Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, the sky is a year.

Ling Feng established the Celestial Dynasty and changed the era name to Shiyuan, and the sixty years of the first Yuan of the Celestial Dynasty was the first year of the Celestial Dynasty.

The Royal Palace, the Inner Courtyard.

On the rocking chair, an old man with white hair was lying quietly, surrounded by four or five children, holding books in their hands, reciting poems and songs.

"Goose goose goose."

"Song to the sky."

"White hair floating in green water."

"Anthurium plucks green waves."

......

I recited it over and over again, and after a while, when a child was mistaken, the old man lying on the rocking chair picked up the ring ruler and gently slapped the child's buttocks a few times: "Wrong, wrong, stop, stop..." ”

"Grandpa Huang, how are we carrying it?"

A chubby little fat man came over, pulled the old man's clothes and shouted.

Grandpa Huang?

Of course, Ling Feng, who dominates the world and dominates the world, time has passed, and sixty years have passed like lightning, which has made his immature body extremely old.

However, although his body looks very old, his eyes are still bright, especially when he is playing with children and grandchildren, he looks like an old naughty boy.

"What's the matter, you little fat man, you've got it all wrong."

Ling Feng's hand couldn't help but pinch the little fat man's face. It looked like he was blaming, but if he looked closely at Ling Feng's eyes, he would find that he was full of doting.

Bang bang ...

At this time, a woman with the same pale head walked in from outside the courtyard, wearing a phoenix crown and a phoenix robe.

"Que'er, you're here..."

"Husband."

Qin Que walked over and saluted Ling Feng.

This Qin Que is no longer Qin Que, not Qin Liang's own sister, when Qin Que was about to give birth, he died of blood, and then, the palace draft, actually selected a woman who was exactly the same as Qin Que, Ling Feng was a favorite, so he included it in the harem, and since then, he has also risen step by step, until the queen.

Since entering the palace, Qin Que and Qin Liang have always had a good relationship, so they worship as brother and sister.

With Qin Liang's support, coupled with Ling Feng's thoughts about his late wife all the time, Qin Liang naturally became the master of the harem and the mother of the world.

When Qin Que came, Ling Feng let all the children around him move freely.

Another rocking chair was moved, and Qin Que also lay on it.

"When it's okay, go to the sun and rest in the sun..."

"Hehe... What the husband said was... ”

The two talked, chatting casually.

It's not so much a small talk as a memory, reminiscing about the bits and pieces of the past.

However, the memories of the two are different, Qin Que's memories began when she entered the palace, while Ling Feng's memories started from the imperial capital, from the first time the two met the real Qin Que...

But Qin Que doesn't mind, he doesn't mind being a substitute.

Lying down, the two of them fell asleep and fell asleep unconsciously.

In the dream, the two seem to have become younger and come to a very special place, a place full of high-rise buildings, full of traffic, and unable to distinguish the way.

Earth!

Looking back on the past, everything is cloudy and smoke, and everything is back to the starting point!

(End of book.) ）

(I recommend the book "The Little Marquis of the Tang Dynasty" to live and farm, and if you like it, go to collect it; Introduction: Luo Yi crossed over and came to the Tang Dynasty more than a thousand years ago and became a descendant of Luo Cheng!

Although he is a little marquis, he has no intention of fame and fortune, nor does he want to learn martial arts, let alone get ahead, he just wants to live this life comfortably.

Bubble girls, make money, pretend to be forced...

Teach the princess to sing modern songs, teach the ministers to play chess, send the emperor's birthday cake, and all kinds of good poems at your fingertips!

Playing with Datang, Baiwei life, this is the prelude... ）