The rest of the matter will not be repeated, because Emperor Xiaoming has sunk since then, basically there is no consciousness of fighting back, he naturally knows that it must be Luo's hand on Banxia, but Emperor Xiaoming's ability to resist blows is too fragile, and his deep-going is really a confirmation of the supreme realm of **** in the world: "The living can die, the dead can live, the living cannot die, the dead cannot be resurrected, all are not lovely."

Emperor Xiaoming's half life went with the woman, and the remaining half was used to get drunk in the world. So basically in that year, the real ruler of the Southern Han Dynasty had become Luo Wanrong, but she was also a person with deep affection, and fortunately, she was so strong and principled, one did not unite the Luo family to change hands with the Southern Han Dynasty, the second did not ignore the people, and the third still respected Emperor Xiaoming, even if the nominal emperor was drunk for ten of the twelve hours a day. But Wanrong is still the duty of a queen, what a great woman this is!

However, no matter how great a woman is, she can't defeat the identity of a mother in the end, let alone how decisive she was in the beginning, and when it is her son's turn, she will eventually be defeated, which is really helpless in life.

Basically, when I heard this, I didn't have any moral criticism about the fact that the Empress Dowager Luo, who is now almost sixty years old, found a twenty-year-old boy to face him. Besides, if the object is replaced by a man in a high position, don't say that a person who is almost sixty years old, that is, one hundred and sixty years old, don't say that marrying a cardamom girl, even marrying a cardamom boy is no problem, look, how unequal men and women are in this era......

At this point in the story, the story before Emperor Xuan came to power was finally finished, and I was really embarrassed after listening to it.

Before I knew it, it was nearly evening, and Fuhua was a little hot and dry, so he got up and pushed out the lattice window, and a gust of wind blew, blowing away the dull atmosphere in the house. Probably because of the snow, people don't like to go out these days, the window is quiet, we are in the attic is the quietest corner of the eight buildings, and the treatment of the Oiran is different, the eight buildings even opened a single set of yards and she lives alone, so you can imagine how good the atmosphere at this time is: slightly drunk, old things, dusk, beauty......

Fuhua pulled up his sleeves, revealing a white arm wringing a handkerchief in the basin, and then leaned down on one knee in front of my couch while carefully wiping my hands and asked, "Hong Yi thinks, who is the most pitiful in this story?"

I obediently followed him to fiddle, my eyes followed his hand holding the handkerchief, his hand was so slender and beautiful, I swallowed my saliva unconsciously, I heard Fuhua's helpless chuckle, I looked up at him, only to see his shining eyes full of smiles: "Is it good-looking?"

"Ah?...... Forehead...... Well, nice ......"

I confessed it so thorny......

My master Feng Bojun has been helpless with my sluggishness many times, in fact, I think this is really a rare benefit, at least in such an embarrassing situation, I don't feel much shame, reserved or something is really like a floating cloud with me, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning very ah!

Fuhua's adaptability has become stronger, and now he only laughs at these things, completely losing the previous overreactions such as spraying alcohol, which makes me let go a lot, and I cheer myself up in my heart: "Hongyi, go, go boldly and tease him, you see, he is used to it!" Thinking so in his heart, he peeked at Fuhua, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his little blush was extremely good-looking, so his belief was a little stronger.