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This was the only thing she asked of Ye Jia.

Selfish, shameless, damned 'female'.

……

The room was very quiet, only her trembling hands, the secret letter she was holding, and there was no wind, but there was a rustling sound, thrilling, unbearable to see.

She hung her head, discerning—not for herself, but confessing her own crimes, confessing to all these 'private' feelings, including the negative feelings towards another man, and exploiting—because he loved her, so that she could use him to the fullest.

Falling in love with someone is a terrible thing, and it gives them the opportunity to hurt you with impunity. For this reason, you have to do your best to endure, even if you hurt yourself to the point of blood, there is no place to escape.

Just like the secret letter she controlled, and even the holy decree he secretly wrote in his arms—on the one hand, a rotten 'flesh' tumor that he intentionally or unintentionally wanted to dig out of her heart, and on the other hand, the only remedy he left him to save his life—who was ruthless and who was the most merciful? How can all of this be distinguished?

All around, there was a deathly silence.

The secret decree of the 'chest' was pressed on her heart like a mountain, and for a long time, Feng Miaolian felt that she couldn't breathe. Finally, she raised her head and met the dark, strange, and indescribably complex gaze on the 'bed'—heh, that was Hong'er's gaze.

At this moment, the young man of the year suddenly came back to life - he was like walking in the mountains and rivers of Beiwudang, under the thousand-year-old pines outside the Xuanwu Palace, in the wild 'flowers' by the Yinyue Lake, and under the golden apple trees all over the mountains...... In those days when the Queen Mother was a little relaxed, he was like this, occasionally reading and wandering, occasionally in a mood, occasionally singing poems with them, and chanting to each other......

At that time, the 'flower' was under the moon.

At that time, they were all carefree teenagers, there was not a single stain in their lives, and the relationship between them was not dusty...... There is only a pair of childhood sweethearts, and they think that falling in love with each other is a lifelong thing......

Even Ye Jia-

He's also far, far away.

He is the loneliness of the ancient Buddha and the green lamp; He is a gentle and drizzly outpouring; He is the untainted past; He is a 'spring' dream in Beiwudang......

It's a pity that no one wants to forget him completely—she doesn't dare; He would not; Peng Cheng, Xianyang, Feng Miaozhi and others...... They are not reconciled...... So they pulled him out thousands of miles; Pull him back from the footsteps of Beiwudang alive, let him stand under the sun, and accept the judgment of the heart.

also let him break the relationship between him and her that he and she had finally recovered, and since then, it has been torn to pieces.

Feng Miaolian bit her lip slightly, and her eyes showed a hint of shameless discouragement - if after she became the queen, no one would mention Ye Jia again, how good would it be? ?

If it had been!

"On the day I take you back to the palace, I should have killed Ye Jia."

She was horrified, her eyes wide. Who's talking here? Who is it? Why didn't you see your lips move, only a pair of eyes that showed infinite disappointment and disappointment?

"On the day I made you queen, I should have killed Ye Jia!"

She took a step back, leaning against the wall, barely letting herself fall. He was not shocked, but only shocked by the terrible fragility and despair in his eyes—like the passage of time, like that wordless tombstone. Some love, no regrets - is that?

His dead face began to turn red, and on the top of his head, it was as if there were countless immortal qi pouring out, and at that moment, he suddenly stood up, casually gathered his loose civilian clothes on his body, and strode towards her.

"Your Majesty......"

She was completely unconscious, and instinctively reached out to 'touch' the thing in her arms, handed it over, and her 'legs' went limp, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

His gaze fell on that thing, that was the secret order he had given her before—it was something to save her life, and now, she took the initiative to 'hand' this thing, as if he was 'dooring' to get this thing back, so he returned to the light and did the last fight.

He took the secret decree, looked at it carefully, looked very indifferent, and casually threw the secret decree at her feet.

"After I die, will you be buried with me for the rest of your life, the queen?"

She was shocked, and suddenly raised her head and stared at him.

I trembled quietly, but I didn't feel it at all—would you like to be buried with me for the rest of your life? What does that mean?

Her gaze slowly shifted to the bronze branch thrown at the head of the bed, the old, green rust emitting an extremely strange light. She slowly remembered that this was brought by Master Li of the Ministry of Works, where did Master Li bring it from? Tomb - is the construction of the tomb of the emperor.

This project has been going on for almost 20 years, from planning to the present, and only in the last few years has it begun to be carried out on a large scale. And now, His Majesty and she are discussing the question of life and death.

It was not the imaginary topic of "being born differently, and dying with the same 'hole'", the fear in her heart gradually deepened, remembering those ancient rules: when the emperor dies, he always has to kill some childless 'daughters' or insignificant concubines for burial.

By the time Emperor Hongwen began, this rule was not much enforced.

What about Tuoba Hong??

An emperor on the verge of death, asking you if you would like to be buried with him for the rest of your life!!!!

Feng Miaolian trembled all over, and after a long time, she finally raised her head and looked directly into his gaze. At that time, his eyes were a little scattered, a little cruel in despair, but he couldn't see the true feelings in his heart.

She forced herself to calm her voice: "Your Majesty, what do you mean?" ”

His slightly scattered 'chaotic' gaze suddenly converged, as if a light source had been completely ignited, exuding an aggressive 'forced' temperament. She didn't dare to face his gaze, as if her temperament had weakened a lot, so she had to look away, and took a step back, barely letting her body lean against the 'door' so as not to fall.

"Queen, you don't want to be buried with me now?"

The voice was cold, filled with a faint mockery, as if talking about someone else's business.

Because I have experienced too much wind and rain, because the few sealed fire paints in my hand are still in front of me, because too many things have happened on this day...... Feng Miaolian, who came out of the bloody storm of the palace struggle, was surprisingly calm.