The kitten will also grow up, grow chubby, lazily bask in the sun all day long, and straighten its little thick legs. In the palace, you can lie anywhere, lie in the shade in the summer, and curl up by the charcoal basin in the winter.

Every day, holding it in my hand, snuggling in my arms, I leaned back in the chair, caressing its soft hair, sitting for a while, I seemed to see Hongyi when I was a child.

Looking at its fat body, I felt that the kitten had become a big cat, and the young crane had grown into a Hongyi. It's just that he is tall and thin, handsome, and more assertive, and his choice is correct.

It's just that I have too much of my own thoughts, and sometimes I'm a little paranoid.

Gradually, he grew to the age of sixteen.

But I always felt that the child was not mature enough or maybe, I just wanted him to be a child, and I always treated him as a child.

The next day.

There was a lot of discussion about the political affairs of the border land. With my brother at the border, I have nothing to worry about.

It's just that the 800 miles of urgent reports are sent into Tokyo in the early morning.

I knew what was going on outside the gate.

"General Shen Gujun Shen, besieged by heavy troops!"

My heart was tight, I was flustered, and I couldn't let them see anything. I wanted to ask them to transfer troops immediately, but the words changed but he said.

"What do you think?"

"The minister thought that he should send troops to help. It's just that...... General Shen, located in the general, I am afraid that he can only draw 50,000 troops. ”

I asked in no hurry.

"Tens of thousands of border gates?"

"Three hundred thousand."

"What about General Shen?"

"Only 50,000 left!" In an instant, I sat on the high platform, and there seemed to be something in my eyes that wanted to burst out.

His Majesty seemed to notice it, and glanced at me through the beaded curtain.

"Immediately issue an order, seal General Shen, be the Marquis of Wujun, and transfer 300,000 troops to help."

"Your Majesty! There is still a city to defend after the border pass, so it is better to transfer troops to defend the back city. ”

Hongyi glanced at Wang Xiang quietly.

"The first emperor issued an order to defend it! Where did you place Shen Qing? ”

The people in purple robes above the court took the lead in kneeling.

"The ministers ask the Queen Mother to return to power."

Vice Prime Minister Shen, who was standing aside, did not speak.

Above the court, at least half of the people knelt down in the blink of an eye.

"Your Majesty is an adult, and the ministers ask the Queen Mother to return to power."

I watched them silently, with no sorrow or joy in my heart.

"Well, I'll rest for a few days, and when Your Majesty is older, I'll do the crown salute."

"Minister......" The purple-robed Wang Xiang was ready to speak.

Shen Zhi stepped forward.

"Your Majesty! The minister is old and asks to resign and return to his home for retirement. ”

His Majesty looked at me slightly.

I looked at the trembling body, like a long-aged crooked locust tree, and a trace of sourness welled up in my heart.

"Get up, you're right."

This is the end of this little turmoil.

Maybe it's because I'm not virtuous enough, or maybe maybe they think Your Majesty is too young to be in control.

The begonia flowers in March and April are in full bloom, and they seem to be soft into the bottom of their hearts in the warm spring light.

I remembered that when I was in the house in the old year, the flowers in the garden were competing for beauty, and I thought of my mother, but I hadn't seen her for a long time.

Sitting in front of the bronze mirror, I looked at myself, and the charm in my eyebrows was very much like my mother.

Three thousand green silks were draped over his shoulders, and he accidentally caught a glimpse of the jet-black hair, with two more strands of white hair.

I was stunned, my heart shook, and thousands of sadness came to my heart almost instantly.

Is it old?

The acacia behind him seemed to notice and knelt on the ground.

"It's the slave's fault, it's the slave'...... and the slave's clumsiness"

I raised my hand to interrupt her.

Then look at the begonia flowers from the gap in the window, blooming charmingly beside the small lake, in the spring light, scorching reflection in the heart.

Yes, it's been ten years, and the begonia flowers in the house are also old.