There is also a portrait... a portrait hidden quietly in the palace of my father. For many years, the paper has turned yellow and he asked to be buried with him.

He could not ask his subordinates to handle such a matter, so he just quietly reminded his son to handle it... This is also a secret. He personally hid the portrait in his father's coffin - it was the portrait of the queen mother.

!

Even before his death, the father was reminding himself to take care of the empress dowager and listen to the empress dowager - just because the father likes the empress dowager so much!

Yes, the father likes the queen mother.

This is no secret.

He knew it very early.

He grew up day by day, and even his father's sorrows were ignorant even if he didn't fully understand it.

He suddenly felt angry for no reason, and the kind of anger he could not understand, instinctively wanted to protect his father.

He pondered...

Fangfei was even more frightened in his contemplation.

It is a terrible thing to see a child pondering, especially when he frowned slightly, his eyebrows were exactly the same as Emperor Hongwen.

She was even more uneasy and her voice became weaker: "Hong'er..."

Hong'er glanced at her.

At this moment, I was surprisingly unhappy - because of the Empress Dowager's eager eyes.

Fangfei felt even more panic when she saw his eyes wandering, and she didn't dare to ask any more questions.

"Hong'er... Grandpa God is very good, you have forgotten?"

The child's voice was faint: "Empress Dowager, I still think that the father is the best. No one in the world can be better than the father!"

In this world, no one can be better than his father!

This is the conclusion he came to.

Even his slightly upturned lips were thin, with a nice smell - but a faint cruelty - the cruelty of a precocious child.

Fangfei held his hand and slowly soaked her sweat, but her body was very cold.

It was an invisible loss, an invisible fear, as if praying for something, and it was eventually rejected - and before Emperor Hongwen's tomb.

She lowered her head, not looking at her son's eyes, nor did she dare to look at Emperor Hongwen's tomb.

The grass on the ground fell down one by one, only covered with hard granite.

How is this not the case in life?

It is soft and easy to fold, leaving only this extremely hard and indifferent.

The sun sets and the twilight is deep.

The surroundings began to be gloomy.

The child was so tired that he could no longer support him, "The Queen Mother..."

Her voice was very weak, but very gentle. She still held her son's hand tightly and said softly: "Hong'er, let's go back..."

The child has always held her hand tightly and never let go. Fangfei quietly looked at his tired little face, his heart was like a knife - he is still so young, less than ten years old, his only
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