She frowned: "Good show? ”

I pursed my rose-red lips and didn't answer. But I looked at her in her eyes with an anticipation of appreciating the coming vaudeville, with ridicule and sympathy.

Chang Xi's eyelashes trembled twice, as if she had a bad premonition.

"Hurry up and close the stall, hurry up and close the stall!"

Suddenly, many soldiers with knives came out of the streets, and they were so fierce that the stall owners packed up their belongings and fled. After a while, the street pulled out a neat avenue, and Chang Xi and Mei'er were also squeezed into the crowd on the side of the street.

"Is anyone passing by?"

"The queen is happy to have a dragon son, this time, I'm afraid she is going to worship the heavens and worship the ancestors."

"It's also true, this emperor has never had an heir, and it is easy to get a child, so Empress Dowager Lu must pay more attention to it."

People point fingers and gossip.

Chang Xi stood in the crowd, motionless. Then he stiffly turned his head to look at me, the angry pupils. She clenched her fists hard, her bones protruding violently.

As if to say, did you do it on purpose?

Yes, I did mean to. But I didn't arrange this drama, I didn't have the ability to arrange historical events, I just came to watch such a heart-rending show on purpose.

I know that in the past few days, she has cried enough, and she doesn't want to be tortured by those memories like a female madwoman. Try to accept it, to be strong.

But the grievances of the previous life are not so easy to accept.

The emperor, the queen mother, and the empress, when they heard those who were closely entangled with her fate, all crushed her only self-control.

So, when she meets the enemy, lover, and relatives who ended her life in such a mood, what will she look like and what will she do?

I'm very much looking forward to it!

"Zhang Yan......"

She gritted her teeth and pronounced these two words, her lips pale from the cold wind.

The sharp-eared soldier glanced back at Chang Xi, who looked very much like a beggar asking for food. The soldier struck Chang Xi on the shoulder with the shaft of his spear.

"The name of the queen mother is what you can say!"

Chang Xi fell to the ground, shocking the eyebrows beside her, which attracted a disgusted look from many people, because she seemed to be just an ignorant and ugly woman.

There were more and more onlookers, and there were black crowds on the sides of the two avenues. Chang Xi knelt in it, wearing a gray-purple cloak, pulling the hood from her bun, waiting for the approaching car like everyone else.

"Heaven and earth are harmonious, yin and yang are in harmony, the queen gives birth to a prince, amnesties the world, and the road of sacrificing to the sky, so as to protect the people, seek the wind and rain of the Han Dynasty, and thousands of generations——"

Immediately led by Che Bao, the deacon and ceremonial officer held an edict named Liu Ying, which was actually a holy decree written by Lu Pheasant himself. The people knelt down one after another to pay respects, and the sound of long live the emperor and the queen was a thousand years old, which shook the streets of the entire Chang'an City.

Chang Xi couldn't spit out half a sentence, the prince that Wanmin said was her child who was pregnant for ten months, the queen she admired, her sister who treated her sincerely, and the emperor who shouted long live, was the husband she thought she could stay with for a lifetime.

I stood gracefully on the side of the street, looking down at Changxi's trembling face.

Approaching, approaching.

From Chang Xi's violently contracted pupils, it can be felt that those people are far away and terrifying, and now her, like the distance between heaven and earth, has been separated by several lifetimes.

Mei'er gently shook Chang Xi's shoulder: "Sister Xi, the queen is really a beauty!" ”