Chapter 410: I Was a Salted Fish in the Cold Palace (53)

The person lying on the bed did not speak, only reached out and patted her hand comfortingly.

Xi Shi cried out of breath.

If it weren't for her, how could she be willing to return to this imperial city?

Xi Shi only complained about why he didn't hit his head and die at that time.

As if to understand her thoughts, the little general finally opened his mouth.

"I don't blame you, even if you weren't taken away, he wouldn't let me go."

Hearing her say this, Xi Shi felt more and more guilty in his heart.

endured the grief in his heart, and served her well.

In winter, when the weather began to turn cold, the injury on the little general's foot finally healed.

She sat up from the bed alone and tried to walk with her feet, but as soon as her feet touched the ground, she fell to the ground.

The little general lay on the ground, and the cold stone bricks transmitted the chill into her body, as if it was about to freeze her blood.

She couldn't walk anymore.

But obviously she used to ride a horse very well.

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As the New Year approached, Ning Chi's holy decree and the queen's Xia Phi arrived together.

He really did what he said and made her queen.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs could see that the Holy Lord attached great importance to this queen mother, so they also worked hard to do a good job in the ceremony after the sealing.

The palace was also lively for a while, with lights everywhere and red double happiness plastered.

It's just that she is not in good health, and her legs and feet are inconvenient, and the ceremony after the closure is finally simple.

finally got her completely, Ning Chi granted amnesty to the world, the whole world was happy, and restaurants everywhere began to sing the praises of the love between the emperor and the queen.

But only the two of them know that there is no love.

One is forced to be helpless, and the other is to take it by force.

According to the custom, the emperor should stay with the queen for one night on the night of the ceremony, just like a folk couple entering the cave room.

But by the time Ning Chi returned to the new house after finishing everything, his queen had already fallen asleep quietly on the bed.

Ning Chi's heart was unimaginable.

It's his.

From now on, as long as there is his name in history, there will also be her name.

For generations to come, the names of Ning Chi and Wen Shijiu will be next to each other, and they will never be separated.

Ning Chi thought so, walked to the bed, leaned down and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

He was full of affection for this kiss, but when he sat up straight after the kiss, he saw that she was awake, and looked at him with a pair of numb eyes that had no emotion, and said nothing.

The smile on Ning Chi's face paused.

After a moment, he gently took her into his arms and gently removed her clothes.

When the two met, the people under them still didn't react at all, and let him toss.

Ning Chi moved gently, and whispered in her ear when she was emotional: "Wanton wine, I will definitely be good to you in the future." ”

He wants to give her the best in this world, and if she wants it, he will satisfy her.

Ning Chi also wants to be the Ming Jun she admires the most, and work hard to make the world peaceful.

He wants to spend the rest of his life with her, so that the history books will write the story of their love.

The people under Ning Chi were weakly resting their legs on his shoulders, and there were obvious scars on their ankles, which looked extremely ugly.

The hollow-eyed little general still didn't say anything, just stared blankly at the beam, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Festive red candles emit warm yellow light and sprinkle the whole room.

It snowed a lot outside the window, and the snowflakes covered all the dirt and gloom in the world, leaving only a seemingly clean ground.