Nie Fenghua sat in the Ganlu Hall and waited for her husband to return, her joy not only came from the earth-shaking mountain shouting outside, but also from the ......

She laughed, gently flicking the veil that hung over her face.

Later, she would take it off, and then wait to see his surprised and surprised expression.

Do you want to laugh just thinking about it?

Nie Fenghua couldn't help but laugh again.

In order to cure his injuries and to allow him to reach the pinnacle of power, she delayed the treatment of her cheek, so much so that it took ten years to completely heal her face.

Just happened to meet him after the triumphant battle of the last battle, tomorrow, he will ascend the throne as the emperor, will take her hand, and announce to the world that she will be the queen of the world.

And he said that he would only have one queen.

If she said such sweet words, she still felt at ease, how could she not believe it?

Therefore, when she suddenly remembered that the wound on her face had indeed reached the point where it had to be treated, such an ugly cheek would embarrass him.

Although she is a surgeon who traveled back in the 21st century, she doesn't have much extravagance in this life, she just wants to get married, marry and teach children.

She felt that God was really right to send her to this era, except for the system that men can have three wives and four concubines, which she didn't like, everything else met her requirements.

She just wants to find a man to live a good life, and then support each other until she is old.

Unexpectedly, the man she married was a very ambitious man.

But what does it matter?

She just helped him.

What she wants to do most in her life is to help her, and now she has finally achieved it.

Anyway, the man promised her a couple for the rest of her life, so it was enough.

She did not hesitate to help him, help him, and finally watched him sit on the throne that everyone looked up to, and she was even happier than him.

"Niangniang, the emperor is in court." The ceremony is just a formality, in fact, Xiao Qi has long been the de facto emperor, just one less ceremony.

The queen's dress is ready, it was a little big when she tried it on last time, but he immediately asked people to modify it, saying that she could get it today, but even if it is a little bigger, it doesn't matter, she can still wear it, she is emaciated, because the miscarriage six years ago was not well conditioned to send information to her husband, and her health has not been very good, but this does not affect them to have another child.

It's just that Xiao Qi said that their great cause has not been accomplished, and giving birth to a child is also in troubled times, which is not good.

She agreed, because she felt that it was only a matter of time before a man like Xiao Qi became a great career, and she was still young, and she was only twenty-four years old this year.

In the 21st century, there are many people who are not married at this age.

With the sound of footsteps, her husband walked in.

Xiao Qi, who is not yet thirty years old this year, has a slender and upright figure, a resolute and handsome face, and a masculinity that countless women admire.

This man is her husband, her husband alone.

"Xiao, are you back?" She used to take his hand, and it was unusually submissive, and every time she saw him, there was only one him in her eyes, and as for the other attendants and the like, it seemed to her that there was nothing in her eyes.

Xiao Qi glanced at her, the gentle smile in his memory was replaced by coldness, and he slowly withdrew his hand.

Nie Fenghua was a little stunned, and then he heard a delicate voice beside him: "Sister, every time you see Xiao, you can't see the other people around him." ”

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