Empress Dowager Feng had to walk over a few steps, but at the end, she stopped.

Yellow sand rolls around, a journey of thousands of miles.

Her smile was completely hidden, and her expression was so bleak.

Hong'er also stopped.

At some point, my heart suddenly felt like a needle.

Just like those past events that are unbearable to look back on.

However, he dared not speak out.

For many years, the Queen Mother never refused to approach this place - she never refused. He did not dare to come here openly, and even the remembrance was silent.

At this time, everyone's shadows were all projected on the enchanting and beautiful glass half wall.

Empress Dowager Feng saw her own shadow alone.

Just like a person's last moment of his prime.

And the missing person.

Her glory, his end.

His concessions, her achievements.

At the end of the day, he had let her many times-that's it.

History has been written, his name has been drowned, and only that bloody struggle has become a past where people have long disappeared. Even the smell of blood has been blurred.

From then on, the figure reflected by the glass can no longer return to the innocence of the age of eighteen.

She stood there for a long time, like a grand memorial.

Night has fallen.

The dew slowly fell from the branches, moistening the land beneath the feet in a hazy way.

The two people behind her did not dare to disturb her, and even Miaolian did not dare to speak.

After a long time, she slowly spoke: "Hong'er, it's time for you to celebrate the ceremony."

He said solemnly: "Yes, the Queen Mother."

"After a little rest, I went to Beiwudang to perform the ceremony of the crown."

"yes."

She slowly turned around and said, "Hong'er, you just came back and were exhausted. You and Miaolian rest early, so you don't have to send me it. When you get up tomorrow, there are still many government affairs waiting for you to deal with."

The two dare not disobey.

She walked in a big strode towards the direction of Cining Palace.

The two old friends who accompanied her were still the ones: Zhang Zi and Hong Yun.

For many years, these few people have been consistent and never changed.

Clothing is worse than the new, and people are worse than the old.
Chapter completed!