Wedge

Many years later, when Ling Xiao sat on the phoenix seat, looked at the young emperor on the high throne through the swaying bead curtain in front of her, like the bright yellow figure in her memory.

"They are really similar." The regent let out a sigh, revealing the boundless loneliness and vicissitudes of life.

Ling Xiao slowly raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch the silver hair on his temples. For a long time, he stopped in the air. His eyes were far away. He didn't know where the focus fell. He just said, "Li Ye, you're old too."

"Yes, the Empress Dowager." Li Ye lowered his head respectfully and covered the glitter from the corners of his eyes.

It seems that even the years have taken special care of her. For so many years, she is still in love with her face. However, looking at her shrouded in glory, he will always think of the fresh and sad girl.

"Qingwu, I'm tired." Ling Xiao closed his eyes and waved his hand to make everyone retreat.

"Empress Dowager, go to the bed and have a rest." The green fog bent slightly and helped Lingxiao lie down.

In front of him, it seems that those who have long disappeared have appeared again.

"Sister, do you really think you can Lingxiao?" Yue Chan smiled proudly, and the beautiful Danfeng's eyes were raised high, with fierce and fierceness. She run over the Lingxiao flower under her feet and oozed the bleeding juice.

" Xiaoer, if you don't like this deep palace, I'll take you away." On Feng Yurui's jade-colored face, there was unprecedented firmness, and his eyes were full of love.

"Ling Xiao, my world is up to you." A generation of kings of the Qianxi Dynasty could faintly see the extraordinary heroism in the court in his pale face. The breath of life gradually faded away, but he still smiled weakly and said, "With you, I will live up to this life."

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In my memory, they all have a smile. Unconsciously, the corners of Ling Xiao's mouth also rose slightly.

Smiling, laughing, but there was a drop of transparent tears sliding down from the corners of the eyes, sliding through the delicate face, and staying in the depths of the pear vortex.