In front of the graves of Xia Qiqi and Long Yuechen, there was a man in a bright yellow dress, the man had a handsome face, and his appearance was domineering, and on his body, it was easy to find the shadows of Long Yuechen and Xia Qiqi.

That's right, this man is the current emperor of Jialing, that is, the only son of Xia Qiqi and Long Yuechen.

At this time, he was the only one standing here, and his guards were all guarding from a long distance.

He looked at the two tombs in front of him, and looked at them for a long time, and was silent for a long time, and only when he was leaving did he say a word.

"Father, after all, you still go with your mother."

Soon it was the second year, just at the beginning of spring, a thing suddenly happened that shocked the whole country.

Their emperor, overnight, suddenly disappeared.

The sweaty queen, that is, Long Lingyue, held a holy decree tightly in her right hand, and then pushed Fu Li's most optimistic young man to the position of emperor, and she was responsible for assisting the emperor.

In the middle of the night, it suddenly rained heavily, and it was miserable, Long Lingyue sat alone in his room, thumping off his right hand and holding a letter, looking depressed, just sitting there without a master.

And a few little maids outside her room were already frightened.

After a long, long time, Long Lingyue's eyes suddenly burst into tears.

Fu Li, Fu Li, I thought that at the beginning, I really thought that I could make you like me, but I didn't expect that after so many years, you still can't forget Master, what to say sorry for me, you know that this is the last thing I want to hear you say.

You have nothing to be sorry for me at all, I forced you to marry me at the beginning.

Unexpectedly, in the end, you still left.

After so many years, I really want to understand the question, what is it that makes you never forget Master, and why you have never been able to fall in love with me.

Fu Li and Long Lingyue have been husband and wife for decades, but in the past few decades, Fu Li has only touched Long Lingyue once.

Or on the night of the wedding of the two of them, Fu Li drank too much and regarded Long Lingyue as Xia Qiqi, and the kind of thing between the two was like that.

Later, Fu Li never dared to get drunk again, and he never touched Long Lingyue again.

On weekdays. Fu Li is really good at staying with Long Lingyue, there is only one Long Lingyue in the harem, and the other ministers have persuaded him to marry a few more people several times, but he has resolutely refused.

The big and small affairs in the harem are all handled by Long Lingyue, and Fu Li never speaks much Russian.

Fu Li is so good to Long Lingyue that he has almost made Long Lingyue almost one, and Fu Li has already liked her.

However, it was because he was so good and polite to her that she understood that he didn't like her, but was so good to her because of his debt.

It's ironic, I didn't expect her to spend all her life, but in the end she still didn't get his love.

A month later, near the graves of Xia Qiqi and Long Yuechen, there was suddenly a small house, which was almost entirely made of wood.

The things inside are very simple, but those very simple things, placed together by the owner of the house, make people feel so stylish,

On this day, the weather was gray and gloomy, but there were bursts of pleasant sound around Xia Qiqi's grave.

When I got closer, I found that the person who was playing the flute was sitting in front of her grave, dressed in white fluttering, and the clothes were flying, which made people feel like they were in the world.

The man's hair has turned gray, and his beautiful face no longer exists, but the temperament of that body, except for the vicissitudes of life, is exactly the same as the Fu Li that Xia Qiqi saw when he first saw At the same time, in front of Xia Qiqi's grave, there were several bright and beautiful flowers.