The women in the harem have amazing reproductive ability, and in forty years, thirty-three princes and twenty-eight princesses were born.

As soon as the emperor grew old, a new round of infighting began between the princes.

Feng Qianji was very embarrassed every time he saw his son kneeling on the ground in the palace, this reproductive combat power simply did not leave a way for ordinary people to live. In order to prevent his sons from fighting in a miasma and bleeding rivers, he threw his sons to various places as magistrates, even ordinary officials, and no one could expect any prominent status to rely on.

He inspected one son after another, and he was so tired that he was about to vomit blood, so he chose a man with both ability and political integrity. When he was too old to walk, his long black and silky flowing hair turned white into hay nests, and his beautiful big eyes were wrinkled, he lay on the hospital bed and ordered someone to move the bronze mirror in Huaiyu Palace to the bed.

The bronze mirror was smashed by him fifty years ago, and now it is even uglier than it can be seen. The prince knelt in front of his bed, and persuaded his father to stop looking at the bronze mirror, it was ugly, and it was simply hindering the health of his soul. In the long run, the psychological shadow area can cover the Dandu completely.

Feng Qianji didn't bother to pay attention to her son, staring directly at the bronze mirror, hoping to resurface Mei'er's little appearance. His life was gone, and he didn't even have the strength to use the magic to summon her, but he still managed to throw a trick and threw it on the mirror.

In the haze, he seemed to smell a fresh fragrance, like incense and fruit, like milk and flowers.

"Who...... Who smoked incense? Feng Qianji's throat was hoarse, and his eyes were already foggy.

The crown prince hurriedly said: "Father." And there is no one to incense. ”

"Don't you have a nose?!" Feng Qianji was about to get off the bed, but was hugged back by the prince and the eunuchs beside him.

"Father, take care of the dragon's body!"

"Your Majesty, take care of the dragon's body!"

"Dragon Dragon...... Body! ”

Feng Qianji was furious, and was about to shake off some ignorant people, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a shadow slightly rippling in the bronze mirror.

"Mei'er!"

What caught my eye was Mei'er wearing a red sacrificial robe, bright and fresh, brilliant and dazzling. There is no one in this world. More suitable than her for such an insolent and bright color.

Nine bright sunshine came out of the bronze mirror. With a bright smile, he leaned down and gently stroked his cheek: "Oh, why are you so old?" ”

Feng Qianji grinned. I don't know if it's crying or laughing. Muttering her name. I'm afraid it's just a dream. Fifty years of separation, with no news at all, he tried to convince himself. Forget about heaven and earth, but the relationship of time. As long as the time is long enough, as long as the days are busy enough, as long as he wants to, he can erase this ruthless and unrighteous stinky girl from his heart and wipe it out.

But he was wrong, very wrong.

"Okay, don't shout again, it's like a soul."

He didn't want her to be unhappy, so he immediately stopped his mouth, and his old hand held her hand tightly. She is the same as in the past, a thirteen-year-old little girl, with clear phoenix eyes, a delicate face, arrogant and presumptuous words, and a little demon-like person. It's the little girl he loved, but finally let go.

"Mei'er, accompany me ......"

No matter how vigorous and arrogant you are when you are young, when you grow old, your heart will always become fragile and old with your body. After all, he was reduced to begging for her company.

A little tear overflowed from his cloudy eyes, which she gently wiped away.

A sigh escaped from her lips, and Jiu Mingmei sat on the edge of the bed and leaned down. Thin, white fingertips ran across his face, and across his chest. He is too old and too old, his face is wrinkled, and his chest muscles, abdominal muscles, and biceps have turned into loose flesh early, and he is no longer in good shape as before.

Alas, it's a pity, it's a pity that she is a little distressed.

The red lips imprinted a pop on his lips, and seeing the joy on his face, she couldn't help but hold her cheeks and look at him for a moment. For her, 100,000 years is a long time, fifty years, but a scale on her skin is gone with a flick. But for him, 50 years is a lifetime.

His life is coming to an end, but he refuses to forget her.

The word love detains people's hearts, and it cannot be forgotten if it is not reincarnation.

"The wind is a thousand clouds."

"Mei'er."

Jiu Mingmei leaned into his ear, stretched out her little tongue, and gently licked his earlobe. Once upon a time, he always liked to lick her like this, as if it was delicious. But when I taste it now, it's not very sweet.

Feng Qianji stretched out her aging arms and tightly held her in her arms, as if she was holding the most precious treasure in the world.

Jiu Mingmei was stunned, and did not refuse, but stuck to his arms and gently listened to his heartbeat. His heart has become slow, weak, and vulnerable, and he no longer has the capital of a sissy, nor the capital of a strong man, just an ordinary mortal old man.

Jiu Mingmei's heart moved, and blurted out: "Reincarnation, don't forget me." ”

"Mei'er is not allowed, I will never forget."

"Not for eternity, but ...... Life after life! ”

A pot of sake, a wisp of warm incense, a red robe, and a bed of skin and meat......

Feng Qianji's body was cold, and he exhaled the last wisp of breath. He heard the courtiers and the people praise him, and heard the harem concubines cry for him. He is a good emperor, a good father, a good husband, and a good son of a mother, and he has gone through a life that a mortal should go. But his heart is still empty, and he can't grasp or hold the phrase "life after life".

"Mei'er...... Mei'er ...... Mei'er, where are you?! ”

He searched in the chaos, but once again lost sight of her.

"Here."

In the flash of day, Feng Qianji suddenly opened his eyes.

It's snowy and icy, but it's not cold. Jiu Mingmei knelt on the ice lake, dressed in a red sacrificial robe, and collided with the ice and snow in the sky with a strange and bewitching beauty. In his arms lay a handsome young man, his purple robe like smoke, his eyebrows handsome, and his body strong, completely different from the old posture of a moment ago.

The slender fingertips had already ruffled the man's bun on top of his head, leaving his long hair messily loose. And her fingertips shuttled and combed between his soft hair.

Is it a dream? Is it magical?

Feng Qianji saw Mei'er who was thinking about her in the twilight, and her joy suddenly shook her heart. But in the next moment, he sensed the treacherousness. He immediately got up and stroked his forehead, feeling a little drowsy.

"Hours?"

"There is still half a moment left before the ceremony of worshipping the heavens."

"Where?"

"Thousand Machines City."

"Why did you do that?!" Feng Qianji became more and more angry, "Mei'er, what do you want to try?" But if you want to know, I have always known everything, and you ...... "Mei'er, whom he loved with all his heart, stunned him with incense and took him captive to Qianji City to see his jokes!" (To be continued.) )