The ground was cold with her bare feet. Then she saw the soft deerskin boots and bearskin clothes on the ground. The sun was out, so wearing these clothes was not so appropriate. However, she felt cold in the house.

Whoosh, I put them on anyway, looked in the mirror, and remembered that Hong'er also had such little boots, and when I looked at myself, she looked very proud, like a female savage.

She looked at it several times before putting down the mirror and quickly washing her face and mouth.

The box next to the cotton jacket suddenly contained several more items: they were all newly bought rouge and gouache, not the expired ones like yesterday.

She stared blankly at herself in the mirror. She had eaten, drank and rested well these past two days, and her face was not that ugly.

Even a touch of bright red - where did it come from?

Is it like having an affair? She looks like a woman in love!

She quietly covered her face and did not dare to open it again for a while. However, her body was very comfortable and her heart was very sweet. For the first time in so many years, she felt such sweetness and warmth, which was more exciting than any political victory.

feel satisfied.

Suddenly a strong greed developed - I want to be like this for a long time!

You must live this way.

This is what I want. I and Hong'er will be well taken care of. Why not?

However, if one is the Crown Prince and the other is the Queen Mother, can they really leave as they please and choose whatever they want?

There are only some scratch marks on the forehead, which are uninteresting, red and green, and so annoying.

Those nasty bruises.

Especially around the corners of the eyes and forehead, it's simply horrible. It doesn't hurt, it just damages the appearance.

She slowly picked up the comb on the table, combed her hair, and carefully made the bun into a very fashionable look. Then, she lightly applied makeup. The very fine and smooth rouge was patted on her face.

A smooth, wisp of crimson. The red lips rippled. She moved her lips away and pursed her lips. The woman in the mirror seemed to have suddenly become ten years younger.

Ten years ago!

Ten years ago!

It is the benefit of spring.

Those were my most prosperous years. What were I still doing? It was just the reconciliation with Luo Jia, the reunion again, and the return to the Li Zheng Hall, so many lingering and melancholy days?

She was so sad that she put down the mirror, just like Hong'er, feeling so beautiful and happy.

Pushing open the small wooden door next to it, there were neatly placed meals on the table, a variety of fine porridges, and a large bowl of desserts - the same things that looked like bird's nests but not exactly like yesterday.

She picked it up, drank it carefully, and then drank it all in one breath.

After eating and drinking, I returned to the house. The woman in the mirror had flushed cheeks and looked full of energy.

The scar on her forehead was still boring and annoying. She hesitated, but still took a white cloth and bandaged it, like the ones she had seen before from people in the southwest. It was said to commemorate Zhuge Liang, and was bandaged in western Sichuan.

, many people wear veils like this. She once saw a scholar-official from the Southern Dynasty who came to the North to seek refuge, also wearing such a veil.

She took care of herself and stood at the window for a while, breathing in the fresh air and moving her limbs. After a while, she heard her son's chirping laughter outside, and then she calmly returned to the bed and lay down.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty... Have you had breakfast?"

The child's soft little mouth almost kissed her face. She gently squeezed his hand and asked in a low voice: "I ate, what about you?"

"Hong'er ate too. Today's breakfast was delicious. I didn't eat such good pastries at Cining Palace. The gods said that they are a specialty of North Wudang and only Taoist priests can make them..."

"I also ate which one." She asked quietly, "Where have the gods gone?"

"He is behind and will be here soon. He said that he will also make a pair of soft deerskin boots for the Queen Mother. Queen Mother, in this way, we will have two pairs... Deerskin boots are thinner and more comfortable than cowhide boots...

..." The child reached out and touched her eyes gently, feeling very, very sorry, "Queen Mother, are your eyes not healed yet?"

"not yet."

"Oh, you won't be able to see the immortal like this. He is really handsome..."

The child's little hand touched her face with a stream of heat, which made her feel sour and almost shed tears. Poor child, how could he know? It was precisely because he was by her side that she did not dare to take off the blindfold.

Just like some people who say they are drunk even though they haven't drank a drop of wine.

"Queen Mother...ah..." The child suddenly became a little scared, "Will your eyes always be bad?"

She said softly: "Are you afraid that the Queen Mother will become blind?"

The child's voice was even more frightening: "Queen Mother, will you really lose your sight?"

"It's okay, Hong'er. As long as I, Hong'er, am still here, of course I will see my Hong'er all my life... Be good, don't be afraid. In two days, the Queen Mother will be able to open her eyes."

The child then breathed a sigh of relief: "Is it really going to be fine in two days?"

"real."

At this time, footsteps came from outside. It was always like this. Before anyone arrived, the sound came first: "Hong'er, are you talking to the Queen Mother again?"

Hong'er made a face and whispered: "Queen Mother, it would be great if you could see it. The god is wearing a very handsome dress today..."

Hong'er had turned around. Fangfei quietly looked behind him, pulled back the blindfold a little, and could clearly see the person walking in the door:

Sure enough, he has white hair!

She suddenly covered herself with a quilt, covering her whole body, and burst into tears.

In front of him is the 28-year-old Luo Jia, wearing a tall crown of green silk on his head, with a layer of bright gold wrapped around it. The golden light is shining and powerful.

At that first glance, he was her enemy.

But he is the most handsome person in her opinion.

The joys, sorrows and joys of this life are all connected with that 28-year-old man.

It seems as if he is always 28 years old and has never aged.

But I have aged so horribly. I have become so old that there are shallow fine lines on the corners of my eyebrows and eyes.

She couldn't hold back and sobbed silently.

The child couldn't feel it under the quilt and thought the Queen Mother was hiding again.

He was the only one standing at the door, staring silently at her. Silently staring at the slightly shaking quilt and the crying figure under the quilt.

The child has already jumped over: "Shall we play chess today?"

He was very gentle: "The weather is bad today, so we will play chess at home, and we can also throw pot."

"Then, let's play pot throwing first. I like this the best."

The two began to play the game of pot throwing.

Pot throwing is a form of shooting game evolved from archery. The pot thrower stands at a certain distance from the pot and throws arrows into the pot. The winner is determined by the number of arrows hitting the mouth of the pot or the state of the arrow being hit.

Those who win will drink, those who lose will drink.

The room was very large, and the pot was placed in the middle of the left corner. The child stood one foot away, and Luo Jia stood two feet away. The chips were of course not drinking, but pine nuts. Everyone took a bunch of dried fruits, and the victorious one,

Just add a dried fruit.

When I got bored playing indoors, I went outside to play Cuju in the spacious courtyard.

It's getting late.

The weather is even colder.

After having dinner early, the lights were already on in the room. Luo Jia closed the doors and windows, and then said to Hong'er: "You stay here with the Queen Mother first, I will go out for a while."

The door closed, and Hong'er hurried to the Queen Mother's bed.

Fangfei sat up and said, "Hong'er, are you happy today?"

The child laughed excitedly: "Your Majesty, it's so fun. I like playing here very much."

She whispered: "Won't you feel bored or bored if you play here all the time?"

"No way! I will never get bored playing with the gods. He will tell me jokes, take me to play games, and teach me how to learn archery and horseback riding. By the way, he also teaches me how to read.

... Queen Mother, I think the gods are really powerful. He is a Xianbei, but he can read... King Dongyang and Lu Tai can't, they only know how to ride and shoot..."

The child was a little strange: "I don't think he is like ordinary Xianbei people."

Fang Fei said lightly: "He is a Taoist priest, but of course he is not like ordinary Xianbei people."
Chapter completed!