Winter snow is falling, and the whole world is covered in silver.

Hua Rong stood on the star-picking tower, dressed in black and red palace clothes.

She stared at a certain point in the void, fascinated.

Xin Yuan behind her reminded: "Queen, it's time to go back to the palace for dinner." ”

Hua Rong sighed and reached out to shake it into the void.

Can't break free.

The black mysterious power seemed to bind her.

She can't do without this harem.

It's like, this country that deserves to die, or it has to die.

"Let's go back."

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【……+1、+1、+1……】

Di Bing smiled bitterly.

He himself didn't expect that his resentment towards Gongsun Ming would be so great.

If you continue to add it like this, you will one day reach the value where you want to come true.

"But the kingdom is going to die."

It's not that Di Bing hasn't worked hard, or that he's been working hard.

However, there is no way, Western merchants have been weak for a long time, and they have long been riddled with holes, and the people are full of grievances.

It's just that he still hasn't given up, and he hasn't thought about giving up.

He stood up and headed in the direction of the Chuyang Palace.

With a sense of apprehension, he walked into the palace where he had not set foot for a long time.

The moment he walked in, he smelled a certain scent.

When I looked up, I found that on the windowsill of Chuyang Palace, there were pots of small purple-red flowers.

He remembered this flower, the one she had suddenly fallen in love with more than a year ago.

He didn't know it, but she said, "This flower is called lilac."

Inch by inch, light fragrance.

It is for cloves.

He stood by the windowsill, looking a little distracted.

"Your Majesty."

Hua Rong stood at the door for a long time before he spoke in a low voice.

Di Bing turned his head when he heard the sound and smiled at Hua Rong.

The distance between the two is not far, but the atmosphere is just right.

It's a rare calm when the two get along.

Hua Rong took the lead in walking to the window and kneeling down on the futon, and poured a pot of tea for Di Bing.

"Your Majesty, please be seated."

Maybe it was because there was no mechanical electric sound in his mind, and Di Bing was a little more comfortable.

He knelt opposite Hua Rong, with only a low table between the two.

"Widow...... It's been a long time since I've been like this with the Queen. ”

It's been two hundred and twenty-nine days since the last time.

"yes." Hua Rong's voice was clear and clear, a little less cold, "The king is always impatient to stay with his concubines. ”

Hua Rong didn't mean to blame Di Bing, she was born to get along with men.

Or maybe I don't have that mind.

Emperor Bing's eyes floated, with shallow ripples.

"The widow is just ...... Timidity. ”

After hesitating for a long time, Di Bing finally said what he had always wanted to say.

He looked at Hua Rong, his speech was clear, and the words were in his ears: "The widow likes you, but he knows that you belong to his heart, so he doesn't dare to approach." When you get closer, you are afraid that you will find out the mind of the widow, so you can only speak ill of each other. ”

"Glory, widowhood...... The widow is always at a loss in front of you. ”

Di Bing's hand holding the teacup was pale.

Hua Rong's gaze fell on those hands, which were as slender as a woman.

But Hua Rongque knew that it was a bow and a sword.

Just like himself, even if he doesn't want to get this throne.

After becoming king, he was also diligent every day.

Hua Rong didn't know what Ming Jun was like, but he knew that Di Bing was a competent king.

Hua Rong stood up and walked behind him, the whole person hugged him from behind, and where his left hand touched his chest.

"The king is fond of concubines?"

Di Bing's heart was beating fast, and his brain was dizzy.

Near.

It's close.

He had never been so close to Rong Rong.

He didn't dare to move, for fear it was a dream.

"Well, the widow...... The widow loves you. ”

Feeling the person behind him hug him a little harder, he seemed to be encouraged, and continued: "When the widow was eighteen years old, he already loved you. ”

Many times, Di Bing wanted to forget the words before the girl pushed him into the water.

Because only then will I not think about her.

"I overheard what the Grand Prince and the guards were saying, they wanted you to fall overboard and die. Listen, I'll push you into the water next, and then you'll be back in the palace. Don't worry, I'll save you. ”

However, there are some things that he cannot forget.

The sun was strong that day, the water was cold, but her smile was warm.

Hua Rong felt the temperature of his heart, and suddenly lost interest in taking his heart.

She let go of him, walked to the windowsill, and stroked the delicate but not weak lilac.

"The concubine was only ten years old at that time."

Di Bing was a little embarrassed.

He also stood up, and compared to the irritability he had when he was up, his whole body was much lighter at this time.

He stood beside her, an arm's length apart.

"Rongrong, I'm going to become the king of the dead country."

He said this sentence very lightly, which caused Hua Rong to look at him.

"yes, I know." Hua Rong also replied lightly.

The two of them stood like this, silent but not embarrassed.

The wind blows, stirring the cloves on the windowsill, bringing a faint fragrance.

Outside the window is the back garden of Zhengyang Palace, and a swing made by Xin Yuan swings a few times with the wind, and the arc is not large.

A few large trees are towering to the sky, and when the wind blows, it shakes off the snow.

Like other palaces, Zhengyang Palace also ushered in winter.

Except for the cloves that are still blooming on the windowsill.

Di Bing took a deep breath, his nose was a little cold, and the black velvet around his neck was soft.

"But I still want to do something, even if it'...... Unworthy. ”

Hua Rong looked sideways at him.

He was only twenty-four, and he was still very young.

However, there are traces in the center of his eyebrows, and it is not difficult to see that he often frowns.

"Well, let's do it."

Di Bing was like a child who had been praised, and showed a big smile.

The narrow Danfeng eyes narrowed slightly, but they could see that they were as clear as newborns.

He turned around, and when he walked to the door of the temple, he said, "I'm so busy next, don't come to me." ”

Hua Rong didn't look back, his tone was still light: "Well, I'm not going to look for you." ”

Di Bing didn't laugh this time.

He glanced at Hua Rong deeply and walked towards the outside of the hall, this time without looking back.

Hua Rong stretched out his hand and caught the falling snowflakes: "It's snowing again." ”

She turned around and said to Xin Yuan, who came in: "Let's eat, I'm so hungry." ”

Di Bing did not return to the Dengfeng Palace, but went to the Zhengming Palace.

When he went, he had the courtiers of the auspicious convening already waiting there.

They were all young, humble, and respectful when they saw Di Bing.

However, except for a few of them, their waists were hooked very low, and there was a flattery on their faces that was not obvious, but had begun to take shape.

Di Bing looked at them and sighed.

These are all people he has cultivated in the past three years after going through many obstacles and difficulties.

They all have one characteristic.

Born in a humble family.

Emperor Bing knew that the long-standing weakness of Western merchants was the main reason for their demise.

But the hereditary system of recklessness is the root of its demise.

Poor people are born low to nobles.

The aristocratic people regard the poor as cats and dogs.

However, there are different types of people in life.

Why don't you give them a chance to change their fate?

Princes and generals, would you rather have a kind?

He knew that his decision to reform now would not change anything, and would even hasten the demise of Western businessmen.

But he still had to do it.

I don't want to succeed, I just hope to plant a seed in the hearts of future generations.

A seed of hope!

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