Chapter 226:

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That kind of oath, when I was in my heart, felt that eternal life was indispensable, but the long time would eventually lighten the memory, but the emperor's oath has always been the lightness of the wind, and gradually forgot... until today , The woman was sad in his arms, with a bit of nostalgic smile, and lifted it up twenty years ago.
He squeezed her hand, and his blood seemed to scorch his heart. He whispered in her ear: "I have been thinking of you...you threw a cup of poetry at the Golden Temple that year, I In my heart..."
This was his heart knot. When she died, he did not forget to ask a clear question-that year the Golden Temple threw a cup of poems, he slammed, and he was ready to condemn her as a concubine. He eloped with someone. That was the first time in his life that he faced rejection, from her.
"Mingying never dared to love your majesty..." Mrs. Feng reached out her hand and carefully touched the stubble of the emperor Tiantian, showing a bleak smile. "That three palaces and six courtyards... Seventy-two concubines... Mingying delusion He and His Majesty...a lifetime and a pair...but that was impossible...I hope... staying in Dijing is also desolate...Mingying is not alone...elopement...it is my own...the second year...only Because the rivers and lakes are down... married people..."
Emperor Tiansheng stared at her stunned, with tears stunned, and said sadly: "Mingying! I have misunderstood you for so many years!"
"Yes...I...have my temper...not good...too...greedy..." Mrs. Feng smiled thinly, and could be penetrated by the sword of death at any time, "to death... not change..."
"Don't say..." Emperor Tiansheng hugged her, "Tell me... what's your wish?"
"I only hope...Your Majesty Ankang joy..." Mrs. Feng replied misty, her eyes empty from a distance, like a cloud, floating in a long time and space, "That year... The Golden Temple threw a cup of poetry... true Happy..."
"You can go with peace of mind." Emperor Tian Sheng in tears remembered that half a year ago, the woman who once again won poetry in the Golden Palace, Feng Zhiwei, and her daughter, a trace of softness and a soft voice rose from her heart, "You want me to be happy and happy, I also want you to walk without any problems, your daughter, I will treat it well, she is very much like you... I seal her... seal her master...give marriage...Helian Zheng!"
"Zhiwei...much like me..." Mrs. Feng mentioned Fengzhiwei, finally showing a bright and proud smile, holding Tiansheng Emperor's hand tightly, "The master of the county... it doesn't matter... only I hope you see it in Mingying... if she has any ignorance mistakes...including one or two...given marriage...you can do it...the grassland is too far...distressed..."
"Helian Shizi will treat her well, but according to you, look at it again." Emperor Tiansheng hugged the weak woman, looked at her hairspring, and struggled to leave, knowing that she was waiting for her only relative. , Wiped her tears gently, and laid her flat on the couch.
"In any case, give me her life and let her see Feng Zhiwei and go again!"
"Yes!"
The dark tide in the imperial city rolled over, and a woman completed all the missions of her life in the pool of blood.
Feng Zhi outside the city gate leaned slightly on the tree and listened to the changes in these seven days.
Her dusty face was long bloodless, but there were no tears, as if all the tears had been dried by the news of the thunderbolt since hearing the phrase "late".
She clung tightly to the tree, and she couldn't support her body anymore.
Zong Chen said it very simply. First, he was afraid of being too irritating to Feng Zhiwei, and second, he was unclear about some things. However, Feng Zhiwei's heart had already fallen into deep water.
The mother and younger brother entered the prison because of the Dacheng emperor's case, and then the younger brother died. The mother was taken to Ning'an Palace. Someone soon saw that the doctor rushed to Ning'an Palace.
Zong Chen comforted her, "Maybe Tang Tang is just injured..."
Feng Zhi shook his head slightly, Zong Chen shut his mouth, even he didn't believe this. With the fierceness of Mrs. Feng, she has been holding back for more than ten years, how can it be endured? From the beginning of her axe to jail, the woman has been desperate to throw a boat, and never plans to leave her way.
"I'm going to Ning'an Palace." After a long time, Feng Zhi said faintly.
"Girl Feng." Ning Chen tried to persuade her, "This is too dangerous..."
"She is waiting for me." Feng Zhi's tone was determined, and he removed Wei Zhi's mask by himself.
Zong Chen stopped talking and clapped his palms. Someone came out from behind the tree, holding fresh water clothes and grooming utensils.
"You can't see her like this. The emperor is very suspicious." Zong Chen said, "You wash away the dust, and I will modify it for you."
Feng Zhiwei washed his face and changed his clothes, re-applied according to Feng Zhiwei's makeup, Zong Chen used sheep oil to squeeze her scalp on her lips, and took another box and did it on her face. Shallow acne after a few days of smallpox.
A photo in Fengzhi's micromirror is almost real. I know that this adult is always good at dressing, but I am afraid that even his own mask is his handwriting.
She was so full of pains and pains that she didn't bother to say anything, and hurriedly mounted her horse and went straight to the Imperial City.
Mother, wait for me!
The Imperial City is ninefold and cannot be entered without a call.
The will of the inner court has not yet spread to the outer city, and the forbidden army is constantly running in front of the palace gate, keeping it tightly guarded.
Suddenly, the hoof sounded like rain, and the speed was approaching. The forbidden troops turned their heads and saw the huge square that was as wide as the lake. Someone was riding a horse, wearing a golden daylight, a shock, and a thunderbolt came through. .
The person came in a black skirt, and the black horse beneath him was completely integrated. He quickly galloped in the middle skirt and fluttered like a haze from the thunder above the sky, and suddenly covered it.
The horse was extremely prosperous. The imprisoned soldiers were still dazzled and lost in the majesty of the comer. The single ride had reached the front, and the wind rushed across and passed in an instant.
As if flying across Hongyu between heaven and earth, he couldn't grasp it.
By the time the forbidden army responded, that ride had already crossed the two-tier palace gate!
The golden light of the sun was connected by the figure, like a golden dysprosium, straight through the center of the emperor Beijing, and the ninth palace passed in the middle.
At this time, the talent guarding the gate of the Third Palace vaguely heard the commotion. As soon as he looked up, he was blinded by the black cloud. He was about to cross the gun, and suddenly the person leaned down and spread his palms toward them.