She shook her head and sat dejectedly on the chair. Only then did she realize that winter was cold and the leaves of some big trees outside the window had fallen out of the window, bare, leaving only branches shaking alone in the wind.
People can be buried together, but what about people and nature?
The endless crowds outside were busy, and they were preparing for the etiquette of the Queen's Ceremony. On one hand, there was glory before his death, and on the other hand, there was wealth after his death. He gave her everything a man could, even such a long life and three lifetimes torment.
, He also chose to let her accompany her, and everything follows her own wishes, rather than moral norms and political considerations and transactions by an emperor.
This time, he completely followed his emotions.
Just her?
Has he ever asked her if she was willing? As an emperor, this was not a problem at all.
When Tuoba Hong saw her dazed and looked at the bright lights and wine outside, he suddenly felt a vague ominous premonition: it seemed that it was a very ominous thing to mention the burial at this time.
It's really not worth it.
Especially before the Queen's Ceremony.
He hated that thing that was ignorant of the current affairs, so how could he choose such an opportunity to deliver it? He even forgot that this was actually an arrangement he made to please her.
However, he quickly waved away that terrible idea. He was a strong-willed person and never believed in the sayings of ghosts and gods. As long as he worked hard, his destiny could naturally be grasped.
Feng Miaolian began to go to bed early and get up early. Under Tuoba Hong's forced, she began to practice the Five Animal Play again. Gradually, her body began to recover and her face became rosy.
The relationship between husband and wife seems to be beginning to heal.
When the palace maids observe their words and expressions, they can see that the emperor and the empress can sometimes talk and laugh, just like the situation in the Standing Hall in the past. The days of surging undercurrents seem to have become a thing of the past.
Then, the Queen's Ceremony is about to begin.
On a sunny afternoon, a group of maids accompanied her for a walk.
The autumn wind was bleak, and she was huddled in front of the Yaoguang Temple. Her steps stopped in front of the door - it was said to be in front of the door, but in fact it was a long distance. She stood at a high place and could see the tip of the highest floor of the Yaoguang Temple.