautiful child in this world. This is the first time I have seen him."
The Taoist Master Tongling also smiled: "This child has a lot of wisdom and is a disciple I have just taken away for a while."
The two children just looked at me and I saw you. Honger was particularly excited. He had never had any kind of playmates. Now that he saw this little Taoist priest, he was just a matchmaker.
However, when he wanted to say something, the Taoist priest had already led a group of Taoist priests down.
"Yejia...Yejia..."
He shouted quietly, and the little Taoist Ye Jia actually heard it. He turned around and looked at him quietly. His expression was still very dignified, and his extremely beautiful eyes blinked quietly.
The deep grass and trees behind them were rolling and sobbing in the wind.
There was only a dimness left in the sky.
The surroundings were very quiet, with only the lights of the tomb guardians, and they were faintly flashing around Emperor Hongwen's tomb.
Luo Jia came out in the dark and looked at the tomb--heartedly cut off.
Son, he chose to be with himself - even his death is next to his "grave" and stare at himself firmly. Is it fulfillment or for surveillance?
He held his heart and didn't know where such a faint pain came from. After so many years, he thought that all the pain had passed and everything was numb. Why did it start to rekindle again?
"Your Majesty...I'll wait for you...I'll wait for you..."
The sound was trembling, and it was shocked again and again in the heartstrings.
With longing, with passion - he longs for her! He longs for him more than she!
How long have you been in Beiwudang?
A Taoist priest who has no desires and no desires - but who can truly achieve no desires and no desires?
Eight years? Ten years? More than ten years?
Time is like flowing water. It would be fine if she didn't show up - but she was clearly there, clearly by her side. How could she pretend to be absent?
"Your Majesty...you wait for me...must wait..."
A slight smile appeared on his face. Yes, of course he had to wait.
Xuanwu Palace.
The cigarettes were still lingering after the funeral, and a cold and majestic atmosphere was revealed in the twilight.
Fangfei stopped and noticed that the child was holding his hand very coldly.
Before she could speak, the child raised his head first and said in a timid voice: "Empress Dowager, I want to go to Cining Palace tonight... OK?"
She stared at him in the twilight.
Orphans and widows.
He was already the official king of a country, and he had no protection from his father - but he did not even have the courage to live alone in Xuanwu Palace.
Many great principles require her to leave her son here. However, when she saw the rich blood in his eyes, and the excessive sorrow and fatigue that should not belong to the child, she suddenly couldn't help it.
, his heart softened, he took his hand and walked towards Cining Palace.
The child was so tired that he could only greet him a few words. He didn't even eat much, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Fangfei stood quietly beside his bed, watching him fall asleep before she could arrive at her room.
However, lying on the bed, I tossed and turned.
This Cining Palace has never been so empty.
Emperor Hongwen, he will never come again - no matter whether he is angry, struggle or kindness, he will never come. Everything he feared in the past will not appear.
But, this is not something gratifying. On the contrary, what about relying on?
My son didn't even dare to sleep alone.
Where is yourself?
A female person.
Is it really not necessary for any strong arms? Even if my son's vigilant gaze cannot stop the desire that suddenly surges in her heart - the attachment that is needed psychologically and the comfort that is needed in her body.
Who knows that a woman is so lonely for ten or twenty years?
After all, people are flesh and blood.
She didn't close her eyes all night.
Early the next morning, an edict was issued to let the psychic Taoist priest meet.
She met in Cining Palace and issued an order to continue to sign the Taoist priest as the protector of the country and give additional rewards; at the same time, she also named a Taoist priest as the guardian of the Dharma.
Hong'er was listening, and when she heard this "Dharma Protective King", she couldn't help but open her eyes curiously.
Even the Taoist Master Tong was stunned for a moment-but he quickly understood.
That is the no-precious Luo Jia—
Of course, Luo Jia would not appear here. However, Empress Dowager Feng gave him a title of "Dharma Protective King" - that is, from now on, he could enter and exit the palaces of Beiwudang at any time, or the palaces of Pingcheng.
He was more than ecstatic. After waiting for many years, he couldn't think of how Luo Jia had the opportunity to get in front of others. However, Empress Dowager Feng was in danger and gave such a legitimate title.
Dharma King!
Dharma King!
Yes, who is worthy of being king except him?
Everyone retreated.
Hong'er was puzzled and then asked Fangfei: "Empress Dowager, why should I be appointed as a Dharma King? Is he above the Taoist Master of the Spirit?"
Fangfei stared into his eyes, and felt willing to let go, and said calmly: "The Dharma King is the grandfather of the gods! No one is worthy of being this Dharma King except him! Hong'er, he will help us. Only he has enough skills to help us,
Take care of us…”
The child was speechless.
The vague fear in my heart suddenly emerged again.
He was stunned for a while, and suddenly said, "Empress Dowager, I want to see Grandpa God, can I?"
Fangfei was stunned, not knowing why he made such a suggestion. However, he nodded: "Yes."
The child asked: "When will I see it?"
Fangfei looked at his anxious face and was a little strange: "Hong'er, do you really want to see him immediately?"
"Yes, I really want to."
Fangfei nodded.
But the child refused to give up: "Empress Dowager, do you have to let the immortal grandfather be the Dharma King?"
Fangfei was very sure: "Yes, it must be him, no one else can do it!"
The Queen Mother's tone was too firm, and the child felt a little unhappy.
Why is it him?
The child hesitated for a moment, but there was nothing to do. He had not developed the habit of leaving a sentence in front of the queen mother, but his voice was a little low: "Mrs. Queen Mother, why can you see the fairy grandfather just by wanting to see the gods?"
"!!!"
The child raised his face and looked at her stubbornly. How did he come before? Grandpa of the God is so mysterious that he never meets any adults. Even if it is the queen mother, he will not avoid it. Even the two of them don't know each other at all.
Oh. When did the change start? Did the empress dowager fall off the cliff?
Since then, the god-god grandfather has stopped showing up and no matter how his father looks for it, he has been hiding.
The child even sensitively realized that the father began to become very uneasy and unhappy from then on, and even went to the imperial guards to personally...
If this were not the case, wouldn’t the father and emperor die so early?
Since the gods avoided their father everywhere, how could he and the Queen Mother be so familiar with each other? Why did the Queen Mother meet him when she wanted to see him?
Moreover, he actually became the Dharma King!
When he saw the Queen Mother, he kept stirring his hands, stirring them together with his hands very hard, and he mustered up the courage: "The Queen Mother... You said, why did the fairy grandfather suddenly meet you? He asked me to keep it a secret before, so he would not allow it.
I told anyone about him... That time, when you fell off the cliff, you didn't say that, didn't see him or know him?"
Fangfei slowly turned her head away and avoided his gaze.
I don't know how to answer.
It seemed like a deep shame in my heart. Yes, how did I say to my son? How did I tell him that Luo Jia is actually his biological grandfather?
He is his mother - Luo Jia is his grandfather, how can he settle this account?
There is also Emperor Hongwen who is separated by the middle.
It's a mess.
The child was going to ask, but when he saw the queen mother's eyes suddenly became so dim, and water droplets appeared in her eyes, faint.
He panicked, quietly grabbed Fangfei's hand, and timidly: "Empress Dowager, what's wrong with you?"
Fangfei couldn't stop him, so she hugged him, her voice choked: "Hong'er, you will understand when you grow up. You are still young now...you are too young..."
Shouldn't children know the truth?
The child was very confused, but he never continued to ask.
There was only a faint sense of anxiety in my heart, as if a quiet loss was moving closer to me. No matter how I objected, the Empress Dowager would also let the gods be the Dharma King!
This was not the case before. In the past, the Empress Dowager would tell herself everything and she would seriously consider her opinions.
Only this time did she not listen to any of her opinions at all.
The child was sensitively aware that that person must be very, very important in the heart of the empress dowager.
Is it more important than yourself?
——The Queen Mother, will the Queen Mother be the one who is alone in the future?
He suddenly felt very wronged. He had no father. Will the empress dowager be snatched away?
He suddenly hugged her waist.
Fangfei was stunned for a moment, touched his head, and said softly: "Hong'er, what's wrong?"
"Empress Dowager, Empress Dowager..." His voice also choked slightly, "Empress Dowager... There is no father anymore, Hong'er is the only one... Will you only love Hong'er and only like Hong'er in the future? I'm afraid
, You won’t like Honger so much…”
Fangfei was shocked and hugged him tightly: "Hong'er... You are always the most important thing, no one can compare to you! No one can compare to you!"
The child laughed as if he had received the promise, and then let her go and returned to Xuanwu Palace.
It was sunny all the time.
The mountain road was blown dry and white, with weeds on both sides growing, with strings of small red flowers blooming, purple flowers iris, plump soap acacia, and the freshness all over the mountains...
When the wind blows, the various herbs are filled with smell, fragrant and rich.
Fangfei pulled a handful of Baixian and held it in her hand. It was the season when the purple flowers were stringed up, as purple as pearl shells.
She took it to her mouth and blew it gently, the dried stamens were like willow catkins, floating and some were covered in her eyes.
It was a strange mood, so relaxed, like a little girl.
This is a forbidden area, so safe that no one can get here except her. Moreover, according to convention, the ministers of the Xianbei tribe have begun to return one after another. Only she leads the Imperial Army and Wang Su's army, and will leave after dealing with some things.
It's right.
Beiwudang has become so vast and so free.
Lost all the constraints and confinement.
Going further up, it is the highest ladder.
She stepped on the last step and stood under the huge ancient pineapple, looking down at the surroundings.
Halfway down the mountain, she was already guarded by the Imperial Guard. This made her feel safe.
It was a sense of security brought by the top of power - suddenly unlimited emotion.
That was a sense of security that she could not imagine when Emperor Hongwen was there - she didn't even have the courage to openly walk to this hut.
It was only after the Lu Tai mutiny that she truly controlled the army. However, the question of the candidates for Zong Zijun was still a big problem.
Deep in her heart, of course, she didn't want to continue to be mastered by the King of Jingzhao. Maybe the next mutiny is in front of her; however, she has always been suspicious about the specific appointment. This can only be selected from the Xianbei ministers, and must not be
Let the Han people take charge; however, after thinking about it, she could not think of a suitable candidate, absolutely credible and loyal!
Among those Xianbei ministers, who can become such a confidant?
Her mind filtered over and over again.
Not far away, a man stood at the door of the wooden house. The flowers and trees around were already in full bloom, and lush roses lingered, blooming with huge flowers.
He looked at the woman coming towards him. She was wearing a moon-white background and purple embroidered shirt, elegant and elegant. Even her hair bun changed her former outfit and looked not so gray.
Maybe it is the autumn sunshine, maybe it is these blooming roses, she looks bright and bright, and graceful all the way... She has carefully dressed up with cloudy temples and fragrant cheeks, and slender hands...
That is not the majestic Empress Dowager Feng!
No!
It’s Fangfei – it’s Fangfei from ten years ago!
Just an ordinary woman.
His heart suddenly became beating faster.
At this time, Fangfei raised her head, and when she saw the person waiting at his door, she was obviously stunned. She couldn't help but her heart beat faster--ah, it was him!
She almost ran over.
Running all the way.
He faced her in the flowers.
Because she ran too fast, her body hit the rose, and a layer of red petals fell, fluttering and sprinkling on her moon-white shirt...
Before she could stand firm, she was already pulled by him - she pulled her hard and almost instantly, he had pulled her into the room. The door creaked and closed it casually.
His body was pressed against the wooden door.
Her body was pressed into his arms, and he could clearly hear his heartbeat, dong dong, dong dong, like a drum pounding violently...
My mind was blank, and I only knew to hug his waist tightly - like in a dream, I waited for a long time, and finally I could hold his waist legitimately!
His waist is still so strong and wide, just like his figure and muscles.
There are no more people around, no surveillance, no gaze... There are no other people in this world.
His heart was surprisingly relaxed, but his breathing was so heavy that he hugged her and just gasped... His chest was like a ball of flame burning violently, but his body was very stiff.
His hands and feet were stiff and almost numb—for too long, too long—he almost forgot, forgetting what to do next…
Only his breathing sprinkled on her face like a fire, sprinkled on her raised gaze, and in her mouth... each other, breathing each other's breath...
She also forgot - under the conditions of no worries, she suddenly forgot what to do... and even forgot how they pleased each other many years ago...
My body trembled slightly, and was trembling with excitement.
It is unbearable because of waiting.
Behind it is the familiar room - a neat and beautiful big bed, a small flower blooming on the skylight, a variety of books... Everything is in order... that is evidence of his and her reconciliation back then.
It's also the starting point for a fresh start?
When the love is so strong, it is all full of fear.
Fangfei tiptoed, as excited as a little girl. She turned her head and wanted to see the little flower on her head... But, the tiptoe was suddenly pulled back by him, and suddenly, when she lowered her head, her lips had been sealed
live……
He is domineering and barbaric, full of a damp atmosphere... just like his forbearance for many years.
He was so fierce that he almost sucked her lips and tongue into his heart.
She wanted to fight back, but her body was already soft and climbed into his arms like a vine. Even his fierce heartbeat could not be heard, dizzy, and only knew how to accept...
The familiar feeling of communication suddenly came back.
The flames on his body were completely ignited.
His kiss goes on...
From the bright red lips to the slender neck... clearly, the seductive collarbone... that was the intensity that was not completed last time... he bit there gently.
Her body suddenly spasmed.
When it softened, it almost collapsed completely.
He hugged her firmly and stretched out his big hand.
Her moon-white shirt fell to the ground at some point... Just like his already impatient passion - even the bed near me, the mattress was neat and exuded a fresh and clean smell...
He hugged her around the waist, his lips firmly sealing her lips, not even breathing, and then gently placed her on the bed...