"Then let's talk it over again? I want to hear what you have to say, okay?"
The old emperor held her hand and shook it gently, just like a child.
Glancing at him helplessly, the queen nodded slightly.
"If it is increased by one point, it is too long; if it is reduced by one point, it is too short; if it is powdered, it is too white; if it is applied with vermilion, it is too red; its eyebrows are like green feathers, and its muscles are like white snow; its waist is like a bunch of silk, and its teeth are like shells; a beautiful smile confuses the sun.
In the old capital... there are no beauties in the world more than the one in front of me, I wonder whose girl it is?"
The emperor thought.
"Young disciple! Look at the sword!" She had a smile on her face, her lips were slightly parted, her slender fingers on her sleeves were pressed together, and she was making gestures like swords, making key points.
"I understand, it turns out you are the Queen of the General!" The emperor laughed loudly, very cheerfully and without any gloom.
Her eyes felt hot, and the queen also lowered her eyes, her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something.
"boom--"
"Kacha—boom—"
Several flashes of white lightning flashed outside the hall, followed by rolling thunder, as if a huge millstone was rolling over the roof.
The sound was thunderous, almost reaching the bottom of my heart, breaking the warmth and peace that originally floated in the hall.
The Queen originally wanted to say something, but gradually fell silent.
Breaking away from memories, he still had to face the present. The emperor pondered for a long time before sighing: "In a blink of an eye, I am also old. I just don't know how many years I have left."
The queen gently caressed her cheek. Although she had good skills in keeping her face, it still showed the vicissitudes of life.
"Human life is only a hundred years, it's just a short time. As a concubine, I can probably live for... ten or fifteen years."
She said a little uncertainly.
"You and I, husband and wife, live in the same quilt, and die in the same hole." The emperor's eyes were gentle, he coughed lightly a few times, and then asked:
"I've been distracted lately. I always think about what happened to us back then. At that time, we were young and wild, always greedy and forgetful about time... I don't know why, but I always want to come and see you."
"Have you resented me recently?"
Facing that sincere look, the Queen's eyes were filled with soreness, and tears were almost falling, but there was another thunderous sound, which shocked her.
Wake up...this old thief has eaten a fortune! He will continue to eat it!
Can't believe him!
Can't believe him!
It was as if she had just heard about Fu'er's death at that time, and screamed in her ears!
Never forgive him!
Never forgive him!
Like a bucket of ice water being poured down on her head, the queen lowered her eyes to cover up the complicated emotions in her eyes.
"I have nothing to ask for, except that my great-grandson will be in peace."
"well……"
The emperor seemed a little disappointed, but also seemed a little sober. He licked his lips a few times, and his expression gradually became cold.
What's wrong with me?
Is he possessed by a demon?
How do you feel, like you are back thirty years ago?
The emperor was a little confused.
Am I really old?
No!
I still want to live, keep living!
The rolling emotions in my heart were slowly eating away at my heart like insects.
He hardened his heart and suppressed everything.
I just want to live forever!
If I didn't love her and respect her, I would have been dead long ago. Why bother today? I can give you anything you ask for, but I can't agree to this!
Thinking of this, the emperor no longer had any thoughts of reminiscing about the past, and was even a little sad and aggrieved.
"I have something to do today, so I won't stay any longer... Queen, please rest early."
"I respectfully send you off to Your Majesty."
The queen was also speechless. There was a little bit of hope in her eyes, but then she gradually became gloomy.
After being sent out of the palace gate far away, the old emperor got on the carriage, looking very lonely.
At night, countless palace lanterns hang on the treetops, dancing with the wind and rain.
On a stormy night, in addition to the usual silence and loneliness in the deep palace, there is also a bit of ghostliness and ominousness.
The queen stood in the distance and stared for a long time. The chill gradually eroded her body and penetrated into her heart.
Some kind of clear and familiar intuition emerged in her heart.
bid farewell.
That familiar shadow was gradually getting farther and farther away, then gradually became transparent and seemed to disappear.
Tonight seems to be a farewell.
Only she could see it, and no one else, even Concubine Wu, would be able to see it in person.
Because she had bid farewell to him like this many times, especially at that time when Dazheng was not at peace.
Lowering her eyes, tears slowly rolled down her face. The queen now understood... that person back then was really completely dead.
He can never come back.
This farewell is an eternal farewell.
Even if we see each other again, we are just monarchs and ministers, and there is no friendship at all.
The queen seemed to be crying and laughing.
"You are so... so cruel..."
The heartbreaking pain made her so sad that she was speechless.
"I hate you."
The lightning flashed again, and amid the continuous thunder, the rain lines gradually became denser.
"Your Majesty, the storm is coming, please go back to the palace." The female official beside her held a lantern and was standing quietly. At this time, she finally urged the queen.
"I will be back soon..."
The queen's tone was as cold as ice, and she was choked with sobs. She stared at the sky for a moment before moving, but suddenly her body froze.
"Boom" There is a light and shadow in the distant sky, sweeping through countless electric lights, meandering and swimming.
Suddenly, it disappeared into the dark clouds and disappeared.
That’s—a dragon!
You can’t go wrong!
The dragon's horns, whiskers, scales, claws, and tail are bathed in bright and clear light, as dazzling as the sun, moon, and stars.
"Lord Long, please protect my great-grandson and have a smooth journey."
Suddenly, the queen seemed to have a strange feeling, her heart was filled with happiness, and she prayed silently.
"If your wish can be fulfilled, I will send orders to offer sacrifices at all times, and the incense will never stop."
High in the sky, billowing black clouds were blown forward by strong winds.
The dragon's body is as white as jade, swimming freely in the sea of clouds.
Suddenly, in the bright light, the dragon body condensed, shaking its head.
"Strange, is there someone talking down there?"
She suddenly glanced down.
Wisps of light appeared, gathering in the size of a palm, like smoke, mist and clouds, churning and changing, revealing a thin dark yellow color.
"...I send orders to offer sacrifices at all times, and the incense smoke is endless."
"The water of the Yangtze River is there and the Yellow River is endless. I will never break my promise."
Blinking, she felt the source of the aura and understood.
"She is the queen of the world!"
She said she wanted to offer sacrifices and asked for my protection...
"Does big brother know?"
One person and one dragon have a mysterious and mysterious connection. Even when traveling high in the sky, the little dragon can still feel the connection from his elder brother.
Getting closer, getting closer, this is a very critical area, should I hover over this big city for a day and a night?
She stretched out her hand a little, and a dim stream of light, wrapped in water vapor, fell below.
"Just give it an efficacious effect."
The heavy clouds enveloped the young dragon and quickly disappeared into the sea of clouds.
"Walking dragon, walking dragon, whoever disturbs will be drowned..."
The whispering sound was submerged in the rolling thunder, wind and rain, but it was a little more domineering.
Pushing the clouds for thousands of miles, moving clouds and spreading rain, the young dragon gradually became clear.
What this practice is about is the rolling momentum, an irresistible force - if there is resistance, it will be extinguished, crushed, and submerged.