Ma'am, I'm afraid when you come [AA]

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Chapter 11 When will we get married?

The emperor is dead, he is still dead after all.

Xia Feng thought of the person he saw in the hall five years ago.

Obviously not yet the age of forty, but he is like an old man, with gray hair and sluggish. His body was hollowed out by wine and lust just like the court that he was emptied by powerful officials.

From Xia Feng's point of view, the most meaningful thing this Majesty has done in this world is perhaps to give birth to a son like Xiao Mingchen. "If your Highness knows, I'm afraid..." Yan Lin was silent for a while, and said, "Don't

tell him in a hurry when you go back."

I know." Xia Feng sat back again, "The relationship between their father and son is good?" "

I don't think so, we don't see each other a few times a year, where did the relationship come from in the Tian family," Yan Lin paced back and forth, and said with emotion, "Your Majesty After decades of suffering, it can be regarded as the end." "

If I were him, I would either die with Wang Maoyu or kill myself. What's the point of living for so many years?" Xia Feng disdainfully said: "If he dies, I'm afraid he will mess up in the future. It's over."

"King Zhao is in Shandong, there is Lu's family in Lingnan, Wang Mao holds Jianghuai, and there are countless other forces," Yan Lin sighed, "Is this Daqing going to be chaotic after all?" "The building

will Qing, no one can save you." Xia Feng sarcastically said, "There are wolves in the northwest, and they are staring at this piece of fat in the Central Plains. It's better for us to celebrate in Daqing. Let's fight first in our den." After she finished speaking, she stopped talking to Yan

. Lin turned around and left.

After these days of self-cultivation, Xiao Mingchen finally got rid of his fever completely, and spent more time not sleeping than awake. The wounds on his body gradually healed, and his spirit improved a lot.

When Xia Feng returned to the inn, he was sitting in front of the desk with a pen, not knowing what to write.

"What are you busy with?" Xia Feng knocked on the door seemingly casually, "

Why don't you rest?" You look different, are you worried?"

His hair was untied, he wore a toga, and his expression was casual and lazy.

The scene in front of him was too quiet, Xia Feng suddenly couldn't bear it, hesitantly said: "I have something to tell you, you, don't get too excited." "

What? It's mysterious." Xiao Mingchen chuckled.

"Your Majesty has passed away."

The white porcelain teacup in his hand fell to the ground and shattered. Xiao Mingchen looked at her in disbelief, and his eyes turned red instantly: "Father?"

Xia Feng nodded, and suddenly stepped forward to hug him. At this moment, any language is pale and powerless.

After a long silence, Xiao Mingchen suddenly asked, "The weather is getting colder and colder, when do you plan to leave?

" The winter here is very cold, and the wind and sand are also strong. When winter comes, everyone likes to hide and not go out." "

I heard that the Qiang people like to come to the border in winter to plunder, do they fight every winter?" Xiao Mingchen hugged her tightly.