Under the moonlight, his eyes were so bright. Especially his firm face, after so many years of erosion, has not reduced his appearance at all, but has brought about a sense of arrogance after vicissitudes.

She was indignant: "It's unreasonable, Your Majesty, why are you still so handsome? You're so old!"

His hand quietly down, placed it under her armpit, and casually said: "Little guy, am I young?"

"At least older than me, but I look younger than me... It's so unreasonable... I'm hateful..."

She couldn't say it, and the hand under her armpits moved and could only giggle.

In the laughter, the lips were sealed.

It was his lips, tightly sealed on her soft lips.

Her lips are so sweet and fresh, just like the breeze and bright moon in the mountains, and the fragrance of flowers is pleasant.

Just like his imprisonment and suppressed desire for more than ten years... the lingering in the wooden house has become a thing of the past, and the heat rushing out of his body needs to be released every day.

"Little thing...small thing..."

"Well... Your Majesty..."

She was speechless and her body was hotter than him.

It is the loneliest time when a woman is hugged in such a strong and powerful arms. What else can she say? Moreover, she is the person she loves the most - no no, no, the person she loves the most.

That was what I only knew after the reunion that his love, tolerance and dedication for himself far exceeded his efforts for him.

"Little thing...we..."

She lingered in his arms and quietly continued: "Your Majesty... I suddenly want to have a little daughter... I have never had a little daughter..."

This is like the most powerful **** drug.

He almost burst into boiling all over his body.

He hugged her fiercely.

It's never enough to be lingering.

The moonlight shines endlessly.

The mountain is filled with a smell of sweet fruits. In late summer and early autumn, Beiwudang is full of fruits, just like the fragrance of the golden apples that are about to ripen.

Two people fell on the grass.

Fangfei's head was dizzy.

However, it is not that pain, but a vertigo that is extremely ecstatic.

Sweat was everywhere on his forehead and sweat on his body, just like many years ago. Only in his arms could he get the kind of love that was deeply rooted in his bones.

Even the unforgettable memory brought by his strong arms.

Just like the endless heat energy flowing in the body, it is a part of him and a part of himself, so stalemate, without a trace of distance - just like a new life.

Clean up the gaps and distances of the past and traces of the past.

In his most eager ambiguity, he murmured to himself: "Little thing... I also want to have a little daughter... I have been thinking about it for a long time..."

She giggled: "I'm...I've always hoped..."

He tried harder, almost crushing her - but she could not feel any pain, only the infinite joy brought by his passion.

It seemed endless, as if it was the joy she had discovered in this life.

Only when you lose it and get it again is particularly precious.

Under the moonlight.

She suddenly saw his face.

Those deep gazes that stared—there was nothing in this eye except her and her lingering moment.

She suddenly felt so happy - she felt that she was the only joy.

From then on, Luo Jia's family, country, and country destiny... nothing is enough to become any obstacle!

Everything has recovered.

Everything is vague.

The happier you are, the more entangled you are.

I couldn't believe it was true.

"His Majesty!"

"Um."

"His Majesty?"

"Um?"

His voice was lazy and immersed in the passion that had just passed.

She clung to him like a soft snake, quietly: "Your Majesty...we are really together like this in the future?"

She has asked this question several times.

Luo Jia suddenly laughed.

Under the moonlight, I saw her white forehead - her hair was already scattered, covering her forehead.

The former girl with big forehead looked like Honger, and she had no idea.

"Your Majesty, do you think we are really together like this?"

She asked stubbornly, and would not give up until she got the answer.

Luo Jia laughed loudly, stroked her big hand on her forehead, brushing away the messy hair, revealing her suspicious eyes: "Little thing, what else can we do if we are not together?"

"But...but I really want to have a daughter, what should I do?"

Especially in the days when he had just died, he was almost too eager to go crazy; if there was a child by his side, even the loneliness of Beiwudang could add infinite fun.

Therefore, I love Honger so much.

Even the chaotic night has long been her life, no, no, no, more important than life - for so many years of hard days, without Hong'er, a lonely widow in the deep palace, could have survived

Is it?

But Hong'er is already growing up - and, because he is the emperor, he can no longer be as happy as he was a child - in the cruel education of the royal family, he must be like a man who stands tall too early

Only by being solemn and serious, can he be as arrogant as an emperor; otherwise, the ministers will tirelessly regulate his words and deeds.

Luo Jia was lying on the grass, but at this moment, she sat up, hugged her gently, and looked into her eyes.

"Your Majesty...what should I do?"

Her brows were almost frowned like walnuts, and they pressed against his ears, and whispered: "Your Majesty... I don't dare. I can't think of a solution, what should I do?"

He laughed and whispered: "You are a doctor, don't you know?"

She pretended to be angry: "Hmph, you just don't want to take responsibility... ignore you..."

He smiled so happily, and this pleasure came from the bottom of his heart: the woman in her arms was serious and thinking about this question! At this moment, she was not Empress Dowager Feng, she was an ordinary person who wanted to give birth to her husband.

A woman who raises children.

His voice also softened: "Fangfei, let's let it go. Hong'er is still young, but in fact, I'm really a little scared..."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid that if you have a young daughter, you won't care so much about him."

Fangfei was shocked.

Fang felt that his mind was so confused. Let alone the obstacles to having a young daughter - these can be thrown aside; but what about Honger?

Hong'er was still worried about Emperor Hongwen's death; and, because she had a tryst with Luo Jia, she ignored him for a day and fell ill and lay in bed. Why did she forget it?

She lowered her head and her voice became weak: "Your Majesty...I..."

But he smiled very tenderly, "Silly, now everything is important. At least, we have to wait until he becomes sensible."

Fangfei was speechless.

When the child becomes sensible, the two of them will grow old.

However, in my heart, I didn't want my son to suffer a little grievance.

In order not to make your son wronged, you will always make others wronged.

She quietly didn't dare to look at Luo Jia's face.

He seemed to have not thought of this, and he didn't feel much regret in his heart, but when he saw her lowering her head and silently holding her big hands, gently pressing her lips, and said softly: "Silly thing, I

Seeing Honger growing up, she has long regarded him as her favorite child…”

He sighed: "Fortunately he is not like his father. He is lively and cheerful, not as depressed as his father when he was a child. So, I hope he will always grow up like this. If he suddenly becomes depressed because of something else, he will be in the future.

, that's very bad..."

She looked up and looked at him in surprise.
To be continued...