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Xiao Yunjin saw that Fan Er lowered his head and was silent, the corners of his eyebrows moved slightly, and he turned around and raised his arms. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Fan Er understood, took a step forward, helped her up, and walked back to the hall.

The crowd followed behind, entering in an orderly manner.

Xiao Yunjin sat on the throne above.

"You all disperse, let the palace be quiet for a while."

Smiled slightly, to the crowd.

"Yes!"

When the people below heard this, they chattered and dispersed.

Fan Er stood beside Xiao Yunjin, smiling and serving, and did not quit.

"You go and get busy with yours, let Qiong'er come."

Xiao Yunjin turned his head, glanced at Fan Er with a smile, and said casually.

"Yes, the slave maid also has this intention."

The fan bowed down, respectful and submissive.

"Look up, let Hongu take another look at you."

Whisper.

"Yes!"

Answer softly.

Look up, slowly.

All eyes met, all laughing.

"That's good, that's good."

Xiao Yunjin said with a smile.

She and she both knew that their fate was coming to an end, about to end.

"Yes!"

Fan Er also smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Get up, let Qiong'er and Yao'er come in, you go and rest."

In this case, no matter how you listen to it, it is polite words.

For a while, Qiong'er and Yao'er, who were on the rise, were overjoyed and couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Outside the window, the old tree is still green and leafy, and it is at ease.

No one noticed that among the thick leaves, there was a gray old cat squinting, contemplative, and looking at the wind and grass below.

The Great Liao Emperor Yelu Longxu failed to see the newly rising sun again, and chose to die in his sleep.

Perhaps, only such a departure can make people remember forever that there was such a monarch.

In March, the eleventh year of Taiping (1031), Yelu Longxu was seriously ill.

On the first day of June, we will stop driving in the north of the Dafu River.

On the third day of the first month, he died in the palace at the age of 61 and reigned for a total of 49 years.

In the first year of Jingfu (1031), on the 28th day of the leap month, he was honored as the emperor of civil and military affairs, and the temple number was the Holy Sect.

In November, he was buried in the Qing Mausoleum.

On the third day of the sixth month of the eleventh year of Taiping (1031), the crown prince Yelu Zong Zhen succeeded to the throne and was Liao Xingzong.

On June 15, the world was amnesty, and the year name was changed to Gyeongbok.

Looking at the fake mourning in front of him, Xiao Yunjin was indifferent and silent, but his mind was spinning rapidly.

Such a scene, no matter how grand it is, even if it is ten thousand times more solemn, it will still be forgotten by people in the end.

Right now, the most important thing to consider is the living people.

"If it weren't for so many people, would I have cried a few times in a row? Emperor, Emperor, are you just gone? That's it! You're going too fast, and the pound you promised you is really empty! ”

Xiao Yunjin knelt in the second row of the line, thinking viciously, gritting her teeth and thinking, she hated.

The only and biggest regret in this life is that she is not from the main palace, and this matter is like a stone pressing on her heart, heavy, and it will roll down at the slightest touch.

"Now is a rare opportunity, not now, but when."

Thinking of this, Xiao Yunjin swept behind him with the peripheral light of his eyes.

Behind her, her brothers were already in the front row.

"This is the capital of the Hongu uprising! This palace wants to see what she can do to me! ”

Thinking of this, Xiao Yunjin suddenly wanted to laugh and wanted to laugh.