Wanxi raised her eyes and looked at him: "Master?"

The emperor narrowed his eyes and looked out the window, "Jiu'er, how should we comfort the dead Fu Qing and Rabdun, and how should we comfort the jade pot of unknown life and death? In my opinion, that is the last wish that they exchanged for their lives!"

"They were dying for the sake of the court. What they wanted to protect is the peace of the world in the snowy world. Instead of having the time to cry with you, it is better to prescribe the government orders early, so that the snowy world will never have the chance to make a comeback this time!"

"Only when the snowy land is restored to peace as soon as possible, only by letting them go far in the Heavenly Spirit and seeing it with their own eyes can we comfort them."

The emperor hung his forehead against Wanxi's forehead.

"If you want to cry... when the snowy land is flattened and the thief is punished, we will raise our glasses and cry again."

Rummy.

The emperor's perseverance supported Wanxi's heart that could not bear. But she was not a man after all, and her tears still rolled down her eyes.

"Master, I am so worried about the jade pot. I wish I could fly to the snowy land by ribs!"

The emperor held Wanxi's hand tightly: "...I am also selfish. Therefore, you don't even think about this idea!"

Wanxi was trapped in her arms by the emperor. Although she knew she could not turn into a bird, she still couldn't help but turn her heart into ashes at this moment. She always felt that even if she lived in this palace, she could not do anything, could not save Yuhu, and could not give birth to a child. She wanted to watch Wuniu walking around in front of her every day... she couldn't help herself.

How can it be better to live like this than to accompany Mr. Fu to death like Yuhu?

What is the difference between living like this and dying?

The more Wanxi thought about it, the more she became discouraged, and she couldn't support herself. As soon as her ankles were weak, her body fell off the 70-8-point-high flag shoes and fell to the ground.

The emperor was shocked and stretched out his arms to hold it, but he was caught off guard and failed to support him.

Wanxi still sprained her ankle.

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Ten years ago when she entered the palace, she used the excuse of falling down the threshold and spraining her ankle. She wanted to escape into the palace, and she wanted to use this to avoid the fate of becoming a woman in the palace.

But since she couldn't escape and could not escape, she had been walking on thin ice over the years, step by step as if she was walking on the tip of a knife, and she still walked carefully. After ten years of harem, she went from an ignorant and conspired girl to today.

She took the position of concubine, creating an unprecedented new case where the Qing harem was born under the jurisdiction of the inner harem, but she had no son and was appointed as a concubine; she reached the point where she had the ability to protect herself, no longer tolerate, and dared to compete with anyone in the harem.

But today, I still really tilted my ankle.

No matter how hard she can't stand or move steadily, even if the emperor is by her side, even if the emperor has used him to support her as he has been for ten years, she still suddenly felt that everything was so powerless, so she could no longer stand or walk.

It’s not that she can come through ten years, she is not that she is afraid of being tired, she just can’t see the distant future clearly.

In front of her, what kind of future is waiting for her?

What she could be sure of was that what was waiting ahead must be aging, the fading face was gradually fading, and the death that no one could escape.
Chapter completed!