It was a biting pain, but no matter how much pain it was, it was not as good as those gray past events.
Just like her gray hair.
At this time, in the sun, I can see how dull it is, losing the color of youth, just like a bird, slowly and silently aging.
He looked at her with pity.
"Fangfei...ah, stupid thing..."
His soft comfort almost angered her.
She raised her head and suddenly lost control, her eyes were blurred with tears. Her hand pinched his chest, suddenly stretched out, clenched into a fist, and beat him hard...
"Blame you, you blame me... you are all you... you are all you..." She cried whimperingly, snuggling hard at him like when she was a child.
"You lied to me, you have been cheating on me..."
The endless sad past, just like before, was like that, he pushed himself into the prosperous Moonlight Temple, and the result was years of confusion in the face of death - like a pig that ate well and grew fat-
—You clearly know that what you are waiting for is the fate of being massacred;
When he grew up, it was the same, the magnificent palace, but in a few years, he left and fled to death. Then, what he left for himself was endless pain and pressure...
She has never been so angry in her life and needs to vent her so much.
His chest was pounding and his hands were also vaguely hurt.
"It's all your fault... it's all your fault... it's all your fault... you've been lying to me... you never want to meet me... You're obviously dead, why haven't you died? Why?..."
Those fists, real, fell on his chest like a drum beat.
However, he still didn't care, just hugged her tighter. Her pounding hands also lost their strength. A woman who is no longer young doesn't even have the strength to last for tantrums.
His chin was against her hair, rubbing gently against the softness between her hair.
Finally, she was so tired that she lost all her strength and completely collapsed in his arms, not even crying, just like she died.
"Fangfei...poor Fangfei..."
His eyes became dimmer and more compassionate.
After a long time, she sobbed: "Your Majesty... I'm still scared... I don't know what to do... I'm too tired. Sometimes, I really don't want to go back to Pingcheng..."
After such a long time, Hong'er is less than ten years old.
He will be at least seventeen or eighteen years old when he can take power?
With such a long time and endless palace struggles, how can a woman stand up in and out?
His big hands gently stroked her tearful eyes.
Even the crying look has not changed, just like the weakness and powerlessness he was when he was a child.
"Fangfei, don't be afraid, I will help you... I have me, don't be afraid, don't be afraid of anything!"
I'm there! Don't be afraid of anything!
As if she had received the strongest support, her hazy tearful eyes suddenly opened, filled with a faint smile, and instantly became radiant: "Really? Really?"
He stared at her eyes: Oh, so big, so black eyes. Just like the magic of the night.
Really? Father, you didn’t lie to me, are you? This is her usual question, full of small doubts.
He was suddenly very excited, more eager than the lingering moments he had just passed - everything in the past, everything he lost in his life was quickly recovering - he lost and recovered!
A kind of pleasure that is lost and gained again!
His lips were completely against hers, "Little guy, don't be afraid... In the future, I will have me! I will definitely protect you! I will definitely..."
She quietly said, "There is Hong'er!"
When he said this, his face flushed and his breathing was uneven - the first time in front of him, such an admission - was filled with an unspeakable sense of shame.
How dare a woman who disagrees with this topic in front of her husband?
Even if he had already realized his mind.
But who is Hong'er? - grandson!
I gave birth to a grandson for my husband!
What's this?
Which man is willing to bear such humiliation?
He was silent.
She couldn't get the answer.
The air suddenly became so quiet, but the dust dancing in the sun's aperture had already set in the west--ah, the sun was also set in the west.
She didn't even dare to see his reaction.
Only the two of them had their heartbeats, dongdong, dongdong!
She was so ashamed afterwards - what was she doing? She begged him openly? She asked him to protect his son? She wanted him to protect his son and others?
She put her hand on his chest and quietly, quietly moved away.
It was completely unintentional.
His body also stood up slightly and began to lean from his arms.
Suddenly I really wanted to leave here, leave his arms, and leave this room...
However, when her hands just left his chest, he suddenly used force and tightly clamped her with both hands.
His voice was hoarse, "Silly thing...you are so stupid!"
Just this sentence, she once again burst into tears.
He hugged her tighter and pressed her ear: "I like Honger... I like it very much... I like it more than any son I used to..."
He could only say such words intermittently.
Others cannot be expressed at all.
Such a cute child, who is his own? He is also his closest relative.
This is not what I owe my son, but also a reward given by God.
Who can understand how much comfort and happiness it has brought to him after so many years of lonely years and the days when he was with Honger?
Her two miscarriages were his lifelong regret.
In my heart, quietly and subconsciously, I always think that it is my own child - I have always stubbornly thought that it is my own child - the child of the Tuoba family!
His own blood flows all over his body.
How many times have you dared to dislike him?
Isn’t it a joy to have always had comfort?
What's wrong with her?
What's wrong with Honger?
"Silly thing...I love Honger, just like I love you..."
Her face was pressed tightly against his chest, and tears wet his entire chest.
It was not until she cried happily that he stretched out his big hand, raised her head, wiped her tears, and smiled: "Silly thing, look, you are so stupid... Hong'er is better than you.
clever."
The fears and burdens that had been accumulated for a long time suddenly disappeared without a trace.
She wanted to laugh, but her smile was stiff, like crying.
It’s just that the body and mind are infinitely relaxed.
Her head drooped and lay completely in his arms.
At this time, the setting sun filled the whole room, and even the air was warm.
Luo Jia looked at the carved wooden window for a long time - as if it was a lucky place. Haha, every time she had a conflict with her, it was like this. Every time she reconciled, the relationship became deeper.
layer.
Nephrite is warm and fragrant, the sunset is warm.
Especially, her body was so thorough, without a trace of gap in his arms - more intimate than when she was closest.
The passion that just passed suddenly rekindled.
How can I be suppressed for so long?
No matter how much love is, it is not enough.
His breathing became rapid again.
She lay lazily, feeling warm all over, and without realizing that his big hands suddenly became so restless.
"little things……"
"Um."
"Little thing... why can't I believe I have this day..."
"oh.."
"Little thing...I hope to be with you every day in the future..."
She suddenly opened her eyes.
The sad thoughts went away in an instant.
Even his eyes became cunning.
"Little thing...we can never separate..."
His words were interrupted by her - completely blocked by her soft lips.
It was like pouring a huge pot of boiling oil onto the fire.
With a huh, the flames burst into pieces.
He suddenly hugged her.
She lay on the soft bed.
The scorching, unbearable scorching heat... swept through waves.
Just like his hoarse voice: "Little thing...I miss you...I think about you every day..."
So many sweet words that have been missing for a long time, those passions that are not enough... She was in his body, and she was happy without any intention, just enduring, which was enough to make him crazy...
She was crazy, too.
It is even more crazy than when he was in the palace and when he was in love in the past.
Life has never reached such a state.
She felt so relaxed under his weight - she suddenly turned over to him.
It was an unimaginable feeling--she suddenly laughed.
When you are crazy like that, you laugh happily.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty... I'm not afraid..."
He couldn't answer, and his whole body was like fishing it out of water.
The first time I saw her so arrogant and proactive, she was like a fairy in the dark night, full of infinite charm, and wanted to suck all the bones and blood of people.
Even the sound is ecstatic.
"Your Majesty... You are here... Haha, I'll leave it to you... I don't care... I'm so tired, I'm going to rest..."
She was rewarding him as if she was rewarding him.
At this moment, she is his queen.
Let him get supreme happiness—that he must give infinite loyalty—
He is the one who manages this world.
It was him who cultivated Honger.
It was him who dealt with those political enemies.
It was him who was going to suppress the ministers who were ready to move...
What do you want to do?
She thought carefully that she still had many interests, such as traveling around, playing in the mountains and rivers, various games, bronze ware and the secrets of the great master Fuxi... These were much easier than this later.
The Empress Dowager.
Where is Luo Jia?
Is he?
Madam, the emperor?
While thinking about these thoughts, she moved wildly.
He was almost crazy, but he heard her smile and gently: "Your Majesty... I thought of you... You call Mrs. Supreme Emperor!"
He completely collapsed, pulled her down and bit her collarbone...
"Your Majesty... I hate it, it hurts so much..."
He laughed: "Little thing, do you dare to talk nonsense..."
She giggled and dodged.
It's been so many years since the two of them laughed so happily.