In the dense forest of a few ancient trees, smoke fills the air.

The dense foliage is intricately intertwined and woven into a huge and dense web, and the golden rays of the sunlight are all blocked on the branches and leaves, and cannot penetrate into the forest.

A man dressed in white stood in front of a hill with his hands in his hands, and the dim light drowned out his long figure.

The slender phoenix eyes stared at the small hill without focus, and his gaze darkened little by little.

As long as you come here every year, it's like having a blunt knife to cut your heart.

The knuckled fingers were tightened into fists, and the eyes staring at that place seemed to be bottomless ancient wells, unable to set off the slightest wave.

"Your Majesty, the hour is almost up, it's time to go back."

Zhang Deming pressed his waist low, and his voice was very small.

Ye has been standing motionless here for a long time.

He came here once a year, and every year he was bound to get drunk when he returned.

When he came out just now, he had ordered the people in the imperial dining room to make decanting soup for his master after dark, which has been a practice for so many years and has not changed.

I'm really worried that if I can't get out of that incident, I will damage the dragon body.

"She's still here, I thought she wouldn't come again this year, she must have a bad conscience, she can't forget it for so many years, and don't want to forget ......it in the future."

The man's magnetic voice was slightly low, and his eyes were cold as he looked at the plates of delicate snacks placed in front of the hill.

She still remembers what the people who lie here like to eat.

This is her best dim sum, and the most fortunate thing in her life is that she will be able to do such a craft.

This craft helped her sit from a little show girl to the position of the queen mother.

The people lying here love to eat her snacks, but they can't eat them anymore......

"Your Majesty, some things have been in the past for a long time, it's time for you to let yourself go, after all, it was not your fault that incident."

Zhang Deming raised his eyes and glanced at his lonely figure.

The lord is in the world, sitting on the mountains and rivers of Beiling, even though he always looks majestic and dignified, but the bottom of his heart is filled with pain that no one can touch.

"If I hadn't ...... then"

The king, who was covered with desolation, did not finish his sentence.

He squatted down his slender body, and after flicking his sleeves heavily, the plates of pastries were instantly lifted far away into the col, and disappeared without a trace.

"If it weren't for these things, Jin'an wouldn't have died!"

The knobby fingers were clenched into fists, and the green tendons on the back of the hand bulged out one by one, like vines circling and intertwined.

The cold emanating from Junyi's body caused the temperature to drop suddenly for miles away.

Raising his eyes to look at the name on the tombstone, a thick killing intent flashed in his eyes.

If Jin'an didn't die like that, how could he not even be able to enter the imperial tomb!

Even though he is now the emperor who reigns over the world, he still can't move Jin'an's bones to the imperial tomb.

The resistance around him has not been cleared, and Jin'an will not be blind.

How can you bear to make Jin'an uncomfortable?

Zhang Deming watched that scene from a distance, and the nerves in his body were tense.

He held his breath and didn't dare to make a sound, the name that came out of the mouth of the Long Live Lord was the reverse scale of the master's life, and no one dared to mention it.

The incident nineteen years ago shocked the entire Beiling, and almost killed the master, at that time, the master was only a child less than six years old......