Appointing a princess as a prince seemed to be an impossible thing thousands of years ago.

But in the past thousand years, the ministers of the Nine Heavens seem to have ceased to be obsessed with red tape, and there is nothing wrong with a woman being the emperor.

This is an enlightened dynasty, and no one will look down on women.

What's more, Princess Shitong is the younger sister of Emperor Jingyan.

And Princess Shitong is also His Majesty's biological heir, although it is rumored that for thousands of years, the princess does not seem to have grown up, and her face has been trapped in the appearance of ten years old.

However, it seems that it is a matter of course. It's just that for some reason, Emperor Ying has been unwilling to set up Princess Shitong as the prince over the years.

and refused to give birth to any more offspring......

And the princess has never known where.

The ministers' 'forcing the palace' is only for the stability of the people in the world, but they are selfless.

Emperor Ying naturally knew this, but for some reason he was still unwilling, as if he didn't want to mention the past or something else.

Emperor Ying, who was on the dragon throne, looked at the ministers in the hall and waved his hand tiredly.

"This matter will be discussed later."

The kneeling old minister still refused to get up, and spoke again, "Your Majesty......"

Ying Huang's face turned cold, and his voice was cold.

"I said, we'll talk about it later."

The old minister knelt down and kowtowed, "Please Your Majesty make Princess Shitong the prince!" ”

Emperor Ying was furious, and slapped his hands on the dragon case.

"Xu Xixi, you are presumptuous!"

The ministers were stunned, and when they heard Emperor Ying call Xu Ge by his name, they knew that the emperor was really angry.

However, the old minister surnamed Xu raised his head as if he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and shouted at Emperor Ying.

"Your Majesty, Emperor Jingyan is dead!"

Rumble!

The Son of Heaven was angry, and the heavens and the earth changed color.

Emperor Ying's face turned pale, as if he had heard something, and he didn't want to hear a word in his life.

"Xu Xixi, you say it again......"

Everyone could hear the endless killing power in the emperor's words.

But Xu Ge Lao was still not afraid, he just knelt on the spot tremblingly, lowered his head and whispered.

"The old minister knows that His Majesty has always wanted to wait for Emperor Jingyan to return, so he doesn't want to give birth to another prince, and he doesn't want to establish a prince!"

"But Emperor Jingyan ...... He's dead......"

Xu Ge raised his head, and on his twilight and wrinkled face, old tears were rampant.

His voice was choked, as if it was difficult to speak, "Emperor Jingyan...... It's been dead for more than a thousand years. ”

He tilted his head tremblingly, as if recalling the lingering and unforgettable past.

"Back then, Emperor Jingyan rescued the old minister and his sister from the sky."

"When the old minister was only young, the old minister cultivated the immortal road and read poetry and books, just to pay tribute to the legacy of Emperor Jingyan."

And now, Lao Chen is also a thousand years old. The old minister is about to die, and I really don't want to see Your Majesty depressed forever......"

Lichu is fake, what they really want to do is to hope that Emperor Ying can come out of the pain of losing his son for thousands of years.

Emperor Ying's current fatigue is known to all the ministers.

If Emperor Ying can't let go of it anymore, it will be extremely difficult to make a breakthrough......

The cultivation of the realm of the gods is only more than a thousand years!

They hope that Emperor Ying can live again......

Emperor Ying listened to Xu Ge Lao's words, and seemed to think of the high-spirited young man, and recalled everything when he was still alive.

Reddening eyes......

Emperor Ying looked up at the sky, got up sharply and turned his head away, leaving only two words.

"Retreat from the ......"

The ministers in the hall did not disperse for a long time, looking at the back of Emperor Ying, all of them had scattered expressions.

Among them, only the old minister surnamed Xu was left from that era, and they did not understand the emotions in the hearts of people born in that era.

But they know that they are trapped in the past, and their majesty.

A slightly younger Wenchen walked to the side of the old minister surnamed Xu and helped him up, "Pavilion ......"

Xu Ge Lao stood up tremblingly, raised his hand and wiped his face with his sleeve.

"It's okay, I'll go and persuade Your Majesty again."

If this continues, after his death, perhaps Emperor Ying will follow in his footsteps in less than a hundred years.

It was the only thing he wanted to do now......

......

In the imperial garden of the imperial dynasty, there is still the scenery of the small city in the south of the Yangtze River that was built back then.

The small blue bridge, the thin flowing water, the lotus dew in the pond and the water lilies.

Everything is the same as it was back then......

In the pavilion in the pool, the woman in the phoenix robe also had an old appearance on her face, and there was a trace of white on her temples.

She was still sewing white dragon robes there.

It seems that this is the only thing she wants to do now......

In the long stone path of the imperial garden, Emperor Ying entered the pool step by step in despair, looked at the woman's sewn dragon robe in the pavilion in the pool, and restrained his expression.

Took a step and walked over......

The woman in the pavilion seemed to feel something, turned her head to look at Emperor Ying who was walking over, smiled and put down the needle and thread in her hand, "Yuan Yin..."

Emperor Ying nodded and walked to the woman's side, looked at the embroidered dragon robe in the woman's hand, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

The woman looked at Emperor Ying and asked calmly, "Is Xu Xixi forcing you to establish a prince again......

Emperor Ying nodded, "Yes, it's this old horseman who has been forcing me." ”

The woman smiled helplessly: "You don't blame him, he is the only one left in the court since our era." ”

"He was personally rescued by Mo'er back then, and he spent his life just to repay Mo'er's kindness, and he has been pursuing the four sentences of conscience left by Mo'er back then."

"He's a rare loyal servant, but he's ....."

The woman sighed and didn't speak again.

Emperor Ying nodded, raised his hand and touched the woman's sideburns, which were shockingly white, making him feel a little astringent.

Seeing Emperor Ying's silence, the woman slowly lowered her head and looked at the dragon robe in her hand.

The size of the dragon robe is clearly not suitable for Emperor Ying's burly body......

"Yuan Yin......" The woman called softly.

"Huh?" Ying Huang responded.

"I miss Mo'er so much." The woman's sudden whispering made Emperor Ying's eyes red again.

Emperor Ying opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.....

The woman turned her head to look at the vast sky, "You say... The disappearance of Mo'er's body must be because something happened, maybe Mo'er is still alive. ”

"But we've been waiting for more than a thousand years......"

"Can we really wait for him?"

Ying Huang forced a smile and nodded, "Yes...... You've made so many royal robes for him, he'll come back one day and wear them!" ”

The woman seemed to look at the dragon robe in her hand with some sadness, and her words were choked, "But, when is that?" Millennium? Years? If one day Mo'er returns, we are gone. ”

"How sad he should be......"

"His affectionate temperament, I'm afraid he will be sick again......"

It seems that her biggest fear is not that she won't be able to see the child until she leaves. Rather, they were afraid that the child would come back and be sad to see that they were gone......

"No, there's a girl waiting for him. The girl is ...... now."

Emperor Ying looked up at the woman, but when he saw the woman's sluggish direction, he burst into tears.

Emperor Ying's consciousness suddenly felt the familiar aura that had been separated for thousands of years, and he turned his head sharply to look......

I saw that by the lotus pond.

A wanderer who had been away from home for a thousand years, standing there dressed in white.

He stood there with a sparkling face, looking at them......

The white-clothed man seemed to have a smile on his face, but he was crying again.

The breeze blew the white hair of the white clothes, blew the crystals on the white clothes' faces, and fell into the pool.

The water in the pool reflected the white clothes, undulating and undulating......