only……

Ha ha!

Emperor Pingjin was covered with wrinkles, and his old and serious face suddenly smiled.

His eyes were smart and wise, and he shone with a strong and fierce light.

"I am not old!"

Emperor Pingjin murmured to himself, his voice thick and low.

Although he is over 60 years old, he is still energetic, has a strong appetite, and has plenty of sleep. When handling the memorials, he has not diminished his energy for three hours. Although there are wrinkles on his face, his hair is still dark and lush, his waist and back pain, and his legs and feet are strong.

He can punch for half an hour, his face remains unchanged, and he can also control ten women at night.

Of course, he still has no heir since he was thirty. He privately visited the miracle doctor and found out that Chinese medicine had been unable to give birth to children for many years, so he had no interest in the harem.

Perhaps this is the secret to his health and longevity?

Emperor Pingjin smiled interestingly, and he looked sideways.

In Qiankun Palace, Zhao Fushun, the chief eunuch who had served him for more than 30 years, led several palace servants to silently come forward, serving him to change into the court uniform and put on more comfortable regular clothes.

"Long live the time, it's almost time, let's have a meal!"

Zhao Fushun asked with his eyebrows down.

"Um!"

Pingjin Emperor's jaw head.

He is a person who pays attention to health care. He always eats less and eats more. After going to court, he is used to using some easy-to-replace meals. Then he made some notes and took a nap. In the afternoon, he went to Chaoyang Pavilion to hold a small court meeting with the ministers of the administration.

Isn't that a thing today? Well, haha, you can go and see his four heirs perform.

I remember that Fu Hui took his wife and sister into the palace some time ago. Is he finally ending his love and love with Xiao, and his absolute performance?

Emperor Pingjin thought with great interest.

Over there, Zhao Deshun had already respected himself and went to the imperial kitchen to prepare meals. Emperor Pingjin sat cross-legged on the couch and took the gift from the Governor of Zhejiang Province. He wanted to see the ministers flatter him to improve his mood for meals. Who knew that he had just grabbed the note and hadn't waited to open it, suddenly...

"What?"

A shadow suddenly appeared in front of him.

That's a picture.

The dim palace and the long corridor are always a narrow sky.

In front of the ruined red paint gate, a woman with a long face and thin eyebrows and eyes was wearing a faded palace outfit, holding a thin child, and looking at him with a firm and tolerant look.

Her smile was calm and full of strength, and her fair hands gently patted the child's back.

"Mother Queen!"

Emperor Pingjin took a breath slowly, raised his hand and waved his hand to listen to his shouting at the eunuch and palace maid who came forward. He closed his eyes and breathed steadily, calming down his ups and downs.

The mother—more than forty years has passed away, but her voice, appearance and smile still exist in his memory so vividly.

In Yongxiang, the seven years of the mother and son depend on each other is something he will never forget. She is as strong and tolerant as the queen of mother, no matter how difficult or such a dangerous situation, she can face it calmly.

Mount Tai collapsed before his face remained unchanged.

This was the first lesson that the mother taught him. Then, when she became the son emperor and was in the seven years of oppression of the empress dowager, she was still holding his hand and serving as his eternal shelter. When he couldn't bear it and was almost collapsed, she patted his back and gave him strength.

In the end, he died because of him.

"Mother's Queen~"

Emperor Pingjin let out a long whisper, thinking silently in his heart: Over the years, my ministers have lived a good life, and have held great power, and have turned the world around. My ministers are the longest-ranking emperor in the history of the Ming Dynasty, and have also expanded their territory and enjoyed the people's peace and contentment.

As I promised to you when I was a child, even if I am an emperor, I will do it very happily.

But... I didn't leave you blood, so that you can see your grandchildren.

The son minister has no heir. Although the son minister doesn’t feel that he has lived a happy life, you are worried about the son minister’s old age?

Are you afraid that your son will live a miserable life in his later years, or even a bad death?

That's why he suddenly appears in front of his son, letting his son remember his childhood?

Emperor Pingjin sighed and thought.

Although he is healthy, comparable to his thirty years old, he is an emperor who needs to use his eyes all year round. After reading the memorial for a long time, he will be dazzled. This kind of sudden seeing the shadows will happen occasionally. Close your eyes and rest for a while, and you will naturally get better.

So, when he suddenly saw the deceased mother appearing in front of him, Emperor Pingjin didn't take it seriously at all, but he sighed.

He slowly opened his eyes, feeling that it should be fine.

but……

“Huh?”

Why? Well, the mother is still in front of him? Are you getting closer and closer?

"My mother, you are too worried about me. Do you decide to take me away if I am afraid that I will be in a miserable old age? Don't, I think I can live for a long time."

"I am very healthy, and it tastes good when I eat it!"

Emperor Pingjin was slightly shocked, his face was quiet, and he even had some leisure to joke to relieve the pressure. He reached out and rubbed his eyes and recited a Buddhist scripture in his mouth.

Well, the mother is still there.

And changed the picture. Is this... when she took me and played in Yongxiang?

Alas, my mother was so young at that time, and I was so young!

My mother died in her best years. She was only in her early thirties and was always so young. And I am already an old man.

Emperor Pingjin was completely unhappy, and he was still in a mood to sigh.

After all, he has been an emperor for so many years, and has seen all kinds of storms and demons! The current situation is nothing more than five choices.

One is to see a ghost, two is to witch him, three is to have eyes problems, four is to have mental disorders, five is to have poison.

It's all small matters.

It doesn't matter.

Emperor Pingjin was particularly ambitious. He was not panicked at all. He even had the mood to use up his meals peacefully. Then he walked to the Taimiao and respectfully burned incense to his ancestors and mother.

Yes, it's useless.

He looked at the moment and had evolved to hold him, who was four or five years old, and his mother who was literate!

It seems to have nothing to do with sacrifice.

So he found the Imperial Hospital Director and ordered him to take the pulse carefully.

"Long live the dragon body and good health!"

You are more powerful than a young man in his twenties!

Innate strength!

Be stronger the day after tomorrow!

You are as healthy as a cow.

The Imperial Hospital Hospital, who was only in his forties, had a sore waist and back pain, gray hair, and had insomnia and dreams, was almost jealous and crying.

"Um."

Isn't it because there is something wrong with my body and eyes? No one poisoned him? Emperor Pingjin felt relieved when he touched his beard.

Very good. As long as he is not bad, the rest are trivial matters. He has a stable mentality and easily judged that he was probably witchcrafted. In this world, there are really gods and ghosts?

Emperor Pingjin was very curious and privately wondered which heir was made by? Or the minister couldn't wait to serve the new master? So he plotted against him. How did he succeed? Someone colluded with his harem?

While thinking, he found the master of Huangyin Temple and asked him to crack it.

The master was in a dilemma.

He said: "Long live, Lao Ne didn't see anything."
Chapter completed!