She glanced at the fallen political enemies, then at her son - he stood firm!

Until now, his son finally sat firmly on the dragon throne.

The child gained strength from her eyes, and his voice was full of energy: "Press up Lu Tai and Tuoba Weili."

Everyone changed their slut again.

The little emperor seemed to have memorized the person who wanted to arrest and how to issue orders.

He was originally a puppet - Empress Dowager Feng's puppet!

However, at this time, the aura that was not a child in his speech, the natural joy that flashed in his eyes, and even the silent intimacy that quietly snuggled up to Empress Dowager Feng - all mean that he was not a puppet.

He is definitely not someone's puppet!

On the contrary, Empress Dowager Feng worked hard and went to the fore.

Yes, Fangfei has been waiting for this moment for a long time - this is a more dazzling nail than Lu Tai.

From Luo Jia's sudden poison attack from the third prince to Emperor Hongwen's rule, he had been lip service several times... because Zong Zijun has always been controlled by these people, which has become a problem under the armpit.

When it was his son's era, this kind of thing would never be allowed to happen again.

However, she still didn't speak, as if everything that happened just now was an episode. - especially the ministers who jointly threatened her, they were sweating coldly.

But she lifted the heavy lifting lightly, and waved her hand and the crossbowmen above her head retreated.

Everyone looked at her—but, they were kneeling on the ground.

The civil and military ministers gathered together. The first time they knelt down was the Empress Dowager herself.

"All my dear ministers are calm, and the spirit-burning ceremony of the late emperor continues!"

This is the first thing she said.

Everyone stood up, Li Chong and Wang Su immediately stepped forward. At this time, the spirit-burning ceremony had come to an end.

The little emperor wore mourning clothes, held his father's coffin and circled around the spirit for three times. At some time tomorrow, he would be buried in the back mountain and buried with the grandfather of the late emperor.

There was a lot of crying.

The first cry of the ministers today is beginning - there is no need to care about which one is true or which is false, a mere trial will always be completed.

Fangfei was still standing on the platform, looking at the blazing flames, her eyes were a little dazed, as if Emperor Hongwen's face was slowly in the fire - she couldn't even kneel down to worship him - she was his "mother" - mother couldn't

Kneel to worship his son.

She finally burst into tears.

My body turned slightly and walked to the curtain.

The wind blew up, bustling, blowing the curtain high, blocking her body and the sight of her and her foreign ministers.

She was alone in a world of gloomy winds.

Only outside, there was a pair of moored gray armored men standing like iron walls.

Just like the shocked and shocked by the ministers just now, even King Jingzhao did not have time to protest and surrender.

At this moment, the light flickers and darkens, and the wind blows.

From her distance to that person—less than one september.

He still turned his back to her, as if he was facing the whole world.

Only his silver hair floated up with the wind, so long that it seemed to be concerned about her pale filial piety clothes.

He stood alone here, and he could not escape the obstacles of ten thousand men.

Fangfei looked at him - it was too long, so she couldn't remember it. She had been so close to him once.

Another gust of wind came, and she could see so clearly—a line of water droplets slid rapidly across his face.

He is crying!

Such a person is crying.

She suddenly wanted to run over - those few steps were not scary.

She needs to run over and hug him tightly!

Even if it was just a gentle, gently pull his hand.

It was a woman's loneliness - the higher she stood, the colder she was.

From then on, there was no Emperor Hongwen, no enemies, no enemies—no lovers, people of concern, orphans and widows—

Who knows the pain of loneliness of a woman in such a long time?

She felt weak - no matter how many political enemies she defeated, she could not let the weak woman's heart be at peace -

She walked a few steps forward.

He was completely unaware of it.

Three steps away.

She stopped and suddenly lost her courage.

Stopped silently behind him.

He suddenly turned around and saw tears on her face.

The hair was condensed on the plain white face, and together with tears, blurring the eyes.

But she couldn't see him clearly - it was too vague.

Everything is blurred in hazy tears.

Just like a scene when you dream back at midnight - you have been looking forward to it for many years and fantasizing about meeting each other countless times - until one of them appears in a dream, no matter how wide he opens his eyes, he can't see it in detail.

Her body shivered slightly.

Through endless misty eyes, I saw his white hair - the silver-white hair, which drooped down very long. Maybe it was the wind that blew it, maybe it was the years that chaotic it, and with this endless

Destiny is the same - it only tells the vicissitudes of time. What a heartbreaking moment for a white-haired man to send a black-haired man?

Besides, he could only stand away from the field - like an indifferent person, like a guard - even if he got closer and looked at the person at the funeral, he didn't dare to see the person at all.

It's so quiet around.

The surroundings are so blurry.

She couldn't see him clearly; she didn't know if he could see her clearly.

Fangfei didn't dare to move her steps anymore, and suddenly she felt that everything around her was not real - in the blink of an eye, everything was about to disappear, just like countless times, he had disappeared.

She wanted to open her mouth, but her lips were slightly shaking and she couldn't make a sound.

Only hands stretched out quietly and unconsciously.

Almost something to catch.

But it was his turn - ah, he turned around, and he seemed to have never seen her.

Her heart was cut like a knife, she opened her eyes wide and shook her head fiercely, trying to wake herself up from the dream - how can there be such a good thing in this world?

Luo Jia, how could he show up so easily?

No, he would not stand in front of himself like this.

But how could she give up?

Just like how she wanted to reject him back then - she was determined to approach him suddenly.

She rushed over.
Chapter completed!